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rafe and his north face jacket. thats it. thats the post. like if you agree.

another absolute banger no one and i mean no one does mean sexy rafe better like the absolute audacity of him and the way she keeps going back for more like HANG THIS UP IN THE LOUVRE RN

cover-up (rafe cameron x reader)

parts 1 2 3

content: nsfw 18+, moments of dub-con, fem reader, oral (m receiving), degradation, boot/shoe riding, objectification

word count: 4.8k

summary: You and Rafe's arguments are becoming a pattern. This time, you vow to deal with the aftermath together.

Part of you wants to launch into a rabid attack. You’d just made the point that Rafe Cameron was a fundamentally selfish man, something that he had consistently proven across the only day you had been connected to each other in a meaningful way.

But he’s not wrong—he did nearly make you cum once. Physically, he was heaven, he was strong with a cock that almost justified his ego. Mentally, Rafe was nothing short of a fucking trip. Pushing you to fuck for your friend’s drugs, constantly chastising you for wanting the ‘boyfriend experience’. Something you’d never asked for, your only want of him being basic respect, which you didn’t think needed a display of commitment to unlock.

Though it wasn’t like you’d been perfect today. Rafe gave you several opportunities to walk away, and sometimes you did! But he came crawling back every time. You could only keep your instincts at bay for so long.

Everyone else was letting loose inside, and you’d bottled your messy feelings up, not having the time to bother with them even when you'd been alone. Would it be such a crime if you took Rafe up on his offer for that one orgasm?

“You want me to convince you to make me cum? After we’ve just had that fucking conversation about how selfish you are?”

Rafe snickers. “How selfish I am? Jesus fucking Christ.” He throws his head back. “Did I or did I not give you coke for your troubles, as bad as sleeping with me apparently was?”

“You overcharged.”

You’re almost standing on top of each other.

“What, you know the market rate of cocaine? Shit, I really shouldn’t have told you my tips and tricks then, hey.”

“You literally told me that none of my friends ever fucked for drugs.”

“You fucked for extras.”

“None of my friends ever flashed you for drugs.”

Rafe sighs. “Different circumstances, princess. Needed to trust you.”

“Like you can trust any of them more.”

“You’re a new client, princess, it's nothing personal. I was doing the smart thing.”

“You’ve never done a smart fucking thing in your life.” Your lips twitch and Rafe’s smile sits proud.

“What did you actually want me to do?” You stare into Rafe’s eyes. “Beg for the opportunity for Rafe Cameron to make me cum? Showing me off to all your stuck-up friends, bragging about how you can what, make me scream over this party’s shitty music?”

“That would be a good start.”

Your smile’s sadistic. “I’m not going to do that.” You step back. “You can ask for me.”

“Ask for you?”

He’s pushed you over the edge. “Fucking beg for me, Rafe. I want the party to know you delayed whatever deals you had earlier because my pussy was too good to pass up.”

He’s shell-shocked for a minute before letting out a laugh.

“You’re joking. If you actually think I’m going to beg for you…”

You shrug, walking backwards towards the door.

His voice grows louder. “Are you fucking serious?”

You don’t break your stride, so Rafe storms after you.

“Bullshit if you think you’re getting away like that.”

His hands grip your hips, pulling you back before the clear panel of the door reveals how your interaction is going to the group. Rafe stands against the wall, and your back is pressed into his chest.

“You have a hell of a fucking attitude.”

Your head turns back. “That’s what you’re supposed to fuck out of me, right?”

Rafe swallows. “I’d do anything to get that fucking attitude out of you. Mouthiest slut I’ve ever had to deal with.”

“Beg and I’ll shut up.”

You go to turn around, but his grip stops you. “I’m not fucking begging.”

“That’s too bad. There’s no more drugs you can convince me to fuck for. I mean, I’m pretty much sober tonight, and it really hasn't been worth the effort.”

Rafe fumes behind you. “What, Rafe, got nothing to say? Nothing to use against me? No blackmail?”

His hold tightens, and you know you’re pushing buttons. “I would’ve filmed you breaking again and again for my cock—“

“But I felt too good for you to remember?”

“You’re too much of a slut for that blackmail to be worth the hassle.”

Your argument is at breaking point, and you’re now hovering at the point of no return with a big decision to make.

“Rafe… are you gonna make me cum, or what?”

“I don’t know. I do and you have to drop the ‘Rafe gave me free drugs, I’m such a fucking victim’ angle. Plus, you lose that bullshit Rafe couldn’t make me finish line too.”

You roll your eyes and force your way out of his grip.

“Wait!"

“You should’ve made up your mind, Cameron.”

You’re a little proud when you walk in view of the door, clearly not having succumbed to Rafe.

“Get the fuck back over here. I know what I want.”

“Oh, yay. Well if you know what you want, let me just get on my knees and help you out.”

Rafe smugly smiles. “Look at you, princess. When I want you on your best behaviour, you’ll do anything, yeah? Jump.”

You ignore his stupid comment. Rafe swivels his head towards the door, letting his eye contact with the group linger. “And here, too.”

Rafe’s hand stretches over your jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks. “You want to get on my knees, suck my cock with everyone watching?”

You push his arm back down. “No. I want to make you cum, and walk away knowing I didn’t let you do anything to me.”

You refuse to look inside as you direct Rafe back to the wall. You briefly wonder how he always gets what he wants before sinking to your knees.

“All confident getting my cock in your mouth. It’s borderline inspirational.”

It’s best if you don’t listen. You pull down his layers, his cock proudly springing out with no fear of being in someone’s backyard.

“I bet you’ve missed it. Bet your cunt’s been craving this all night, princess.”

“What, your dick in my mouth?” You kiss the tip. “This is strategic.”

You employ your tongue, refusing to suck his length into your mouth. “Real fucking strategic, being a slut at someone else’s house party.”

You continue with the mild pleasure you’re extending Rafe’s way, enough to feel good but barely enough to feel like anything.

A lick from the base of his cock up pushes him to speak. “Can you use your mouth?”

“I don’t know. Can you say please?”

His jaw tenses. “Don’t fucking pull this shit. You’ve got your tongue on my cock, there’s nothing stopping you from going further.”

“Other than your horrific temperament.”

“Alright, you’ve played this game long enough.”

You’re in prime position for Rafe’s hands to grab onto each side of your head, sliding your mouth onto his cock.

You gurgle at the intrusion, staring up at Rafe with wide eyes.

“Oh, that’s more fucking like it, bitch.” ‘Princess’ was excruciatingly infantilising, but you want to bite his cock at his new degradation.

“Throat’s so fucking warm. You talk and talk, argue with anyone about anything, and your mouth is this nice? Princess, you really should play to your strengths better. Stick with me, and I’ll teach you. Not like the rest of those Kook dickheads, they don’t know anything.”

Your hands go to dig into his thighs, but he forces his cock so deep in your throat you can barely take it and the attack is quickly halted.

“What, princess?” One hand rests on the back of your head, the other wiping your eyes as he rocks his pelvis against your mouth. “Not getting what you need, that it? That why you’ve been such a fucking bitch all night?”

You pull off to answer, but Rafe slides in first.

“You look pretty with my pre-cum on your lips, I’ll give you that. But you’re a fucking showstopper with your throat full.”

He has you back pleasing him, and you’re whining as he uses you.

“What? Oh, yeah. You’re not getting what you need. Here.”

Nothing changes, and he keeps fucking your mouth.

Rafe smirks at your dumb-founded eyes and lack of movement. He nods down, but there’s still nothing.

“Oh, you dumb fucking bitch.” He dryly laughs. “Here.”

His foot dances between your knees, and you hope he isn’t suggesting what he is.

“You want anything, you ride it.”

You furiously stare up at Rafe, and he allows you to draw your head back.

“You’re joking.” You frown in shock. “I’m not fucking doing that.”

“You want that orgasm, you ride it.”

Your hand pumps Rafe’s cock, giving you more opportunity for conversation—not something you ever thought you’d be fighting to have with him, and definitely not in this context.

“Do you really have this little self-awareness?”

“I don’t think I’m the victim for choosing to suck cock in the back of this party.”

“When did I ever say that?”

“All your bitching and moaning says it. You really have the worst life in the whole world, did you know that, princess? I think I should talk to Ward and Rose about starting a charity for you, with how pitiful you think you are.”

“You couldn’t start your own because you’re nothing but a family name, aren’t you?”

“We’re Kooks. We’re all family names, and you should be fucking proud of that.”

“Yeah, but I don’t brag about daddy’s money like I earned it with blood, sweat and tears.”

Your head is slammed back onto his cock.

“We’ve got some sweat,” he traces a finger across your cheek, smirking when he feels his cock poking through, “and I’m sure we can get some more tears going, right, princess?”

His cock’s already as far as he’s ever gotten it. “I need you to breathe for me, princess. Through your nose.”

It’s the only order he’s given that makes sense for you to take. You shut your eyes and follow.

“Blood? I don’t know. I mean, you’re a real freaky bitch and all but it just feels too far. Wouldn’t want to mark up such a pretty thing, mess up her value.”

Rafe notices your closed eyes. “Take this as part of my multi-step process, I need to teach you how to play to your strengths. This mouth, that cunt… whatever else I haven’t seen yet.”

You approach your task with renewed vigour, determined to finish him off so you could bask in whatever pride you had left. “You liked that, huh, princess? If you want to play, be a really good girl,” he deserves a right hook for the paternalistic way he addresses you, “ride this.”

You garble around his cock, your statement of, “I’m not fucking doing that,” ultimately having no coherence.

“What was that? ‘Rafe, of course, I’m so grateful you’ve done so much for me today, let me get to that right now’?”

Your only movements are those of your upper body.

“Get the fuck down.”

He tries to force it, but he doesn’t want to sacrifice your attention on his cock.

“Okay, we'll play your way.”

You’re not sure what he considers your way, because he’s raising his foot and rubbing a leather dress shoe against your heat.

“You’re not good and that’s all you get, princess.”

You ignore the way Rafe plays with you like a doll, instead focusing on pleasing the man who so often riled you up.

“Fuck, princess, so good with that mouth, you know? Maybe I should keep you all wound up if it gets me this.” He slides his foot between your thighs. “But that wouldn’t be fair, would it? You’d whine for the rest of this eternity. This pussy’s too needy to ignore.”

You need to finish him off, and you approach the final moments with fierce intensity.

“Shit, princess. That throat’s fucking amazing. I’m gonna make you my perfect little cumslut, okay? You’re gonna take all this.”

You prepare yourself to swallow his cum as his cock pulses in your mouth.

In the heat of the moment, Rafe draws away for the first time, angling his cock down. Spurts hit your chest, with a few strings landing around your jaw.

“Rafe, oh my fucking god!”

Cum coats your top. “Why did you do that?”

“Because it makes you look all pretty.”

He gets closer, moving your jaw and hoping to angle your head away for a better look at his handiwork. You push him back.

“Rafe, I really cannot fucking stand you right now.”

You’re stuck with what to do. You can’t take it off, and even if you did, the shirt’s so skimpy his cum hit skin as well. The party’s bustling, and any bathrooms are guaranteed a line. Not even the outdoor pool is filled up. Walking into your home with this décor was out of the question, though you could do a drastic walk of shame to the nearby ocean.

The sliding door opens as you panic.

“Is everything okay, guys?”

You stand still, not facing the intruders. Rafe does the job for you, but keeps one hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Y/N’s just feeling sick, I thought I’d take her home.”

Ash asks, “were you not drinking?”

Jasper snorts. “Like that’s ever stopped us.”

“Are you right to go with Rafe?”

You intentionally move your head to only show your face, keeping your body static. You hope the mess of emotions on your face effectively pass for illness.

“Yeah. It’s all good.” Rafe’s unwarranted possessiveness was no longer enemy number one. Right now, it might even be a strength.

“Alright. Text me when you can, okay?”

And with that the two are back to giggling as they walk back inside.

“Come on.” Rafe helps you out of your awkward crouched position, and you'll accept anything to hide the evidence of what just happened.

You two stand for a moment, and Rafe waits for an accusation to launch from your mouth. But nothing does, and you follow as he walks.

—

The hip hop on Rafe's playlist is quiet in the car. One of your legs is pulled against your chest, a protective mechanism that’ll defend against nothing, and the other on the dash.

“Don’t have your leg up like that.”

You side-eye him, but follow the instruction regardless. “What, is this car too nice for me to mess up?”

He glances in the rear-view mirror. “No. If you wanted to get into the backseat, princess, I could give you what you needed. Wouldn’t even care if your cunt soaked through the seats.”

“In your dreams, Rafe.”

“And your nightmares, if the way you talk means anything.”

You give him a single, dry laugh.

“I don’t fucking get you. Everything about you is bullshit.”

Your chest leans down, not enjoying the feeling of air blowing onto your chest and cooling his cum quicker. “I don’t get you either, Rafe.”

“No—don’t start. Not right now. You’ve had your chance to speak.”

“What, with you shoving your cock down my throat?”

“I only put you on my cock when you had nothing but shit to talk about my family.” He really only listened to what he wanted to hear. “If you start acting like that, there’s going to be consequences. This is why I asked for extra from you in the first place. I needed to have some trust in you, because you’re too spoiled to understand the consequences of you running your little mouth.”

“Really, Rafe?”

“Really, Y/N. Whatever bullshit rebuttal you have to offer—“

“I’m pretty sure this is you abusing the only power you get over people. What are you going to do when you’re Ward 2.0, the new king of Figure Eight? Gonna make customers flash you before you start building their houses?”

“If it’s you and whatever bitch ass husband you end up with, yeah. I’ll make you cry on my cock and remind you what you could have had if you stopped being so stuck-up all the time.”

“You’re gross.”

Rafe groans. “And here we go again. Stop acting like you have the moral high ground. Stop making me into the asshole Rafe you’ve decided I am in your head. You haven’t even done anything tonight. There was never any reason for you to come back.”

You’d cross your arms if the cum wouldn’t then stick to more places on your body.

“Sitting here with an attitude because you can’t admit it. You can’t take responsibility for your part in tonight, princess. Well, I’ll take it for you. Let’s look at the facts. You flashed a drug dealer.”

“I was doing it for a friend.”

“You flashed a drug dealer for a friend, when said friend would’ve seen me in a few hours if you walked away. You went up to my room.”

You toss your head back. “And I was supposed to know you were going to do more?”

“If you’re as smart as you’re determined to tell the rest of us, yeah. And did I or did I not ask you if I could feel how wet you were?”

Your stomach flutters at the memory. “I never said yes.”

“And you never said no.”

“Rafe, do you know how archaic—“

“I waited, and you never said no. You came up to get the drugs, even though you didn’t take any all night.”

“Making the most of a bad situation.”

“A bad situation? You could’ve kicked up more of a fuss when I sat with you.”

You sharply inhale. “It was easier—“

“Easier? When have you ever wanted to do things the easy way, princess? Wanting to make it on your own without a well off family weighing you down. Assumptions are being made already, and you fucking know that. Calling me a creep could’ve worked. You wouldn’t have even needed to confess anything.”

You blank in rage.

“And you sucked my cock. That was all you. You could’ve walked away,” he raises a hand to you, “and there was maybe ten seconds where it would’ve been a difficult job. That doesn’t erase the rest.”

“Rafe—“

“No, you’re just like the rest of us and you can’t fucking stand it.” You only realise you’ve pulled up when Rafe spins towards you, placing a hand on his chest in emphasis. “That’s why you act like fucking me doesn’t count. Then who is on your level, huh? Not your stupid Kook boyfriends.”

“I am not like you.” You don’t move to leave the car, preferring to have this conversation out of earshot… and you’re emotionally preparing to sneak around his house, knowing what it looks like if you’re caught. Knowing what it is, with his cum marking your chest.

“You are, and you can’t stand it. It’s all image, and you’re going to say you’re above it, right? I know you. And you don’t get that I know you, and that’s why I checked, that’s why I invited you up to my room.”

You snort at the insults you don’t think Rafe realises are leaving his mouth. “You’re not some big shot businessman pulling the strings, Rafe!”

“Not yet. But it’s not fucking hard to get into your mind. Here you are, acting like this all came out of nowhere, thinking I don’t know you at all when I have spent hours talking with you before today! It’s not my fault all you do is argue.”

“You’re too fucking high to remember any of that.”

“No, I’m not. But you’re going to latch onto whatever you can to put yourself above me. It’s all image with you. It’s the same shit you give me, ‘oh you’re a Cameron, get fucked’, acting like you’re above the rest of us Kooks. But you’re just as fake. You run from who you are, not wanting to look like… what, a Kook? You want to be a Pogue? If you really want, you can make that fucking change, but I don’t see you down at The Cut. If you want to make like Sarah and Kie, you can. You want to be all self-made, but you don’t have a string of Pogue boyfriends behind you.”

You shake your head. “You are so fucked up.”

Rafe nods. “Here we go. You’ve got nothing to add, princess. Tell me, why do you always feel the need to argue with me? Can’t let yourself let loose like the other Kooks, got to find your vices elsewhere?”

“Some people aren’t fucking—“

He shoots you a warning look before interrupting you. “Proving your point to Rafe Cameron. I know how you see me. I’m not stupid. Why did you need to prove yourself to me if I don’t mean anything to you, if I’m beneath you?”

“So I could let everyone know how stupid the most privileged guy in this place is.”

“Letting everyone else know. See, all image. Thank you for proving my point, princess.”

You leave the car, slamming the door behind you. You’re ready to face Tannyhill, shower, change, and run home. Emotionally, you wanted to call the Uber now, but you decided it was best to wait until you got into Rafe’s bedroom.

Rafe walks over to your side. “Jesus, princess. Are you trying to wake the whole house up?”

You stand like a statue in front of him.

“I’m sorry, okay? I went too far in there. I thought you were a little more self-aware.” You were thankful the apology went sour, and Rafe stayed the Rafe you were used to.

“Just take me inside.”

“With cum on your tits? I’m not letting you walk past my family like that.”

He unzips his jacket, handing it to you. You stay still.

“Go on, put it on.” You stay defiant. “Don’t make this a thing. This is for you, okay? Stop trying to prove a point.”

“It’ll get cum on it.”

“I’ll get someone to wash it.”

Your face scrunches up.

“And I’ll wash your top before you go.”

“It’s okay. I’ll ask if I can borrow from Sarah.” Rafe raises his eyebrows, and you share more of your plan. “I’ll say I spilled beer on it.”

Forcing you into his narrative, Rafe replies, “you really want to start leaving clothes here? Then you really will have to start coming to family lunches. You could wear mine.”

“I’m not wearing your shirt." You succumb, zipping the jacket up. "And I'll wash it at mine."

"It'll be quicker if I wash it here." Rafe tugs the jacket's zip up. “There you go, princess. Looks good.”

He circles an arm around your shoulders before walking towards the house.

—

Rafe leans by the door as you rid yourself of your soaked shirt. There’s no point in asking him to look away. You’re positive he knows that, with the way he’s leering over you, his presence overbearing in spite of the space between you in the spacious bathroom.

“You need any help?”

“No, Rafe.” It comes off easy, and you're positive that the stickiness is gone. But your brain’s playing tricks on you, and it feels like superglue stuck to your skin.

“I’m happy to.” His smirk doesn’t move as he looks at you.

“You know what you could do, Rafe?”

“Short of getting out of your life altogether?”

“You know,” you turn and grin towards him, “that’s exactly what I was going to say.”

Rafe huffs in dry amusement at your attitude. "Look at that. Don't I know you too well?"

Sarcasm drips from you both. You choose not to open up to Rafe about how that's the problem, instead facing your problem practically. “You could get this started for me so I can go home.”

“You want to go home with the way you’re flashing your tits about?”

“I’m not seducing you right now, Cameron. I’m cleaning up your mistakes.”

“If you weren’t trying to seduce me you wouldn’t have had this thing on in the first place.” He picks it up off the floor, and you cringe at the invasion, even if he was the only person it made no sense to hide the garment from. “Could’ve had a jacket on, but I got you so excited to come and cash your earnings in.”

“Good thing you gave me that jacket then. It clears up any misconceptions.” You pat the water off your chest once you've come to terms with the fact you can’t rub the thought of Rafe off your skin.

“No, it doesn’t.” He walks over to you, standing behind you in the mirror. Rafe leans to grab a towel off a hook. He wraps it around the front of your body, pulling it against your chest.

“Rafe,” you sigh, “what are you doing?” You push him away, but it’s a half-hearted attempt.

“Helping you out. Like I have been all day.” You roll your eyes, and Rafe anticipates your response. “Shush, princess. Not right now. It’s late.” His eyes wander to the door as he keeps pressing the towel into your chest. “You’d hate to wake the house, wouldn’t you? You’re almost becoming a regular fixture around here.”

Your retort is interrupted by Rafe’s fingers rolling over your nipples. “See, princess? I can give you what you need, give you what you’ve been begging me for.”

“Rafe—“ He kisses your neck, making eye contact in the mirror. “Why are you parading me around?”

Rafe mutters, "no one's treated you right, hey, princess?" He raises himself up, placing his hands on your shoulders and letting the towel fall. You feel miles more exposed, but it doesn’t seem to be the towel’s fault. Without him touching your body, without any arguing, you and Rafe were only that—you and Rafe. In absence of all the tumultuous bells and whistles, you had no clue what that looked like.

“You’re pretty when you shut up. Even if you didn’t take the drug offer. Getting you on your knees did the job.”

“No, Rafe. Why’d you parade me around, show me off to your parents, bring me back here?”

Rafe scoffs. “Is it so hard to think I wanted to help you out? I didn’t cum on you without a plan.” You doubt that, and are sure the plan only occurred because he got something out if it—you stranded at Tannyhill once again.

“Thanks, gentleman.”

“I didn’t show you off to my parents either. I did the polite thing and got my guest to speak to them. Do you—do you have something against my parents, Y/N? You keep bringing them up.”

“I keep bringing up how you’re obsessed with being a Cameron.”

“You’re just jealous. Not comfortable with your last name so you put all this stupid effort into proving yourself through what, debating with guys you don’t like at parties?”

“You know my life exists when you aren’t in it, Rafe.”

“Oh, I know, princess. I’m sure I’m not the only guy you put through hell.”

“Hell is being here in this fucking bathroom with you.” You jerk away, grabbing Rafe’s jacket off the floor.

“You really want to put that back on? It’s covered in cum and I’m pretty sure your skin is still raw, the way you were scrubbing.”

You’re topless, and the power imbalance is palpable. The white bathroom leaves you scrambling for answers that don’t exist on the back of expensive shampoo bottles. You reach for the only thing you can.

“If you’re not this evil Rafe Cameron I seem to have made up in my head, you’ll lend me your shirt.”

Rafe narrows his eyes. “What do I get?”

“What do you get? I don’t know. My respect? A cute girl in your clothes for however long it takes her to get home?”

“I don’t know. Weren’t you just saying you wouldn’t wear my shirt?”

“Rafe,” you deeply inhale, “I’m a little desperate here.”

He pauses for a moment. “Okay, okay. I hear you. If I do this, I need you to behave for me, okay?”

You swallow, and you anticipate that he isn’t going to let this favour go your away.

“Can you do that, princess?”

You nod.

“Back towards the sink.” You walk backwards, and Rafe follows while maintaining some distance, wanting you to decide to follow yourself.

“Good girl.” He strips himself of his shirt, passing the polo to you. You wonder if this is really it.

He closes the distance. “I want you to take these off,” he traces his fingers over the hem of your shorts, “and keep sitting here.”

Rafe kneels, and he looks up at you while he waits to see what you do next. “Is that what you want, princess? Wanted me to make you cum?”

It’s all too intense for much thinking, and all you can do is tilt your head down as you say, “yes.”