Rafecameroninterlude - ⊹࣪ ˖ Feels Like Sugar In Me ˖࣪ ⊹

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

a series by rafecameroninterlude ©

‘honeymoon’ is a collection of standalone oneshots that are titled after songs on Lana Del Rey’s album, ‘Honeymoon’. all parts can be read out of order, since none of them correlate with one another. if you find a pairing that you particularly favor most, my requests are open for the specific pairing you’d love to read more of <3

a/n: this trailer video is simply to set the mood for the series, of course y/n is always up to your imagination. warnings will be put in place for every oneshot published.

ʚɞ honeymoon

pairing: toxic!rafe x toxic!fem!reader

summary: ❝but you don’t go cause truly there’s nobody for you but me.❞ — not only did rafe catch you in a lie, he also saw jj making moves on you, and you allowing it to happen.

ʚɞ music to watch boys to

pairing: dealer!rafe x barry’s little sister!reader

summary: ❝i like you a lot, putting on my music while i’m watching the boys.❞ — there’s no denying the attraction you and rafe shared when you met each other. the only problem? he does business with barry, your older brother.

ʚɞ terrence loves you

pairing: dark!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝i lost myself and i lost you too.❞ — you leave rafe at the height of his addiction after a heated exchange. fast forward two years later, and you have everything rafe couldn’t give you.

ʚɞ god knows i tried

pairing: dealer!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝i feel free when i see no one, and nobody knows my name.❞ — you and rafe sneak away from an event neither of you want to be at, and unexpectedly have a good heart to heart.

ʚɞ high by the beach

pairing: dealer!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝all i wanna do is get high by the beach.❞ — you and rafe make a small trip to your favorite smoke spot.

ʚɞ freak , freak pt.2

pairing: rafe cameron x camgirl!reader

summary: ❝screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need to feel like i do.❞ — rafe cameron is your top donator, having been tuning into your live streams for several months. one night of texting and spilling too much details has you and rafe running into each other at a party, and knowing exactly who eachother is. even when you’ve only ever streamed anonymously.

ʚɞ art deco

pairing: dark!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝you’re so art deco, out on the floor. shining like gun metal, cold and unsure.❞ — your attempt to cut things off with rafe only fuels him to come back with a vengeance.

ʚɞ religion

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝when i’m down on my knees, you’re how i pray.❞ — you show rafe how much you appreciate all the hard work he’s been doing.

ʚɞ salvatore

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝the summer’s hot, and i’ve been waiting for you all this time.❞ — rafe finally comes back home from his two-month long family vacation, surprising you in the middle of the night.

ʚɞ the blackest day

pairing: dealer!rafe x fem!pogue!reader

summary: ❝i got you where i want you, you’re deader than ever, and falling for forever.❞ — a deal gone wrong leads to you and rafe being stuck in the same room together.

ʚɞ 24

pairing: dark!rafe x fem!pogue!reader

summary: ❝there’s only 24 hours in a day, and half of those you lay awake with thoughts of murder and carnage.❞ — when you accidentally witness rafe commit a murder, he’s willing to do everything he has to do in order to make sure there’s no loose ends. even if that means tracking you down and killing you himself.

your writing is soooo good i found ur account today and was looking through ur rafe masterlist and he has me feeling so giggling and warm ☹️☹️ i love the way you write him and your writing in general <33

thank you so much sweet anon 🎀 i’m so happy to start publishing works, i’ve been a reader for so long, and then i started getting so much ideas that i felt like it was time for me to take that step to create my own works, and i’m so happy that i did! everyone has been so supportive and sweet, i’m grateful for every single one of you <33333

i feel like brothers best friend w rafe would be fun xxx

you’re onto something here, i love it. who wants toppers little sister!reader x rafe?? or maybe barry’s little sister!reader x rafe??

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐢 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝

pairing: dealer!rafe x fem!kook!reader

summary: ❝i feel free when i see no one, and nobody knows my name.❞ — you and rafe sneak away from an event neither of you want to be at, and unexpectedly have a good heart to heart.

warnings: nearly nonexistent enemies to lovers, narcissistic parents (yikes), reader tries so hard to fight her attraction towards rafe lol, heavy flirting, light drinking, teasing, you and rafe confide in one another, car sex, unprotected sex (kinda vanilla imo), dry humping, slight praise kink

word count: 3k

a/n: i see your requests to make second parts for other oneshots of this series, don’t worry! they’ll be in the works once i have the rest of the series published <3 series masterlist

“for god sakes, y/n, change out of that horrid dress.” your father grimaced as you walked down the stairs, ready for whatever charity ball he was hosting this time. “her dress looks beautiful, won’t you leave her alone?” you heard your mother scold your dad as she fixed his tie. he always had something to say, just wanting to nag any chance he got. you ignored him, walking in front of the full length mirror by the front door. you looked amazing, the only reason why your father said anything about your dress being ‘horrid’ was probably because the low cut of your corset top pushed you up in all the right places.

“do me a favor when we get there? actually look like you’re enjoying yourself.” your father walked past you, holding the car door open for you and your mom. “of course, dad! i’ll walk around like this,” you smiled widely, your eyes void of any emotion. “my god,” you snorted at his expression, looking out the window for the rest of the ride. once you arrived, the three of you walked in, looking just like one of the perfect families you see in the magazines. the hall was already filled with everyone who lived on figure eight.

“i’ll be making my introduction soon,” your father greeted several people, your eyes narrowing at how much of a phony he was. “fix your face, dear. people are looking.” your mother nudged you softly. you don’t know what was faker, her smile or the extensions in her hair. you walked away before she could tell you anything else, taking a seat at the furthest table from the stage, the lighting itself nearly nonexistent. you looked around at the crowded room, spotting rafe in his own corner with topper and kelce. they were huddled together, rafe stuffing some cash in the pocket of his slacks.

that’s weird. you looked away, fighting the urge to roll your eyes as your father walked up to the microphone at the front. “good evening everyone, i would like to start off by saying..” you tuned out your father’s voice, tapping your nails against the table. it wasn’t long before clapping echoed through the room, a waiter approaching you with a fancy drink. “courtesy of mr. cameron,” you smiled at the server, thanking him before your head shot up in rafe’s direction.

he was already looking at you, blowing you a kiss as you waved him off. god, he was so annoying. you flashed him a fake smile. from the corner of your eye, you could see rafe making his way over, slipping into the chair next to you. he smelled so good, but you’d keep that thought to yourself. “how’s that little girl drink? i figured you couldn’t take the hard shit.” you nodded your head, taking a sip from the drink in question. “it could be better. i have to say though, when the waiter told me ‘courtesy of mr. cameron.’ i was hoping it was from your dad.” you pouted, rafe’s smug expression dropping instantly.

“sure you did.” he leaned back, your eyes traveling down the buttons of his shirt. you swallowed, averting your attention elsewhere before he could catch you. “what do you want, rafe?” you sighed. “what? i can’t sit with the princess of figure eight?” he leaned in, making you turn slightly. “of course you can, but can’t you see i’m having the time of my life?” you said sarcastically, both you and rafe laughing. he took your drink, tasting it for himself before he placed it back in front of you. “look, this is the last place i want to be right now, and by the way you’re over here by yourself, i could tell you feel the same. let’s ditch.” you thought for a second.

“and go where, rafe?” the man next to you shrugged. “let’s go to the cut.” you couldn’t help the shake of your head. “you’re funny.” his fingertips skimmed your wrist. “i’m serious, just think about it. no one there recognizes us, no one knows our name, we could just go for a drive, that’s it.” you glanced over at your mother, watching her down a whole glass of champagne as she feigned a laugh with some of the other women at a table. you’d hate to end up like that. “let’s get out of here.” you let rafe pick you up, shielding you from the crowd’s view as you two quickly made your way out the back entrance.

“hurry up!” he whispered as you struggled to get in his truck, your heels getting caught in the train of your dress. “i’m trying!” you groaned when your shoe wouldn’t budge from the fabric, rafe jogging around his vehicle to help you in. his hands gripped your hips, hoisting you up onto the passenger seat. he shut the door, your cheeks reddening. okay, he was very strong. he got in, his hand resting on the back of your seat as he backed out. you hated how attractive you found him. “you could act like you like me, you know.” rafe started driving. your father’s words from earlier replayed in your head. ‘do me a favor when we get there? actually look like you’re enjoying yourself.’ you blinked.

“i’m tired of acting.” you blurted out, immediately wishing you hadn’t spoken at all. rafe was quiet for a few seconds. “me too.” at his words, you glanced at him. “what do you have to act about?” it’s not that you were invalidating how he felt, but rafe wasn’t necessarily known as the good guy. “well, for one; my dad is an asshole.” he reached back, grabbing a beer from the backseat. “ward?” you scoffed, “he’s like the sweetest, at least when i’ve been around.” rafe nodded. “exactly. you’re proving my point.” you watched as he took the cap off with his teeth.

“but since we’re on this note; why don’t you like me?” he turned the radio on, the volume so low you could barely hear and sound coming out of the speakers. “it’s not that i don’t like you, rafe. i’ve just heard a lot of things. plus, you’re friends with douchebags, it’s only safe for me to assume you’re the same way.” you laughed when he flashed you a look that said ‘really???’

“topper and kelce aren’t even that bad, i’ve known them since forever.” he took a swig from his bottle. his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed. “i guess.” you found yourself looking at every little thing rafe did, finding it physically difficult to look away. “okay, you ask me something.” he took one hand off the wheel, his gold ring shining underneath the lights lining the road. “what did topper and kelce buy from you earlier?” he shut you down immediately. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” your eyes flickered to the speedometer, the numbers increasing. “you have secrets, i won’t pry.” he cleared his throat. “just trust me when i say you’re better off not knowing.” you two passed the bridge, officially entering the cut.

“you know what, there’s something i wanna know actually,” he smiled, “guys around here flaunt their girlfriends like trophies, how come i’ve never seen you with anyone?” you avoided his teasing gaze. “sorry, rafe. boyfriend applications are closed at the moment.” you looked down at your nails, trying to act as nonchalant as you can. as if rafe could sense the butterflies in your tummy, he shook his head. “that’s too bad, i have all the credentials too.” surely someone that good at flirting couldn’t be trusted. “do you also check the box for emotionally available?” rafe nodded. “for you i do.” damn him.

you couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto your face, rafe hollering once he saw that he got you. “alright, alright,” you brushed him off as he went off the road and parked underneath a tree. “i just realized how dark it is out here.” you looked around barely noticing any light. “this is the neglected side of the island. there’s no city lights, nothing. i kinda like that about it.” rafe left the keys in the ignition so music still played. “probably because you don’t have to live here.” you flashed him a look. “i’m sure the people on this side wish there was a little more.” you slipped your heels off, your feet already aching.

“besides that. think about it. you don’t have to uphold a reputation, you don’t have to act like something you’re not, no one expects anything from you, that sounds pretty good to me.” you nodded in understanding. “well when you put it like that, i’d take being a pogue over the kook bullshit any day.” he huffed out a laugh, grabbing another beer from the backseat. rafe handed it to you, your lip curling in disgust. “let me guess, ‘beer is gross,ew!’ fuck, you’re such a girl.” he shook his head. you stared at him for a moment. “you know what? i’ll drink it. but you open it.” you refused to use your teeth like rafe did.

he watched you with anticipation, your face scrunching as you took a swig. “i don’t care if i’m ‘such a girl’ that’s so bad.” you wiped your mouth, ignoring rafe as he suppressed his laughter. “okay, moving on,” he sighed, taking your beer for himself. “why did you look at your mom like that before we left?” you started fidgeting with your necklace, a habit you obtained when you were nervous. “this is gonna sound really stupid..” you trailed off, biting the inside of your cheek.

“i just feel like; if i don’t do something now to separate myself from my parents and their business, just figure eight in general, i’m gonna end up with the same life as hers. her and my father aren’t happy in their marriage, all she does is work and on her days off she drinks herself away while shopping online. i want so much more than that. something genuine.” rafe felt like you had crawled into his mind and said everything off of a script. “i love my parents, i really do, but i never want to become anything like them.” you blinked away the tears, not allowing the chance for you to ruin your makeup in front of this ridiculously beautiful man.

rafe kept his eyes on you, his gaze falling to the soft curve of your lips. “i don’t want to inherit anything from my father. every time we get in an argument, it never fails; he throws giving me money and an inheritance in my face when something goes wrong. i won’t let him be the reason i’m successful. i won’t piggyback off of him.” rafe sat back in his seat, manspreading slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest. this time when you looked at rafe, you felt like you saw him for who he really is, and that overshadowed all previous judgments you had.

“you and me both it seems like.” your eyes flickered up at each other, your heart racing in your chest as he took you in. with the slowness of the music in the background, and your heated stares, you felt yourself approaching a line you wouldn’t be able to come back from, a line you were more than willing to cross. “i won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” rafe’s voice was low, his body leaning into yours. your lips met his first, his hand pulling you closer by the back of your neck, his lips were so soft against your own, the tenderness of his touch making you shudder beneath his fingertips.

“i’ve always wanted to kiss you.” you smiled at his words, suddenly feeling suffocated in your dress. “rafe?” you got close to his ear, your nails softly running through his hair. “please get me naked.” he never thought he’d hear that sentence leave from your lips. you giggled to yourself when he got off the truck, going to the backseat where he pulled you over the console like nothing. “i thought you’d never ask.” his hands were skilled as he helped you out of the million layers that was your dress, his eyes sparkling as you sat shyly in front of him in nothing but a matching set.

“fuck, y/n,” he slid off his suit jacket, throwing it to the front seat as he pulled you on top of him, his hands settling on your hips. “you still have clothes on.” you shivered, rubbing his chest through his shirt. “we’ll get to that baby, let me just have you like this for a second.” your heart fluttered at the name, your arms wrapping around his neck as he trailed kisses across your chest. he was truly drawing this out for as long as he could, but you weren’t complaining. “if i didn’t know better, i’d say you wore this just for me.” you gasped when he flicked the waistband of your panties against your skin.

“next time i will, yeah?” you pulled away, cupping his face in yours hands, his eyes boring into yours. “yeah.” he kissed you again, a small moan emitting from your mouth when he dragged your hips against his. he was so hard already and feeling him through your panties was like torture. he continued moving you against him until you were gasping for air, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. “please rafe, i just want you inside of me.” you whined, your hair coming undone from its updo, a curl falling into your face. he let you unbutton his shirt, his slacks coming off right after.

you couldn’t keep your eyes from staring at his hard on when he was left in his boxers, your hand tentatively palming him through the thin material. rafe’s jaw slacked as you touched him, his eyes darkening when he saw you take your bottom lip between your teeth. while you were still straddling him, you pulled him out, his hardened cock standing before you. you two looked up at each other at the same time, a yelp echoing through the truck as he pushed you down onto the seat, your bra being tossed to the side.

he wasted no time, his mouth latching onto one of your nipples as you welcomed him inbetween your legs. everything felt so surreal, one minute you thought rafe cameron was like everyone else you knew, and the next he was slipping your underwear off, telling you how stunning you are. you stared in awe as rafe used his thumb to keep the head of his cock from springing up against his stomach as he neared your entrance. the fact that he was that hard, struggling to keep himself down, filled you with such pride as he entered you slowly. “i’m sorry, i probably should’ve asked you if you were okay without using a condom.” you shushed him, pulling him down to kiss you. truthfully that was the last thing on your mind. he smiled against your lips, rocking into you slowly at the perfect pace. you stretched around his cock so deliciously, you couldn’t imagine not having this regularly.

rafe watched every expression on your face, the moonlight illuminating off of your skin in a way that mesmerized him. “you feel so good, y/n.” his eyes screwed shut as you held him against you, his pubic bone hitting your clit with each thrust. “you too,” you whimpered, that same feeling returning as he palmed one of your tits. he took one of your legs, resting it on his shoulder as your hips began meeting his thrusts. rafe whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you squeezed around him, sucking him in every time he pulled out.

“you’re the only girl that interests me. no one else has ever understood or even taken the time to try to understand me.” your eyes met, a look of knowing passing through them. you smiled, your expression changing into one of pleasure as he grazed that sensitive spot inside you. “right there? you like that?” you nodded, your nails raking down his chest. “please don’t stop!” you cried, feeling cock drunk as he lifted your head off of the seat, forcing you to look down where you two were connected.

“you see that? you see how perfectly you take my cock? this pussy was made for me.” the praise with added stimulation on your clit was all you needed before you were cumming around him, your back arching off the seat as your thighs shook violently. “fuck!” you gasped, your head pounding from holding your breath. by the look on rafe’s face and his sloppy thrusts, you knew he was right behind you when it came to finishing. “want you to cum inside me,” you felt feral as you kissed him, your legs locking around his waist. “yeah? want me to fill you up?” you hummed, moving against him faster. rafe cursed, burying his face in your neck as he let out the loudest groan yet.

the best feeling besides rafe making you cum, was his hot cum shooting inside of you, the thick ropes painting your walls as your nails dug into his skin. “o-oh, fuck,” he stuttered, his hips coming to a stop while he panted above you. your eyes could barely open as you looked up at rafe, both of you wearing a fucked out expression. “you okay?” he licked his lips, leaving a kiss on your forehead as he pulled out. “yes,” your legs fell from his upper half, feeling absolutely spent. he collapsed on top of you, his head resting on your chest as you massaged his scalp. “y/n?” rafe’s voice was hoarse as he spoke, “we won’t end up like our parents, we’ll both leave figure eight. together.” you smiled, nodding even though he couldn’t see you.

“i hope so.”

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

pairing: toxic!rafe x toxic!fem!reader

summary: ❝but you don’t go cause truly there’s nobody for you but me.❞ — not only did rafe catch you in a lie, he also saw jj making moves on you, and you allowing it to happen.

warnings: dark themes, crying, manipulation, slight stalking, physical and emotional abuse (from both rafe & reader), taunting, cussing, slight jj x reader (nothing serious), rafe hits you with his belt, unprotected sex, mild slut shaming, rough kissing, slapping, hair pulling, choking, baby trapping threats, soft aftercare

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is part one of my new ‘honeymoon’ series, inspired by songs off of lana del rey’s ‘honeymoon’ album. each parts are oneshots, and could be read individually, since there is no correlation between any of them <3 i hope you enjoyed 🤍 series masterlist

“is it wrong of me to enjoy seeing you like this?” you looked up from your hands, your vision blurry as rafe looked down at you, a sadistic grin on his face. you had a pounding headache from how hard you were crying, your knees aching from kneeling on the hardwood floor. “i said i was sorry! please let me get up.” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. rafe grabbed your chin, pulling you up so your face was aligned with his. “sorry? you didn’t look sorry when i saw jj fucking maybank feeling you up while you thought i wasn’t watching, while you thought i wasn’t there.” you shivered at his words.

rafe had followed you and your friends to a party at the boneyard, when you originally told him you were just going to go out for dinner. jj had been sweet talking you most of the night, begging you for ‘just one kiss’, his words. you were strongly against it until he pulled you off to the side, telling you how good you looked in your little red dress, being the flirt that he is. he was only two years younger than you, but in his eyes you were like a hot cougar. you met rafe’s glare, your skin burning beneath his touch.

“maybe i wouldn’t have let him if you were nicer to me,” at this, the man in front of you only smiled wider, “maybe you should tell me how pretty i look. tell me my hair looks nice, tell me that you like my makeup, appreciate me more.” your voice shook with each word, his grip unforgiving. you knew you were playing a dangerous game right now, the look on his face making your stomach turn. “you’re such a fucking slut.” he pushed you away, making you fall back with a thud. you stayed on the floor, feeling small and powerless all at the same time. you couldn’t help the laugh falling from your lips, the irony of the situation just comical at this point.

your small laughs turned into full on hysterics when you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the nearby mirror. rafe pulled you up, grabbing you by the neck as he backed you up into the wall, the back of your head hitting the hard surface. “you think this is funny? i’m so glad that being an attention whore is so entertaining to you.” you blinked slowly. “i’m sorry,” you sighed, “i don’t know what’s more pathetic; the fact that you’re so insecure that you had to follow me and my friends to a party, or the fact that you’re jealous of a fucking pogue.” you started laughing again, shaking your head as rafe picked you up, throwing you on his bed.

“you don’t scare me,” rafe attempted to hover over you, but you stopped him with your foot, “you don’t think i knew you’d follow me?” you arched a brow, eyes flickering to his now confused ones. “i saw you talking to ‘top. probably asking him to keep an eye on me, right?” you crossed your arms, your voice dropping down to a whisper. “topper is pretty cute, don’t you think?” rafe snapped, yanking your ankle so he could pin you down by the edge of the bed. you smiled at him as he started unbuckling his belt, his lips crashing down on yours. it was hard, rough, with his teeth scraping your bottom lip, but sweet and gentle when he ran his tongue against the spots he bit.

“you need me to validate your feelings because you feel worthless if i don’t tell you you’re pretty? what a fucking joke,” he got his belt off, the leather cracking against the side of your thigh. you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could feel his erection against your cunt. “i don’t need your validation, i just want it,” he hissed when you tugged on his hair, the pain shooting straight to his already hard cock. rafe took your dress off, his hands roaming your body as you practically buzzed underneath him. “i’m gonna fuck you like i hate you.” with a slap to your cheek, you moaned as he pushed himself inside of you, your nails raking down his toned chest.

you could never get used to the size of him, the stretch feeling like your first time together all those months ago. rafe knew this, his eyes going soft as he filled you inch by inch, his fingers stroking your hair as you looked up at him with those glossy, desperate, doe eyes of yours. “you okay?” he trailed soft kisses along your jaw as you nodded. “ah, fuck, yes.” letting out a shaky breath, rafe looked down at your pretty face, “that’s too bad. we’re not doing none of that soft shit tonight.” you didn’t even get the chance to think straight before he pulled out and slammed back into you, a cry sounding out through his room.

rafe knew this was heaven to you. the choking, the biting, the crying. you were twisted just like him, that’s what he loved most about you. wrapping your legs around his waist, rafe pounded into you as you took each thrust of his hips. “could jj make you feel the way you do right now? the poor kid wouldn’t even know how to handle all of this.” he delivered a slap to each of your tits, your pussy fluttering around his cock. “i wonder if he knows what kind of girl you are,” you couldn’t formulate any words with his tip hitting your g-spot.

“you really think that little fucker would have it in him to choke you and pull your hair while you’re cumming?” your back arched off the sheets as rafe started rubbing your clit harshly. “please.” you knew rafe would ignore any and all of your requests when you were beneath him, it was your shared rules. he laughed, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. “i could cum inside you right now and ruin your life, you know that?” you met his gaze. “missing your birth control lately?” your heart dropped, rafe seeing the exact moment you realized he took your pills.

he laughed, but the smile fell from his face when he saw your eyes darken and your legs wrapped tighter around his sides. “you fucking slut, you’d want that wouldn’t you? want me to fill up this cunt and give you a baby?” you bit his palm, his hand flying away from your face. “yes,” you breathed, “because i could ruin yours too.” you met his gaze, both of you sharing admiration for the crazy things that just came out of both of your mouths. “fuck, i love you.” he kissed you once more, still fucking you like there was no tomorrow. “i love you, too.” your eyes rolled back as the band in your stomach snapped, your legs shaking uncontrollably as rafe took you to euphoria, his own orgasm hitting him as you clenched around his cock. “f-fuck, you’re just swallowing me whole.” his head fell on your shoulder, both of you a panting mess.

“t-too much,” you gasped, pushing against his chest. for the first time tonight, rafe listened to you, pulling out with a hiss. he fell to your side, scooping you up in his arms afterwards. you laid in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair as he watched you with lazy eyes. “we’re unhinged.” his chest rumbled as he spoke. you pecked his lips, looking up at him adoringly. “yes, we are.”

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

warnings: best friend’s brother, manipulation, slight angst, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, slapping, slight praise, sarah is so fake tbh

word count: 1.3k

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb but i got a little carried away lmao. all note’s and reblogs mean the world to me <3 mini series masterlist can be found here

“fuck, all i could think about was tasting this pretty pussy again.” rafe draped his arm over you, his hand pressing down onto your stomach. you mewled at his words, your hand coming down to intertwine with his. “ah, fuck.” you whimpered, your back arching off the soft sheets. rafe’s grip on your thigh was bruising, his fingertips digging into your skin as he continuously pushed you towards the edge of euphoria. “look at me.” he delivered a slap to your cunt, the stinging sensation making you jump in his hold.

glancing down at him like he requested, you watched as he inserted two fingers into you, your eyes nearly rolling back in your head at the delicious stretch of his digits. “you see how good you take my fingers? huh, pretty girl, you see that?” you moaned as he brought his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking off your juices. “i can’t be loud, rafe.” you sucked in a breath when he slapped you once more. “why? because sarah’s downstairs?” he laughed, snaking his way up your body. “because she’d have a bitch fit if she caught you fucking her brother?” he taunted, forcing your thighs open.

without warning, he slid into you, your hand flying to cover your mouth. rafe’s head fell on your shoulder, his noises shooting straight to your core. “holy fuck, y/n.” he started moving slow, your moans muffled by the palm you still had against your lips. rafe looked up, his eyes darkening as he picked up the pace, knowing it’d be impossible for you to keep quiet. finally you moved your hand, gasping for air as rafe hooked both of your legs on top of his shoulders. just when you thought he couldn’t get any deeper, he put you in this position and now you were sure you were seeing stars.

“i can’t!-” you cried when rafe began rubbing tight circles on your clit, his abs flexing with every thrust. “you’re gonna fucking take what i give you.” he grunted, meeting your teary gaze. there was nothing that satisfied rafe more than seeing you all fucked out because of him. your hooded eyes, swollen lips, flushed cheeks, in his opinion you looked the prettiest when he made a mess out of you. “r-rafe,” your thighs started trembling, both of your movements stuttering as you neared your sweet release. you watched as rafe’s adam’s apple bobbed, his eyebrows knitting when he threw his head back.

“cum with me.” he leaned down, taking your lips in a searing kiss as you both tipped over the edge. losing all sense of awareness, your nails dug into his arm as you let out a sound that was between a wail and scream. rafe held you tighter as you felt the warmth of his cum fill you up, his breaths turning into pants as you clenched around him. “you’re so fucking perfect.” he whispered into your neck, your heart pounding in your ears. with a final kiss, he pulled out, collapsing on top of you as your eyes fluttered shut. “fuck.” rafe rolled over, pulling you into his arms.

you wanted nothing more than to stay in rafe’s room, in his bed, smelling his cologne, and falling asleep in your post orgasm bliss, but with sarah waiting for you downstairs you knew you’d have to get up soon. “stay.” you could always leave it to rafe to somehow know what was running through your mind. “i can’t rafe, you know that.” you attempted to move, but rafe didn’t budge, his arms locking you in the way they usually did when you’d tell him you had to leave. “god knows what sarah heard,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, your reailty setting back in.

“she didn’t hear shit, that tv is loud as fuck.” rafe let go of you, the cool air engulfing you instead. “i’m sorry.” you got up, pulling on your underwear, and grabbing your sweatshirt from the corner of the room. rafe watched you get dressed, shaking his head as you did so. “she’s such a shitty friend to you, i don’t know why you care so much.” rafe was mad, you knew that. “she’s my best friend.” you turned, both of you glaring at each other now. “your best friend?” he scoffed, tossing the covers and getting dressed himself. “the same best friend that uses you as a cover up so she can go hang out with pogues instead?” rafe knew he struck a chord when you blinked away tears.

“what kind of ‘best friend’ ditches you on your birthday just to go hang out at some shithole house and do nothing?” rafe kneeled in front of you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “you’re too good to be her friend,” he kissed you, “fuck her.” rafe wiped your damp cheeks. before you can say anything, sarah yelled. “y/n! pizza’s here!” you and rafe looked at each other, his shoulders falling in defeat when you pushed him away. “i better go.” you quickly ran your fingers through your hair, stealing a glance of yourself in rafe’s mirror. you hated yourself in this moment, knowing rafe was watching you leave him, again.

“what took you so long, you alright?” sarah didn’t look up from her phone, rafe’s words repeating themselves in your head. “yeah, yeah, just had to answer my moms call,” you lied, taking a seat on the couch. sarah paused the movie just in time for you to hear rafe’s door shut from upstairs. “hey, so i was gonna ask you something.” sarah turned towards you. your eyes traveled to rafe, who was already staring you down as he took out two plates from the cabinet. “my dad is literally so annoying, he updated the security system because wheezie snitched me out, but since him, rose, and wheezie are gone, i was thinking maybe you could watch the house for me… like overnight?” and there it was. the entire reason why she asked you to come over in the first place, not because you’re her best friend and she wanted to have a movie night like y’all used too, but because she needed you to cover her ass again.

there was a loud crash in the kitchen, both you and sarah jumping at the noise, “my hand slipped.” rafe looked pissed. you and him both knew the plate crashing on the floor wasn’t an accident. “anyways,” sarah rolled her eyes, “do you think you can do that for me?” she grabbed your shoulders. “pleaseeeee,” you could feel the burn of rafe’s gaze on the side of your face. “uhm.. yeah, okay sure.” you felt so stupid right now. “thank you!” she shot up from the sofa, swinging a backpack over her shoulder as she made her way to the back door. “if my dad calls asking about the back door opening, just tell him we were in the pool.” she waved, running outside.

you stood there, staring at nothing while your ears rung. she knew you were gonna say yes, for fuck’s sake, she already had a bag packed. rafe closed the door, moving the giant curtain to conceal you both. instead of saying ‘i told you so.’ he took you in his embrace, your arms wrapping around him like it was muscle memory. “don’t even be upset.” his hands massaged your lower back. you took in his familiar scent, shaking your head. “i don’t care anymore.” you kissed him, allowing him to lead you to the kitchen island where the pizza was. “you know, i grabbed two plates for a reason.” you accepted the plate with two slices on it. “i knew she was gonna leave, and i knew she was gonna leave us two alone for the night.” he pulled you against him, his erection digging into your back.

“how about round two? and this time you can be as loud as you want?”