Rafecameroninterlude - ⊹࣪ ˖ Feels Like Sugar In Me ˖࣪ ⊹

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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.

warnings: addiction, mentions of drugs, domestic violence, recovery, so much angsttt

word count: 1.4k

a/n: i let my best friend read this and she told me i needed to make a second part where rafe and y/n run into each other and now it has me thinking lol. would y’all want that? let me know in the comments or ask box <3 series masterlist

“what the fuck did you do with my shit!” you followed rafe into his bedroom, tears streaming down your face as you watched him flip the mattress over. your heart ached at the sight of the man in front of you. “rafe..” you shook your head. the man you once knew was so far gone, you couldn’t wrap your head around it. “y/n, i’m not gonna ask you again.” he looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot as he grinded his jaw. terror flooded through you at being in this position once again. “i-” you sucked in a breath when he stalked towards you, his eyes narrowing, “i-” he took your arm, pushing you against the wall. “i flushed everything. every last bit of it. it’s gone, rafe.” he blinked at you, his expression blank.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” his grip tightened, the pain shooting up to your shoulder. “you’re hurting me,” your voice was small as the tears started falling again, rafe unfazed by your obvious discomfort. “what do you mean you flushed everything?” he let go with a push, running his hands through his hair as he jogged to the bathroom, looking down at the toilet bowl as if his coke would be there waiting for him. he stared down wildy, your blood running cold when he slowly turned his head in your direction. “you said you were going to stop!” you sobbed, falling to the floor as you recounted walking in on him doing a line before he tried to gaslight you into thinking you didn’t know what you saw.

he walked over, squatting down as he took your chin inbetween his fingers. “look at me,” your eyes softened at his gentle tone, the feeling of pure horror returning when he smiled. “i could kill you right now.” in a flash, his fingers went from your chin to wrapping around your throat, yanking you up with him. you thrashed against him, your hands flying over his own in hopes he’d let go. “you wanna throw out my stuff? fine. i’ll throw you out then.” he dragged you to the front door, pushing you outside before slamming it shut. you lost your footing, your knees and the ball of your hands scraping against the pavement. you hissed, your white dress adorning new dirt stains. physical pain couldn’t compare to the emotional pain you felt right now.

you stared at nothing, having moved yourself from the concrete to the grass. you couldn’t even think of any words to describe what you were feeling at the moment. empty, defeat, sorrow, grief. how is it that you were grieving someone who was still alive? you sat for a long time, just listening to the birds chirp as the sun began setting over the horizon. while the outside was beautiful and lush with green from spring, there was a storm raging inside rafe’s home that you couldn’t even begin to fathom. you thought about things, and reflected over your relationship with rafe for the past four years of your life, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that the bad outweighed the good anymore.

on sore legs, you tried opening the front door, and much to your dismay it was locked. making your way around the house, the back door opened with ease as you slipped in silently. you took a look around, your heart twisting in your chest. all the furniture was flipped over, shards of glass from shattered decor and picture frames covered the floor, even the tv was knocked on its side. you managed to walk around the mess, keeping an ear out for rafe just in case he tried to come at you again. it was eerily quiet but you made your way upstairs nonetheless. you walked past the bathroom, freezing as you noticed rafe lying on the floor.

you peeked in, examining the unconscious man. his knuckles were bloodied, along with a few cuts on his arm that you assumed came from punching stuff like a maniac. soft snores echoed through the air as you felt an overwhelming sense of flight. it was now or never. you needed to leave from here, from him, and never look back. you didn’t care about anything that couldn’t fit in a backpack, quickly packing enough clothes to last you for a few days. you were going to explain everything to your parents as soon as you got the chance, but right now your main focus was getting to the mainland before rafe could wake up. you threw your hair up in a clip as you speed walked down the hallway, not even bothering to look at rafe one last time.

as soon as you made it out the door, you ran like your life depended on it, and in a way you assumed it did. you ran until your lungs burned with each intake of breath. you glanced down at the time on your phone. 8:45 PM, the exact time of the last ferry for the day. you took a deep breath, stepping on as you handed the guy at the front ten dollars. you spent the ten minutes it took to get to the mainland silently crying, fighting the urge to go back to rafe.

two years later…

“damn! that was really close!” topper watched the golf ball fly in the air, landing by the hole. “move over, watch how it’s done.” rafe laughed, ultimately not making the goal. they had been at the golf course for about an hour now. “hey man guess who’s coming back to figure eight.” rafe shrugged, taking a sip from his water bottle. normally no one ever left figure eight, except for..

“y/n. my sister told me a few days ago that her parents gave her their estate as a wedding gift. crazy right?” rafe paused not knowing what to take in first. the fact that you’re coming back, or that the words ‘wedding gift’ just left topper’s mouth. he stayed quiet, pondering over what he just heard. “y/n’s married?” apart of rafe was hurt at the revelation, but he knew he didn’t have the right to feel anything towards you. except guilt for everything he put you through.

“yeah, my sister went to her wedding like a month ago..” topper examined rafe’s reaction, “i’m sorry i shouldn’t be telling you this, i know you two used to be serious.” he took off his cap, wiping the sweat from his forehead. rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. “nah, it’s alright. i don’t think she knows i’m still here. i gave my dad hell so i’m pretty sure the last thing she, let alone anybody else, would expect is that tanneyhill is mine now.” he sighed, his golf club long forgotten in the dirt. “we’re bound to run into each other at some point.” flashbacks of you two ran through his mind, nothing but shame and anguish flooding his senses.

“i gotta go ‘top, i’ll catch up with you later, yeah?” rafe booked it across the golf course, ignoring the concerned shouts from his friend. for the next few days, rafe felt on edge as old urges started to pick at him, his frustration only growing as he fought with the idea to pass by your place. he wasn’t going to disturb your peace or talk to you or anything, he just wanted a glimpse of you. ‘fuck it.’ rafe grabbed his truck keys, knowing he was going to regret this later.

your parents, now your house, was only a few blocks away from tanneyhill. rafe didn’t fully pull onto the street, instead he parked at the corner, your house in clear view. there was a small moving truck outside, a man with black hair carrying a box inside. he didn’t have a work uniform on. rafe’s suspensions were confirmed when the same man walked out, you following behind him with that same pretty smile on your face. as if moving in slow motion, rafe watched as your husband picked you up, his heart twisting at the sight of you two sharing a kiss.

sure enough, your boulder of a ring caught rafe’s eye, the diamond sparkling underneath the afternoon sun. tears welled up in his eyes at how happy you were. your hair was longer, cheeks fuller, you were still the epitome of beauty. he beat himself up the entire time you were gone, and he was probably going to forever hate himself for the way he treated you. blinking away the tears, he made his way back home, the house feeling even more emptier than usual.

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₊˚⊹˚ 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.”

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

summary: rafe surprises you on your birthday

warnings: best friends brother, sarah being the worst friend ever (what else is new?), crying, firting over the phone, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex

word count: 2.8k

a/n: i’ve seen your comments and ik y’all want reader to stick up for herself against sarah, so don’t worry that’s in the works!! i’ve been feeling a little sick but i’m going to try to keep up with requests as best as i can <3 mini series masterlist can be found here

“is everything okay?” ignoring the fact that sarah just cancelled your plans, on your birthday, you refused to hang up the phone without getting a conversation that lasted less than two minutes. “w-what do you mean?” you heard the faint sound of someone laughing in the background, a door shutting loudly on the other line. “you’ve never missed any of my birthdays, and tonight you cancel after reassuring me all week that you’d see me? not to mention two weeks ago when we were supposed to go on the druthers, you said you’d be back home later, but you never showed.” you hated how you sounded like a concerned parent more than a friend, but right now you just wanted answers.

“everything is fine, y/n,” sarah scoffed, “i mean, seriously, i’ve just been busy, alright?” you don’t know if you should feel relieved that she’s fine, or hurt because she’s obviously not interested in talking to you right now. with ward, rose, and wheezie out of the house for the summer, there was no valid explanation as to why she goes days, sometimes weeks without being home. unless of course, rafe was right about her spending all her time on the cut. “have you been staying on the other side of the island?” you couldn’t help but ask, the question lingering in your mind since rafe mentioned it two weeks ago. “oh, my god! do i have to tell you everything? you’re worse than topper.” she hung up before you could say anything else.

what the fuck?

she’s acting as if she has never been like this before. was it a crime that you were worried about your best friend who you haven’t seen in three weeks? sarah once showed up to your house at three in the morning because you sent a crying emoji instead of a laughing one. it’s hard to think about, the person she was then, versus now. you felt your eyes stinging, your vision getting blurry as the tears threatened to overflow. god, this was pitiful. if someone told you that you’d be here, your hair and makeup done for the gods, holding back tears because of sarah, you wouldn’t believe them. the amount of things that have changed this past month was starting to crash down on you at once.

with sarah gone, and your parents away for their anniversary trip, the last thing you wanted to do was wander in a party by yourself. ultimately deciding to stay in for the night, you laid out your pajamas, about to unzip your dress before your phone rang. unknown caller. “hello?” there was a few beats of silence, “y/n?” your heart fluttered instantly. “hey, rafe.” you sniffled, trying to clear any indication that you’ve been keeping yourself from crying. “what are you doing tonight?” his voice turned rough. “i was just about to get in my pajamas.. why?” he cleared his throat, a small seed of hope burying itself in your chest. “let’s go to mine. i have something for you.” as if you couldn’t smile any harder, you could count on rafe to beat the odds. “what if i said no?” you teased, knowing you could never say that to him.

“then i’d have to go home to an empty house and no birthday girl to give birthday dick to.” you sighed dreamily, eyes glancing up at your ceiling. “aren’t you the gentlemen?” you got up, thankful to see that none of your makeup smudged. “so where are you right now?” you reapplied your lip gloss, running a brush through your hair for the final time. “outside your house.” you paused. “are you really?” you peeked outside your window, a black truck sitting out front. “i’ll be right out.” you hung up, screaming excitedly, grabbing your purse before making your way outside. rafe met you half way, picking you up and putting you in the passenger seat.

“you’re telling me you were about to change out of this?” his hands rested on your hips, your head leaning against the seat. “yeah, but i rather you take it off of me instead.” he smiled, pulling you into a kiss. “i rather do that too.” he shut the door, the car ride back to his house consisting of him making you laugh. “why’s it so dark in here?” rafe lead you upstairs, skipping past his room. “where are we going..” you stopped in your tracks. “ward’s room?” you shook your head, feeling like you were trespassing in some weird way. “don’t worry, keep walking.” he opened the doors to the balcony, the breath being sucked right out of your lungs.

a small cake with pink frosting and the number twenty in gold accents sat in a little box on top of the table, a vase full of your favorite flowers right next to it. “how..” you turned around, rafe rubbing his hands against his jeans. “i knew it was your birthday today, which explains the cake, and i may or may not have stalked your instagram highlights for any flowers i could find.” you blinked, throwing yourself in his arms. “this means so much to me, rafe. thank you.” you let out a shaky breath, your emotions getting the best of you once he pulled back to cup your face. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he sat you down, his eyes flickering between yours. “i just wasn’t expecting any of this, i’m just really grateful that’s all.” you smiled.

rafe nodded, pulling a small gift bag from under the table. “i really want to see you open this.” he placed the bag in your lap, giving you a reassuring nod when you looked at him. with shaky hands, you removed the pink tissue paper, a velvet box revealing itself at the bottom. rafe adjusted in his seat, his eyes frantically moving between you and the gift. “rafe..” you opened the box, immediately being met with probably the best gift you’ve ever received. “i’ve heard you talk about this a lot, so i figured why not?” he shrugged, “do you like it?” he watched you pick up the silver bookmark, the words ‘pretty girl’ imprinted in cursive lettering on the back.

“i love it..” you truly had no other words. placing it gently inside the box, you got up, rafe pulling you on top of him, both of you smiling into a kiss. how did he know how to do this? make you feel special and wanted and appreciated all at the same time? you deepened the kiss, his hand squeezing your thigh. “should we cut the cake?” you hummed, shaking your head, “let’s save it for after.” rafe pulled away. “after what?” his hand snaked around your neck, “after you give me birthday dick, your words.” you yelped when he suddenly yanked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you inside. “can i confess something?” he walked through the dark hallway, basically kicking open his room door.

you nodded, leaving a trail of kisses across his neck. once he laid you down, he took off his flannel, his biceps flexing under the small light emitting from his bathroom. “i’ve been reduced to fucking my hand every night since we had sex on the druthers. “all i could think about these past couple of weeks is how perfect you look under and on top of me,” he spoke quietly, “have you been thinking about it too?” his shirt was next to go, and the harder it was to resist from moaning at the sight of him. “yes,” you sat up, pulling him down to sit at the edge of his bed, “..that night replays in my head everyday.” settling between his legs, your fingers worked at getting his belt off.

“but the thought occurred to me one night;” you slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans, “you’ve tasted me already, but i haven’t tasted you.” as if on cue, you placed his belt next to him, using his knees to anchor yourself back on your feet. he groaned, watching as you moved your hair to the side. “take my dress off?” you turned around, unknowingly facing the mirror on his wall. without hesitation, he unzipped your dress, his eyes growing dark as he looked at your shared reflection. “nothing underneath?” this was a bold move for you, so you were more than happy to see how much he liked the idea of you walking around, ready for him to take you at anytime.

“nope, just wanted to save you the time.” you smiled, his hands cupping your tits, a soft gasp escaping from your lips. “we have all the time in the world.” he gently bit the skin of your neck, spinning you around. he pulled you down with him, your hips straddling his as you unbottoned his jeans. “i like your makeup,” rafe’s rubbed his palms on your thighs, “such a shame it’s gonna get ruined.” you smiled, rafe sitting up to kiss you roughly. kneeling on the floor, rafe held your hair back as you looked up at him, palming his cock through his briefs. “you gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he grunted, your eyes fluttering, “mhmm.” you hummed, rafe extending his hand out in front of your mouth.

“spit, baby.” he commanded. doing as he said, you laid your head on his lap, watching as he started stroking himself, both of you gazing at eachother with heated stares. “please, rafe.” he moaned, his head lolling to the side. he was still tugging on your hair, the stinging sensation shooting down your spine. he stood up, discarding the last article of clothing keeping you from being fucked into oblivion. you opened your mouth for him, a string of curse words tumbling out as his tip met your tongue. “oh, fuck,” be gritted his teeth. you straightened up, making sure to keep your eyes on his, a moan rumbling in your throat as he pushed further.

rafe licked his lips, his chest rising and falling as you started bobbing your head. if you had to be on your knees just to see the way he fell apart with your mouth alone, you’d do it all night if he asked you to. your eyes started to water, rafe smiling at the sight. “tap me if you need to.” he pulled out, thrusting back in once you nodded. fuck. your hands flew out, holding the back of his knees as he tugged at your hair, hard. “you’re taking it so fucking good,” his muscles constricted, your pussy clenching around nothing. the only word you could think of to describe the noises in this room was obscene.

heavy breathing, gasping and moaning, even an occasional whimper when you swallowed around his cock. “y/n-” he shook his head, his eyes rolling back just as you patted his leg. rafe stopped all movements, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop. “i don’t want you to cum yet,” you stood up, your knees beet red as he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. “yeah? want me to fill you up instead?” his words went straight to your core, a single tear drop rolling down your cheek. “yes.” your voice was hoarse as he laid you down, your arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him.

rafe teased your entrance before sliding between your folds, his cock rubbing against your clit. you shivered at the contact, your hips chasing his in order to get more friction. “it’s going to be hard to stop doing this, you know,” rafe looked down at you. “i wouldn’t care about sarah’s opinion on this, and i don’t think you should either.” he stared at you intensely as you pondered over his words. “you wouldn’t care about her opinion on us having sex? or..” your heart was racing, hoping he’d pick up on what you were insinuating. “well, that too, but i mean something more, more than us just sneaking around.” you met his eyes, a small smile gracing your lips.

“are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” rafe laughed. “no- well, yes, but not formally yet, i want to do that the right way, not when you’re under me waiting for me to fuck you.” you bit your lip, nodding your head. you could never get used to how good his body felt on top of yours, your toes curling as he pinned down your thighs. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he kissed your temple, “this pussy was made for me.” rafe slammed into you once you settled into his sheets, a strangled cry ripping itself from your throat. it didn’t help that rafe was already filling you to the hilt, but watching his mouth fall open, and his eyebrows knit together was just as rewarding.

any concept of time was lost when you were with him, but you knew you didn’t want this to end. you loved how intimate rafe was, swallowing your moans with every kiss, massaging your thighs when he would thrust into you particularly hard, he was so good at this, you couldn’t even think straight by the time you were teetering the edge of pure bliss. “rafe, don’t stop.” you held onto his frame, his fingers circling your clit as you felt the pit of your stomach drop. “o-oh, my god,” you shook in his hold. “rafe!” you gasped. “i know,” he moaned, “fucking hell, i know.” his hips stuttered as he cummed, his eyes screwing shut while he emptied himself inside of you.

he took your lips, still thrusting slowly as he steadied you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. eventually he came to a stop, both of you laying under the sheets. “did you mean what you said earlier?” you rolled over, facing rafe as he sighed sleepily. “about being something more? yes.” you smiled as rafe took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “should we go for that cake?” you asked. “that sounds so good right now.” both of you got up, sharing the sheets as cover, about to leave the room until your phone started ringing. rafe was quick to pick it up from the floor, his jaw ticking as he looked at the screen.

“who is it?” you reached out, rafe blocking your attempt to grab your phone. “it’s sarah.” he declined the call, tossing your phone on the bed behind him. “come on, let’s go get that cake.” he ushered you towards the door before you stopped him. “it’s nearly three in the morning, rafe. she could be in trouble.” he stared at you for a moment, sighing as he nodded his head. “alright.” he stepped away. you pressed sarah’s contact, putting the call on speaker. she picked up after the third ring. “y/n?” you knew that voice. after fourteen years of being best friends, you knew when she was crying, even when she wasn’t in front of you.

“what’s wrong sarah, are you okay?” you stole a glance at rafe, ignoring the roll of his eyes. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry y/n. i haven’t been a good friend, and i’ve been keeping so much from you, my family… topper, i can’t handle all the lies anymore.” you felt yourself growing with empathy, rafe taking hold of your arm. “don’t fall for that shit!” he whispered. “i didn’t even tell you happy birthday!” sarah sobbed, “please let me make this up to you.” you don’t know why, but you looked up at rafe, who was shaking his head. taking a deep breath, you racked your brain for what you should do.

the fact that you had sarah on the phone, while standing in rafe’s room, naked at that, you felt like you were betraying one of them with either answer you gave. if you told sarah yes, then it would be like a slap to the face for rafe, but if you told sarah no, you’d be throwing away a friendship that grew into a sisterhood over the years. “we could have a movie night. for old times sake.” she sniffled, your own tears starting to well in your eyes. “y/n.” rafe stroked your hair. this wasn’t easy, at all. “okay.” you regretted it as soon as you said it, rafe’s hand falling to his side. “okay, that sounds good.” it pained you to see the way rafe was looking at you right now.

“friday at eight?” you gave her a quick ‘yes, i’ll see you.’ hanging up shortly afterwards. “rafe-” he slipped into some shorts, walking out of the room without a word. there was no winning in this situation. you plopped down on the bed, still wrapped in rafe’s sheets as you sat in silence. after about five minutes, rafe walked in with two plates of cake. he handed you one, sitting down next to you. “i won’t hold it against you,” he spoke up, “i just wish you could see what she’s doing.” you licked some frosting off of your finger. “i’m sorry.” you leaned your head on his shoulder. rafe hummed, “don’t be. i’ll let you find out by yourself, and i’ll be here with an extra plate for you when you do.” he rubbed your thigh.

you laughed to yourself. “thank you.”

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?”