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Warnings (18+): DUB-CON (faint manipulation), SMUT (unprotected sex + car sex)
Tags: dark! rafe, he's an asshole who cant keep his hands to himself, teasing, praise kink a bit
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Notes: found a bit of motivation for this one! honesty i’ve tweaked and edited this ch so much to the point where i don’t even want to read it again so ignore any mistakes pls. also (small win) THIS is the longest piece of writing i've posted so cheers to that.
“It's five AM, my time again, I've soakin' up the moon, can't sleep”
I BLOCK AGELESS BLOG’s & MINOR’s who interact (that means even liking/reblogging this post)
The sun beams down, warming your skin as you ride by the large pond. The golf course was less busy than usual, a rarity for the country club in the summer season. It was truly a breath of fresh air, being able to take in the landscape, without having to do much work.
Not that your job was demanding, or anything. It was actually terribly easy, all you did was serve drinks to the members playing golf. It was simple. A con however, was that majority of them were entitled, condescending assholes. But somehow you find ways to persevere because of the pay and tips.
No you didn't necessarily need the money, but it was nice to have some to call your own rather than it all being lumped together as your fathers. That’s why you were smiling, as you drove away from the man you just helped. He had given you a crisp benjamin, and you weren't even a full hour into your shift.
It was bittersweet though. The entire interaction, he invaded your space and shamelessly studied your appearance. He even mentioned wanting to take you out to dinner, but you successfully diverted the conversation with a polite laugh and a lie. His behavior was creepy and gross, but it wasn't really out of character for the men that frequented the course. You tried to not let it get to you, but these kinds of situations always made you think back to what Jess and Di told you when you mentioned your first encounter to them.
“Men will be men. Why don't you just use it to your advantage?”
“I agree! Look at your uniform, it’s short for a reason. The club knows what their people want to see. So if you give it to them, I’m sure they’ll give you a nice sized tip!”
They were a bit ignorant to how it felt degrading to you, but their hearts were in the right place trying to make you feel better at the time. You shake off the memory, and tug the top of your dress so that it hides some of your cleavage.
The cart whirs as you near the next hole. It’s secluded from the others and hidden by clusters of palm trees. As you get closer, you hear the faint noises of laughter. You don't think much of it, aside from taking note that it was likely a group of people. When you breach the gap between the palms, a frown paints your face, as you discover who the group was. The trio stood on the small hill, where the tee off was, and their backs were turned to you. Completely unaware of your presence.
From where you were, It sounded like they were joking about something.
“Man, you're her bitch.” Rafe says, lining his club with the ball, and preparing to swing.
“Bro I’m not” Topper defends, while Kelce laughs.
“Yeah man. You are.” Rafe returns, before taking the swing and watching his ball travel in the distance.
You were intensely focused on him, replaying the way his muscles flexed through his shirt when he took the swing. Your mind even flashes back to that night when he stood shirtless before you... confessing to you how he felt, just before kissing you.
You quickly snap out of your thoughts, trying to avoid the memory of what happened moments after you kissed him back.
It had been an entire week, and you had yet to process what happened. You had written it off in your head as a mistake, and avoided thinking about it, which worked for you up until now. Being confronted with his presence made it impossible to ignore the memories of the lust fueled night. An all too familiar desire even begins to pulse within you, but before it fully ignites you stop yourself, again. Realizing that this was bad.
That night shouldn't have happened, and you shouldn't be getting aroused by the memories, especially at your place of work. You inch down onto the gas, and make a U-turn for the direction that you came from. This way you could avoid seeing him and continue to repress your... emotions.
You're so close to the gap, when a holler from behind makes your stomach sink.
“Hey, hey! Hold on now!”
Your heart races in your chest as you come to a halt. If just looking at him made you feel this conflicted, how the hell could you have a conversation with him? You pause for a moment, and think before coming to the conclusion that pretending as if nothing happened was your best bet. If he even got a slight inclination that you were flustered, you knew he would pester and taunt you for the foreseeable future.
You inhale sharply, before flushing any kind of tell from your expression. The sound of dirt shifting, lets you know he’s near, and a tilt of your head confirms it.
Your eyes follow his movement until he stops, right next to you.
"Where were you going so fast sweetheart? No way you were leaving without offering us drinks, if so that’s kind of fucked up.”
“Sorry, I guess I didn't see you guys” You shrug your shoulders.
“It's a good thing I saw you then. Isn't it?”
"Yeah" you utter, glancing in the other direction. Feeling like you were at the brink of an implosion.
“How’ve you been?” you hear him say, causing you to look back at him, noticing he wears a smirk on his face.
“Great.” You lie.
“Good, Good.”
“Mhm. Is there anything I can get you guys?”
He slightly tilts his head, “Yeah uh actually, me and my boys are pretty parched. Wouldn't it have been a shame if we went thirsty because the cart girl’s ignoring us?”
The sly remark, pushes you to squint up at him. A thin layer of sweat, reflecting off his skin, and a hint of rose tints his cheeks.
“That would’ve been unfortunate.”
You rub your palms down your exposed thighs, noticing how his eyes trail the movement and his lip tucks.
“Right? I mean, it would be kind of your fault though.” he peers down at you,“What do you think your boss would do if he heard you were making members unhappy?”
It takes everything in you to keep it professional and ignore his attempt at provoking you. Pride wasn't worth your job.
“Like I said, I didn't see you and I apologize.” you force a smile, and he hums.
“Aren't you cute?” his hand moves from his side, to pat your knee. “Why don’t you get out of the cart and show me what you have to offer?”
You hold back a scoff. The sheer audacity of him, to pester you and touch you.
Flooded with irritation you speak before you think.
“You know what we have, Rafe.”
“Oh really? What do we have?” You squint knowing he was obviously insinuating something else.
“Just tell me what you want. I know, you know the drinks”
“So what If I know? I’m asking you to show me” He steps back “Now be a good cart girl and do as you're asked, or else maybe I’ll have to have a word with your boss.''
You wanted to scream, but instead you bite your lip. He was so incredibly good at getting on your nerves, and you hated him for it.
You scoot out of the seat, and throw him a glare as you sidle past him. On your walk to the back, you feel his presence lurking behind you.
When you reach the trunk, you grasp the side and bend to unlatch the cooler. You ruffle through the sea of ice, naming off your inventory as the logos cross your vision.
A soft strum up the back of your thigh interrupts your scanning and causes you to shiver. You peer behind you, to find Rafe responsible.
“What the-” You step away, glaring up at him and he doesn't even try to hide the smug look on his face. “What are you doing?”
He snickers, “You're so dramatic. You're really gonna keep pretending like we didn't hook up?”
“Yes actually, because it was a mistake” You cross your arms over your chest, and his eyes linger on the area.
He steps closer, into your space, and you feel the tension rise. As much as you try to be repulsed by him, you can't help how his mere presence rouses a warmth between your thighs.
“Why’s it a mistake?”
“It just is.”
His hand falls on your hip, “You’re lying, wanna know how I know?” Not really, but he gives you no time to say anything. “You literally begged for it”
You scoff, snatching his hand away from your body. “Like I told you then, It was a one time thing”
“Why does it have to be hm? I wanna hear those pretty moans again.” Your eyes veer from his as you ignore the pulse in your core. “So you haven't thought about it then?” he tilts into your path of sight, forcing you to look at him.
“No.”
He chuckles “You're a shitty liar you know?”
“I’m not- I-” The words slowly die on your tongue, at the feel of him pressing his body to yours. He's leaned in so close that, it feels like there's no escape. Then, similar to earlier, you feel his fingers on your skin, only this time their trailing up your inner thigh close to your core.
“Rafe…” you gasp, looking up into his eyes, then down at his lips.
“Tell me you don't feel anything, and I’ll stop”
It was so wrong, but it felt so right.
You say nothing, looking up to him with approval, and his fingers continue trailing up your thigh until he reaches your mound. You let out a small whimper, as he traces your slit through the fabric. The barrier offers little release, as he presses against your clit.
Your eyes travel to his lips again, the heat of the moment draws you in and just as you’re about to press your lips to his, he pulls away from your core.
You sigh defeatedly, and he grins while marveling over your dissatisfaction.
“Now, what was it you were trying to say earlier?”
Flustered, and slightly panicked, you observe your surroundings. Thankfully the only people around weren't paying attention. “Fine, yeah. It’s crossed my mind”
“Oh I know” he looks down at his fingers and they faintly glisten in the light, “What do you say, you give me your number and we can finish this later?”
You knew you shouldn't entertain him, but you were blinded by the burning desire. Unable to resist his pull.
It’s late. So late, that you should be sleeping, but instead you lay awake restlessly staring out your bedroom window.
The sleepless nights started when you returned home for break, and the only thing that seemed to help the situation was the night sky. Specifically the moons soft light.
In your peripheral, another light glows and catches your attention. You curiously reach out for the device, and once it's in your hand your brow furrows, questioning the unknown number.
It takes you a short moment to realize who it was, but when you do you hum surprised that he messaged you so soon.
Sweet y/n, you awake?
yeah.
Send me your address.
for?? do u know what time it is?
You know why, I’ll pick you up alright?
You slowly type out your address, reassuring yourself that it would just be just sex, and nothing more. You hit send, then dangle your legs off the bed.
You stroll to the bathroom, and give your face a rinse. When you walk back to your room, you stand in front of the mirror, looking over your sleepwear. The tank top and sleep shorts didn't match, but did it even really matter if the clothes were coming off anyways?
When he let you know he was there, you grabbed your keys and phone, then crept down the stairs being careful to not wake up your family.
Once you’re outside you make your way to where his truck sits. His headlights beam at you, forcing you to squint. When you get to the passenger side, you tug the door open.
“Are you trying to blind me?” you accuse, whilst climbing into the passenger seat. You turn to look at him for a response but instead, you find him… eyeing you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
You notice him stifle a laugh. “I’m just appreciating how dressed up you are.”
You sigh, knowing he was poking fun at your clothes. Maybe this was a dumb idea. Why should you be fucking someone who tormented you for an entire year? It was pathetic. Without much further contemplation, you grasp the door handle and push the door open. But before you can hop out, his large hand grasps your thigh.
“Would you relax, it was a fucking joke.”
“Stop being a dick to me then.”
“I’ll try." he gives your thigh a squeeze. "That make you happy?”
You grunt in return, as you close the door.
“Me messing with you, didn't seem to be a problem last week, though.”
Of course it was, but knowing how he is you didn't even want to try and express that to him because somehow he'd find a way to hold it against you.
“I don't like you.” You mumble, leaning back into the seat as he pulls out the driveway.
“You seem to like fucking me though.” He glances over to you.
“Isn't it such a good thing that I don't need to like you as a person, to enjoy fucking you.”
He doesn't say anything to that, just lets out a small tut, before reaching out to the stereo and drowning out the silence with loud music.
The music faintly plays in the background, as you take in your surroundings. He had parked slightly off the road, down by the beach. Where there were no houses, no streetlights, nothing.
“For someone who doesn't like me, you seem pretty nervous.”
You divert your attention from the windshield to him.
“Not nervous, just don’t want to get caught.”
“Now you want to act all innocent?” he tilts his body to you, “It's like four in the morning, nobody's going to catch us.”
“How do you forsure know that?”
“I don't. That’s the thrill of it.” You throw him a glare, and he continues. “If anything, being a Cameron gets me out of trouble, so we’re fine alright?”
“Mhm”
His tongue rolls over his bottom lip. “You looked hot at work today, the uniform doesn't really leave much to the imagination though.”
“You’re perverted”
“Oh please, like you're not the one sitting in my passenger seat right now?”
You huff, looking away from his gaze “I need a shot”
“Nah” His hands cups your jaw, turning you to look at him and tugging you close to his lips. “Think you’re perfect like this. Only problem is this mouth of yours. So mean and nasty now, what are we gonna do about it?”
A faint smile grows on your face, you had provoked him. It was unintentional but so satisfying to see.
“Doesn't feel nice does it?” you whisper, staring down at his soft lips. Aching for him to just kiss you already.
His forefinger and thumb squish your cheeks as he tilts your head up. Within seconds his lips press against yours. It was heated, and bruising. A gentle moan mixes into the kiss, when he gropes along your chest, squeezing at the soft skin.
His grip on your face slides down to your throat. Then his fingers briefly brush your pelvis and dip past the band of your shorts. You moan, when he swipes his fingers through your wet slit.
He smiles against your lips. “No panties for me baby?”
The pet name slightly pulls you out of your lust driven haze, you hated it, only because this wasn't that.
“Don't call me-” You heave a breath when his touch sweeps between your folds and rubs against your clit. A whimper escapes your mouth as he swirls the button, causing you to forget your train of thought. “Don't call me that.”
He hardly acknowledges your words with a hum, against your lips. His fingers work magic at your core, pulling strings of moans from you. It felt so good you didn't want him to stop. His pace picks up causing heat to bloom along your skin. You were approaching your orgasm, and nothing mattered to you outside of it.
He peels away from your lips, and you whimper at the loss. “You’re so pretty like this you know?” Your eyes connect and the way he looks at you with complete desire, sends you over the edge. “S’much better when you aren't being mouthy.”
Your breath wavers as the release floods your senses. The incessant strumming at your clit made you a writhing mess. Eyes clinched and face contorted with delight, completely blind to the fact that he was enamored by you.
You were unaware to the fact that after that initial night, he couldn't get you off his mind. He craved you. He adored how you completely let go when he touched you. Yeah you hated him, but the fact that you let him have you in this way only drew him to you more.
He lightly tugs at the band of your shorts.
“Take these off for me, yeah?”
Without thinking you foolishly do as he asks. Your shorts are discarded on the floor. He leans back into his seat, beckoning you over and you shift onto your knees and climb over the center console. Straddling his lap.
His hands splay along your thighs, and you fumble with his zipper. You slightly tug his briefs down and his member springs free. You gently bring him into your palm, and strum your thumb underneath the tip playing with the stickiness that’s accumulated there. His head falls back with a groan as you continue the slow motions.
“Do you have a condom?”
His head lifts up, and his brows are slightly furrowed. “You’re fucking with me right? We didn't use one last time.”
His hands move to rest on your hips.
“Yeah, I know… but…” you trail off, unable to think clearly.
“C'mon y/n,” You feel him lean forward, pressing his chest to yours before distractingly leaving wet kisses along your neck. “Need to feel you like that again. Felt so good.”
His ministrations made your brain fuzz, and walls clench. You could forgo the barrier, considering how you were on the pill and that Rafe wouldn't cum inside you.
As if reading your mind his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you against him, as he leans back. Your hands rest on his chest, as his member now pokes at your entrance. He holds you tight against him, and his other hand connects with your column, pulling you into another kiss.
Knowing you were lost in the dance of your tongues, he deliberately eases you down onto his member.
Your eyes slant as a lewd moan escapes your mouth. You sit there for a second, adjusting to him as he continues to work at your lips. By the end of the night they probably were going to be swollen.
You slowly rock your hips, and his hand slips from your waist down to squeeze your ass. You peel away from his lips, and sit up as the grinding slowly transforms into small bounces.
“Fuck.” he groans as he peers down to where you two connect, savoring how messy you got for him. With every bounce you’re dripping around him. So wet that a puddle of your slick, formed along his pants. “Just like that, so perfect and pretty like this”
His hand slides down your body, fondling your tits as you chase your high. The sudden cold air against your chest makes you shudder, however the chill only lasts for a split second before his mouth attaches to the sensitive bud. You were so sensitive, in all the right places.
He detaches from your bud, with a lewd pop. “All it takes is some dick for you to be nice to me now? Isn't that right?”
“Uh huh” you nod, eyes glazed over.
“Being so sweet to me right now, fuck”
Your head tilts back at the fullness, you were so close. Your eyes squint shut feeling your end approach. You're almost there when his fingers cup your jaw and pull you close.
“Look at me” his breath ghosts over you.
You whine looking into his eyes, as you clench down on him, walls fluttering with ecstasy as you ride out your high. You fall against his chest, for a moment to catch your breath and you’re suddenly taken by surprise when he begins fucking up into you, holding you tight. “Oh Fuck”
“feel so good,” he groans.
You were a murmuring mess, wrapping your arms around his neck at the overwhelming pleasure and overstimulation. You faintly hear his breaths grow louder, among yours. Then all of a sudden you feel so warm... and full, as he slows to a stop. It was a sensation you never felt before.
At the realization, you quickly untangle yourself from him, and sit straight. “Rafe… Did you just…?”
You stare dumbfounded, as you try to detach from him. His hand however grips your waist, holding you down.
“Hold on” he grunts, thrusting up into you one last time. Only then does he let you go and you slowly ease up off him.
“Why’d you do that?” you snap as you tug your tank top down.
“Felt too good, you’re fucking dangerous you know?” he grins up at you, and you huff before climbing back over to the passenger seat.
“I actually wouldn't know because nobody’s ever came in me.” you grab your shorts and tug them up your legs
“Shit really?” he drags his palm down his face, and then zips himself back up. “Look, I'll give you money for plan B, alright?”
“Don’t want your money, and I’m on the pill so it’s fine.”
You glance at the dash, as you tilt your body into the door. It was already 5 in the morning.
He pulls onto the road and for a while it's just the soft noise of the music, as he drives.
“Why were you up so late anyways?” He looks over at your turned away body.
“Couldn't sleep” you mumble into the window before letting out a yawn. “You?”
“It’s complicated.” he responds and you hum, not having anything to say to that.
You look out the passenger window, and think to yourself… What had you just done? More importantly, what had you just started?
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