Secret Admirer

Secret Admirer

dark!gf!ethan landry x fem!reader

based on this request

Contents: 18+ smut, obsession, mentions of blood, other bodily fluids :), ghostface calls y/n, cream pie, no protection used, lil bit of non con, lil bit of breeding kink, brief knife play, ethan is a perv

You were a freshman at Blackmore this year. You had moved from your small town and straight into New York City, desperately trying to get away from the people in your hometown. You loved it here, in New York. You were roommates with Mindy Meeks-Martin, quickly becoming close with her and her group of friends. You were thankful to have such a supportive group of people in your circle. You also felt safe knowing Chad and Ethan were right across the alley, their windows facing yours.

You even had a secret admirer. You didn’t know who it was, but their gifts were super sweet and made you blush. At first, you started receiving flowers, chocolates, and sometimes there would be a cute little note attached.

Mindy was suspicious, immediately. She would tell you to discard the gifts every single time you received one. You tried to convince her at first that it was totally harmless, but she wouldn’t buy it. You told her you would start throwing them away, but you were actually keeping them and hiding them under your bed instead. You secretly loved them.

One morning you were sitting in the kitchen, right before your morning classes that day. Mindy came in from retrieving the mail, and drops an envelope in front of you. She doesn’t say anything, but gives you a disappointed look. You open it up, and it reveals a CD. the handwriting on it was neat, and it read, “a playlist for you <3.” The handwriting was not familiar to you.

“Aww, this is so cute…” you mumbled, staring at the CD with awe.

“Cute?” Mindy asks. “That’s a whole CD. You know whoever sent that had to like, do manual labor to make that playlist? Old man vibes!” She jokes.

“It’s not an old man. I think this is really sweet, you know? They took the time to burn songs on a CD for me..”

Mindy just rolls her eyes at that. “Okay, well, now we gotta listen to it. What if it’s not even music? What if it’s… something bad…”

“Something bad? What do you mean?” you question her. She looks off to the side, suddenly growing nervous.

“Uhh, nothing… I don’t know. Just looking out for you. Is that a crime?” Mindy replies.

You roll your eyes this time, and get off of the stool you were sitting on and go to your CD player. You insert the disk and press play.

You and Mindy were sat on the floor of your bedroom, listening carefully. Then, a song starts playing through the room, and Mindy lets out a sigh of relief once she realizes it’s just music. However, you, on the other hand, were speechless. This was your favorite song. How could your secret admirer possibly have known that? You quickly start flipping through the different songs, a total of 12 on the disk. You were shocked, all of these songs were near and dear to your heart.

“What? What’s wrong?” Mindy asks, noticing your frozen state.

“Mindy… these songs.. these are my favorite songs!” You exclaim.

“Turn it off, y/n. We’re going to the police.” Mindy gets up, her hands in the air as of to say she was surrendering.

“The police?” You almost laugh. “Mindy, it’s ok, it’s just.. how did they know that?” A minute of silence goes between you two, and you start laughing.

“Y/n, this isn’t funny.” Mindy crosses her arms.

“Someone is fucking with me, right? This isn’t Chad, is it?” You laugh even more.

Mindy gags a bit. “Ew, god, I fucking hope not. I’d kill him and then myself.”

You laugh at Mindy, your worry slowly fading away, thinking this was just one of your friends messing with you. You were unsure about Mindy’s actions, however. Why did she want to go to the police so quickly? Did she know something that you didn’t? Whatever, you thought. It must be nothing.

At lunch, you were sat with everybody. Mindy, Chad, Anika, Tara, Quinn, and Ethan. You guys were at a picnic table, enjoying the free period you all had. You wanted to tell the group about the CD so bad, but decided to keep it in, afraid you’ll embarrass yourself, or the person who was sending the gifts. It had to be someone close, though.

Everyone was involved in conversation, besides you and Ethan. Being the quieter of the group, you guys liked to observe and listen to the rest of your friends. However, you felt Ethan’s eyes on you the whole time. His leg was bouncing up and down restlessly, like he was nervous or anxious about something.

“You okay?” you ask him as you place a hand on his leg, trying to stop his bouncing.

He stills completely, staring at you like a deer in headlights, before looking down at the hand on his leg. You quickly pull away, realizing how long you had your hand on his leg for. “Sorry,” you say sheepishly.

“Uh- no! Don’t worry. I’m fine. Just got a test next class.” He laughs awkwardly, and you smile at how cute he is. You’ve always thought he was so cute, but you would never tell anyone, Mindy would never let you live it down.

Ethan, on the other hand, was hoping, wishing, praying, that you would talk about the CD. Talk about your secret admirer. Say out loud how you thought it was cute, how you loved it… He wanted your attention so badly, and it was clear he wasn’t getting it. Maybe Mindy was standing in the way. Maybe you thought you were too good for a secret admirer. He didn’t know. All he knew is that it was making him angry. You were his, even if you didn’t know it yet.

That night, you were getting ready for bed in your apartment. You had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body as you were searching for your pajamas. Your window was open, but it was so hot in your apartment, despite the cold weather outside. You were searching through your underwear drawer when you notice your favorite pair were missing. Your mind goes to Mindy, but she wouldn’t do that. You must’ve misplaced them. You quickly decided to move on from that, and get dressed. You dropped your towel, now completely nude.

What you didn’t know, though, was that Ethan was secretly watching you from his own bedroom window. He watched as you walked back and forth in your room. He watched as you dropped your towel. He thought you were such a whore. Anyone could be looking in your bedroom window right now, and see you. Only he could see you like this. You were his. He grew angry, gritting his teeth, but nevertheless, moving his hand down to palm himself through his sweats. My god, you were so hot, so sexy, and soon, you’d be all his. Whether you liked that or not.

Ethan was still pretty disappointed that you hadn’t talked about your gifts today. He was sure you were getting a little suspicious, but he was going to win you in the end anyway. That was a sure fact. In the meantime, he was going to up the gifts. He wanted to give you something special that would show his appreciation for you. Something special... The idea clicked in his mind.

As he begin stroking his now fully hard cock, he kept his eyes on you. Thinking about when he’ll get to finally fuck you. Thinking about your small hand on his leg, and how he wished you placed it just a little higher. Imagining it was your hand jerking him off, and not his. His mind was running wild, and it didn’t take long before he finally released all over himself.

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The next morning, you received another gift, luckily you found it before Mindy. This time, it was outside of your apartment door, rather than being in the mailbox. You were nervous to open this one, but still excited. This one was in a small box.

You opened it to something wrapped in tissue paper, though there was no note. You quickly unwrapped the gift.

It was… your favorite pair of underwear? and two vials… one full of a white, liquidy substance? The other a dark crimson red.. You were confused, to say the least. Your brain wasn’t connecting the dots. You picked up your underwear, and then noticed the white substance was on it as well, making you quickly drop them and run to go wash your hands. You were mortified.

Upon further inspection, the vials were connected to their own chains. This fucker wants me to wear his cum and blood as a necklace? You thought. At this point, you were scared. You didn’t know what to do. Mindy was going to be pissed, she’d tell the whole group, go to the police. But there was a part of you that was… intrigued? Someone is doing all of this, for you? He sent his own bodily fluids, knowing you could easily take it to the police. You had to find out who it was…

Once you returned back home from your classes, Mindy still wasn’t home. You figured she was out with Anika. There was an envelope on the kitchen counter. Ok, weird. You thought. You were sure Mindy didn’t come home at all throughout the day, but you quickly brushed it off.

You took a deep breath before opening the envelope. It felt light, so thankfully there would be no more weird, bodily fluids involved this time.

You opened it to.. pictures? Pictures of you… pictures of you at school… in class.. outside on campus. Pictures of you walking home. You gasped, realizing your secret admirer has now turned into your stalker. You kept shuffling through the photos. They were pretty tame, pictures of you in public spaces, though a bit creepy. Then you reached the photos of you in your bedroom. Your eyes widen as you continue looking through them. There were pictures of you doing your makeup, brushing your hair, getting undressed… and then there was a picture of you naked, a picture of you masturbating. You didn’t understand. Who the hell would do this? How did they invade your privacy this badly without you noticing? Tears begin to fill your eyes. This cannot be happening. You have to tell someone, right?

Unless…

You didn’t know what was up with you, but you didn’t want anyone’s help. You wanted to figure it out yourself. You had your suspicious, but wanted to be one hundred percent before doing anything.

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You wore the blood vial necklace to school the next day. You figured the cum one would raise some eyebrows..

You were hyper alert the whole day, looking to see if anyone noticed your necklace. At lunch you sat at your usual picnic table, with all of your friends. Ethan and Chad arrived at the same time, and Ethan sat next to you. You were carefully eyeing everybody, seeing if anyone was acting weird. Nothing.

Little did you know, though, Ethan was hard as a rock, seeing you wear a necklace that was his blood. it took everything in him to not just rip your skirt off and fuck you right there on the table, in front of everyone. He couldn’t believe it. He was sure you would get scared, but here you were, boldly wearing it, like you were proud to be his. He didn’t say a word the whole time, holding his backpack on his lap to conceal his boner.

You were disappointed by the time you got home. You snapped the necklace off with force and threw it on the floor of your bedroom. You felt dirty, in a way. You were frustrated too. You had no other option but to wait. Or you could go to the police, but where’s the fun in that?

You were laying in bed when you got a phone call that same night. It was a ‘No Caller ID’ but you answered it anyway.

“Hello?” you asked, confusion laced in your voice.

“Hello, beautiful.” a deep, gritty, sultry voice answered you on the other end. “It’s me. I’ve missed you... So much.” He smiles, savoring each word. He could hear your breathing on the other end, and he imagined he could feel your soft, smooth face beneath his touch. Soon, he thought. Soon…

you were a bit taken aback by the voice, as it wasn’t familiar to you. It took you a few seconds to respond. “Who’s this?”

“Doesn’t matter, my darling. I just wanted to say... I’m glad I met you. You make everything better, you know that?” He smiles. “I wanna be yours.”

“I-I-… you’re my secret admirer…” you whisper as you get up off your bed, looking out the window.

“Ding ding ding!” He yells. “I knew there was something up in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Tell me who you are..” You say, a little angry this time, your voice quivering slightly.

“What does it matter to you?” He asks, a slight tinge of annoyance apparent in his voice. He smiles widely as he speaks. “You’ll know very soon, my love. Just... Give yourself to me. Don’t resist. You’ll be mine, and I’ll be yours. Do you understand? I will make you mine. Wear the other necklace tomorrow, princess. It suits you.” You could hear his smile through his voice.

“I’m not wearing that fucking necklace tomorrow. You’re disgusting, and- and you need to tell me who you are before I go to the police!” You threaten, pretending like you weren’t absolutely terrified.

“Oh… Y/n… sweet little dumb Y/n. You won’t tell anyone.” You could tell he was smiling.

“You don’t know me..” Tears start to fill your eyes.

“Oh, I know you better than anyone. You’re mine, Y/n Y/m/n.”

“What the fuck!” You yell while hanging up the phone harshly. You dropped your phone to the ground and slowly sunk down with it, sobbing.

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The next day, a murder. A murder in the city. Two college students killed by some freak in a “ghostface” mask. You knew it had to be your secret admirer, but you were too scared to tell anyone. You felt it was already too late.

Tara and Sam were forcing everyone to stay at their apartment tonight, finally explaining to you and Ethan the reason why. Finding out your best friends were involved with the murders last year in Woodsboro left you angry, upset, disturbed, and sick. You couldn’t be around them, despite their pleas for you to stay with them. You decided that you would be ok, since you had nothing to do with “ghostface” or any of the events prior. You would just go home, and go to sleep.

So, that’s exactly what you did. You had a night class this week, so it was dark on your way home. Your heart was beating in your chest, you knew this wasn’t a good idea. You just kept repeating to yourself that he wasn’t gonna get you, you have nothing to do with him! Whoever he was.

You sigh in relief once you reach your building. You’d finally have the house alone for tonight, something you most definitely needed in a time like this.

As you walked up the steps to your apartment, you felt like you wanted to cry. Your stomach churned with guilt, but your head was full of denial. You couldn’t wait to crash on the couch and finally let sleep overtake you.

Entering the apartment, it felt… eerie. It was silent, of course, but, too silent. Something was off, you could feel it. Maybe it’s just your anxiety. Who knows.

You slowly shut the door and set your things on the counter. You take a deep sigh and head to your room down the hallway.

Unbeknownst to you, Ethan was watching you, hiding behind a wall in the kitchen. He watched you enter, a large grin spreading across his cheeks. He smiled at you from behind the wall, his eyes sparkling. He waited until you locked the door behind you to step out of hiding; this was a new turn of events, a development that would ensure he finally got what he wanted after all. He took a deep breath, and started down the hall, behind you.

You heard heavy footsteps behind you just as you were about to enter your room. You quickly turned around to see a tall figure clad in a black robe and the ghostface mask. You let out a blood curdling scream, flinching at the sight of him, causing you to fall back onto the floor. You kept slipping on the hardwood, crawling backwards until he had backed you into a corner.

Ethan smiled wide as he took a step into the light. His eyes gleamed as his black robe came into view. “Good evening.” He says, as he took another step closer. “It’s nice to see you again, princess. And I think I’m going to quite enjoy this…” He says as he slowly takes off his mask, his brown curls bouncing from the movement.

“Ethan?” you gasp, snot and tears all over your face. You are almost at the point of hyperventilation, but upon seeing Ethan, you can get your breathing under control. “Ethan.. This isn’t- this isn’t funny!” you yell.

“…Are you sure about that?” Ethan’s tone is cold, and he looks to his side. In his hand, a knife glares softly in the lights. The look on his face, however, is one of pure delight. “I don’t know about you, baby, but I’m having a good time…” He laughs.

You didn’t find it funny, at all. Your suspicions were correct. Your secret admirer was the ghostface. You just didn’t expect it to be Ethan… it was all too much for you. Your lips tremble as you try to speak. “What are- What are you going to do to me?”

“We both know what I’m going to do.” He says calmly, his dark eyes locked on yours. His voice is sweet, and there’s nothing of concern in it. He takes another step forward, so he’s right in front of you. He crouches down to your level and reaches out a hand, touching your skin, his gloved fingers grazing your cheek.

Tears fall out of your eyes freely, you were frozen, you couldn’t move. “Please… please don’t hurt me, Ethan. I didn’t do anything… please..” you look up at him, your wet eyelashes batting up at him. the look on your face made ethan hot, his pants suddenly getting tighter.

“You did do something,” He says, the dark tone returning to his voice. “You resisted me. But you’ll make it better, won’t you, my darling?” He smiles again as his fingers trace down your cheek. “You’ll make it better, won’t you? You’ll give yourself to me, right?” His voice is tender and soft, full of false sympathy. He smiles, his eyes a little brighter in the light as his tongue traces over his bottom lip.

You cry even harder. “Why? Why are you doing this to me?!” You yell, full on sobbing now.

Ethan grins widely, a sadistic smirk growing on his face. He holds the knife to your throat, holding you down against the wall. He leans in close. “Why? Is that what you wanna know?” He laughs quietly. “The answer is simple: I love you, and no one can have you but me.” He smiles, the smile twisting into something twisted and evil.

“You don’t have to do this..” You whisper, his grip is tight, and you were trying so hard not to move against the knife on your throat.

“And yet, I want to.” He smiles. “Don’t you understand, my love? You are mine. You and no one else. You will only have me.” He laughs coldly. “You should be honored… Not all girls get to witness something like this…”

You scoff at his words, which was a huge mistake.

He drags the knife down and against your shoulder, creating a small knick, blood trickling down your arm. His expression darkens again as you yelp. “I’m doing you a favor. You’ll understand once it’s done,” he says. He laughs silently. “Now, are you going to cooperate, my love?”

You knew you didn’t have a choice. He was going to kill you if you said no. “Yes… okay..” You said weakly, giving up and giving yourself to him.

A sadistic grin spread across his lips. He looked... Proud of you? Or maybe it was just another manipulation tactic. “Good girl.” He says, gently running his fingers down the side of your face. He grabs you by the back of the neck, but his touch is gentle. Once you get up, he snakes his arm around your shoulder. You were so confused. He leads you to your bedroom door, opens it and pushes you hard into the room. He slams the door shut behind him, his dark eyes shining, suddenly becoming mean again.

You stumble into the room from his push, facing away from him. You decide to just stand there and not say a word.

Ethan smiles behind you, a low hum of approval coming from his lips. “We’re going to have a good time together, doll.” A sadistic and evil twinkle in his eyes.

You begin to cry again as Ethan comes up behind you. He can tell you’re crying and shushes you sweetly, swiping your hair to the side and exposing your neck. You can feel his breath on you as he moves closer to your ear. “Shhh, Shhh, baby. It’s okay, I’m gonna take good care of you, my little doll. You trust me, right?”

You flinch, but don’t resist. “Yeah… Yes! Yes, sir…” You say, wanting to be good for him.

Once you address him as sir, his animalistic traits almost take over. He lets out a loud groan and curses under his breath. “Fuck, baby.” He whispers, as he pushes his hard cock into your ass at your words. “You’re going to be the death of me..”

He reaches his right hand to your chin, turning your face to look at him. It’s an awkward angle, but you can see each other now. He stares at your tear stained cheeks, your puffy eyes. He couldn’t be any happier…

Your fear is riling him up, his breath hot and sweet on your cheek. Slowly, he leans in to kiss you… He kisses you for what feels like forever. His lips are soft and sweet. His breath is sweet. His body is cold and hard.

To his surprise, you kiss him back. “See what happens when you obey me…” Ethan says after pulling his lips away. He smiles down at you. “My little doll…” He caresses your left cheek before pulling another hard-to-break kiss from you. This time it feels long and even more passionate, as Ethan’s lips move to your neck. He begins to move his hand lower, and to your discomfort, or pleasure? His hand begins to move up your shirt.

His gloved hand caresses your nipple, and you let out a little moan. Your eyes widen immediately after this, hearing Ethan’s sadistic laughter behind you. You didn’t mean to do that out loud. You didn’t want Ethan to know that you were actually enjoying this. You just wanted to obey him so that he would let you go. So, why are you so turned on right now?

Ethan smiles down at you. He seems to be enjoying the control he has over you. “Don’t you like making me happy, my little doll?” He asks, continuing to kiss your neck.

“Y-yes, sir…”

He smiles and ruts into you again, making you flinch. “Good girl. You’re a good girl…” He says through gritted teeth. He caresses your face. “…Say it again.”

“Yes, sir!” You say, a little more confident this time. He doesn’t say anything this time, just pushes you again so that you fall onto your bed, on your belly. Your legs half off the bed, bent at the waist.

Ethan walks to you, roughly ripping off your jeans from your legs, taking your underwear with it. You yelp loudly at the roughness, and at the cold air hitting your cunt. Ethan stops pulling off your pants half way, and sees your glistening pussy. He laughs again, which makes your stomach drop.

“You’re such a whore, Y/n. Look at you, fucking dripping for me, and I’ve barely even touched you!” He stares at you, his hard dick feeling oh so painful now, knowing that you were enjoying this too. He reaches under his robe and into his own jeans, unzipping and unbuckling them. He wastes no time in grabbing his cock out, barely even pulling his pants down. He brings the robe up and over his cock, deciding to leave it on. He starts to stroke himself, cursing under his breath, his eyes never leaving your pussy. He loves how obedient you’re being now. He didn’t think it would be this easy. He has the love of his life, exposed to him, laying quietly like a good girl. Fuck, he loves you.

He leans over your body, pressing kisses to your back, and up your neck, until he reaches your ear. “Just know that you’re mine now, and no one can have you but me…” He groans, and pulls his lips slowly away from her. “We’ll have fun together… Won’t we…? My… Little… Doll…” He says as he slowly ruts into you between every word. You cry out every single time his cock rubs against your pussy. He loves your sounds.

“You’re going to do anything to make me happy… Aren’t you, Y/n?” A sadist’s smile is on his face, as he leans close to you once more, his lips brushing against yours. “You’re a beautiful girl. Beautiful… And now you’re mine. Only mine. And I know just how to make you happy…” He leans back as he ends his sentence, and shoves his big cock straight into your hole, absolutely wrecking you. You jump forward on the bed, screaming out, the side of your face rubbing up against your comforter.

He just laughs at your pain, and gives you no time to adjust to his length. He pulls out all the way, and thrusts into you, harder this time.

“Ethan, Ethan! Please.., fuck! ‘S too much…” You try to scramble away from him, dragging yourself up the bed, but he won’t have it. He grabs you by the waist with both hands and roughly slams you back down on his cock. You’re screaming out of pain and pleasure at this point.

“No, no, angel. Don’t fucking run away from me. You’re mine.” He growls again, landing a harsh smack to your ass. You start sobbing, not being able to take it. He mocks your cries.

“Aww, you poor baby.” Another smack. “Crying while you make a mess on my cock.” He grabs you by your hair, forcing you to arch your upper body of the bed. “Tell me,” he grits his teeth. “Do you belong to me?” The smile is now gone. He looks so cold and empty. He looks like a monster. “Tell me, I want to hear you say it. Say that you belong to me, you gorgeous doll…” He says, all while still thrusting harshly into you.

“Y-yes, yes, sir. I belong to you, only you, sir. Need you…” You somehow get out through your sobs. You were almost babbling at this point, the feeling of him railing into you almost addictive. You weren’t lying when you said you needed him.

“That’s a good girl…” He says softly, and you can hear the smile in his voice. “I want you to prove that you belong to me. You need to prove it. Prove your love for me, angel.”

You panic, not knowing what to do. All that you know right now is that his dick is hitting your sweet spot so deliciously right now.

“Uhh- I- Unghh…” You try to speak, but no words come out, just moans and groans.

“Dumb little baby. Drunk off my fucking cock.” He lands another harsh slap to your ass. It barely hurts at this point, you’re starting to really give into him now. Despite his rough thrusts, you back your ass into him, grinding against his cock. He lets out a breathy laugh at that. “Squeezing me so tight, baby. Fuck… look at you.” He says behind you, kneading and squeezing your ass into his hands, spreading your cheeks every now and then to get a full view of him going in and out of you.

The room is full of your moans, Ethan’s grunts, and the sound of him railing into your wet cunt. It’s so dirty, but fuck, you feel so good.

He knows you’re in such a vulnerable state now, and you’ll do whatever he asks you to do. He can tell you’re holding off on cumming, wanting to finish with him. He thinks it’s so sweet. You also just don’t want it to stop, you don’t want to know what will happen after you guys finish. You don’t want him to leave.

“You gonna cum, angel? Gonna finish on my cock, huh? Fuck, make even more of a mess on me, baby. I’m close too… Gonna fill you up, give you a baby. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He asks, his pace still rough and fast, sending your eyes rolling and your tongue lolling.

“Mhm… Yeah…. Yes… Sir….” You babble, and Ethan smiles at your compliancy.

“So, so good for me, doll.” He gets even rougher as he’s nearing his high, his thrusts getting sloppier and sloppier.

“Fuck, Sir! I’m gonna cum…. Please, let me cum, please!” You scream out, still crying onto your bedsheets. The left side of your face is red and burning.

“Cum for me, sweet angel. I’m right there… Right fucking there…” he groans out.

As soon as he says those words, you reach your own high, screaming and crying out, cursing to the sky. You’ve never been fucked like this before. It’s almost like an out of body experience for you. Your pussy spasms against Ethan’s cock as you orgasm, which makes it hard for him to thrust, but squeezes him so hard he follows right after you.

“Fuck… good girl. Such a perfect angel. Did so well for me. All mine. All fucking mine.” He stills for a moment, and then removes himself from you, and you cry out at the loss of contact. Ethan just laughs at you, quickly sticking his cock back into his jeans. He brings his fingers down to your hole and pushes his semen deep into your pussy, making you groan underneath him.

He leaves the room for a moment, leaving you there on the bed, your bottom half exposed. When he comes back, you’re dead asleep. He smiles to himself at the sight of you while he grabs his knife, ready to leave the scene. He grabs his ghostface mask and places it on your bed, right next to your face. He’s sure you’ll see it first thing once you wake up.

He begins leaving your room when he looks at you one last time before exiting. He stares at your bare pussy, glistening with a mixture of your spent and his cum, slowly seeping out of you. He smiles. He’s finally accomplished the task at hand. Make you his, forever.

𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋 | 𝐑. 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you'd assumed for the last 6 months that he'd lived nextdoor that your neighbour was just a very popular man with no end of female admirers spending the night at his place. Until a late night mark of desperation leads you to finding a very familiar face on your favoured XXX site...

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): pornstar!Rafe Cameron, language, mentions of and descriptions of sex and sexual content, *gasp* and they were neighbours!, Descriptions of masturbation (m + f), watching porn, oral (f) there's a lot going on lmao, if I missed anything lmk!

𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sex; cheat codes - church; chase atlantic - go fuck yourself; two feet

𝟷𝟾+ 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 - 𝙸 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙸𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙺

It started on a weekend, about three weeks after Rafe Cameron had moved in next door in your apartment complex. The walls were just torturously thin enough that any time he had a... Lady friend over, you could hear every obnoxious, high-pitched moan he could get out of her. Whoever she was every other night. Sometimes in the morning, you'd see various sorry states leaving his apartment; smudged makeup, shoes in hands and a slight wobble in their step.

He seemed nice enough when you bumped into each other at the mail collection or laundry room. A stunning smile and a God-given body. With it being late July he found any excuse to walk around shirtless. Not that you really minded. There was no indication of what he did for work; you'd never seen him in any uniform or office attire and there was nothing else that pointed to any kind of obvious profession, keeping you guessing.

Then, on the hottest summer night so far, you found yourself unable to sleep, tossing and turning beneath tangled sheets that did nothing but make you more uncomfortable. And then you noticed the faint knocking next door and distinctly female moans.

Did he ever fucking stop?!

You could hear a backing of male moans too, but nothing more than faint grunts and moans that were almost drowned out by whichever woman he was pressing into the mattress. And yet, instead of being faced with disgust, there was a spark of something else. Jealousy? Perhaps. It made your stomach twist and between your thighs began to ache.

Instead of being vindictive and giving the wall above your head a few sharp pounds with your fist, you decided to be courteous. After all, you have no other reason not to get along with him. Disgruntled, you kicked your sheets off and grabbed your keys before moving out of your apartment to the corridor, taking five steps to the right and knocking on Rafe's door.

The moaning stopped and seconds later the door opened, revealing, much to your bewilderment, Rafe in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. His chest, neck, cheeks and ears were flush with a rosy burnish and a delicate gold chain rested against his collarbones.

"Hi -"

"Is this about the noise?" He was slightly breathless as he tried to fill the space between the half-open door and the door frame.

"Yeah, sorry I'm just a really light sleeper and I've got a busy day tomorrow -"

"Don't worry about it, we're almost wrapped up here. Just give us ten more minutes and I promise you won't hear from us again tonight," he replied with a coy smile. Something about his demeanour made you melt a little inside. His eyes are heavy as they travel up and down your body, taking in your choice of sleepwear and your sleep-deprived state.

"Tom and Jerry, huh?" At a glance, you saw that he was referring to your pyjamas. Heat crawled up your neck and cheeks.

"Don't be an ass. Just - please keep the noise down, yeah?" He held a hand up in surrender, a boyish grin on his lips.

"Alright, alright. Promise. Enjoy the rest of your night, sweetheart."

Not as much as you will, it seems.

At that, you retreated to the stuffy air of your apartment, soon after the lurid sounds continued, accompanied by the percussion of the headboard against the wall. But true to his word, ten minutes later it fell silent and the distant sound of a door shutting set your mind at ease.

A week later, if that, a barrage of more late nights listening to Rafe's conquests drew you to a final, desperate measure. Opening an incognito window on your phone's browser you went straight to your favourite porn site. If he could have fun at all hours, so help you God you could too. The noise from next door made you wonder what they were doing; doggy, reverse cowgirl, some kind of bondage perhaps? He certainly seemed like the type.

Surfing the categories for a few minutes gave you a spark of inspiration to go looking for a specific type of video. And the first account to come up in the results had you intrigued from the jump. You selected the most recent video, put your headphones in and pushed your free hand into your sleep shorts. Though as your fingers began to dip and delve between your folds and around your clit, a familiar voice in your ear made you stop.

"- fuck yeah, so fuckin' tight -" Wide-eyed you turned your attention to your phone screen. You knew that voice. You'd spoken to that voice in the laundry room on multiple occasions. And as your eyes adjusted to the brightness of your screen in the dark you saw it. That chain. Those abs. That jawline.

"Oh, my god..." Solo fun forgot about, you sat up and began scouring the page. There were dozens of videos. Some by himself, some with co-stars (both female and male), and others with more than one co-star. Regardless of the content of the videos you selected and skipped through, he looked good. No, he looked hot.

The video you were currently on, you couldn't bare to skip through or speed up, too transfixed on what Rafe was doing. Lay on a pristinely made bed, beneath a beautiful brunette woman who was currently sat on his face. Then it all made sense. The constant noise, the late nights and the never-ending line of people leaving his apartment. And why you could never figure out what he did for a living.

Your neighbour was a pornstar.

Your insanely hot, surprisingly nice neighbour was a very popular pornstar based on the subscriber count under his profile name.

But now felt compelled to watch more. To see more and get to know him. It was wrong but you didn't have many other options given how he normally reduced to you a blushing mess anyway. So up you stayed for another few hours, scrolling through the countless videos that caught your interest.

Your favourite one so far had been a video from a month or two ago, Rafe was on the sofa, the camera set up on the coffee table and his legs spread just wide enough in the grey sweats that you could see most of him before he'd even stripped down. He used a vibrating cockring to get himself off. The string of delightfully sinful noises came from him as he fucked his hand and used the ring on the most intense pattern had you clenching your thighs and chewing on the inside of your cheek.

Another week rolled on and you delved deeper into Rafe's content, using it selfishly to get off to your burning needs when every morning you'd exchange a polite smile and greeting when you both happened to be collecting your mail at the same time. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose. Or he was. You hadn't been particularly reserved in your late-night self-indulgence and there's more than a chance that he's heard you on more than one occasion.

How you found yourself standing in front of his door on a Thursday evening you're not sure, but you had to say something. It had been quiet for a couple of days next door. So you knocked and waited patiently. Moments later the door swung open. Rafe greeted you with his signature coy smirk, a bowl of cereal balanced in one ring-clad hand, and the other resting on the door.

"Hey, what brings you here?"

"I - I need to talk to you..." you forced out whilst wringing your fingers together.

"Oh? Sure, come in." Rafe stepped aside and propped the door open with his foot to let you in. You found it incredibly difficult not to ogle him as you stepped around him, sweatpants slung low on his hips and a shirt nowhere to be seen. He'd definitely been soaking up the Summer sun too, now more tan than when he first moved in and there was a faint spray of freckles across his back and shoulders, obviously brought out by the extra sunshine.

"What's the problem?" He leaned up against the nearest counter as you both came to a stop in the kitchen.

"No... No problem. I don't think. Look, Rafe, you seem like a really nice guy -"

"Oh, God I don't like where this is going -"

"No! No, it's not bad but... I found you." Rafe set the now empty bowl into the sink and turned back to face you.

"Found me?"

"Don't make me say it," you pleaded, face already hot with embarrassment. That cocky demeanour started to take effect and with the way he looked, standing there half naked so casually had you struggling to find the words.

"Online. Okay? I happened upon your online profile and -" His laughter cut you off and the panic and embarrassment subsided momentarily.

"Don't be embarrassed, everyone watches porn," he stated with a shrug and stepped towards you, caging you in against the counter. It took all your willpower not to drop to your knees then and there.

"I just - just didn't want things to be awkward. Thought you might want to know... We're still just neighbours, okay?"

"Sure. Y'know I'm surprised it took you this long to figure it out..." Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned in. The scent of him was dizzying and you did the unthinkable. You kissed him. It transpired into a series of messy kisses, and obscene actions with tongues and teeth pressing and clashing.

A surprised gasp against Rafe's sinfully pink lips escaped you as he hoisted you onto the counter, large, hot hands on your waist, keeping you flush with him. Kissing Rafe was something you couldn't explain, it was a hungry, demanding exchange with languid tongues rendering you breathless.

"M' a big fan of your work," you confessed with a hot sigh against his parted lips, trying your hardest not to moan when he made contact with the column of your throat and his one hand made his way between your parted thighs.

"Yeah?" You made a noise of agreement but yelped when he tugged your soft cotton shorts down your legs, exposing your ass and the backs of your thighs to the cool surface beneath you.

"Don't - don't feel like you have to -" you panted, cut off by an unintentional moan as his fingers pressed against your underwear, adding a delicious kind of pressure against your aching clit. Your hand found his wrist, holding him there for a moment whilst his fingers teased you relentlessly.

"And what if I want to? Like I haven't spent the past couple of weeks listening to you play with yourself late at night when you think no one can hear you." His remark had you clenching around nothing,

"I -"

"You think I couldn't hear you? Watching my videos and moaning for me?" He kissed a line down your neck and bunched your t-shirt up so he could remove your panties, dropping them to one side. In your hazy state, you couldn't stop him from kneeling down in front of your bare cunt before he leaned in, making contact with an open mouth against your now-exposed clit.

"Fuck, Rafe -" you whimpered with a shaky breath as he used his mouth to get you off, suctioning around your clit with expert skill, his tongue adding just enough pressure and friction to have you dizzy already.

"Tell me all about it, sweets." You couldn't be sure if he was good at this because it was part of his job or if he was just that good, but in a matter of minutes, you were reduced to a whining, squirming mess on his kitchen counter, unable to form a coherent sentence. The pressure of a finger being added to your aching, wet cunt had you moaning even louder.

"Gonna cum for me? Hm? Wanna make a mess on my face?" All you could do in reply was moan. Unashamed and unhindered by the fact that any of the surrounding units might be able to hear you and that you were currently on your neighbour's kitchen counter being eaten out within an inch of your life by the aforementioned neighbour.

Practically grinding on his face, everything came to a dizzying peak. Eyes screwed shut, back arched off of the counter and your thighs trembling from their position over his shoulders, you came with a loud cry - a plea almost for the pleasure to last -

"That was hot," Rafe commented with a drawl as he eventually managed to free himself from between your previously tensed thighs. He made a point to stand up and offer the two fingers that had just been inside you. Some deep part of your subconscious didn't even hesitate to accept them in your mouth to clean them off.

"Good girl," he cooed with a wolfish grin.

-/-/-

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pairing — fem!reader x dark!rafe

warnings — THIS IS A DARK FIC. nonconsensual/dubcon sex, knife kink, choking, threatening to slit someones throat, dark alley, clothes being cut, rough sex, fingering, being fucked with a knife, nipple play

He had found deep shadows to hide in. An abandoned jewelry store stood next to the gym. Its windows were boarded up, but its deep entrance made a good place to stand and wait. There was a blanket lying in the doorway, left there by someone homeless perhaps. He stood silently in the shadows and watched.

The gym was closing, and a few stragglers were coming out into the parking lot. Buff young men passed him by without noticing him. Toned women in scanty clothes walked by without sensing his presence. He was well hidden.

The last one came out the door. He looked around the parking lot and saw all the others had left. He studied this girl carefully. She was beautiful, he watched as your breasts moved. They bounced slightly under your thin shirt and the nipples were clearly visible. Your shorts were as short as they could possibly be. There was a nice gap of bare midriff between the shirt and the shorts. He found you very attractive. Yes, you would do nicely.

You walked quickly past the dark doorway. As you passed he glided out of the shadows and grabbed you from behind. One hand went over your mouth so you could not scream, and the other reached around and grabbed your breast. You seemed to panic at his touch, dropping your purse and squirming under his grip, but he was strong. He pulled you back into the dark doorway. Still keeping one hand over your mouth, he groped in his belt and found the handle of the knife. He pressed it into your throat.

You stopped struggling at that, afraid of hurting herself. He hissed in your ear, "Make one sound and I cut your throat." Then he carefully released his grip on your mouth. You whimpered softly but were afraid to scream. The knife stayed at your throat, and the hand that had covered your mouth moved down to squeeze your nipple through the thin fabric. Slowly he turned you around and you saw he had a mask over his eyes.

He put one hand on your shoulder, and with the other reached out the knife point toward you. Slowly, starting at the neck, he cut down through your t-shirt. The soft fabric parted to reveal your tits under it. He stopped for a moment to enjoy looking at them, and to enjoy you trembling as he did so. You whispered, "No, no!" but he jerked the knife toward your throat and you quickly were silenced. He cut on down through the fabric and your tits were fully revealed.

He put the point of the knife on your navel so you could feel its coldness. Then he pushed your head back and his mouth roughly grasped a nipple. You tried to pull back but felt the point of the knife move forward as you did, so you quit resisting. Hungrily he sucked and pulled on that nipple, then shifted to the other one. You shook as he did so, but the prick of the knife in your navel kept you from trying to escape.

He pulled back from your tits and the point of the knife went to your throat again. His hand went to the waistband of your exercise shorts. You silently shook your head with pleading eyes. He ignored you, and pressed the shorts on down. Still holding the knife at your throat, he moved behind you and continued pulling down the shorts. You could feel the air on your ass as it was revealed to his gaze, and then you felt his hard hand grasping it and kneading it.

His hand came away from your ass, and for a moment you waited to find out what he would do next. You heard rustling sounds behind you and realized he was dropping his pants. Suddenly you felt his hard cock thrust into the crack of your ass. You gasped and tried to pull forward away from him but the knife was still at your throat and you could not move. He again reached around to grab her breast roughly as his cock moved up and down your ass.

Then suddenly he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around. Your shorts still slightly covered your sex, and this made him mad. He grabbed them and pushed them down almost to your knees. Then his hand went into your crotch, under the light covering of hair on your mound. You squeezed your legs shut against him, but again the knife went to your throat. "Open your fucking legs!" he hissed. Trembling and crying now, you slowly obeyed. You felt his fingers probe at your slit and push it open. You realized incredibly that it was lubricating for him.

He held the knife at your stomach with one hand and circled your throat with the other. His mouth sought your nipple again and he shook his head roughly with the nipple in his teeth. Keeping one hand choking you, he put the knife in the hollow of your throat, and then began to move it down slowly. It traced across your nipple, down into your navel, and down across your pubic hair to slide between your legs and into your slit. You threw your head back and closed your eyes but could not stop your trembling. You felt the knife sliding up into your cunt. You did not dare move a muscle. If only you could stop shaking, you thought.

The knife came out of your pussy, dripping not with blood but with your own juices betraying you. You felt yourself pushed backwards and the hand around your throat forced you down, onto the blanket that someone had left there. He stood over you now as you cowered back into the shadow. You saw the long shaft of the knife threatening you, and also the long shaft of his cock sticking out of his pants, which you feared would hurt you more. You were crying and shaking, but he was implacable.

He forced you back on the blanket, and entered you roughly. He thrust deeply into your pussy and you felt as if you were being split in two by his long hard cock. You rolled your head back but the blade of the knife followed it. Feebly you tried to push him away but he ignored you, using his free hand to grab your ass and press you closer into him. He grunted as he thrust and every grunt made you shudder more.

Finally after what seemed like hours he stiffened his body and made a final thrust to deposit his cum deep in your pussy. He rocked your hips around his cock as his orgasm took him. You gasped but dared make no other sound. He lay quietly in your cunt now, but you sobbed silently in your fear.

He stood up now, and fastened his pants. From next to the blanket he picked up a suit jacket and tie, and without removing his mask, began carefully tying the tie in a Windsor knot. You lay naked on the blanket as he did so. When he was impeccably dressed, he reached into his coat pocket for his wallet. He drew out five $100 bills and held them out to her. You stood up and took them and gave him a smile, no longer tearful.

"You did good" he said. "I saw an empty alley next to the Starbuck's downtown. Shall we do it there next week, same time? I think i’ll bring a rope."

"Of course," you said, "Always a pleasure to do business with you. Remember to give my phone number to your friends. All fantasies fulfilled is my motto."

"Naturally," he said. "I give you my highest recommendation. Don't forget to pick up the blanket and put it in the alley for next week." A black Lincoln Town Car with a uniformed driver pulled silently into the parking lot. The driver got out and opened the door, carefully averting his gaze. The gentleman got into the back seat and the driver closed the door.

You fumbled for your dropped purse, tucked away the cash.

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Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, jealousy, seemingly unrequited feelings, secret relationship, semi public sex, non canon ages, underage drinking

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summary: The three times you had sex with your best friend…and the one time you didn’t.

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↳SUMMARY: rafe cameron is one of nascar's best and when they send you to interview him, well, let's just say you never saw him coming.

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Rafe’s large calloused fingers traced circles over your shoulder as he lay shirtless next to you, memories of the previous night passing through the deepest parts of his brain. You were breathtaking, especially like this; morning light casting shadows against your perfect lips that lay slightly parted as small snores escaped them, hair everywhere. He watched intently as your eyes fluttered back and forth and your muscles responded to the dream that was being fed to you. He found himself being thankful as he tucked stray pieces of hair behind your ears. Thankful – the word felt too simple to describe what he was feeling, it was more like he was honor-bound really, in a state of euphoria over the fact that he had finally broken through a few of the bricks that made up the wall around your heart, though he knew he still had so much work to do to get you to really trust and believe in him and that’s truly all he wanted. There was a part of him who wondered who – what – broke you and how in the hell he was going to fix it; how in God’s green earth he was going to take the misaligned pieces of your heart as they sat cracked, like a broken bone that had healed after not being set correctly. He racked his mind for what gesture would be grand, yet simple, afraid to make the quills release from your skin again in response to the fear you felt just by being around him. He only wanted to hold your heart forever, but he knew that you were fearful of his hands. Would they be steady enough to keep it within his grips? He knew they would but his reassurance in himself did nothing for your anxiety, he wasn’t an idiot, he knew that. His eyes peered around your bedroom and they landed on two very specific things; an award, the gold plating he could barely make out from the position he was in but he forced his eyes to focus as he turned his body even further away from you. As he got closer he read the words 2020’s “woman to watch in Nascar” – as he got closer, he noticed a piece of paper in scribbled, barely legible handwriting that sat directly under a maroon colored picture frame. It read “he’d be proud” and for a brief moment his heart stopped, remembering whose daughter you were as he looked up at the square frame that boxed in the small image of you and Roy. It dawned on Rafe that it was taken a few days before his accident, his death and it was most likely the very last photo you had with him. 

Suddenly, Rafe knew exactly what to do. It was elegant and simple and so totally the mix of both your world’s and he couldn’t wait another second before getting  out of bed and beginning the journey to the night you’d share together. 

-

You groaned, squinting your eyes tight fighting your body’s sudden urge for them to open. You weren’t a morning person at all and it had been that way for as long as you could remember. You gripped the satin sheets, bringing them up your chin, your body twisting violently like the muscle contraction of an uneasy stomach. Which, is exactly the feeling that overcame you as you realized you were now in the same spot that Rafe had previously occupied. There was a brief sadness – a feeling of “you’re an idiot, you shouldn’t have gotten close” as you let the despair of him being gone infiltrate the depths of your heart, ripping away the blooms of purple tulips that his touch planted in the hollow grounds of it. Your pity party was short lived, the crumpling of paper felt against the skin of your belly where your tank top was riding up. Your eyebrows furrowed at the notion, unsure what was going on, but nevertheless, you reached your hand under your blanket and pulled out the item protruding against your skin. Your fingers hovered against the neatly folded lined yellow paper with your name on the outside of it. “Rafe”, you thought. The very mention of his name was enough to send a soft smile to your lips as you sat up, sudden eagerness and anxiety twirled around you like the mix of moist and warm air that a tornado is born in. You wondered what it could possibly say – would words of rejection leave you or empty or was he who he promised he’d be? Before you could dig yourself into a deeper hole of despair, your hands moved, opening the fold and your eyes focused on his handwriting. It was surprisingly neat, scribbles of scratched out words making you giggle as you took them in. 

– 

Pretty girl, good morning. 

I’m sorry I’m not there. You looked just like an angel, minus the drool of course. Nevertheless, I couldn’t wake you. I have a surprise for you tonight. Wear your prettiest dress and that beautiful scowl that I love so much. Imagine me kissing you right now instead of this stupid yellow piece of paper being in your hands. Are you imagining it? I mean it, close your eyes, y/n. You’re smiling now, aren’t you? Yeah, I know. 

See you soon, sweetheart. 

Xo. Rafe Cameron, famous race car driver :-) 

– 

You felt like an idiot – the rolling of your eyes could be compared to a bowling ball as it made its way down a strip of wood flooring. It felt like Rafe was the bowling pin, his charm alluring even as you did your best to be annoyed by him. You crashed into each other effortlessly; his sunshine collecting your gloom like it was his day job. You weren’t sure how different it was from his You were grateful as you sat somewhere between a blush and an eyeroll and began to ponder just what in the fuck you were going to where for him tonight. So, you did what you did best – you begged Alex for help. 

–

Alex came over after only a few texts threatening her within an inch of her life, demanding your favorite red dress be brought home immediately. You’re lucky she loves you, you thought at the hard knocks against your door. You ran to it, flinging it open urgently, jerking her body into your foyer. 

“Bitch, what the fuck?! Where’s the fire?” 

She commanded an answer from you as confusion and worry infiltrated her being at your erratic behavior. 

“This! This is where the fire is!” 

You replied, voice letting out a fearful, yet excited tremble as you dragged her to your bedroom and shoved his note in her face. A smile crept across Alex’s lips as she suddenly realized that this mother fucker was in love with you and you were looking at her like a scared feral cat, which told her you loved him right back. 

“Pretty girl, good morning. I’m sorry I’m not there. You looked just like an angel, minus the drool of course.” 

She mocked, sarcasm dripping from her tongue as she took off running, your hands reaching out to grab your new prized possession from her grips. She used her height against you, putting her arms above her head as she continued to read – tormenting you along the way. 

“He’s right, ya know? You do drool.” 

She said, a sly smirk across her mouth. 

“You bitch!” 

You said, jumping forward, completely not paying attention to the shoes on your bedroom floor until your face was hitting the bedpost. You let out a violent whimper as you felt the bone of your cheek give way to the metal doing it best to punch through it. 

“Shit!” 

Alex muttered, coming in your field of vision, prying your hands away from your face that was now beginning to swell. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m sorry – hey, you’re okay. I’m sorry. Fuck!” 

She frantically said, moving forward pushing your head back to assess the damage. 

“Yeah babe, you’re gonna have a shiner. It may be broken, we’ll have to watch the swelling.” 

She muttered, turning your head from side to side by the push of her thumb and forefinger against your chin. 

“Fuck, Alex! Why?! The one day I need to look presentable, too? God! He’s –” 

“Hey! Calm down. He’s going to think you’re beautiful, no matter what. Do you have any idea what this note even means?” 

You gently shook your head signifying a ‘no’ in response. 

“It means he’s crazy about you.” 

She said, face softening at the tears that pooled in your eyes. You were stressed, worried about what someone else thought of you for the first time in what felt like forever. She hoped Cameron wasn’t going to fuck this up. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to pick up the pieces if he did. 

“You think so, really?” 

You asked, eyes wide with wonder at the prospect and she nodded her head, pulling you in for a brief hug. 

“He’s also just flat out crazy if he’s into a girl who broke his nose in front of everyone he knows, but that’s not my business.” 

You shared a laugh, knowing the truth of her statement and you figured you deserved whatever you looked like after hurting him. You wondered if this was how he felt afterwards and the thought ate you alive. 

“Still – I can’t go looking like this.” 

You said and Alex huffed. 

“You can.” 

She replied.

“I’m not going.” 

You muttered again. 

“You are.” 

She spoke in what seemed to be a practiced mantra between the two of you – your denial and her assurance. 

“No. I’m not going.” 

You said, grabbing your phone in an attempt to text Topper and ask him for Rafe’s number. But, before you could complete the action, Alex jerked the phone out of your hands. 

“Bitch! You’re going and that’s final. Now, go sit your ass down on the couch and ice your face until I tell you it’s okay to stop!” 

Alex spoke, annoyed, and rolled her eyes at your always-defiant nature. But you listened. You knew you needed to go deep down in your core, you just weren’t sure why. 

– 

You had to call Topper anyways, pulling Rafe’s number from him like you were extracting a rotten tooth. He was, like Alex, worried you were going to cancel on his best pal and he wouldn’t blame you – Rafe was a dickhead and always had been, but something within him told him that you were a match made in heaven. You explained, huffing and puffing, threatening to blow his house down and the illusion that you were a big bad wolf made Topper laugh until his belly hurt. He soon realized that you didn’t know where you were supposed to meet your knight in shining race car. He had so conveniently left that out of his note. Per such, reluctantly, Topper handed over his phone number and you hesitantly typed out text after text, deleting all of them as quickly as you wrote them. Then, without a moment more wasted you hastily typed out one word with one syllable, hoping it was enough to enact a reply. 

Hi 

You were sure your heart would break in half otherwise and almost as soon as the whoosh of the sent message sounded, a whoosh returned with what he wrote and what felt like the very first conversation you’d ever had with him began. 

Rafferty: Who's this? 

Your favorite scowler. 

Rafferty: Well, hey pretty girl. Who gave you my number? 

My favorite race car driver. 

Rafferty: I didn’t give you my number?

Who said you were my favorite?

Rafferty: Bad girl. I think you’ll regret that when you see my surprise. 

Speaking of, where am I supposed to meet you? 

Rafferty: center of the race track, 7:30. 

Noted. See you soon, Rafferty. 

Rafferty: see ya then, dream girl. 

And see him soon, you would. 

– 

You fidgeted nervously as you stepped out onto the pavement of the track, freshly cut grass and a hint of vanilla and bourbon filling your senses, signaling that he wasn’t far from where you were. You’d know that smell anywhere, it was intoxicating, wrapping around your heart like a lasso, as he carted you away from everything you knew and into new pastures. For the first time, the track was pitch black, no stadium lights, so roaring engines. You basked in the silence; memories of it in the wee hours of the morning during your childhood, memories of your dad looming over you as you made your way to the center of the grass, the best way you could. Rafe giggled as he heard you curse under breath, unable to see what was in front of you and you smiled timidly knowing he was near. Suddenly, a twinkle illuminated around you, string lights its home. They draped elegantly above a singular round table that sat next to where your knight stood in all his glory. You admired, no, you gawked at him from where you stood, blue jeans a quarter length, white button down adorning his frame. The shirt accentuated his frame and you’d known he was in shape but the way it clung to him told you he was indeed very healthy. His voice brought you out of your trance. 

“Come on sweetheart, we’ve been waiting for you all day. Don’t leave us hanging.” 

Suddenly, your eyes connect with his, and he gives you a soft smile, nodding his head in the direction of a smaller table off to the side of the one he stood in front of, on it a picture frame that held your favorite person in the confines of it. 

“I know it’s a little morbid for a first date, but it only seemed right to ask him if it was okay and when I did, all I could hear was how bad he wanted to see your pretty face. So, I told him he could tag along, is that okay?” 

You now stood in front of the table, knowing exactly what Rafe meant. It’d been too long since you’d seen his sweet face too, you wanted to see him too. You turned back around, the frame in your hands and unshed tears in your eyes. For a moment, Rafe thought he had fucked up. But, as you came to him, and wrapped your arms around his torso, squeezing him as tight as you could, your actions told him otherwise. 

“Thank you.” 

You whispered, pulling away from him, looking up at his blue eyes as they shined like the stars that hung above the two of you. 

“That’s – That’s really special, Rafe.” 

You said, giving him a smile. He was taken aback by how soft you looked standing in front of him, so close but so far away. He reached out to grab your hand and you flinched away. He immediately cursed himself, you could tell in the way he gulped at the notion that you didn’t want to touch him. But, as he retreated, you placed your hand in his; a fawn showing him the tiniest ounce of trust as he peered outward from behind the headlights that almost ran you over. 

“Sorry, force of habit.” 

You muttered and he smiled, pulling you by the hand over to the table he had prepared for you. It was simple, but beautiful; place settings that looked like they belonged in a magazine and turquoise candles that marked the center of the table. Rafe pulled your chair out for you, ushering you into the seat before pushing it under the confines of the tablecloth that now sat draping over your legs meeting with the fabric of your sundress. He made his way around the table, seating himself across from you. 

“You look just like a flower, the prettiest one.” 

He said and blush waltzed across your freckled cheeks. 

“What’s for dinner?” 

You questioned after a beat of silence, locking eyes with him and his fingers went up, eyes looking just past your shoulder and whoever stood there was suddenly at your side in a waiter’s outfit with a covered dish in his hands. He placed the tray in front of you before removing the top and the largest bacon cheeseburger that you had ever seen. You salivated at the sight of it and Rafe smiled. 

“Your favorite.”

He responded timidly. 

“How’d you know?” 

You questioned, furrowed brows almost hiding the cloak of wonder that sat overtop of your irises. 

“Your dad talked a lot about you, I know more than you’d think.” 

“Interesting – so when did you talk to my dad? He never mentioned you, so I’m assuming you were just another adoring fan, right?” 

You spoke bitterly. Rafe gulped loudly, what you said clearly making him uncomfortable. 

“Uh, no – actually I met him the first time when I was fifteen. He came to see me when I was in the hospital.” 

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

“He was my hero, ya know? Like he is for a lot of people. I looked up to him a lot, still do. The first big race I had after my mom died – I don’t know what happened, but I got really reckless really fast and the next thing I knew, I was waking up in the hospital. They said I broke my back, they fixed it in surgery, but I was paralyzed for two years. I talked my sister into writing him a letter for me and he came to see me; told me not to give up – ya know all the bullshit you tell a kid when you know they are going to be disabled for the rest of their life.” 

“Rafferty, I –” 

“You don’t have to say you’re sorry. Actually, don’t; just don’t say it. Everyone does, so please just don’t. I’m not telling you for pity, I’m telling you so you know that I’m not just some fan of his.” 

“I’d mean it, ya know.” 

“What?” 

“If I said it, I’d mean it. People say they’re sorry about my dad a lot, so I get that.” 

“You don’t.” 

“Okay.” 

You said, voice barely above a whisper and his chest clenched as he watched your eyes fall on your hands as they sat in your lap. For the first time, you looked afraid; of what, he wasn’t exactly sure.

“I’m kind of a bitch. My therapist says it's a defense mechanism, but I promise I’m really a nice person deep down – way, way down.” 

The silence between you creates an air so thick, you were convinced even the sharpest knife in the world would do no good in slicing through it. All you wanted was for him to speak – to say something; a joke, an innuendo, anything would have sufficed. But, you were met with a thick air and silence and you briefly wondered if this is what suffocation felt like.

 “Anyways, I’m sorry for insinuating you weren’t special to him, you were. He told me about your accident when I was a teenager, and didn't let me race anymore after that. He just never said your name, I didn’t know it was you, Rafe.” 

You had apologized, something you just quite frankly didn’t do. You felt small, vulnerable, and mean – why were you always so mean to him? He had clearly been through a lot, much more than you and he held it well; douchebaggery and sunshine melding together like intertwined fingers. But, You – you were just mean and you knew that. You wondered why he had wasted time on you at all and if he regretted ever being with you, you bet he did. 

“This was really nice, maybe the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me, but I’ve clearly messed it up. I’m sorry, I'll go.”

You spoke, dejectedly and he watched as your shoulders slumped, and you pressed into your palm with the thumb on your opposite hand. He let you stand, becoming only a silent on-looker as you hesitantly pushed the chair back in and kept looking like there was something you were meaning to take with you. It was him, he was convinced. He played over scenarios in his head for a moment. He had a choice; he could love you for who you were, even now, as you were a bitch to him. He could set aside all that, teach you that you were meant to be loved, or, he could let you go; never knowing if you’d find it in anyone else, never knowing if you’d ever truly know how special you were. The latter he couldn’t stomach, so he stood, napkin in his hands as he watched you walk away from him and he called out to you. 

“Sweetheart?” 

You stopped in your tracks, still facing the direction you were walking and your breath hitched in your throat. 

“Yeah?” 

You whimpered out and Rafe swore his heart had shattered into a million pieces. 

“Sit down, pretty girl. Don’t you wanna hear the rest of the story? It’s got a good ending, I promise.” 

You didn’t reply, aiming only to turn around and sit back in the seat you had previously occupied. 

“Not there, sit here.” 

He said, patting his hands against his thighs. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you; skittish, afraid to come near him after he had bitten your head off. 

Who was he to say you didn’t understand? 

You’d lost the one person you had in the world and he’d only lost the function of his body for a short time. It seemed his accident took the one thing you loved away from you too, he never knew that you had ever even been inside of a race car, let alone driven one. Suddenly, he had an idea as you straddled him, your dress hiking up on your pretty thighs as you wrapped your arms around him, your chin sitting on his shoulder. 

“He was a good guy, ya know? He called me every Friday night and let me tell him how the PT was going and when I felt lost, he gave me hope. If it wasn’t for him, I’d still be in a chair – wouldn’t be stroking your pretty hair right now.” 

Without notice, a low groan-like cry escaped your mouth and he only held you tighter. 

“I’m s-sorry.”

He grabbed you by your biceps and pulled you forward and for a moment, you thought he was going to tell you to leave. 

“Hey, it’s okay. You had no way of knowing, sweetheart. I’m okay, good even – legs and arms fully functioning, a little bit of nerve damage but nothing I can’t handle.” 

As you looked into his eyes, his large calloused hand came up to your cheek wiping away the tears under your eye and your makeup along with it; revealing the shiner the bedpost had left you with. He looked bewildered as his thumb grazed over the mark. 

“Baby – what happened to your face?” 

He asked with tenderness; a tenderness that only a few moments ago you thought had dissipated when it came to the topic of you. 

“It’s nothing, Rafe.” 

You spoke, shrugging your shoulders. 

“Sweetheart, it doesn’t look like nothing and if you don’t start talking soon, I’m going to have to beat up every person I see until I find the right one.”

He spoke and you chuckled. 

“It’s kind of funny, actually. Alex came over and was telling me how crazy you were about me with the note you left and I was chasing her around the apartment trying to get it back.” 

He knew where this was going, he knew what it meant; you were protective of the note. Which translated in his brain that you were protective of him – of what the two of you shared. You loved him, you just weren’t ready to say that out loud. 

“So she punched you?” 

He questioned, eyes shining with the remnants of a smirk, though ready to defend your honor again – even if it was against your best friend who could probably eat him alive without moving a muscle. 

“No, Rafferty.” 

You said, rolling your eyes. 

“I tripped and my face hit the bed post.” 

You looked at him as he sat in front of you with a cocked eyebrow and you both busted into a fit of belly-aching laughter. 

“Geez – beautiful and clumsy, huh? My dream girl.” 

He said, rubbing his thumb across the spot again. You winced and his expression grew concerned. 

“Did you go to the hospital? It could be fractured, sweetheart.” 

He said, his lip jutting out into a pout at the thought of your face being broken. 

“Rafe, it’s fine. It’s just bruised. Can you tell me about the nerve damage? I mean – does it hurt? What does it affect?” 

You questioned, scowling at how good his hand felt on your face. 

“You remember the night you broke my face?” 

You cowered from his gaze as you nodded, afraid that he wouldn’t want to tell you about his pain. Why would he let you in when you’ve done everything to keep him out? 

“I-I’m sorry. I wish I could take it back.” 

You spoke softly. 

“No, baby. I deserved it. Do you remember what happened when you hit me?” 

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, unsure what he was talking about. 

“No, what do you mean?” 

You questioned. 

“When…you know…”

He said, eyes focusing downward. 

“Oh.” 

You gasped, hand clasping over your mouth. 

“I know it’s weird. I just wanted to tell you that’s why it happened. There’s no guarantee that it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.” 

Your eyes softened at his reality. Maybe you weren’t really so different, maybe his douchebaggery was a mask to keep girls away in the same way that your attitude was. 

“I’m sorry is one thing you never have to say to me.” 

You replied and his eyes met yours. 

“You're like a kitten, you know that?” 

“I’m cute and cuddly?” 

You questioned with a hint of sass.

“No.”

He said, watching your face fall and immediately regretted the word that had flown out of his mouth. 

“Hey, hey – no, not what I meant. You’re more than cute! You’re beautiful and so smart and amazing! I just meant that, you only let people get close on your terms. In any case, you’re presenting me with that beautiful scowl. It’s one of the things I love most about you. You’re not afraid to be who you are or protect your heart. That’s an important skill a lot of people lack.”  

You cracked a smile at him in response and moved to hug him again, playing with the white collar of his shirt, admiring the clean of his hair on the back of his neck. You lingered there for a few moments before he started rubbing your back. 

“Hey, I have an idea, pretty girl. Are you up for some adventure?” 

You put yourself in reverse, gearshifts changing as you pulled away from the hug, locking eyes with him and nodding in response. 

– 

When Rafe said adventure, you didn’t think he meant this – you in the driver’s seat of his race car and him, leaning into the window looking down at you smiling. You felt almost numb as you sat, the roaring of the engine loudly ramming against your eardrums and the rumble from its power vibrating against your skin. 

“How can you be so sure about this, Rafe?” 

You asked, voice raised over the volume of the car. 

“I trust you and besides, it’s in your blood, pretty girl. It’s a straight shot from here to the flag stands; just humor me and have some fun. This is me giving back something I took away.” 

He said, patting the helmet that sat on your head and backing up, signaling it was time to stop being a pussy. You weren’t sure if you could do it until you looked at his blue eyes again, they pierced through every doubt like a double edged sword and suddenly, your foot was pressing hard on the gas and your hands were locked and loaded holding tight to the steering wheel as you took off. 

60 mph. 90 mph. 120 mph. 

Your brain read the speedometer as it climbed, your foot and hands moving in sink as your shifted gears and pushed down onto the clutch. You could feel the speed at which you were moving and you were high – adrenaline coursing through your veins in a way that hadn’t felt in ten years. You couldn’t describe it, a lavender haze of euphoria washing over you and suddenly, the flag post was in your line of sight and you slowed, coming to a stop. Your chest heaved up and down, your heart hammering against your ribcage and your breath barely able to keep up with your brain’s signals. You hadn’t felt this alive since you were fifteen and you were thankful. You knew your dad had his own little sick, twisted way of saying he was sorry and it seemed like Rafe was it. 

“Thanks, dad.”

You whispered as you saw Rafe approaching the car in the rearview mirror. You began climbing out of the window, removing the helmet and shaking out your long hair, placing the helmet underneath your arm and holding it at your hip. 

“You just got like ten times hotter!” 

He exclaimed, laughing as he approached you and you sat the helmet on top of the car, reaching out for his face. 

“Shut up and kiss me, Cameron.” 

You said, moving your lips to connect with his. The kiss almost felt healing as your bodies moved in sync with each other and for the first time in a long time you felt at ease. This was meant to be and you were tired of fighting it. 

– 

The next thing Rafe knew, you had been making out for five minutes and you were writhing, your body begging for more. But, he wanted you to say it. This wasn’t going to be another hate fuck, not on his watch atleast. He knew good and well if he slept with you again, this time it was going to be for real and he needed to know you felt the same way. Because if you didn’t, he needed to protect his heart. It was only fair, you had protected yours this entire time. You released from the kiss, your breathless heaving the only sounds that could be heard between the two of you as your foreheads met. 

“That was nice – what did I do to deserve that, pretty girl?” 

“You gave me something back I’ve been missing for a long time.” 

You said kissing him again and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. 

“Woah, woah, woah, sweetheart.” 

You breath hitched in your throat at the thought of him rejecting you and you began to retreat. 

“Sorry, I guess I read things wrong.” 

You whispered, the assault on your heart could be felt everywhere, tightness infiltrating every muscle and vein, especially the ones in your chest. 

“Hey – no baby, of course you didn't. I'm never going to reject you, don’t you know that? It’s just that, if we do this again, I want you to be with me, to be mine. I won’t be able to stomach it if we’re together and then tomorrow you decide you don’t want me.”

“Okay.” 

You whispered.

“I want to love you, shit – I already do. But, I can’t if you won’t let me. So, will you let me, sweetheart? Cause I – I want the whole thing, the white picket fence and the kids or no kids. Whatever you want, that’s what I want.” 

Tears collected in your eyes at his words and you vigorously nodded. 

“B-but, what if you leave me like he did?” 

You asked, lip wobbling. Rafe’s heart shattered at your words and immediately he understood why you had behaved this way all along. 

“I’m not your dad, baby. I’ll never be your dad.” 

“Y-you have to promise.” 

“I promise, sweetheart, nothing’s ever going to happen to me. I’ll never leave you.” 

Before he even had time to register whether or not you had believed him, he was kissing you again. Your tears hit his cheeks and he was lost in you, only working to give you pleasure, finding himself wanting to for the rest of his life. His kisses moved to your jaw and your hands met his hair as he started sliding your dress off. 

“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” 

He muttered in between kisses and you obliged, simply along for the ride as he lifted you around his hips and kept kissing you. You notated this must be something he enjoys doing, mirroring his behavior the night of your bar escapades. You wondered what else about tonight would be the same. Suddenly, you realized nothing would be as he laid you down on the hood of his car and kissed down your bare chest, tongue swirling and lingering on the tents of your nipples. He looked up at you, blue eyes blown with lust and you gasped as he latched on, sucking your buds like his very existence depended on it. 

“Rafferty!” 

You yelped and he smirked against your skin that he still held between his teeth. 

“This all you needed, mama? Just want to be taken care of, yeah?” 

You nodded vigorously and he smirked, moving down to plant kisses against your tummy. 

“Use your words, baby.” 

He said as he ripped your panties in half with his teeth. 

“Oh, God!” 

You growled, writhing underneath him. 

“You liked that didn’t you, sweet girl? Knew you would.” 

He said, his mouth lingering just above your pubic bone. 

“I–” 

Your words felt like they wouldn’t come out. 

“Tell me, baby.” 

He softly commanded and with all the strength within yourself, you finally spoke. 

“I’m yours.” 

You whispered into the air between you, which only seemed to send Rafe into a feral state as he planted his mouth on your clit, beginning to suck, like his only purpose in life was pleasuring you. He listened to your whimpers, a sweet symphony paired with the sweetness of your juices making their way down his chin. He moved, repositioning you, your back now sitting against the windshield you had previously been looking out of. 

“Please.” 

You whimpered out, as Rafe’s eyes met yours for a brief moment you caught a glimpse of the boyish grin he had plastered across his face. 

“Please, what?” 

He replied, rubbing soothing circles on your thigh. 

“Please, daddy.” 

You whimpered again, tears collecting in your eyes. 

“Good girl. Sweet girl. My girl.” 

He repeated the three sentences over and over; his new mantra, he was sure it would be forever. He moved his head down, meeting eyes with your entrance, one hand planted firmly on your tummy to keep you from squirming too much. You were begging for him to touch you, he knew that and just as you whimpered again, he licked his lips; diving right into you with his tongue at full force. You gasped in response, your body jolting forward at the electricity that was coursing through it as your juices were beginning to pool in Rafe’s mouth. He lapped up every drop before retreating and dropping his pants. 

“You doing okay, sweet girl?” 

He questioned, checking on your before he placed the head of his dick at your entrance. You nodded in response. 

“You want me to love on you, baby?” 

He questioned again and you nodded. 

“Use your words or I'll stop right now.” 

He softly warned. 

“Yes.” 

You yelped and he moved, kissing you with the force of a thousand suns. 

“If that’s what you want sweetheart, then kiss me like you mean it – kiss me like you want to be loved, y/n.” 

And so you did; passionate and breathless, you kissed him like you had never kissed anyone in your life and Rafe kissed you back with the same sentiment, moving as one with your body as he buried himself within your warmth. He gave you a moment to breathe, stroking your hair. He was no stranger to his length and the ferocity that it held. Once you seemed to be comfortable, he moved slowly – agonizingly slow as the ridges of him touched places that you weren’t sure even existed. 

“You got this, baby. Gonna help you through it.” 

He whispered against your earlobe before nipping at it with his teeth, your chests molded together. The angle seemed to provide him even more of an opening to hit the innermost parts of you.

“Oh God!” 

You yelped at one particular thrust, so close to your release. Rafe knew it, he could see in your face how close you were to coming undone around him and he needed it almost as bad as you did. He needed to see your face as you finally understood that he would love you until his lungs gave out. 

“Need. more.” 

You grunted, bringing him out of his trance and he understood what you meant, quickly changing his sweet and slow pace to rapid speed, only stopping when you both came undone. 

“I love you, mama.” 

He whispered before reaching into your warm cunt and bringing out with him a long line of your cum mixed with his and shoving it into his mouth. You couldn’t help but giggle at how much of a menace he was, knowing he meant what he had said. You loved him too, you knew that for sure. 

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