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This is my first request ever so I’m sorry if I’m not clear enough. 😭😭 so Ethan breaking in readers home and he’s horny he just fúcks her right then and there while she sleeps. Reader is dumb so before all of this she doesn’t really notice that ethan likes her even after several obvious hints. If you’re not comfortable with this it’s fine! You’re an amazing writer!!

i was literally about to write something similar! thanks for the request

unconscious confession — ethan landry + reader ( scream ) : ethan can’t help but touch you in your asleep

contents : smut somnophilia (DONT READ IF IT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE). non con. dark!ethan. wc 1.0k

He slid through the window that lead to your living room, treading quietly. You had a safety ladder—for fire escapes—right by your apartment, that lead to an alleyway. If it was anyone other than Ethan you should have felt concerned.

Though in all honesty Ethan’s intentions with you were not exactly honourable. Your house was dark, all the lights switched off for the night. Ethan silently stepped through your house until he reached your room. He was careful not to make a creak, even though he knew how much of a deep sleeper you were.

Ethan shut your door behind him as he finally glanced at your sleeping form. His breath hitched.

Your duvet was halfway down your body, resting by your hips as the moonlight shone through your window. He would have tried to crawl through there, but he wanted to make sure you were sound asleep before he got too close.

Your shirt was slightly ridden up, showing a sliver of your stomach. Your hair splayed out around you, as your chest slowly heaved up and down. Ethan walked closer, not taking his eyes off you.

You looked beautiful, unaware and peaceful. Ethan dragged his gaze along your face, as he brushed a stray hair from your cheek. His finger halted, continuing to brush across your cheek bone.

Ethan had always found you pretty. When you joined the group, having met everyone at Blackmore University, you fitted in wonderfully. Always a bright smile on your face as you made everyone laugh. Ethan could never take his eyes off you.

He had tried to sit closer to you whenever you all would gather. He had tried to help you with anything and everything you needed. He had dropped hints—some extremely obvious—about his feelings for you. But you just never seemed to notice him.

Ethan began to trace your face. His pointer going down the bridge of your nose, until he reached your lips. When he lightly brushed along your bottom your head shifted slightly, but you still stayed asleep, unaware of the boy beside your bed.

Ethan drags his finger to your top lip, loving the feel of the plump flesh. He drags his finger across the space between your lips, feeling a slight bit of your spit. His chest had already started heaving, as stepped closer, his knee hitting your bed, as he pried your lips open, slowly and carefully.

He then dipped his finger inside, the warmth of your mouth sent a shiver all the way through his body and straight to his dick. He began to brush over your tongue, before pulling his finger out. He was growing heavy and dazed, as your mouth stayed cracked open a fraction.

He began to shift his gaze down your body. You were just in a loose large shirt, the shape of your breasts telling him you indeed were wearing no form of a bra.

Ethan shifted to the end of the bed, grabbing the edge of the duvet by your hips and pulling it down. He then crawled onto the your mattress, his legs coming to kneel on either side of your hips. He stared down at you, tilting his head as he observed the fall and rise of your chest.

He was mesmerised, and turned on. He then placed his hands by your head, just hovering over you, his breath hitting your face. He watches you for a moment, and that’s when his morals came to call, telling him how wrong this was.

But Ethan was hard, his throat tightening at the thought of your body being on display for him. How you would feel in his hands.

Ethan leant down and placed a delicate kiss to your cheek, testing the waters. He leaned back to look at you. You didn’t even move. Ethan grinned as he began to place sloppier kisses to jaw, leading all the way to your ear. He darted his tongue out to lick your earlobe, as the feel of your skin against his tongue and lips made him want to grind into you. But he refrained, wanting to feel all of you first.

He rounded your neck, as he licked up the side. He was like panting dog just wanting your attention. He kissed and sucked on your soft skin, unintentionally leaving marks you’d probably question the next day.

Ethan’s hands dug into the mattress as he leant back to his knees. He could see his saliva glistening in the moonlight, all over your neck.

His cock was rock hard. There was no way he was stopping now. His hand touched the bare sliver of your stomach as he widens the gap, pushing your top to reveal more of you. You slightly shifted, but as Ethan grew to realise, you weren’t waking up. You were a deep sleeper indeed.

Ethan began to just touch you, tracing his hands across your skin, rubbing, and leading all the way up until he felt the bottom of your breast. He gulped as his other hand went under your shirt. He started to fondle your breasts, squeezing and and tracing your skin. He peeled your top over them, to rest, scrunched up by your neck.

Your nipples are peaked, the coldish air helping even more so. Ethan just stares for moment, trying not to orgasm right there. He was pathetic, but also desperate. His fingers began to circle around your nipples, feeling the bumpy skin. He then switched to his thumbs, rubbing across both. You shifted, the most you had. Ethan looked up to your eyes, seeing that they were still shut.

He started to quicken his pace, liking the feel your nipples. He then pinches one, earning your body to shift.

Ethan noticed the way you slightly rubbed your thighs together. You were wet, and the thought of feeling how much, made his eyes roll. He reached down to lick one nipple experimentally, before kissing your stomach. He shuffled back, eagerly reaching for the band of your loose shorts. Ethan helped you out of them, by placing a hand on your back and raising your hips. Slowly—of course.

Any sort of fast movements would most likely get to wake. Ethan began pulling the duvet completely off, along with your shorts, all the way down your legs. Goosebumps had begun to litter across your thighs and calves. Ethan dropped your shorts at the end of the bed before tracing his finger up your leg to reach the spot he’d been craving.

Fuck, he was starving. He slowly began to rub you over your panties. He went harder over your clit, going in a figure of eight. He caught a quiet whimper leave your throat. Looking up from his spot at the edge of your bed, he saw your brows had begun to knit together, as you go to rub your thighs again.

Ethan grabs your thighs, pulling you further apart so he could see. He kept one hand on your thigh while the other went back to stroking your pussy. A wet patch had formed on them, making Ethan’s pride inflate.

He settled between your legs, peeling your panties off and tossing them to the side. He spread you wider. You shivered slightly as the air surrounded your open pussy.

Ethan watches as he pulled apart your lips with two of his fingers. You were soaked, and Ethan panted at the sight. He held you open, as his thumb began to spread through your wetness, brushing over your clit repeatedly. You shifted, a moan caught in your throat. He then brought his thumb back to suck your taste off. His grin was almost scary as he leant in, licking quickly at your pussy.

Your legs shifted, but Ethan kept them held down, as he began to lap at your pussy, slow and torturous strokes of his tongue. He covered your entire pussy with his tongue, before he pushed it into your weeping hole. You sleepily moaned as Ethan pulled in and out.

He then pulled away, and kissed your inner thigh. He looked up at your face. You had a cute almost in pain look about you. Your lips pursing as your brows furrowed. Ethan’s eyes grew dark as his fantasies wandered.

He crawled up your body, finally pressing his clothed cock against your pussy. Ethan’s breath hitches. He stares at your lips, before kissing you. He sucked on your bottom lip, pulling way to take off his belt.

Your lips were red from Ethans sucking, and as he pulls his cock out, pumping himself slightly, he kisses them again. He liked kissing you, even if you were t able to kiss him back.

Ethan adjusts himself—slightly preparing if you were to wake—before he pushes the head of his cock into you. He hisses at the feeling of your warmth. Your body is hummed to life, while your mind stayed knocked out, probably dreaming your getting fucked instead.

Ethan began to slowly thrust into you, feeling you clench around him. His breathing was uneven as he uses one hand to play with your tit. Rolling it between his fingers as if this were an addiction.

You feel groggy, disorientated, and…horny. You weren’t sure what was happening. Your eyes slowly blinked awake as a pressure fills you inside. A moan slips past your lips before you could stop it. You then felt the body on top of you. But in your sleepy state all you can feel is pleasure.

You can spot messy curls in the moonlit room. And a body, thrusting into you. Your head falls further into your pillow as you whimper. You felt so good.

Ethan seemed to realise you had woken up. He was surprised you hadn’t pushed him off yet, but when he saw your heavy lidded eyes, he realised that you were a heavy mix of sleepy, confused and fucked out. He quickened his thrusts, aiming higher inside you. You choked a moan as your back arched against your bed.

Ethan didn’t dare speak, for fear of ruining whatever state you were in. He just kept thrusting, getting closer and closer to his expending orgasm. Fuck, he felt good, and you felt amazing clenching around him.

He stares down at your fucked out face, open mouth, hooded eyes, and bare body and couldn’t find it in himself to regret.

You hadn’t noticed him before. And maybe you wouldn’t even now, in your haze. But Ethan leant down and kisses you, wanting to feel you kiss him back.

And you do, head spinning with pleasure. Ethan growls into your responding mouth as your tongues clash. He didn’t regret it.

And maybe that makes him immoral, or psychotic or just simply fucked up. But he would do anything to touch you, hold you, and gather your entire attention. He thrusts harder into you, making you fall apart underneath him.

Ethan would do anything to have you kissing him. Panting against your mouth he finally spoke. “You look so pretty…y/n.”

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GIVING INNOCENT!RAFE HIS FIRST BLOWJOB !

your mouth was wrapped around rafe's rock hard cock, the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue.

he had come to you, begging you to give him his first blow job. you obliged because he was so incredibly pathetic and you would never pass up the opportunity to humiliate him.

your hands quickly slid around the back of his thighs, nails biting into the muscular flesh, keeping him close to you.

rafe's loud moans bounced off the walls, his thighs tensing underneath your hands every time he hit the back of your throat.

"i- uh- fuck, is it supposed to feel like this? i feel dizzy" rafe gasped out, a dazed look on his face.

deciding to let him figure that out, you wrapped your hand around him, working both your mouth and hand over his hard cock.

your panties were damp with your own arousal, getting off on making him feel good. his pathetic nature turning you on.

he very quickly picked up on what to do. moving his hips in time with you, thrusting into your mouth. the force of rafe hitting the back of your throat was starting to feel painful.

"please- i need to cum. i don't know how to hold it, please" he begged, tears running down his face from the pleasure.

speeding up your pace the best you could, your hand was running up and down his length while your mouth took the rest of him.

he starting pushing at your shoulders, "need to let me go. i'm going to cum, i'm going to cum"

you shook your head as you gripped the back of his thighs once again, not allowing him to move in the slightest.

you squeezed your eyes shut as warm cum abruptly hit the back of your throat, his release quickly filling your mouth.

pulling back with your mouth full of him, you peered up at rafe. his was head thrown back and he was still vibrating in pleasure, slowly coming down from his first actual high.

his breathing slowly started to even out as he looked down at you where you were still kneeling in front of him.

rafe's cum dripped down your chin and all over your chest, making you feel dirty and sticky. you swallowed what was left and opened your mouth to say something but rafe cut you off as he started to ramble.

"holy shit. that's what i've been missing out on? thank you, thank you, thank you"

his gratefulness really was real and you felt a slight amount of satisfaction, although nowhere near as much as he did.

you were pulled from your thoughts, face scrunched up in confusion as he pushed his cock against your lips, wanting you to open up.

"please just stay there, i really need to feel that again" rafe said confidently, forcing himself into your mouth as any of his remaining innocence went flying out of the window.

₊˚⊹ ♡. MDNI 18+. warnings — fem!reader, crying, oral (f. receiving)

“JJ, stop, we can’t—”

Your mumble against his lips was halfhearted, not even committed to the words you were saying as you pressed a hand to his chest to pull away from him. The drying tears streaking his face shined slightly in the moonlight filtering through the window, his eyes were half-lidded.

“Why can’t we?”

You chewed at your lip, still slick with his spit. As badly as you wanted to—desperately wanted to—the way he’d lurched forward to capture your mouth with his when he was in the middle of crying on your shoulder had told you his motives weren’t exactly pure.

“You can’t just—” He was leaning forward again, you barely dodged him, and your already fragile willpower was weakening by the second. “You’re sad, okay, this isn’t how you fix—that.”

JJ grabbed the hair at the nape of your neck, holding onto you tightly as he clumsily pulled you back to him. He was so warm. His mouth was hot and he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, angling your head to get a better angle. You couldn’t stop the moan that you let out into his mouth, which only made him attack your lips more fervently.

It could’ve been seconds or minutes or years with JJ’s tongue exploring your mouth, you had no idea, it was like you couldn’t think when he was touching you like this. It wasn’t until he pressed his body closer to yours and you felt the outline of his dick through his shorts, shoving up against the front of your panties, that you were snapped out of it again.

You gave a pitchy whine at the pressure, pulling back, and he chased your lips with his.

“JJ—you need to—can you just—” He was interrupting you, kissing you to stop you from talking while he rolled his hips harder against yours. You held your breath to stop the loud whimper threatening to be heard, shifting your weight at the feeling of your panties sticking to you.

“Not like this, please.” Your voice caught in your throat, and this time he gave you the benefit of an answer, at least.

“Not like what?” JJ asked, still an inch from your face.

“It’s not like I don’t want you… I just mean, I don’t wanna. Y’know. Just cause you’re sad and don’t wanna think about it.”

He nodded slowly. “What if I said I already wanted ya? Would that… change your mind?” His words were slow, the look in his eyes all hazy.

You swallowed thickly. It took you a second, but you managed to shake your head. “No.”

He let out a long, slow breath, pressing his forehead against yours. If it were anyone else you’d think they were feverish, but you’d come to learn that was just JJ. He was always a million degrees, his skin was like the surface of the sun.

“Let me eat you out, then.”

You choked out: “What?”

“Please.” He mumbled. “Don’t wanna think about things. Just let me eat your pussy. It’ll feel s’good, I swear. It’ll be good f’both of us, right?”

He wasn’t waiting for an answer, not really. His fingers were sneaking up the inside of your thigh, breaching your shorts to rub you through your panties, and he gave a tiny smile as he felt your arousal soaking through. He was close enough that you were sure he could hear your heartbeat thundering, your breath picking up more than it already had. You dug your teeth into your swollen lip painfully to contain the sounds that wanted to come out.

You didn’t say anything. He just fumbled with the button of your little shorts, tugged them down a little bit, not all the way. You wanted to squeeze your eyes shut and pretend this wasn’t happening, like that way you wouldn’t be complicit in it, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him when he got down on his knees in front of you to slot his head between your thighs.

JJ didn’t even look human, with his blonde hair a total mess from dragging his hands through it, perfectly carved shoulders rippling as he held your thighs apart, his eyes half-lidded and hazy. He looked you dead in the face when he connected his mouth to you, wasting no time dragging his tongue through your folds to collect the moisture before wrapping his lips around your clit.

Whimpers and whines fell from your mouth, which had fallen open in surprise, and JJ held intense eye contact with you, watching your face and devouring every overwhelmed, pleasured expression. Every sound and tensing of your body in reaction to him spurred him on. The way your eyes rolled back, fingers wrapped in his hair for some semblance of grounding had him sliding his middle finger inside of you, pumping it in and out easily from the way you were gushing all over the couch. You jolted from the sudden stimulation, leaving your head practically empty aside from him, and his fingers, and his mouth devouring you.

When he pushed you over the edge to your relief you were crying out desperately, yanking sharply at his hair as you tried to move away from the pleasure that was overwhelming you.

“Don’t fuckin’ run.” JJ mumbled against your pussy, pulling your hips forward and flush against his face so you were forced to ride out the waves of your orgasm against his mouth, clenching around his finger as it curled inside of you.

The room was dead silent aside from the way your own heartbeat thundered in your ears, when he let your hips go and pulled your shorts back up for you. He wiped his hand off on them in a way that made you grimace, and his face caught the light and illuminated the way it glistened, his mouth and his chin and his nose shiny with your juices. The tears had dried, his red-rimmed eyes the only proof he’d been crying just some minutes prior. You stared at him with wide eyes, though he leaned forward to give you one last sloppy kiss, harshly pressing his lips to yours and prying your mouth open with his so you could taste yourself on him. Once he was satisfied, he wiped his face off with his hand, grinning.

Your fucked-out mumble was half sarcastic: “Feel better?”

He was still grinning, giving one last sniffle before he replied: “Much.”

Jawbreaker

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Who knew that asking your boyfriend's best friend for help with your sex life would make your boyfriend very angry...

warnings: DUB-CON, slightly toxic relationship, Rafe is mean but what else is new, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies 

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Rafe’s groans were loud above you—as they always were—and while his satisfaction made you feel good about yourself and your efforts, the tight grip he had on your hair reminded you of your shame. Truthfully, you didn’t think you had done anything shameful—you were only trying to do something nice for your boyfriend—but as Rafe had stared you down with that deep frown on his face and the slight curl of his upper lip…

You realized very quickly that you had done something very wrong.

Rafe slightly lifted his hips off of his bed, forcing the length of his cock further past your lips. All of the saliva on his length made the intrusion smooth and easy, but it also made you feel a tad gross, but you recalled what Topper had said.

“Blowjobs are…dirty work,” he’d said while rubbing the back of his head. “The messier it is, the better.”

He’d shrugged at you, and despite the way those words made you frown, you believed him. Not only was he a guy, but he was Rafe’s best friend, and so he had to know what he liked. That was what drove you to seek out Topper for help to begin with. That and the fact that Sarah had given you a firm no when you’d initially gone to her. Something about feeling weird giving you sex advice all the while knowing it was going to be used on her brother.

“It never hurts to…spit on it,” the younger blond had advised.

Sex was already wet and sweaty and involved swapping bodily fluids, but something about spit just never…settled with you. With that being said, you took his advice and did just that, pulling your lips off of Rafe’s cock for only a moment to spit on the tip. When Rafe cursed from above you, you knew that you did something right, but it seemed that it clicked for him on how you knew to do that, and he was shoving himself back into your mouth again.

“Did Topper teach you that? Huh?” he sneered from above you, lifting his hips over and over again to drive himself between your swollen lips.

It brought tears to your eyes, not because it hurt, but because it became clear early on that this was just as much a gift for Rafe as it was a punishment for you. The sound of your mouth swallowing him repeatedly was loud in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by the blond’s uneven breathing. Your nose almost touched Rafe’s stomach, and you made a noise deep in your throat.

Your boyfriend heard it.

“I should make you gag on it, you know that?” he breathed. “I should break that pretty little jaw.”

His hand guided your head over him, rhythmically bobbing your head over his lap, and when you stole a peek, your tearful gaze met Rafe’s even one. As your eyes met, you felt…torn. Rafe looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Those blue eyes the most expressive you’ve ever seen them, his pink lips parted, and his dirty blonde hair with a mind of its own. You really, really liked him seeing like this, but…

Those blue eyes weren’t just dripping with desire for his sweet girlfriend. Rafe was also angry—pissed—and although you struggled to grasp why at first, you were slowly beginning to understand. Rafe had a habit of losing his cool if some guy even so much as looked at you the wrong way, but even still, Topper was his best friend and you were his girlfriend. You were two people he trusted the most, and that was why you’d had no hesitation in being honest with him.

“...and what were you doing at Topper’s?” was what he’d asked you less than thirty minutes ago.

When he’d asked you about your day, it had sort of slipped out without you even realizing it, and your lips had parted at the realization you’d ruined the surprise. A frown had formed between your brows, and you’d struggled to come up with a lie, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“He was helping me with something.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it was too vague of an answer for Rafe’s liking, and your boyfriend had stepped closer, his face pinched as he looked between your eyes.

“What was Topper helping you with that I couldn’t help you with?”

Your lips had opened and closed, struggling with what to say to him.

“It’s a surprise,” you’d said to him in a small voice.

You’d given him a small smile, but Rafe hadn’t returned it, and that was the first inkling you felt that something was wrong. Rafe’s house was empty—his entire family out—and he’d moved closer to you, tilting his head.

“...and have you ever known me to like surprises?”

You’d thought about it for a few moments before eventually shaking your head, shoulders sagging a bit.

“No…but you will like this one,” you’d answered, perking up with a smile and gently tugging on his shirt.

Again, Rafe hadn’t returned it, and you’d started to think that he wouldn’t like your surprise, after all, but he was a guy, and Sarah said that all guys loved getting their dicks sucked. Besides, it was among the many things you’d come across on Rafe’s laptop one day, links and videos full of people—women—doing things that you’d never done with him, things he’d never even brought up with you.

While it wasn’t like you thought he’d leave you over whatever you didn’t do for him, it still left a bad taste in your mouth. Sure, Rafe told you all the time that he loved what he loved about you and that he’d kill for you—something that made you a tad uncomfortable actually—but there was something about knowing Rafe desired much more than you were actively giving to him.

Did he not think you’d want to? Or that maybe you weren’t capable?

“Well, where is this surprise that you had to go to my best friend for?” he wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Here?” you’d wondered, to which he nodded. “Now?”

Again, Rafe nodded, face stony, and you gave him a soft okay.

It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him, gently pressing your lips to his before parting them. As you coaxed his tongue out of his mouth, you reached for his folded arms, slowly pulling them apart before letting your hands drift to the waistband of his pants. At that, Rafe stopped you, and you pulled back slightly with a frown.

You were in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t be the first time you and Rafe did stuff in some place other than a bedroom, so you didn’t think that was why he stopped you. You found out that you were right.

When your eyes met Rafe’s, he was frowning at you with a different kind of frown now, and he slowly looked between your eyes as he studied your face. Excitement buzzed through your body as he just looked at you, but when his hands tightened on your wrists, your brow twitched, and you blinked.

“I don’t care about the surprise anymore—fuck the surprise, actually. What exactly did you and Topper do this afternoon?”

His tone and his voice had you shrinking in on yourself, and this was the moment that you realized Rafe was mad. Your lips parted as he stared down his nose at you, and when his hold grew tighter, you winced.

“I… I wanted to learn how to give you a good blowjob.”

It was the first time you were sure you’d ever seen Rafe just…freeze. The kitchen grew completely silent, and the air between you felt oddly off. Your boyfriend just stared at you for what felt like a long time, and for a moment, you started to wonder if he’d even heard you. Like you, he started to open and close his mouth a few times before eventually deciding on just snapping it shut. You watched Rafe’s jaw clench, and when he swiped his tongue between his lips, his chest was brushing yours.

“Topper…taught you…how to give a good blowjob.”

He said the words slowly, and you nodded in confirmation of the statement.

“I know that’s what you like, and-.”

“So, you gave Topper a blowjob?”

“No!”

The word came out so loud that it startled you, but Rafe’s question had startled you even more. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, and as his own words hung in the air, you realized the cause for his sour mood. The thought actually made you chuckle, because Topper had been terrified of the same thing when you first went to him.

“We didn’t do anything that you and I would do,” you sweetly told him. “He just told me and showed me what to do.”

It was practically the same words you’d said to Topper when he also misunderstood you, but oddly enough, it hadn’t seemed to calm him down. He’d still been jittery and nervous, forcing you to basically beg him for his help. Even weirder, the clarification didn’t seem to calm Rafe down either, and you watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

His gaze briefly landed on the ceiling as he nodded.

“He just…told you and showed you what to do,” Rafe repeated, and you’d been dating him long enough to notice certain patterns with his tone.

You felt yourself shrinking a bit—deflating—and tears had kissed your eyes.

“I feel like you’re mad.”

Rafe had let out a laugh, but you struggled to find the humor in the situation. When your boyfriend looked at you again, he was stepping towards you, forcing you back. He was shaking his head at you—in that way that didn’t make you feel good—and you were suddenly reminded of the times when he wasn’t so nice to you and even made you cry.

“I know…I know that it takes you a little bit longer than everyone else to catch up sometimes,” he whispered, letting your hand go to gently take your chin between his fingers. “I know that.”

You struggled to piece together what he meant by that, and when you finally did, he was already insulting you again.

“...but you went to another man to help you learn how to go down, and you’re wondering if I’m mad?”

Rafe just stared at you, brows raised, and you slowly realized that he was expecting you to say something. With the knowledge that he initially thought you cheated on him, you were starting to see how Rafe might not see this from your eyes. Both Sarah and Rafe had repeatedly told you that everyone didn’t think like you did, but you hadn’t cheated on Rafe, so you were really struggling to understand his anger, right now.

You’d done it for him.

“I just wanted to make you happy,” you’d whispered.

At those words, you watched as Rafe’s eyes glazed over, and he stared you down with a look you couldn’t place. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and when he let you go, the blood rushed through your arm again. Your boyfriend took a step back before raising his arm in a gesture towards the stairs.

“Well, let’s go…”

You’d straightened at the shift in his demeanor.

“Show me what he taught you, and make me happy.”

That was how you found yourself on your knees with Rafe’s cock in your mouth, and his hand on your head. He was rough, but you’d expected it because Rafe often was. However, you also accepted that there was an added layer to that because he was pissed off. You’d genuinely gone to Topper for help and to do something for your boyfriend in return for all he’d done for you.

Yes, Rafe could be mean sometimes, but he always told you he was sorry and made up for it by putting a gift in your hand. He wasn’t perfect, no, but neither were you. You knew how imperfect you were, how frustrating you could be—something your parents had never failed to be honest with you about—and so you didn’t expect from him what even you yourself didn’t live up to.

Besides, Rafe was always looking out for you—at parties, at the mall, and even in your own home when you had another near miss. He was always buying you any dress you wanted, and he was more sweet than he was mean. At least, you thought so. He often ran you baths and detangled your hair and helped you pick out what blush or lipgloss to put on. He enjoyed dressing you up, and you enjoyed letting him.

Your life just seemed to flow so much easier and smoother since you started dating Rafe.

…and you’d always known you weren’t the brightest person in the room, so whenever Rafe expressed his frustration with that, you tried not to let it get to you. This time was different though. This time you’d gone out of your way to try and do something nice for him, to try and be a better girlfriend to make him happy…and he wasn’t happy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafe snapped when you pulled away, letting him fall out of your mouth.

He sat up and looked down at you as you knelt on the floor, arms crossed over your chest. With one look into your eyes, your boyfriend huffed, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.

“You’re being mean,” you tearfully told him.

“No shit,” he bit out, reaching for you, but you reared back.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you!”

“By going to my best friend and asking him to teach you how to suck my dick, are you crazy?”

“How else was I supposed to surprise you, Rafe? Was I supposed to take notes from all of those videos on your computer?”

A silence descended over you, and you avoided his gaze. You could feel him staring at you, and you continued to look at the wall behind him.

“Is that what this is about?” he eventually sighed.

“You like it, otherwise you wouldn’t watch it. Any of it…”

A blowjob seemed the easiest barrier to cross, but you had worried yourself a bit on how you’d ever hype yourself up into doing any of that other stuff. You’d told yourself one step at a time, but who knew that what you thought would be the easiest would cause all of this. You angrily wiped away a stray tear.

“Come here…come here,” Rafe repeated himself when you didn’t budge, reaching for you and pulling you between his knees again.

He took your face into his hands and forced you to look at him. Rafe didn’t look as angry, now, eyes softer, and he brushed his thumb along your mouth.

“If I wanted to do everything I watched then we’d be in trouble.”

He chuckled to himself, but you didn’t laugh.

“Then why watch it?” you whispered, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“It’s like putting on a football game.”

“Rafe, I saw some woman getting fucked by three men at once. No way you’re comparing that to football…”

“I’m just saying…” he started, leaning in and kissing you. “It’s not a big deal and especially not enough to where you need to go running to Topper for help on our sex life.”

His hand found it’s way to your throat.

“You want to know how to make me happy then you come to me,” he lowly said against your lips. “That’ll make me happier than any surprise, you understand?”

You nodded at that, and his hand moved to your hair again as he leaned back.

“Now spit on it, baby, just like you did before.”

You did, and soon after, Rafe was in your mouth again.

His hips wouldn’t stay still as you sucked in your cheeks around him, a sound leaving your boyfriend that you were sure you’d never even heard before. The groans that left him were animalistic, and you were shocked by how much it turned you on. You didn’t think that focusing on pleasuring Rafe would be so exciting, but it filled you with something that made you feel proud.

“Use your hand,” you heard him breathe.

You recalled Topper mentioning that, and you brought your hand up to wrap around what your lips couldn’t. Rafe lifted his hips again, one hand on your hair and the other on your wrist. When he softly told you to bring up your other hand, you didn’t quite understand why until he took it and placed it under his shaft. You played with him there, and Rafe’s satisfied moan reached your ears.

You bobbed your head over him for a while, taking in the taste of him and every sound he made. He sucked air through his teeth when you flattened your tongue against his cock, dragging it along him as you continued to suck him. All the while, you progressively grew wetter and wetter, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed. When Rafe started to sit up—albeit with difficulty—confusion filled you. It only grew when he pulled you off of him, completely standing now.

He looked down at you and you looked up at him as he rested his hands on the sides of your head.

“Open your mouth for me,” he purred. “Keep it open just like that.”

On instinct, you reached out to grip the back of his thighs as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Something about it turned you on even more, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes? You could certainly see them better from this angle, and the blue of them looked so much darker to you as Rafe watched his cock disappear into your mouth.

Maybe it was the way you could see his chest heaving, quickly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe from how you were making him feel. His button down was open, and your eyes took in the slight glisten on his chest from the sweat. Your eyes traced his skin in the low light and then eventually his hair and how it hung along his forehead, kissing the skin there.

Or maybe…just maybe…you liked the feeling of Rafe using you.

You were completely still as he fucked your mouth, keeping your lips parted and your tongue flat for him. You liked being on your knees and letting Rafe use you as a means to an end, letting him use you to chase his high that would no doubt end in him spilling himself down your throat. You could tell that Rafe liked it too, your boyfriend not taking his eyes off of you once.

The choked gasps and groans from his mouth got louder and louder, and even if he wasn’t holding your head in place, you were sure you would’ve still remained there to let him come in your mouth, ropes of warmth hitting the back of your throat and tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.

Rafe stroked your cheeks as he came, his breathing slowly becoming even again, and when he moved your head, you slid your lips along his cock one last time, tongue sliding against his length and swallowing anything left behind.

“Good girl,” you heard him murmur from above you.

When Rafe bent down to kiss you, you lifted yourself a bit to help him, smiling against his lips. His hand twisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, and you moaned into the kiss.

“You were just trying to be a good girlfriend, huh,” he whispered into your mouth.

You frantically nodded at that, happy that he wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“I guess I can’t fault you for that,” he hummed. “...but I’m still going to have to kick Topper’s ass.”

you and jj liked to fuck to horror movies.

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the details on how it all started were fuzzy. you didn’t even like horror— could barely stomach all the jumpscares, the blood, the gore. the boy would force you to watch the films anyway (they were all he had available, all he bothered to buy anyway), loving how you would curl up next to him shakily, a firm hand on his bicep as you pressed yourself impossibly close to his side. he liked to whisper in your ear how he’d protect you, or sometimes trash you for jumping at the tamest of scares.

sometimes, when you got a little too freaked out, he’d take your face in one hand, squishing the fat of your cheeks unflatteringly as he slid his tongue into your mouth, sloppily wrapping the muscle around your own and angling to shove it deeper into your mouth. he was almost as gross as some of his movies about it, but it calmed you down right away.

one night you’d eased yourself sideways onto his lap, face hiding pathetically in the crease of his neck as you tried to block out the screen from your line of vision. jj, seemingly too interested in what was happening onscreen, surmised the best solution at that moment was to slowly reach his hand down your panties and rub slow, comforting circles onto your clit.

“jay?”

“shh, just focus on me, sweetcheeks.”

you couldn’t understand exactly how that was possible, given that every sound emitting from the tv had you near shrieking. you opened your mouth to tell him he was being ridiculous, but he caught on before you could manage— bringing his lips to your neck as he dipped his fingers into you simultaneously. you stifled a moan, head still buried in the crook of his neck.

“good?” he asked softly, eyes still glued to the screen, fingers still working their way inside of you. you managed a nod, lifting your head to look at him.

against your will, you caught sight of the movie in your peripheral, just as the movie threw another lousy jumpscare on screen. your hand flies to your mouth to conceal your scream, but jj angles his fingers against that spot in your walls at the same time, and your eyes widen as you let out a pornographic moan instead— adrenaline and fear mixing deliciously with the pleasure delivered by jj and his hands.

he stops for a second, looking down at you with his brows furrowed, the way he normally does when the wheels in his brain turn as he formulates a plan. you feel him shift under you, his hard-on now evident against the curve of your ass.

he whispers to you, “keep your eyes on the movie,”— so low you can barely hear it, but the assertiveness of it sends shivers down your spine so severe you don’t even question what was asked of you.

his hands move faster now, teeth gritted as he now watches you and your fear-filled eyes on the television. he waits, knowing another scare is soon to come up, before pressing his thumb to your clit as he pumps two fingers into your now sopping wet cunt, groaning when he feels you clench around him when you let out a scream-moan— adrenaline rushing through your veins, the foreign feeling so intense it brings you to orgasm almost immediately. jj watches you, mouth agape as he slows his movements, panting heavily as you stare at each other wordlessly. he dips to press a sloppy, wet hot kiss to your mouth before you feel him move inside you again, this time faster— desperate to get you to cum like that again.

now, every time movie night rolls around, he makes sure your back is pressed to his chest, a protective hand held at the back of your neck, ensuring your eyes stay glued on the tv, as he fucks up into you for the third time that night.

Uhm?!?? Yess!!! I’ll take 14 of them, NEOWWW

Kinda dark!JJ maybank x reader concept

Thinking about pervy and obsessed JJ.

JJ maybank is one of your closest friends. He's always flirty and playful, but with you it's different. With you, every little moment never feels like enough. Every time you're around, he's intoxicated.

It's not enough that he makes you laugh so hard you sound out of breath when you say his name. He craves to hear the way you would sound as he drills into you. He tries to picture the way you would whine his name when he jerks his cock.

It's not enough that JJ gets to see you in that bikini. Of course he's going to take photos and videos when he thinks no one's looking. He tries his best to be subtle about it, taking as many as he can from the low angle.

He realises later that he likes it that way. It's not a professional shoot but something you are completely unaware of. The angles may be awkward but when he's touching himself he feel's like watching you isn't such a bad idea.

And soon enough, that's exactly what he's doing, watching you through your bedroom window.

For the first few nights he just watches you sleep, so peaceful and unaware. He loves seeing you like this, but he can barely contain his excitement when he finally catches you touching himself.

From where he's hiding he definitely can't hear you, and the view isn't head on. It's not like you're standing right in front of the window hoping to be seen. Still, he thinks this is perfect. Even if his phone isn't the best quality in this lighting, JJ isn't going to miss this opportunity. Occasionally he pans the camera down to his painfully hard cock, showing the camera exactly how you make him feel.

He whines and whispers, talking to you, even though he and his phone are the only ones to hear him. He tells you how fucking perfect you are as you give him a show. He whines your name and promises when he gets his chance, he will make you feel incredible. Because while this will do for now, it's simply not enough.

♡ it’s that time of year again, and kook!sweetheart!reader is here and ready to kiss for charity in her annual kissing booth! however, rafe is first in line.. and a peck on the cheek is not the only thing he’s interested in

warnings: s1!rafe, flirty banter, dirty talk, heavy petting, fingering, overstimulation, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, multiple orgasms

a/n: now presenting… ‘KISSING BOOTH’ 🤍 i was so obsessed with this idea, i had came up with it last year but decided i should wait for valentine’s day to write it, so to say it’s been a long time coming is an understatement! i’m so excited for this valentine’s day celebration, i hope you all will love it <3

link: VALENTINE’S DAY CELEBRATION ໒꒰ྀི｡- ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

wc: 1.5k

“wow, it looks like cupid threw up in here.” you smiled at the familiar voice, your best friend rolling her eyes when she saw the way your cheeks heated at rafe’s teasing words. while she thought rafe was annoying and insufferable, you absolutely adored him, always laughing at his lame jokes and letting him hold you close at parties as if to let everyone know that you were off limits. “you don’t like the way i decorated the booth?” you pouted up at him as he leaned over the front counter, a smug grin gracing his features. “yeah, it’s cute..” he trailed off, “but are you really gonna kiss some random assholes for a fuckin’ dollar?”

you sighed, pointing towards the tip jar. “it’s for charity, rafe.. and i’m not really ‘kissing’ anyone, i’m barely grazing their cheek!” rafe scoffed before studying you for a moment. you were such a pretty thing, the idea of some losers waiting in line to get something as little as a peck from you made his blood boil. “how much money do you have to make today?” he was fishing in his pocket for his wallet before you even answered. “i would like to make at least three hundred dollars.” you watched him curiously as he managed to get some crisp bills out of the expensive leather.

“i’ll do you one better, and give you five hundred dollars to ditch this joint right now.” you blinked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “are you serious?” he dropped the money in the jar that you decorated with pink heart-shaped stickers and red rhinestones. “yeah, but i don’t just want a kiss..” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, “i’d rather see those pretty, sparkly lips wrapped around my cock instead, yeah?” you felt butterflies flutter in your tummy, your needy gaze meeting his own. “come on, baby.” he took your hand in his, his thumb rubbing into your skin.

swallowing thickly, you glanced over at your bestie. “i can’t leave her to do this all by herself..” just as you were going to apologize and tell him maybe another time, she took the money out of the jar and placed it into an envelope. “i’m gonna go turn this money in to the charity organizers and close up shop, ‘looks like the boys of kildare will have to be kissed by someone else today.” you giggled, motioning for rafe to come inside once your friend left. he wasted no time, locking the wooden door shut as you closed the window, moving the silky red curtain over the glass.

rafe’s hands were palming the soft flesh of your ass in an instant, his large hands shamelessly flipping up your skirt to get a better grip on your skin. despite the small amount of pain he drew from squeezing you so hard, you still moaned blissfully when he took you in a sloppy kiss, his tongue wetting your bottom lip in the process. “you’re so sweet, y’know that? letting me have my way with you like this.” without warning, rafe took ahold of your thighs before hiking you up onto the counter. “i’ve been wanting to know how you taste for so long..” he groaned, both of you moaning as he rubbed you through your panties.

moving your hands to run down his chest, you and rafe shared a look before he slowly peeled back the pink lace. “all i gotta do is chat you up, and you’re already soaked like this?” he laughed incredulously, “fuck, you’re just dying for it.” you couldn’t help but whimper when he gathered the pool of slick between your folds, circling your clit slow and hard before popping his digits into his mouth. “rafe!” you’re shocked but so turned on at the same time, the look of pure disbelief on your face making him smile in amusement. “as much as i’d love to eat this sweet pussy, i need to feel you wrapped around me even more.”

fingertips hooking in the waistband of your panties, rafe slid the material down your legs before placing them in his pocket. “i’m keeping these for later, ‘that alright?” you nodded frantically, spreading your thighs open for him before he stroked your glossy slit. “m’gonna stretch you out just right..” you gasped, your eyebrows knitting together as he slowly inserted his middle finger. “shit, you’re so tight.” he smiled down at you, watching as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “if you think this is a stretch, just wait til’ i have my cock inside of you.”

rafe was knuckle deep at this point, your pretty moans giving him all the encouragement he needed to insert another finger. “oh, god!” your heel clad feet began shaking when his palm met your swollen clit, the pressure making you keen. rafe fisted your ponytail, pulling your head down so you could watch him curl his digits in order to hit that soft, gummy spot inside of you. your top was out of place, your tits threatening to spill out of your bra as rafe used his free hand to keep your chin pointed down. the closer you got to your orgasm, the more you tried to pull away from him, the intensity of your climax already coiling tight in your tummy.

rafe let go of your hair and pinned you down by your hip as he pushed you over the edge, the band in your stomach finally snapping as you came undone. you cried out, your nails raking down his forearm as he hissed at the stinging sensation. “you’re doing so fucking good, holy shit!” he cursed, the sound of your slick juices making your cheeks heat. you shook and writhed beneath him, your heart beating in your ears as you felt the pure unadulterated pleasure wrack through your system. surely, it couldn’t get better than this.. right?

wrong.

rafe wasn’t lying when he said the stretch from his fingers was nothing compared to the stretch of his cock, the tip of his length now kissing your poor cervix with each thrust. “t-too much! rafe, slow down!” he ignored your pleas, instead taking your arms and pinning them to your back so you couldn’t push against his abs anymore. you swore if it wasn’t for him holding your leg up, you would’ve fallen to the ground already. “ah, nah you got it, pretty girl.” he leaned down, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “this is all you, sweetheart, you’re sucking me in like a fucking vice.” he panted.

rafe was close, but he meant what he said earlier— he needed to see you on your knees for him, he needed to see those swollen lips wrapped around his cock just like how he’s imagined for so long. just when rafe felt like he was going to fill up your cunt, he pulled out, quickly pushing you to the floor so he could use your throat instead. you’ve given him complete control, and the power to throw you around as he got you on your knees, kicking your thighs apart so he could see the mess you made between your legs. rafe nearly came when he saw you open your mouth so willingly for him, almost like it was your instinct to take him whole.

taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth, rafe kept the cotton material out of the way as he slid between your lips with ease. you were so warm and so wet, and just so, so, so pretty with your mouth full, he took a breath before tugging at the roots of your hair. “make me fuckin’ cum,” your eyes widened slightly when he whimpered, the sound making you take him even further until your nose was nudging at his base, “oh, what the fuck, what the fuck—” he was done for as soon as you swallowed around him, your eyes watering with tears as you felt the warm ropes of his seed paint your throat.

rafe kept your head in place, his jaw slack as he emptied himself inside of you. it wasn’t until you tapped on his leg that he pulled you off, a strangled gasp leaving your lips as you finally sucked in a breath. he felt dazed, just the same way you did. “damn, sweetheart, should i bribe you more often?” you laughed, accepting the hand he held out for you. standing up on shaky legs, rafe got his shorts on, helping you readjust your clothing shortly after. “you don’t have to bribe me..” despite just doing the most filthiest things you’ve ever done, you still couldn’t help but feel shy underneath the intensity of his stare.

rafe kissed you, taking your hand in his before placing another kiss to your knuckles. “come on,” he poked his head out of the booth to make sure no one was around, “let’s get you back to my place, i need to get my head between those thighs like asap.”

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes protected sex AND unprotected sex, p in v, the L word, soft!rafe i guess.

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rafe's fingers dig softly into your skin, holding onto your jaw to keep your head facing him, laid on your side with him behind you ─ thrusting his cock into your dripping walls slowly, blue eyes boring into yours, pupils blown and eyes soft. his eyes never leave yours, watching every emotion run through them, engrossed in the way your jaw falls slack when his hips shift slightly ─ his pink tip brushing against your cervix.

his brows furrow as he mimics your face, jaw falling slack in awe as he watches your face contort in pleasure, watching the way your eyelashes flutter and your eyes blink shut, empathetic groans falling from his pink lips every time you moan and whimper for him ─ your pleasure fueling his in a way he doesn't understand, pink tip leaking into the condom every time you acknowledge him and his cock, how good he makes you feel.

rafe blanks when your irises meet his again, plump lips parting to speak, lips covered in mixed saliva and your salty tears of pleasure ─ his cock twitching painfully when your soft and broken voice whimpers out an, "i love you.", his eyes widening and his whole being snapping, the feeling of being loved, being told he's loved unlocking something primal in him ─ an almost whimper leaving his dry throat as his weight pushes you completely onto your tummy, his cock pistoning into you at a speed that has your mouthwatering.

he feels almost pathetic as he begs, "say it again." "tell me you love me.", cock twitching every time you obey, the three words falling from your pretty lips with a cry, his mind mush and his cock painfully hard, biting back whimpers and moans of your name with his teeth, biting the plush of his bottom lip hard. his weight crushing, chest flush against your back, ass pressed against his abdomen.

he almost cries when you reach back, placing a hand on his abdomen to stop him, pushing his weight back until his cock springs out of you ─ condom coated in a thick layer of your wetness, creamy arousal almost dripping off of the condom as you pull it off, his eyes rolling back as you guide his bare cock back into your tight, gummy walls ─ moaning wildly as he fucks you raw, tight cunt drawing his cock in close.

he's whimpering your name when your shaking your head no when he pants in your ear, asking if you're on birth control ─ his head falling forward against your sweat covered neck when your cunt flutters around him, telling him what it wants so sweetly, begging to milk his bare cock dry, his hot breath panting against your neck ─ jaw slack and open lips brushing against your shoulder as he cums, hot spurts of cum filling your precious cunt, chants of, "i love you too." falling from his lips like a prayer. he'd be a foolish man not to love you back.

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BF!RAFE CAMERON TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY

mature content ; mdni ┆smut

oh, rafe knew you’d be tight—he’d fantasised about it, spent too many nights stroking himself to the thought of stretching you open, making you take him inch by inch—but fuck, this is something else entirely. you’re trembling beneath him, soft little gasps catching in your throat as he works himself inside, inch by agonizing inch. and he’s watching you, drinking in every shiver, every sharp inhale, every flutter of your lashes as you try to take all of him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans. fingers dig into your hips, steadying you, holding you in place as if he’s afraid you’ll try to pull away. but you don’t. no, you whimper and squirming just a little, and the way your walls clench down on him makes his mind go blank. he wants to be gentle. he really does. but you’re so warm, so tight, so fucking perfect wrapped around him that it takes everything in him not to just stab himself into you and fuck you properly.

“too much?” his voice is strained, a thread away from snapping. you shake your head, eyes glazed, lips parted, and he swears he almost busts right there.

she’s mine.

the thought sears through him like a brand, like he’s carving himself into you with every slow, deep thrust. and that’s exactly what he wants—to ruin you, to make sure you never forget this, never forget him. he wants you to feel him tomorrow, to carry the imprint of his touch in every step and ache, in lingering warmth between your thighs.

“good girl,” he rasps, dragging his lips down your throat, tasting the heat of your skin, the sweat beading there. his hand slides down, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs, and you cry out, body arching into him. oh, he loves that sound. loves how your hands scrabble at his back, leaving scratches he’ll wear with pride.

S1 RAFE FUCKING NEW TOPPER’S GF

the sound of your phone ringing was suppressed by the sound of your moans and whines as rafe tried to push his way through your tight walls, with them squeezing hard already around just his tip. your boyfriend's name had meanwhile appeared on the screen, calling insistently.

“fuckin’ sake” rafe spat out, coming all the way in with a hard movement of his hips, his fingers pressing into your reddening and soft thighs. “turn it off” he ordered, starting with a hard, messy rhythm, making his head fall back with a grunt. but you didn’t even know what he was talking about, arching your back as you only thought about getting your head fucked out by him and his heavenly ways.

your phone kept ringing, and with every little sound it made, his thrusts became harder; his frustration growing just like the bubbling feeling in your belly. with little movement of his arm, he quickly turned off the phone, before landing his hand back on your hip with a slap, making you quickly open your eyes that had been closed from too much stimulation, whimpering pathetically. “i don’t want— i don’t want fuckin’ interruptions, got it?” his voice was heavy, breathless even more as he moved to adjust his angle, which he was still unsatisfied with.

in response, you gave him a small nod, but it clearly wasn’t enough. he grabbed you by the neck, lifting your head slightly as he ran a finger over your quivering bottom lip, tugging it down even more “use your words, pretty. i want to feel you louder than you’ve ever been”

“y-yes” you breathed out, your face twisting in pleasure, and dragging your fingers down his back — leaving sinful marks all over his bare skin. he hissed slightly at the sensation, but god did he love it. as the pace increased, your moans filling the room entirely, replacing the silence, your phone started ringing again.

rafe, without your permission, took the phone without any further words, all while lifting your leg to put it on his shoulder. answering the call, the first thing topper heard was the loud moan you let out as rafe hit that sweet spot that had you completely, and the boy couldn’t help but smirk as he spoke for you. “shit— y’need somethin’, top? callin’ with such urgency, huh?” his quietness and fake innocence, mixed with the sounds of his balls slamming against you harder and harder, were deafening to your boyfriend who was on the other hand.

“rafe?” that was all topper said in a broken whisper, before being also interrupted by rafe groaning again, speaking into the microphone rapidly. “fuck, man, you may need to wait a minute— i’m makin’ your girl cum, yeah? i’ll call you later” and with that, he hung up without any useless words, not losing his speed for a second. in fact, true to his words, with his name over and over again cried out by you, you came hard around him. rafe following close behind, inside you, without a condom.

— summary: zach is the best boyfriend you’d ever had, he loves you, cares about you, he’s gentle with you.. but his twin brother, rafe, tempts you one night, and you can’t help but fall for it.

— warnings: smut! 18+ cheating!!! drunk!reader, aggressive!rafe, throat fucking, unprotected sex, choking, smacking, praise, degrading, iii think that’s all.

— note: @rafesthroatbaby is the fucking devil for sending me this ask she got for this idea 😩🥵 as always- likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🩷

❥ boyfriends brother — r.c

zach. he was the sweetest, most loving man you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

he was sexy, captain of the men’s soccer team at your college, he had a good job lined up for him after graduation, he was everything you could have ever dreamed of and more.

but his brother… oh his twin brother, rafe.

rafe was zach’s polar opposite, no interest in sports, or working, he wasn’t sweet, he wasn’t kind or loving, but he was definitely sexy.

it was something about rafe’s mean demeanor that had you soaking your panties anytime he was around, anytime he’d throw a mean remark your way, or anytime he and zach would be arguing, you couldn’t help but ache. the sight of rafe angry, veins bulging in his neck and hands as he shouted the harshest things at his twin brother, it made you feel ways you knew were wrong.

you’d swore you’d never act on your feelings for rafe, swore you’d never let him tempt you. there was no way you’d ever sleep with your boyfriends brother.

and to be fair, you’d kept that promise… until tonight.

zach was out of town for the weekend, celebrating with his team for winning the biggest soccer game of the season. you had been staying at the cameron household for weeks, and this weekend was no different, you were used to being left at their home when zach wasn’t around.

you’re sat on the couch, downing your tenth glass of wine, head buzzing from the alcohol that was coursing through your veins. you were getting ready to call it a night, standing from your spot on the couch when a familiar low and raspy voice says your name, making your muscles tense, arousal already beginning to soak your panties.

“what’re you doing? drinking all by yourself?”

you glance up, eyes meeting rafe’s bright blue ones. he was wearing nothing but a pair of baby blue sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his perfectly tanned and toned chest and abdomen on display.

you shakily move your hand to grab your wine glass and the half drank bottle from the table, stuttering out a response in the process. “uh… y-yeah. i- the alcohol helps me.. uh- it helps me sleep”

rafe takes a step toward you, his head hung low before he slowly lifts it back up, eyes scanning the length of your body. you suck in a shaky breath, rolling your head from side to side as you try and gain your composure.

“yeah? you know what helps me sleep..” he pauses, taking a few more slow steps toward you until he’s standing directly in front of you, his large hands making their way to your face and pushing a strand of hair behind your ear, “sex.. yeah it uh, it helps me sleep”

you tense underneath his touch, the feeling of his fingers brushing over your skin sending a shiver down your spine.

you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze to the floor beneath you, “uh, yeah.. that uh, that’s a good way to sleep too”

rafe places his index finger and thumb on your chin, lifting your head back up, forcing your eyes on him. you feel your breathing accelerate, your heart pounding so loudly in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

he dips his head down, lips ghosting over yours. you press your palms firmly against his chest, trying to shove him back, but he grips at your wrists with his free hand, shoving them back down to your sides, “don’t try and tell me you don’t think of me in the ways i think of you, i know you want me. zach doesn’t know how to properly take care of a girl like you, a fucking whore. you need to be fucked like the whore you are”

“r-rafe. i-i can’t. i.. this is wrong, i-i love zach”

rafe chuckles darkly, his hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing tightly. he pushes you down onto your knees, his free hand shoving his sweats and boxers down his legs, his large cock springing free.

“i love zach” he mocks, “i know you don’t fucking love him, if you did, you wouldn’t give me those desperate ‘fuck me’ eyes every single fucking time you see me. now, be a good fucking girl, and suck my cock, yeah?”

you glance up at him, his normally bright blue eyes now dark, glazed over with lust. he releases his grip on your throat, his hand making its way into your hair and tugging. you swallow thickly before spitting down into your palm, slowly wrapping your hand around his thick length. you begin slowly pumping at his cock, pulling low groans from him.

you dip your head down, licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, leaving soft kisses to his swollen head, licking up the precum that had leaked from the tip. you hum in satisfaction when you taste him, finally wrapping your lips around his head and swirling your tongue around it. you slowly push more of his throbbing cock into your mouth, a slow and steady pace made as you bobbed your head up and down his length.

rafe tightens his grip in your hair, shoving himself fully down your throat and keeping you stuck, nose pressed against his pelvis. you begin gagging around him, his dick lodged deep in your throat pulling tears from your eyes, drool running down the sides of your mouth and his balls.

he harshly pulls your head back, his cock slipping from your mouth with a loud pop. you begin gasping for air, sucking in deep breaths. he grasps at his cock, slapping his tip against your cheek before slowly sliding himself back into your mouth, hips harshly thrusting in and out of your mouth, his swollen head beating at the back of your throat.

he continues his harsh thrusts, the sounds of your gagging and his low groans bouncing off the walls of the living room. his thrusts grow sloppy, dick pulsing in your mouth, signaling his impending release before he quickly pulls himself from your mouth.

you whine, the need of wanting to taste him strong, “raaaafe! why’d you do that? wanted to taste you” you pout.

he lands a harsh slap across your cheek, your neck snapping to the side. your hand flys to your cheek, rubbing at the spot as tears filled your eyes, “wh-what was th-” you begin to ask, but your words die, a squeal pulled from you when rafe yanks you off your knees.

his hands fly to the waistband of your silk sleep shorts, pulling them down your legs along with your panties. he grips at your thighs, giving a light tap against your ass, “jump” he demands, and you quickly obey.

your wrap your legs around his hips, his hard cock pressing firmly against your clit. rafe places one arm completely underneath your ass, keeping you upright while he free hand forces its way between the two of you, grasping his cock and sliding his head through your arousal slick entrance.

you begin whimpering, the head of his cock pushing into you slowly and then being pulled right back out. you gasp when he finally sinks himself inside of you, his tip stroking at your gspot, cock splitting you in half.

“holy fuck! rafe!”

he buries his head into the crook of your neck, mouth attacking at the skin as he starts fucking himself up into your pussy.

you’re a moaning mess, strings of curses and shouts of his name falling past your lips as he walks you toward a wall, your back being harshly pinned against it. rafe uses both hands to hold you upright, his palms tightly gripping at the plump flesh, his cock relentlessly pounding into you.

“fuck! feel s’good, tell me, who fucks you better? hmmm? me or my fucking brother?”

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth, tears pricking at your eyes as the realization of what you’re doing finally hits you. this was your boyfriends brother.. you were betraying zach, he would be heartbroken if he ever found out.

tears begin streaming down your face, a mix of pain and pleasure rushing through your body. rafe’s demanding voice and hand squishing at your cheeks has you snapping back into reality.

“fucking answer me! who fucks this pussy better?”

you whimper, “i-i.. fuck! rafe! i can’t”

rafe slows his thrusts, his mouth finding yours and leaving a hot, searing kiss to your lips. he pulls himself back, continuing his slow and sensual thrusts inside of you, “go on, fucking say it. i fuck this pussy better than zach. s’not that hard, little fucking slut loves being fucked by her boyfriends brother”

you whimper when he harshly thrusts up, your inner walls clenching around him tightly as your orgasm threatens to burst from you.

“say it!” rafe shouts, his brutal thrusts picking up in pace.

you let your head fall forward, face buried in the crook of his neck as you shout, “fuck! you fuck me better than zach! fuck rafe, ‘m gonna cum!”

rafe chuckles, “fuckin’ knew it! go on baby, soak my fucking cock, be a good fucking girl f’me and cum all over me”

the mix of his harsh thrusts and his words have you tumbling over the edge, your arousal squirting out of you and soaking rafe’s cock and thighs.

he continues fucking himself up into you, his hips stuttering and dick pulsing, “fuck, gonna fill you up with my cum, you fuckin’ want that? wanna have my cum inside your greedy little pussy?”

“y-yes! please cum inside me, rafe! i need it so badly!”

his hips stutter, his dick twitching inside you, the thick white ropes of his cum spilling inside you and painting your inner walls.

his thrusts slow, slipping his now softening cock from inside you and placing your feet back onto the ground. the room is silent, rafe turning on his heels and making his way toward his discarded sweatpants.

you awkwardly make your way toward the couch, grabbing your panties and shorts off the floor and pulling them up your legs. you watch as rafe makes his way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing himself a water.

“uh… rafe-” you begin, but he cuts you off.

“you don’t want zach to know, right?”

you awkwardly chuckle, “uh.. yeah. please, zach can never find out about this.. i- i really do love him”

rafe takes a quick sip from his water, pulling the bottle from his lips and smirking at you, “that’s fine. under one condition”

you narrow your eyes in confusion, your head slightly tilted to the side as you wait on him to finish.

“i get to fuck you whenever i want”

your eyes nearly pop out of your head, was he fucking crazy? there was no way you would do this again, no matter how badly you wanted to.

“what? rafe, we can’t ever do this again!”

rafe takes two long strides toward you, his hand making its way onto your cheek, “that’s the rule baby. i get to fuck you whenever i want, and zach never finds out”

you nervously chew at the skin on your bottom lip, contemplating what to say.

“i- fine! fine, if that’s what it takes.. but rafe.. i- this isn’t right, he’s your brother!”

rafe snorts out a laugh, “and? i don’t give a fuck, you’re mine now. mine to use, mine to fuck. whenever i want. night princess, i’ll see you tomorrow”

he makes his way toward the spiral staircase, disappearing up the stairs and leaving you dumbfounded and confused. what had you gotten yourself into?

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Heyyy! I’m the anon that asked for JJ overstimulation & was wondering if I could make a smut req for Rafe now! Tutor reader putting Bully Rafe in his place??? Like, she’s been tutoring him for a few weeks and all he does is make lewd comments and passes and be a dick etc - so she decides to shut him up and make him learn. Edging him with every question he gets right and not letting him cum until the whole page is done and all right - he’s a babbling, pleading mess. No Bully Rafe in sight 😫😫

“Oh—fuck, oh shit—“ Rafe fucking Cameron choked out desperately, his hard hot cock throbbing and pulsing hopelessly in your hand, the trip an angry neglected purple with pre cum slathered all over it.

“Answer the question Rafe.” You guide him sternly, one hand wrapped lazily around his dick, giving him just enough it make him shake and whine and throb but cutting it off everytime he got close, leaving him aching and wanting. You were sitting next to him at your desk, in your bedroom, the material for your tutoring session in front of you—his trousers and boxers pooled around his feet, hips bucking into your hand uncontrollably. You were fully clothed next to him, the picture of calm and authority.

He’d been your tutee for a while now—and you’d known him even longer as the fuck boy bully of your school. As a student, he wasn’t much better, also making inappropriate, dickish remarks and barely focusing on the learning. So, here you are now, forcing him to learn by using his pleasure as derivative.

(And, if you enjoyed seeing Rafe Cameron, the big bag bully at school, a whimpering whining shaking mess from just your hand, your denial of his pleasure.. then well, that was your business)

“Shit, shit, shit—I’m gonna—“ He whined out, loud and obscene, his dick twitching in your hand. You let go of him immediately, your hand going to his hair and tugging harshly in reprimand, bringing his eyes to yours.

Rafe cried out, body shaking and cock pulsing hopelessly - he sniffled as he brought his eyes to yours, the baby blues red rimmed, with anger and need and desperation (and probably coke too).

“Answer the fucking question Rafe.” You demand sternly, his hair in your grasp still. Eyes holding his.

He closed his eyes, nose scrunching in futile anger and overpowering painful need. He stammered out the answer to the question you’d asked—voice broken and garbled, thighs trembling faintly.

“Good boy.” You cooed patronisingly, giving his cheek a light slap. “It’s not so hard to listen to people when they tell you what to do, huh? You should learn to do it more. People might actually like you then.”

(He hated that way his dick throbbed and twitched like some desperate bitch at the praise. At your mean tone of voice)

“You fucking—I’m—you’re such a bitch.” Rafe gritted out, his voice cracking with a pitiful whimper, opening his eyes to give you a half lidded scowl—ruined fully by the flush on his cheeks, the way his legs were squirming about in the chair for something anything. Pathetic.

You laugh at him outright, your hand in his hair tightening even more as you move your face closer to his—letting your breath ghost over his lips.

“And you’re a dumb fucking slut.” You smile mockingly, moving his head to expose his neck and run your fingers over it, lightly holding it. “So desperate for anything, can’t even speak properly. Stumbling over your words like a toddler, baby. What happened to big bad Rafe?” You coo tauntingly, fingers tightening around his neck. “All your promises to make me feel good if I let you have me. Now fucking look at you, you couldn’t handle even a second in this pussy, baby.”

He bit down on his lips hard, almost drawing blood, his hands white knuckling his bare thighs as he squirmed and withered about in his chair—the heat in his cheeks flaming even hotter at your words, as well as the heat in stomach. The muscles of his abdomen clenching.

“I—I—I cou—“ Rafe stammered desperately, wanting to prove himself. Wanting to defend himself. He was on the verge of tears at this point, his mind foggy and wanting. Dick aching and pulsing harder than it had ever before. The hand on his neck and the brush of your breath against him sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine that had him clenching his legs together, trying not to come from just your fucking words (god, he was so pathetic).

“I—I—I—“ You mock back, your hand traveling down from his neck to wrap around his pulsing neglected cock again, squeezing him. Spreading his thighs wide once more. “What you can do is finish answering the questions with that stupid slutty brain of yours, okay? Then maybe I’ll let you in my pussy. Even though you won’t last a second. Fuck, you probably never do.” You giggle tauntingly again, reciting off the next question for him to answer.

thinking about Rafe and somno (x/twitter p link !! don’t open in public)

cw; consensual somnophilia, dubcon, s1 Rafe, hints at ‘good girl’ reader, not exactly like the video but that’s ok 😅, soft!Rafe, wasn’t intended but he’s highkey soft in this 😅, unprotected p n v(always use protection!!) but Rafe pulls out.

a/n: wasn’t intending on making this so lovely dovey and soft but it is and tbh i’m not complaining 😭 i got this vid from @rafesbowbunny awhile ago, ty for blessing my eyes with this p link 💞

Rafe snuck in through your window, having previously been waiting for about ten minutes in his truck for you. His messages going through and on read but no reply from you. Why didn’t he walk through the door like a normal person? Well because your parents were curled up on the couch next to each other watching whatever old, rich, obnoxiously fake, stuck up rich people watched. Probably similar to the bullshit shows his parents watched.

He grunted as his feet landed on the floor and he finally hopped himself into your room. making a mental note to find an easier way up to your window. Just as he was about to speak and ask you why the fuck you weren’t responding to him he saw you on your bed, still in your clothes from earlier that day, phone in hand and sleeping away. He smirked slightly as he took in your sleeping figure, looking all pretty. He strolled over to your bed and took your charging phone out of your hand on onto the bedside table, about to shake you awake before he recalled something.

That something being a post-sex conversation he had with you about a month ago. How you went on about how hot it would be if you woke up to him using you and that your body was ‘free to use’ even if you were sleeping. Perhaps it turned you on too much- even expressing being comfortable with the usage of roofie pills(Which Rafe respectfully stated that he’ll never do nor is comfortable with). But he’d be lying if he said the thought of waking you up with his cock when you least expect it didn’t get him worked up. But lying he did, hence why he’s waited so long to surprise you, wanting you to think he wasn’t into it.

Rafe bit his lip as his eyes trailed down your figure. He knew fucking you awake would be risky to do with your parents down stairs- but that just made the situation even hotter, and it’s Rafe- why would he care?

So within just a couple seconds his clothes were discarded and he was climbing onto your bed. His movements careful as to not wake you. He rested on his knees as his hands roamed up and down your curves, stopping to squeeze the flesh of your hip. He sucked in a shaky and lustful deep breath as he hooked his finger under the waistband of your shirts and pulled them down along with your panties. Shifting your legs slightly to string the fabric off of your body and then throwing them off somewhere on the ground. Rafe bit his lip as he eyed your glistening, pretty folds, running a finger through them while his other hand gently placed itself back onto your ass and squeezed.

He shifted position again once your shorts and panties were off. Resting on his side. He reached over your body to lift your legs up further into your body in an almost sitting like position. Rafe let out a quiet groan as fisted his cock in his hand, looking down at your bare and vulnerable pussy.

Lifting his hand up to his mouth, Rafe spit into it and brought his hand back down to his cock and wrapped his hand around the base to spread the spit as a type of lube, his cock twitching at the pleasureful sensation. Rafe took his time as he shifted in his spot to easily run his cock up and down through your pussy folds, tapping the head of his cock against your clit. A smirk made its way onto Rafes face as he felt your body twitch at the sensation.

He teased himself as he circled the tip of his cock around your hole before sinking himself in, quickly biting his lip to stifle a loud moan from escaping his mouth as the warmth and tightness of your pussy enveloped his cock. Rafes mouth fell open in a quiet moan once he fully sheaved himself into your tight cunt. He had to wait a bit both for you and him: Him to get a grip on reality, already feeling like he’s in heaven and for your sleeping body to get used to it.

Once Rafe finally starts moving he has to bite his lip to prevents moans from spilling out of his lips. He couldn’t help himself from glancing up towards the door, heightening the pleasure and even a hint of fear at the thought of your parents waking up to see their perfect, innocent and precious daughter getting used in their sleep. His thrusts stayed more on the gentle and slow side but steady pace, planting his larger hand on the flesh of your ass and squeezing lightly.

He couldn’t help but admire your sleeping position, hair messy and thrown around your pillows. Breathing steady and gentle. Dreaming about god knows what.

Rafes breathing got more breathy and quick as he felt you shift slightly and pussy clench around his cock. But it wasn’t enough, he needed to be deeper and in your plushy walls. So he shifted his position once again, hovering his body over yours as he kept himself up by his fists, planted on either side of you. His body was practically caging yours as he breathed in your scent. The new position letting Rafe fuck you both easier and deeper. Your walls felt so good around him and the slower pace felt like a tease due to the lack of your moans, noises n reactions to help him get off, so he couldn’t help but speed up his pace.

And that’s when you woke up, pussy clenching around him as you felt yourself regain consciousness from your nap, dazed and confused before you immediately felt something fucking itself into you and someone else’s body heat along your side. In your confused state you didn’t think properly and simply felt panicked when you looked and saw someone else’s body over you.

Rafe was too lost in the pleasure to pay attention to you waking up, missing the way your heartbeat sped up along with your breathing. He then froze slightly as he felt your hair shift against his face, lifting his head up to see the panic quickly settling onto your features. He stopped his thrusts and quickly darted his hand up to your mouth, preventing any noises before they even came.

“Hey- hey, just me babe.” He whispered, though his tone was slightly panicked itself, his own heartbeat speeding up.

Your eyes darted up to his as you heard his words, immediately feeling a wave of both relief and arousal come over you. Rafe grinned as he felt your breathing and heartbeat slow down and your eyes become wide with lust instead of fear, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His hand moved from your face down to your waist and squeezed lightly, grin still plastered on his face as he lowered his head down to your neck, breathing in your scent before speaking teasingly through kisses. “Good nap?”

You let out a yawn, followed by a moan as his thrusts picked up again and he started placing soft kisses to your neck. “Yeah… even better was when i woke up.” You teased back, grinning slightly as your hands made way to his hair.

Rafe chuckled as he brought his head back up from your neck, typical cocky grin spread on his face. “Imagine how your parents would feel if they walked into me fucking their perfect daughter? And finding out she asked for it previously.” He continued to tease, leaning back up to put enough space between his and your bodies to allow him to push your body down onto your back instead of your side, moving your leg over as well before he enveloped your body into his again. Rafe’s elbows resting on either side of your body.

Leaning down, Rafe captured your lips into a kiss before you could come out with some smart comeback. His hips rocking back into yours as his hands explored your curves. The usually agonizingly slow position feeling very pleasurable in this moment.

You two simply enjoyed each other’s company. Rafe moving his head back down into your neck to mark what’s his and hide the sounds of his own grunts and heavy breathing. You wrapped your legs around his hips as you let out soft but pleasure filled moans. Every sound you make sounding like absolute heaven.

“So pretty..” Rafe murmured into your neck as he glanced up at you, cheeks flushed as he bit his lip before speaking again. “Especially for just waking up.”

Your face flushed even more at his words as you giggled, biting your lip slightly as you looked down at him. “And you’re handsome.” You complimented cheekily, playing with strands of his hair. Rafe let out a shaky breath mixed with a moan at your words. Biting your neck as his pace slowly became less steady and more quick, signalling that he was about to cum.

Rafes hand found way down to your clit as he started rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves. Your own moans raising in frequency and pitch as you felt the sudden, overwhelming sensation on your clit, unmatching to his thrusts. It was such a perfect combination that made you feel like you were about to cum and go up to heaven in seconds.

You grabbed a fistful of Rafes hair as you felt that knot in your stomach slowly come closer and closer to snapping, letting Rafe know in a high pitched, attempting to be quiet breath. “Oh fuck.. ‘mma cum imma cum-“ You chanted, legs wrapping tighter around his hips as you squealed at Rafes fingers increasing their rushed pace on your clit.

“Yeah? me too baby, c’mon.” He said breathlessly, cock twitching inside you at your words. Placing one last sloppy, open mouthed kiss to your neck before letting out a loud moan, quickly pulling out as his cum decorated your stomach and pyjama shirt in long, white, sticky strings of cum. Your own arousal escaping you in clear liquid, absolutely soaking both your sheets and Rafes lower half.

The two of yours loud breaths were the only sound that filled the room as you both came down from your highs. Needless to say; that felt fucking amazing. Perhaps it was all the mix of taboo things; fucking upstairs while your parents watched tv and Rafe fucking you while you were asleep.

Rafe let out a breathy chuckle as he placed a kiss against your cheek and pulled away. Looking down at the absolute mess you made. He grinned as he glanced down at you; “Squirted from this?” He asked, teasing you as if that wasn’t one of the most pleasurable orgasms he’s had.

You grinned back up at him as squeezed your legs together playfully to cover yourself. Nodding at his words, completely tired, blissed and fucked out. “Yeah, was so hot to wake up to that.” You said with an un-matching innocent sounding giggle. Stretching your arms over your head as you yawned.

“Yeah? that a sign i should sneak in and fuck you while you’re sleeping with your parents downstairs more often?” Rafe teased, Shifting to throw one leg off the bed and reach for a random article of clothing to dry the two of yous up.

“Yes.” You replied simply but tiredly, watching as he grabbed the piece of clothing, yawning yet again as sleep again threatened to take over your body.

Rafe couldn’t help but smile genuinely as he looked back at you and saw your sleepy expression. Leaning up and forward to give you a goodnight. “‘mk, now go back to sleep, i’ll clean this shit up.”

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jerking off season 1 frat!rafe in the bathroom at a party, after he begs you for some yayo

cw: frat!rafe x barry’s sister!reader, drug abuse, mentions of coke, manipulation, dubcon, sub!rafe, handjob, degradation

“Cameron. What do you want?” you raised your brows as the blonde boy approached you. He looked like he’d already had his fill of cheap beer, a faint glint of desperation in his hazy blue eyes. “You know what I want,” he said, a little too loudly, his voice cracking, “I just—I need something. Just a little.”

You tilted your head, smirk widening. You were Barry’s little sister, but everyone who knew you quickly learned you weren’t just an accessory to your brother’s business. You were your own type of crazy—sharper, quieter, and definitely more dangerous.

“Oh, now you need me,” you laughed, voice dripping with mock sweetness. You set your drink down, crossing your arms. “You owe my brother, Rafe. What makes you think you’re getting anything from me without paying up first?”

Rafe ran a hand through his messy blond hair, his confidence cracking. “I’ll pay him back. I swear. I—I really need it tonight, y/n. Please.” You chuckled, actually finding amusement in his despair. “Oh, so you’re begging me now?”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning closer, his voice low and frantic. “I’ll do whatever. Just—help me out here.” You watched him for a long moment, dark eyes gleaming with amusement. Rafe Cameron, Kildare’s golden boy, was practically on his knees for you. And you weren’t about to let that opportunity slip through your fingers.

“Whatever, huh?” You repeated, your voice soft but dripping with something dangerous. You grabbed his wrist, tugging him through the crowd and up the stairs. The music and noise faded as you reached the second floor, pulling him into the small, dimly lit bathroom and locking the door.

Rafe’s pulse was pounding, a mix of anticipation and unease swirling in his chest. “So…?” he prompted, licking his lips. You leaned against the sink, pulling a small baggie out of your back pocket. You dangled it in front of him, smile wicked, his eyes glistening. “You still want it?”

“Yes,” he said immediately, his voice pleading. “Well,” you said, tucking the bag back into your pocket. “This isn’t charity, Cameron. If you can’t pay my brother back in cash, you’ll have to pay me another way.”

Rafe blinked, his mind pure chaos. “What… what do you mean?” You stepped closer, smile widening as you grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down to your level. “Use your imagination.” Rafe froze, his breath hitching. For a moment, all he could do was stare at you, his hazy brain struggling to process.

But the longer he hesitated, the more your smile twisted, growing impatient. “No,” Rafe interrupted as you reached for the door again, his voice barely above a whisper. “No, I’ll… I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” You grinned, eyes gleaming with victory. “That’s what I thought.”

You shoved him against the sink, your movements confident, almost aggressive. Rafe barely had time to process before your lips were on his, the taste of alcohol and something sweet flooding his senses. At first he couldn’t believe it, his dealer’s sister kissing all over him. And he would be lying if he said that he hadn’t imagined it before, he did, but this was way better.

Pulling away, you looked at Rafe, who was still leaning heavily against the porcelain, his chest rising and falling like he'd just ran a marathon. His glazed blue eyes were wide, showing confusion and desperation.

You let the silence linger, enjoying the way he squirmed under your gaze. Then, with a low chuckle, you straightened your posture. "Unbuckle your pants," you ordered, your tone as casual as if you’d just asked him to pass you a drink. Rafe blinked, his brows knitting together. “Wha-what?"

"You heard me." You stepped closer, your small frame radiating an aura of dominance that made Rafe's stomach twist in ways he didn't entirely understand. "You said you'd do whatever, didn't you? So, go on. Prove it." His breath hitched, his hands fumbling at his belt as his brain tried to catch up with his body. The need—the raw craving—for what you had in your pocket was overpowering any sense of pride or self worth Rafe had. He was a mess, and you knew it.

You watched him struggle, your smirk widening. When he finally managed to undo the buckle and let his jeans sag around his hips, you took another step closer, your fingers grazing the waistband of his boxers. Rafe shuddered at the contact, his knees threatening to give out.

"You're so pathetic," you whispered, voice dripping with amusement as your hand slid lower, pressing against his hard cock through the thin fabric. "Look at you. Begging like a little puppy. Is this how you always are, Cameron? Or am I just special?"

Rafe didn't answer. He couldn't. His breath came in shallow gasps as your fingers worked him teasingly slow over his boxers, before finally slipping underneath it. He let out a shaky whimper, his head tipping back against the wall as your finger grazed his leaking tip. You laughed softly, a sound that sent a shiver down his spine. You were in complete control, and you loved every second of it. Maybe even more than you liked to admit.

"You're so easy," you teased, your hand wrapping around the base of his thick shaft and pumping him in a steady rhythm, Rafe biting his lip to stifle the noises that were threatening to spill out. "All that talk, all that attitude... but deep down, you're just a desperate little boy, aren't you?"

He let out a broken sound, somewhere between a groan and a whimper, his hands gripping the edge of the sink to keep himself upright while your hand sped up. Your touch was relentless, and your smirk never dropping as you watched him unravel underneath you.

"God, you're pathetic," you said again, laced with mockery. "Letting me jerk you off for some fucking yayo." Rafe growled, “Fuck you.” You let out a laugh, his sudden back talk leaving you unimpressed, “Now you wanna act all big ‘n bad with me? Shit, Rafe. You’re even more miserable than I thought.”

Rafe couldn’t hold back any longer, the urge to resist you was long gone as his hips jerked forward, thrusting himself into your hand. “Fuck..I’m gonna—“ It didn't take long for Rafe to completely lose himself, his body trembling as he released all over your hand. The white spurts of his cum covering your soft digits. You pulled back just as he collapsed against the sink, his legs barely holding him up.

You grabbed a paper towel, wiping your hands with a casualness that made Rafe's cheeks burn with embarrassment. Then, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" You whispered, slipping the baggie of coke into his hand.

As you unlocked the door and slipped out of the bathroom, leaving him to collect himself, you couldn't help but feel satisfied. This definitely wasn’t the last time you two crossed paths and maybe both of you were more than fine with that.

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just the tip

cw: smut, stepcest, unprotected p in v (wrap it before u tap it), lmk what i missed..?

a/n: got a bit carried away… this was supposed to be just a thought but!!! not proofread btw

rafe cameron is such a dirty & rotten liar.

“just the tip sis..” he whispers gently.

“wouldn’t it be weird..?” you babble, clearly hesitant, fidgeting nervously.

“weird? he repeats, “no, ‘course not. don’t overthink it. im just trying to be a nice big brother and help you out. whats wrong with that?” he questions, smirking.

he noticed how your body tenses up, how your biting your nails and the skin around it.

“relax sweetheart, would ya? its just the tip.” he reassures you.

you hesitate yet again, his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug your pants down, noticing the wet patch on your underwear.

you sigh. were you really gonna let your step brother fuck you right now? were you really gonna get your virginity taken by him?

“mmhh.. okay! fine.. but— only the tip…” you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his hard on. he's big- thick and long. the tip slightly red and fat, already leaking precum.

he flashes you a dirty smirk, his hand gripping his hard cock while the free one yanks your panties down to your ankles.

keeping eye contact, he slowly slides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your wet arousal.

you whimper as the head of his cock eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

rafe's eyelids close, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the tip up and down your pussy lips with wet noises.

his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick,

he cannot take this anymore.

with a quick, harsh push- he buries him self completely in your warm and tight cunt, you gasp. locking your eyes onto his, your pupils grow wide with lust.

“r-rafe what are you-“ you moan at the stretch, him splitting your pretty pussy open.

“jesus.. shut the fuck up sis.” he grunts as your cunt starts fluttering around him, hes so — too* thick.

“might just fuckin’ cum like this already- shit.” rafe mutters, panting heavily as he thrusts in and out of you. holding you by your hips.

sweat beads on his brow before he brutally starts slamming into you, grabbing your legs and putting your ankles on his shoulders, allowing himself to go deeper.

you’re whining underneath him, blabbering some bullshit he ignores, you pawn at his arms that are gripping your hips hard. surely its gonna leave bruises later.

he groans, over and over again untill you feel it. his warm sticky cum inside of you—when you didn’t even get to finish.

you’re left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, your pussy stretched out and leaking spurts of his cum. he looks down at you, smirking and tapping his softened tip against your swollen clit.

“so gorgeous with my cum stuffed inside of you.” he whispers, his cock smearing his sticky cum all around your slit- inner thighs and pubic.

“hm, ‘m sorry for lyin’ and for making a huge mess sis, let me clean it up yeah? you’re not mad sweetheart are you?” he says, his voice slightly manipulative but you ignore it.

you shake your head when he lowers his head to your pussy, putting his mouth all over it, his tongue searching through your folds, lapping up his own release.

WAKING UP TO YOU ₍₁₎

au!rafe cameron x reader

— in which you wake up in a strange alternate reality that just so happens to be the outer banks universe, and to your disbelief, you’re suddenly in a relationship with the shows most unlikely character, rafe cameron.

warnings: safe, mention of drugs, like one f word

authors note: i need to stop making new series when i havent even finished my last 😭 i get so bored when i near the end of a series LMAO im so sorry. guaranteed this is about to be my next potential series if people like it !!

next

you wake up with a start, disoriented, the remnants of sleep clinging to you like a heavy fog.

the first thing you notice is the warmth of the sun pouring through the windows, casting golden stripes across the room. you blink slowly, your surroundings coming into focus, and that's when the confusion sets in. this isn’t your apartment.

it’s . . . tannyhill. the camerons’ house. the place you’ve only ever seen on screen, the walls adorned with the unmistakable coastal vibe of the outer banks.

you push yourself up on your elbows, heart racing as you try to piece together what happened. just last night, you were in your own bed, scrolling through your phone, drifting off to sleep amidst the noise of the city. how did you end up here, in this bed, in this house?

your mind races, trying to catch up with your senses.

the sheets feel soft against your skin, and you notice the faint scent of salt and something warm, familiar, clinging to the pillow next to you. it feels like a dream, and the longer you sit there, the more bizarre it all seems.

no.

your heart starts to pound. this is wrong. you were in your apartment last night, you were sure of it. how could you be here now? how could any of this be happening?

you take in the opulence of the room. it's exactly like the show, down to the little details you never thought you'd see in person. the bed feels massive, the room impossibly large.

the panic begins to rise in your chest, your breaths becoming shallow as your mind races to make sense of it all.

and then, from the corner of your eye, you see movement. the door to the balcony swings open, and your blood turns to ice.

rafe?

he steps inside as casually as if he’s done this a hundred times before. and he probably has—because in this world, it looks like waking up next to you is normal for him. but for you? this is waking up next to a stranger, someone you’ve only seen on a screen, a character, an actor.

and yet, here he is, in the flesh, shirtless with his t-shirt dangling loosely in his hand like he’s about to put it on.

you freeze, eyes locking onto his bare chest, the sight almost too surreal to process. his body is toned, like you’ve seen a few times in his films, but now he's standing here, so nonchalant, as if this is all part of your routine together.

your breath catches, panic bubbling up inside as your mind screams at you to make sense of it. but no sense can be made. he’s real. he’s right there.

he catches your gaze and pauses for a beat, his expression calm, almost indifferent, as he pulls the shirt over his head. there’s no shock in his eyes, no alarm at your presence. instead, there’s a faint, almost ghostly hint of a smile on his lips, like he’s seeing something that comforts him. like this is just another morning. another day with you.

“you were sleeping for a while,” he says, his voice low, calm, as if you’re supposed to know exactly what he’s talking about.

but you don’t. you can’t.

your heart is pounding so hard you swear he must hear it. you feel like you're glued to the spot, unable to move or speak. he words are there, tangled in your throat, but no sound escapes.

and rafe? he doesn’t even notice. he’s too busy pulling the shirt over his head, smoothing it out with one hand as he heads toward the dresser, rummaging for something—maybe his keys, maybe a wallet. your eyes follow him, wide and unblinking.

every little detail is telling you this is really happening. the weight of the sheets, the soft scent of the ocean drifting in from the open balcony, the way rafe moves so effortlessly around the space—it all feels too tangible. too vivid.

he throws a glance over his shoulder, not catching the absolute terror that must be written across your face. instead, he just adds, “you good?” like, yeah, just a weird morning. what the hell are you supposed to say?

he turns back to whatever he’s doing, seemingly satisfied with your silence, and your mind is racing.

your eyes dart around the room, looking for anything that could anchor you back to reality, something that tells you this is just a dream, that you’ll wake up in your own bed any second now. but nothing happens. you’re still here. still watching rafe cameron move around like this is just another ordinary day.

and then he looks at you again, his eyes narrowing slightly, as if he’s starting to sense that something’s off. not that he’s alarmed—he’s just . . . curious. “one of those realistic dreams again?”

the question hits you like a freight train. the way he says it, so casual, so knowing, makes your stomach churn. it’s clear that, in this reality, the version of you he knows has had these ‘realistic dreams’ before. does he think this is just another one of those?

you know you have to respond, have to say something to keep him from getting suspicious, so, you muster the courage to mutter, “yeah . . . something like that.”

the words feel foreign on your tongue, forced, like they don’t even belong to you. your voice sounds small, uncertain, and you hope he doesn’t pick up on it. but rafe? he just nods.

“i’m heading out to take care of some business,” he tells you, vague, the way he always is when it comes to whatever shady dealings he’s involved in. his voice has that low, dry edge to it, like he’s not too concerned with explaining more than he has to.

you swallow, your mind racing. business. you’ve seen the show. you know what kind of business he’s talking about. barry, he’s a drug dealer. or his dad, ward, who’s capable of anything.

suddenly, you wonder just where you are in the timeline of this world. does it follow the plot of the show? or is this some kind of alternate version of it, where different rules apply?

your eyes stay locked on him as he steps closer, and suddenly, the air shifts. he’s walking toward you with a purpose, and something in the way he moves makes you realize what’s coming before it even happens. you’ve seen this before—rafe being possessive, intense. you know what he’s about to do. but knowing still doesn’t prepare you for it.

he leans down, his hand brushing your hair back gently as his lips press against yours in a kiss that’s too soft, too familiar for how absolutely terrified you feel. the moment his lips touch yours, your mind goes blank.

you feel it—the warmth, the pressure, the sensation of his breath mingling with yours. it’s real. it’s terrifyingly, unmistakably real.

when he pulls back, you’re frozen. your hand instinctively reaches up to touch your lips, your mind racing with the reality of it. this isn’t just a dream. dreams don’t feel this real.

rafe pauses, noticing how off you are, his eyes narrowing as he studies your expression. he tilts his head slightly, and for a second, there’s something almost tender in his gaze.

“hey . . .” his voice is low, murmuring like he’s trying to ground you. “i’ll see you later, alright?”

you can’t speak. your throat feels too tight, your brain too scrambled to form words. you just nod, barely, enough to make him think you’re okay.

he gives you one last look, a flicker of something unreadable passing across his face before he turns and walks out of the room, disappearing into the hallway.

you don’t move for what feels like minutes. the sound of his footsteps fading into the distance is the only thing grounding you as your mind whirls. you’re trapped in his world—his reality—and there’s no telling how or why. but the one thing you do know?

this is real. too real.

because if this isn’t a dream . . . then where the hell are you?

the slam of the front door echoes through the quiet house, and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches, the reality of everything sinking in, and you can’t help the way your hands start to tremble.

you sit up carefully, trying not to make a sound as you pull the covers off your body. your skin prickles from the cool air against your bare legs, and when you glance down, you realize you’re only in a shirt—one that definitely isn’t yours—and your undergarments. it hits you all at once: this is rafe’s shirt. his scent clings to it, the familiar mix of cologne and something inherently him.

your feet touch the cold wooden floor as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, toes curling at the sudden chill. every movement feels deliberate, cautious, like any wrong step could wake you from this strange, twisted dream—or worse, prove it’s not a dream at all.

quietly, you push yourself off the bed, heart hammering in your chest as you make your way to the door. you peek your head out, eyes scanning the hallway. it’s empty. eerily quiet. thank god. but the silence makes everything feel even more surreal.

you pull back into the room quickly, your fingers brushing your hair behind your ears, trying to still the panic rising in your chest. you need answers. you need to figure out what’s happening—and fast.

your gaze darts to the nightstand, where your phone sits charging. finally.

you grab it with shaky hands and immediately swipe it open, your fingers moving fast as you pull up your contacts list. the plan forms in your head as you scroll, desperate. maybe this is all some elaborate prank. maybe your friends are messing with you, and any second now, someone’s going to pop out and yell “gotcha!”

but as you scroll, the names that appear make your stomach drop. none of them are familiar. faces and names you’ve never seen before fill your screen—until you see his name.

rafe.

then sarah. wheezie. even ward and rose.

your breath catches in your throat as you keep scrolling. it’s his family. it’s them.

you swallow hard, continuing to scroll, fingers trembling as the names blur together until you see the ones that make your heart stop.

jj. pope. kiara. john b.

the pogues.

you stare at the names for a second, your brain short-circuiting. your thumb hovers over jj’s contact, the one name that stands out to you more than the others.

without giving yourself time to second-guess it, you hit ‘call.’ the ringing fills the silence of the room, and your pulse quickens with every passing second.

the ringing feels like it goes on forever. each tone stretching out the anticipation, the nerves, the sinking realization that someone is actually going to pick up. your heart races, and just when you consider hanging up, a click echoes through the phone line.

“y/n?”

you flinch, eyes widening, mouth falling open. it’s him. it takes a few seconds for you to even remember how to speak, your mind stalling out completely. then you somehow force out, “hey, i just wanted to see how you’re . . . doing.”

the words stumble out of your mouth in a mess, and you internally cringe at how awful it sounds. god, could you be any worse at this? you wouldn’t blame jj if he called you out for the obvious lie, the way your voice shakes just slightly with every word.

but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. instead, he sounds casual. like he’s known you for years. “yeah, i’m good. why? do you wanna come over? kie’s here.”

your mind reels. kiara’s there? you’re friends with kiara? that’s news to you, but good to know. in this world, apparently, you’re on good terms with the pogues, at least you think.

you quickly pull the phone away from your ear to glance at the time, realizing it’s probably morning. or maybe early afternoon. time doesn’t even feel real right now.

“yeah, i’ll . . . i’ll come over,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant even though nothing about this is normal. the words slip out of your mouth before you really think them through. “where is over?”

“the wreck,” jj replies, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. right. of course. “but be quick.”

your chest tightens. why do you need to be quick? fear creeps into your voice as you ask, “why?”

there’s a pause, one that feels like it stretches forever, before jj finally responds, his tone softening. “cause we miss you.”

and then, just like that, he hangs up.

you blink, staring down at the phone in your hand as if it’ll give you answers. it doesn’t. you’re left standing there, your mind racing, trying to process what just happened. they miss you?

the idea that jj misses you, that kiara’s waiting for you at the wreck, is both exciting and terrifying.

your eyes dart around the room, like maybe you’ll find some clue that explains how this is all happening, but there’s nothing. just the same four walls, rafes room, his scent lingering in the air, and the echo of jj’s voice in your head.

your mind spins as you sit on the edge of the bed. what is going on in this world?

the characters you know from the show are behaving so . . . normal, so real. there are these new relationships, bits of information that seem to imply some kind of history, things that don’t align with what you know. you’re in their world, but there are gaps—huge, gaping blanks that terrify you because you don’t know what role you’re even supposed to be playing.

you glance around the room, trying to calm yourself as you get up to grab some clothes, already dreading the ride to the wreck.

how the hell are you actually supposed to get to the fucking wreck?

a/n: let me know if u would like to be part of the tag list thru any replies, anons, dms, etc !! notifications are always on <3 this will also lowkey be a jj & rafe x reader series i fear

— r. cameron / reader

warnings: DUBCON — rafe roofies and then rapes reader / unprotected PinV / misogyny / mention of drugs (cocaine & roofies) / mention of virginity / inspiration taken from maddy & nate (euphoria)

synopsis: rafe cameron x fem!reader… sometimes rafe needs to slip a girl a little something at a party to get some, and where’s the shame in that if he knows they want him anyway, they’re just too prudish to admit it.

After you’ve successfully been dosed, he makes you sit on his lap for lack of space on the couch so he can rock you on his knee until you’re tired, delirious, and horny enough to be lifted upstairs, legs dangling against his broad back while you hiccup and giggle next to your upside-down view of his chest.

His nose is numb from the coke and his brain heady, one could argue almost as inebriated as you. But the lines make him oversaturated, not cock-dumb like what he slipped you — eager hands already pawing at his zipper and coming to a fumbled close around the metal just before you’re tossed onto a bed, spread aloof like the crumpled sheets.

“You’re sooo nice to me Rafe.. when all the other guys were sayin’i shoulda gone home,” you end with a belligerent nod of your head, slurring throughout and biting your lip in sexless embarrassment, chewing the skin raw enough to reflect your torn consciousness instead.

Rafe simply smirks, chin protruding outwards while his eyes flit between your thighs peeking through your overridden dress and your tits falling out of the frilly décolletage.

“You a virgin?”

“Mhm” you lie, despite the reeling dizziness occupying your headspace. Besides, nobody likes a whore — especially not rafe, uninterested in ‘stretched out pussy’ as you vaguely recall from his earlier conversation crowded around friends.

He approaches closer now, knocking your trembling knees apart with one of his beefy thighs, bulge forward and creasing in his pants as your dialogue gets him hard already, imposing his physicality in all its glory: “What like— you’ve never even been fingered before?”

You shake your head, tousling curls before staring back up at him, “Only my own.”

To that he chuckles, the noise grating and stunted when he uses it as an excuse to adjust himself in his pants, drawing his chest down further until he’s now hovering above you.

“Uh y’know,” he tongues at his cheek, “I could take care of that for you, practically all spread open an’ready huh?”

Like it wasn’t his plan to get you dumb and stuffed by the end of the night, even if it meant bringing out his inner brute, he was taller, faster, stronger — he could do it if he really wanted, but he made it easy for you instead. Could feel the roofie worming its way into your consciousness, jamming rationality and flooding you with hedonistic desire that would trigger your sex endorphins and make it so that you would want this, that he could brag about it without you opening your bitch mouth the next day and claiming ‘rape’; an ugly word anyways, coming out harsh in a spit, nothing like what rafe was doing to you, especially not with the way you were looking at him.

Your mouth opens, then closes, seemingly flailing on confirmation when really your jaw is getting slack and numb, and so you feel encouraged to nod instead, the movement making your thoughts go all bubbly, refracting Rafe’s glinting eyes at your ‘consent’.

He wastes no time with prep, shoving your dress up so it’s tucked over your tits, basal temperature remaining warm and stuffy despite the exposure to cool air. A good indicator though, means rafe can tell it’s working, and just how long he has before you might start struggling.

When he pulls himself out of his shorts it’s surprising, of course, everything about him is pretty, one would expect a tangible reflection of the cruelty on his features but instead, his dick looks cutesy, if not for the intimidating size.

Spit trickles harshly down his palm when he wraps a hand around himself, tugging quickly and using both his legs to split you around his midriff, leaking and achy despite the inattention you’ve received.

“You want this dick so fuckin’ bad huh,” he laughs at the puddle of arousal leaking out underneath you, considers swiping a finger into it to stick into your mouth but he doubts you’d be able to breathe right now if he interfered with the half catatonic features on your face, and it’s not like he’s out for that type of violence anyways (or at least not right now).

When he pushes himself inside you’re silent, pupils retreating in favour of a squeal — ironically a very Rafe-esque trait — while Rafe bites down into his cheek and rolls his palm over your chest to ease the pressure of the fit.

“Thought the roofie woulda loosened you up a bit..” mumbled out while his stomach clenches, now bracing his entire heavy arm across your abdomen and pinching skin when you involuntarily quiver at the weight, “You can take it c’mon.”

He thrusts hard and uncoordinated, fucking like he knows he’s hot, or at least how many more pills he has left in his stash. Knocking against your insides and entirely focused on the way his dick feels, knowing how easily he could move onto another victim, and just how much he wants to enjoy you in particular before it’s over.

Sweat clings to both your bodies, the slick getting louder when each thrust manages to pound a squelch out of you, spattering against the sheets or catching on Rafe’s balls to stick the both of you together with messy tendrils.

You’re pliant, let him move your legs so your ankles entwine behind his back, heavy hand locking them together and giving you both little breathing room; just enough for him to spill obscenities straight into your emotionless face with hot, sticky breath — he laughs, manically and seemingly at his own joke, before deciding to share it with you, “just don’t go running ‘bout me ‘assaulting’ you right. You wanted this, not my fault my cock’s so good the slut has to go dumb hmm?” mocking you with a teasing lilt and a raised brow.

You pat at his swollen chest, it’s all you can manage to do, urgent to get him off you, give you a little space atleast. He only shoves himself in further, lips puckering to sloppily catch yours, saliva straying down your chin and jaw instead.

Your outright discomfort seems to get him going even more, thrusts increasing in increment despite becoming more careless, tip catching your clit when he slips out and hurries to stuff it back in.

When his face pinches up, brows tensed and nose furrowed, you can tell he’s going to cum, the friction between your bodies almost unbearable with the heat that suddenly envelops him.

A slew of curses are hissed out, casual vulgarity being one of Rafe’s favourite expressions of self, and then he’s pulling out and wrapping a fist around himself to paint your tummy white. Ropes shooting watery on your tummy and painting him a proud picture.

He shakes himself off on you a final time before tucking his wet dick back into his briefs, cleaning himself up entirely unbothered by the dissected mess of you laying drugged and fucked out on the bed.

“My head feels funny.”

“Yeah, that’s cause I fucked it out of whack.” He says it serious but you can imagine his upturned lips at his own sick sense of humour.

“Where are you going?” you sit up groggy, chest tight.

“Uhh, back downstairs, got some more yayo I needa lay off— you can stay here or.. wherever, doesn’t matter.”

He has the decency to shut the door fully when he leaves, yet you’re still alone and forced to lay in the waste of one of Rafe Cameron’s nights out.

ex-boyfriend fratboy!rafe. god help me!

cw. smut (mdni), fem!reader, toxic relationship, alcohol and drug use, mirror sex, degradation kink.

the music sounds distant, muffled by the white-tiled walls that appeared a light, smudged gray thanks to the alcohol fogging your brain—and the way his pelvis kissed your ass with each plap-plap-plap, echoing in the bathroom of a party you weren’t even supposed to be at. for this exact reason. you knew how it would end. with your lame coked-up excuse of an ex inside you.

and still, you couldn't even answer the big, ugly question sitting in your gut: why the fuck do i keep letting him do this? your body had betrayed you again, thighs spread wide and shaking as his cock hit that spot that made your toes curl against the cold tile. and, of course, your eyes met his in the large, square mirror above the sink. a voyeuristic form of self-loathing. as if you needed to confirm, once again, how the promises of, “no, i’m not gonna talk to him, not even look at him, i promise!” made to your friends, were entirely baseless.

perhaps even they had already accepted it—

“fuck,” he groaned, and a grin stretched across his stupidly handsome face as you let out another loud moan when his fat tip grazes your g-spot, bingo. thankfully, for the sake of your peace of mind (because he, more than once, hadn’t cared if the entire party heard how good his cock made you feel), the host’s house was massive. you’d ended up here with him because all the other bathrooms were occupied when the drinks you’d downed earlier hit, and that’s how you found yourself in the second-floor bathroom at the end of the hall. that's how “pee-and-leave” turned into this.

his right hand—the one not gripping your shoulder with his beefy arm wrapped tightly around your trembling torso—moved up, cupping your jaw and forcing you to look into the mirror at the two of you: sweaty, panting bodies. 

“fuckin’ look at that,” he panted, gaze flicking down. “hah, shit, look how those two bounce,” he slapped the side of your breast, leaving a hot, stinging mark. he was so mean.

and you hated yourself for clenching around him because of it.

his laugh was this low, mean sound, vibrating against your back as he leaned forward, his chest slick with sweat pressing into you like he needed to get as deep as possible. fucking gross. the thought was interrupted by the hot breath skating over the shell of your ear. “see that face you’re making?” he murmured. “‘s my favorite one. you look so—fuckin’—wrecked.”

and god, if he wasn’t right. your eyeliner had betrayed you hours ago, smeared into shadows that made your eyes look too big, too wide, like a haunted doll. your lips were red and swollen, half from the sloppy kiss that started this whole thing and half from biting down so hard to keep yourself quiet. the woman staring back at you was enjoying it, there was no way to deny that.

“shut up,” you hissed, you just wanted to look away. but his fingers curled tighter around your jaw, already marking his digits there.

“you don’t want me to shut up,” he taunted, his hips rolling deeper, lazier. like he had all the time in the world to ruin you. “you love it when i talk, when i tell you how fuckin’ good you’re taking it, like the slut you are.”

you hated him. you hated him so much you could cry—you were going to cry, but for different reasons. you hated the way he always knew exactly what to say, to keep you squeezing him between your slick walls, and getting you addicted every day a little bit more, increasing the dose.

but the worst part—the part that made your chest twist like a wet towel, wringing out something raw and acidic—was how he was right. he always was. every damn time. you hated how he’d figured you out. he was your ex, goddamn it!

because yeah, you did love it. loved the sound of his low voice dragging over your nerves like a matchstick ready to explode a bomb. loved the way his cock stretched you open until it felt like your brain short-circuited, leaving nothing but static between your ears. loved that stupid smirk, too. it wasn’t fair. he wasn’t fair. 

you tried to focus on anything else—the way the faucet dripped, the faint bassline pulsing through the floor beneath you, keeping your eyes open. “rafe,” you whispered in a treacherous moan.

his hand slid down your belly, splayed wide like he was claiming you, branding you his. “tell me,” his voice was almost tender now, mockery softened by the way he groaned as you clenched around him. “tell me how much you hate me while you’re drippin’ all over my cock.” 

you didn’t say anything. couldn’t. your throat tightened as your hips jerked back to meet his thrusts, sharp and desperate, chasing something you’d regret in the morning along with the hangover. or maybe right after you came. but right now, you needed it like you needed air. 

his laughter curled around you, mean and knowing, as his hand slid up your belly, splayed possessively just under your ribs. like he owned you. like he always had, no matter how many times you’d tried to scrape him out of your system. “that’s what I thought,” he muttered, his lips brushing your temple like a kiss. like he thought he was being romantic, like he thought this was some kind of fucked-up love story. “hate me all you want, baby. but this?” his hand slid lower, between your legs, pinching your sensitive clit, making you bite your lip hard enough to taste blood as your legs buckled. “this don’t lie.”

happy birthday, baby (part one: birthday girl)

(boyfriend!rafe x girlfriend!reader two-shot)

summary it's your first birthday as rafe's girlfriend, and he's desperate to show you just how special you are to him...

content fluff! smut! 18+ minors do not interact!

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“It’s too much, Rafe!”

The pile of presents in front of you is outrageous. Bows and bags and big, meticulously wrapped packages.

“Never too much for my girl,” he stands back, beaming as he watches you take in the display with your mouth agape.

“I don’t even know which one to open first,” you muse.

“Any of ‘em. Just not,” he steps forward and plucks one bag from the pile, “this one. This one’s for last.”

You eye him suspiciously as he sets the bag on the kitchen counter, out of reach. 

“What surprises do you have planned, Cameron?”

“If I told you,” he smiles, stepping behind you and wrapping his arms around your torso, “then they wouldn’t be surprises. Now pick a present or we’re gonna be here all day.”

“Excuse me, I will not be rushed on my birthday,” you say defiantly.

“Not rushing you,” he drops a kiss on your shoulder, “just got a lot of shit planned for ya, I don’t want to waste any time,” he clarifies.

“There’s more?” You turn in his grasp, eyes wide.

He’d already woken you up with breakfast in bed, and an adorably off-key, groggy voiced rendition of ‘Happy Birthday.’ His bedroom was full of flowers and balloons, including two big pink ones displaying your new age. After you ate the fluffiest pancakes you’d ever had in your life, he slipped a heavy diamond necklace around your neck, kissing your shoulders as he clasped it. Giving him a million thank you kisses, you told him you loved your present, and he chuckled, leading you to the kitchen to the mountain of additional presents you’re now ogling.

“So much more. I’ve got a whole day planned for you, so let’s get to it,” he said with a quick tap on your ass, making you giggle.

“Okay, okay! I want…that one,” you point to the largest package in the back of the pile, “‘cause it’s big.”

“Huh, where have I heard that before?” He pretends to think, a smug smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

You roll your eyes, shoving him back by his shoulder and scoffing, “you’re on another one today, I swear.”

“Just excited to celebrate you,” he grins, placing a quick kiss on your cheek before pulling the biggest present out of the pile.

You sit in one of his dining chairs, opening present after present, each one delighting you more than the last. Flashy and expensive; a new bag, two pairs of shoes that have been on your wishlist forever, jewelry until you’re dripping in diamonds and precious gems. Sweet and sentimental; a printed album of all your instagram posts since the two of you got together almost a year ago, a gold ring engraved with a handwritten message, a crystal picture frame with a shot of the two of you on his boat at sunset. 

You wonder if it’s possible for your heart to actually burst from affection.

When only one present remains, you eye the counter quizzically, waiting for him to bring you the little bag he had set aside. Rafe just makes himself busy picking up the discarded ribbons and wrapping paper, a little blush on his face as he focuses on the chore.

“Rafe…” you try to get his attention.

“Yeah?” He leans down to pick up a bow that had fallen under the table, when he stands, you step in front of him, grabbing the trash from his hands and setting it to the side. 

“I want my last present please,” you smile, hands cupped in front of you expectantly.

He scratches the top of his buzzed head, taking a deep breath, “why don’t we wait? I booked you a spa appointment so you should probably get ready…”

“Rafe,” you cross your arms over your chest, “why are you being all squirmy?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know if you’ll like it, I don’t want you to think…anything.”

You had no idea what he meant by ‘think anything,’ but this whole you not liking something he took the time to pick out for you business was just nonsense. 

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you stood up on your tiptoes to place a soft, steady kiss on his lips. 

“Well I do know. I’m gonna love it, because you got it for me, and I love you,” you ease his worry.

You had told each other you loved each other for the first time a little over a month ago, but it still feels like fireworks everytime one of you says it. Nothing in life is sweeter than the sound of his quick, reassuring “love ya” before hanging up the phone, or his whispered, emotional “I love you so much,” when he’s buried inside you late at night.

“I love you too,” he grins.

“Good,” you place one more kiss on his lips, “then I would like my last present now, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he smirks, walking you toward the kitchen, kissing you all the way as he backs you up step by step.

By the time you reach the kitchen island, you’ve almost forgotten about the striped gift bag waiting for you there, distracted by his lips and the cute little smooches they’re making against your mouth with each step.

He reaches back for the bag without pulling away, holding it behind his back as he ducks down for one last peck before swinging it forward and presenting it to you.

“We can take it back if you don’t li-” you silence him with a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, it’s my last present of the day, let me enjoy this,” you request.

He nods solemnly, waiting until you were looking away, too distracted by the tissue paper in the bag to see the smirk growing on his lips as he thought about his actual last present for you. A rush of nerves shoot through him as he pictures the little black velvet pouch sitting in his nightstand drawer. 

Obeying your request, he bites his tongue as you pull out the rest of the tissue paper. When you finally see what’s sitting in the bag, a slow, delighted smile spreads across your face. You don’t pull the gift out, just bite your lip as you blink up at him through your lashes. His cheeks are adorably pink. 

He’s never bought you lingerie before. He’s seen you in plenty of it, though. Hell, he cleared a whole drawer for you like a month after you started dating, telling you to take as much space as you needed as long as he was the only one who got to see you in it. But the thought of him actually going into the store and asking the sales lady for exactly what he wanted to see you in, surely pulling out his black card and telling her the price tag was not an issue, made your belly tighten with lust.

“Ah I see,” you smirk, “it’s a present for me and for you.”

He nods with a lick of his lips, “you gonna try it on for me?”

You lead him to the chair you were sitting in to open presents, guiding him to sit and placing one more kiss on his cheek before excitedly padding to the bedroom to get changed. He watches you go with his tongue pressed into his cheek, readying himself, wondering how the fuck someone like him got lucky enough to be with someone like you.

Rafe had picked out the cutest little set for you. Matching floral bra and panties, sheer and constructed with hardly any fabric at all, a matching garter belt and thigh high sheer stockings. You gasp when you see the price tag, understanding now why the fabric feels so nice and the stitching is so intricate. 

You take your time pulling it on, both to be gentle with the expensive pieces and to tease the man waiting for you in the other room. The thought of him squirming in that chair wondering what the hell was taking so long makes you giggle.

“The fuck are you laughing about in there?” He calls out impatiently from the other room. “You’re killin’ me!” 

You laugh hard at that, head falling back in delight as you clip the last strap of the garter into place. You add a pair of kitten heels to tie it all together and run your fingers through your hair, one quick look in the mirror to appreciate yourself before stepping slowly from the room.

“Sorry to make you wait, baby,” you tilt your head apologetically and step towards him tauntingly. 

Rafe just smiles and looks to the ceiling, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“What?” You ask as you approach, hands finding his and bringing them to rest on either side of your waist.

His thumbs trace circles into your skin, “just don’t know how I got so fuckin’ lucky. Must’ve done something right in a past life.”

Your skin goes hot at his words, and the way his eyes are skimming over your body like you’re the eighth wonder of the world.

“Nah, I think you just did a lot of things right in this life,” you pull his arms so he’ll rise to his feet.

Rafe lifts his arm with his hand still holding yours, spinning you with his pointer finger like a ballerina, memorizing every inch of you as you twirl for him.

“No man could possibly be good enough to deserve you, baby,” he responds, his large, rough hands running over your bare hips, guiding you to hop up and wrap your legs around his waist. “I’m just the luckiest guy in the world.”

You kiss him, too overwhelmed by the way he’s looking at you and holding you up to say anything in response. No one has ever made you feel so special, so wanted. He’d kneel down and kiss your feet if you asked him to. But that’s not what you want right now.

“Need you, Rafe,” you mumble against his lips, legs squeezing him tighter, hands splayed on the back of his head like you’re trying to permanently seal his mouth to yours, “please.”

“You don’t gotta beg, angel,” he coos, “I’ll give you anything you want.”

“Cause it’s my birthday?” You tease.

“No. I’ll give you anything you want every day of your fucking life,” he swears, “you deserve the world.”

But you don’t want the world, you just want him.

“Fuck, Rafe,” you sigh, lowering your core over his growing hardness, playfulness gone and replaced by frenzied need.

In response, he shifts to hold you up with one arm, using the other to sweep aggressively at the counter and knock all its contents to the floor chaotically. You love him wild like this, complete disregard for the dishes and various items he’s just sent flying across the kitchen, too drunk on you to even attempt making it to the bedroom. 

He drops you onto the counter, not too hard to hurt, but just hard enough to make your tits bounce and a little “hmph!” to rise from your chest. You’re pulling him to you in seconds, nails clawing at his shoulders and the back of his head as his lips devour yours. He slots his hips between your knees, forcing your legs to fall open for him.

“Gonna make you feel so good, birthday girl,” he promises, chest hovering over you powerfully, lowering you slowly until you’re laying down on the counter, your legs dangling off the edge. 

He kisses down the column of your throat, nipping and nibbling all the way as he hooks his fingers to slip under the straps of the garter belt, pulling until the clasps break away from the top of your stockings with a snap!

You gasp, “you’re gonna break my present!”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” he shakes his head, bent in half to lower his mouth down your body, sucking purple splotches into the sensitive skin of your stomach, claiming you with every mark.

When he’s satisfied with his artwork, he lifts himself up, piercing blue eyes consuming you with an adoration you’ve never experienced before. You writhe a little under his hungry gaze, and his eyes wander to the panties he gifted you, corners of his mouth perking in a grin. His hand snakes up your thigh and he sweeps his thumb over your covered slit without warning, making you gasp and arch off the cold counter.

“Looks like you already made a mess of your present anyway,” his eyes twinkle with mischief as he spreads your wetness through the fabric.

“Can’t help it,” you whine under the pressure, “you always make me so fucking wet.”

He’s desperate to taste you, lowering to his knees and dragging your panties down with him. Gripping your hips, he pulls you to the edge of the counter, closer to his mouth. He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, the sting outweighed by the pleasure. 

You arch toward him, desperate to feel his mouth on you, but his fingers find you first. He spreads you, groaning a strained ‘fuckkkk’ at the sight. He gathers your slick onto his fingers so slowly, so deliberately, it’s driving you insane. 

Finally, finally, he lowers his mouth and licks, ever so gently, up your center. You’re on fire, the cold marble counter below you doing little to cool your spiked body temperature. 

Between deliberate licks he whispers praises, his tongue and voice taking turns worshiping you.

“Do you know I belong to you?” He confesses, his other hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard it almost cracks. “Do you understand that you fucking own me?”

“You talk so pretty, baby,” you moan, losing your grasp on language as he sends lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, “love that mouth.”

“It’s yours,” he promises, finally lapping at your clit with a pointed tongue, “it’s all yours, everything I’ve got.”

“Just want you!” you cry out when he pulls the sensitive bud into his mouth and sucks hard.

“You have me, ‘m not going anywhere,” he says after releasing your clit with a pop. His middle finger, already soaked from you, dips into your entrance slowly. “You’re my everything, forever.”

Rafe continues to wrap you in soliloquies of praise as his other hand kneads the skin of your stomach reverently, like a potter molding his clay.

It’s these promises that make your head spin, drowning in the tapestry he weaves with his words until all you can think, all you know, is that you love him. When a second finger enters you and his mouth finds the spot he knows so well, everything in the world fades. The only thing that means anything is this man and the way he makes you feel.

His fingers twist and twirl inside you while his mouth works your clit. You’re beside yourself, feeling your release creep closer and closer with each flick of his tongue. You grab the edge of the counter top for purchase, but it’s not enough. Your hands paw at his head, wishing there was something more to ground you. 

You love his buzzcut, you had an appointment in your shared calendar each month for him to dutifully sit on a stool in the bathroom while you redid it with the electric clippers, but in this moment you wish for the first time that he’d grow it out. You tuck the thought away for later.

He loves the way you’re clawing at his scalp, and clenching around his fingers, knowing you’re close like he knows everything about you. He grabs one of your hands, offering his to you so you can squeeze as hard as you need to, loving the pain as he pushes you to the edge.

You cry out his name when you come, nearly breaking the bones in his fingers. He doesn’t stop until the very last wave of ecstasy rolls through you, his body hovering over yours as he soothes you through the cool down.

“You have no idea what you mean to me,” he whispers into your collarbone, following the vulnerable words with a shaky kiss.

“I think I have some idea,” your palm glides over his scalp, where you were just leaving scratches, inspecting to make sure you hadn’t done too much damage. “Because of how much you mean to me.”

He just shakes his head, his buzzed hair tickling your chin.

You both rise from the counter, Rafe straightening your lingerie set and taking in his gift to you one more time. He stands between your legs, fists on the counter as he leans forward on flexed arms.

“How am I supposed to top this?” You wonder aloud, hands smoothing over his shoulders and your head tilting in that adorable way he’s obsessed with.

“What do you mean?” He puzzles.

“When your birthday comes around,” you explain, “you’ve set the bar so high.”

Rafe smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes. His gaze wanders from you as he pulls back slightly.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he shakes his head.

“Are you joking? And miss the chance to celebrate you?” 

“We- I don’t really do birthdays,” he says, and before you can pry any further he adds, “plus yours isn’t even close to over yet.”

Rafe lifts you effortlessly from the counter, making you yelp in surprise. You rest your head on his shoulder as he carries you to the bedroom, thinking obsessively about the way he accidentally said ‘we.’

Your heart breaks picturing younger Rafe, no birthday candles to blow out on his big day, no crowd of friends and family singing to him, no one to make him understand how special and worth celebrating he is. 

No, that just wouldn’t do. You start planning the second he falls asleep that night, determined to make his next birthday the best he’s ever had.

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part 2: birthday boy coming soon!

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⋆˚✿˖° when bitchy!kook!reader’s best friend begs her to go buy something off of rafe for her, she’s forced to face their complicated past once again.. but this time on her knees..

warnings: s1!rafe, dealer!rafe, rafe is kinda icky in this ngl, groping, teasing, name-calling, reader makes rafe go absolutely dumb, flirty banter (?), rough kissing, lots of dirty talk, slight jealousy, slight praise, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, orgasm denial

a/n: s1!rafe is such a loser, i had to.

wc: 1.8k

“just go get it!” chanel whined, tugging on your arm as you rolled your eyes at her. she’s been begging you to score from rafe for about fifteen minutes now, a hundred dollar bill tucked between her fingers as she shook you by your shoulders. “no, chanel! i’m not really feeling a bump right now, alright?” you looked away from her in hopes she’d give it up already. you knew she was still mortified from the last time she tried to buy off of rafe, her form of payment being a complete miss when rafe gave her a disgusted look as she not-so-subtly got on her knees for him.

after she had to mask her embarrassment and play it off as if she just ‘dropped’ something and had to pick it up, she vowed to never face rafe cameron again. “i’m literally offering free blow, come on!” she exclaimed. you looked around the room, noticing a few stares in your direction, a sigh leaving your lips as you ripped the money from her hands. “fine! oh my god, will you stop that already!?” you whispered, reapplying your lipgloss before making your way over to rafe. he was surrounded by all of his friends, their boisterous laughter coming to a stop as you approached their table.

sliding the bill over to him, you felt the burn of their surrounding gazes on your ass. “i’ll have whatever that can get me.” you slowly stood back up, your dress riding up your thighs as rafe so shamelessly ogled your cleavage. “not even a ‘hi, how are you?’ i thought we were closer than that, babe.” rafe chuckled, shooing his friends off with the wave of his hand. without another word, they left, leaving you and rafe all alone as he patted the spot next to him. “i’m not sitting down. i just need my shit and i’ll be gone.” rafe’s smile dropped at your words, a scoff leaving his lips as he rounded the table.

“this is what you want, huh?” he waved a small baggie in your face, “take a walk with me and it’s all yours.. no money necessary.” he slipped the bill in your bra, his fingers skimming the flesh there as he threw an arm around your shoulders. oh, chanel owed you big time for this. “we should be together baby, we’d be the hottest couple in this bitch.” you hummed in disagreement, flashing him a glare. “i’m already the hottest one here, i don’t need you to be the ‘hottest’ anything.” rafe smiled down at you. your bitchy attitude only made him grow hard for you in his pants.

“you’re a bitch, you know that?” he started walking you two upstairs, his arm dropping from your shoulders before grabbing a handful of your ass through your dress. “aww, you think so?” you cooed, feigning innocence as you swatted his hand away. rafe settled for keeping a palm on the small of your back, your eybrows knitting in confusion when you two walked into a bathroom. “what are we doing in here?” you watched as rafe clicked the lock shut, his biceps bulging through his t-shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest. you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles.

rafe is a pretty attractive guy, there was no doubt about that. sharp facial features, blue eyes that made it easy to get lost in, and his muscles.. god, those chiseled muscles were a weakness of yours. “you can stop the act, you know?” he stepped closer, his face mere centimeters from yours. you put some space between you two, taking the hundred dollar bill out of your bra and offering it to him once again. “i’m just here to get something for my friend. you can take it or leave it, i don’t care which one you choose.” you leaned against the sink, the dim lighting making your lipgloss sparkle.

rafe nodded, tonguing his cheek as he caged you between his arms. he just had to smell so good. “your friend?” he repeated, “you’re not talking about chanel, right? the one who wanted to give me head instead of actually paying me?” you laughed, attempting to push him away but he didn’t budge. “oh, that just strokes your ego, doesn’t it?” you glanced at him through your lashes, feeling your resolve crumble the longer he stayed this close to you. “nah, not like you do.” he leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw. rafe was starting to get you where he wanted you.

“come on, you tellin’ me that you don’t think about that night we snuck away from that charity gala and had marathon sex on the druthers?” and there it was.. the one and only thing rafe cameron had dirt on you for. you sucked in a breath, a shiver running down your spine when he nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “that was months ago, rafe.” you sighed, your hands trailing up his arms. “i still think about it,” he started, “still’ got your panties from that night in my room..” you moaned at the revelation, your fingers threading through his hair as he lifted you onto the sink to step between your thighs.

“why did you bring me here?” you pulled away, eyes glazed over as he rested a hand on your thigh. “because i still wanna supply you, just at the cost of something else..” you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what that ‘something’ was. “goodbye, rafe.” you were about to move around him when he spoke. “that’s fine, really. i bet that girlfriend of yours downstairs wouldn’t mind getting on her knees for me one more time.. y’know, since you can’t do it.” you froze, your jaw clenching as you turned around and glared at him. “‘i ‘can’t’ do it’. is that what you said?” you arched a brow.

“yeah. you can’t do it right, and that’s okay. desperate times call for desperate measures, and no one sucks cock better than a cokewhore looking for her next bump. ‘matter of fact.. send her up to me when you get back down there.” he winked. you were utterly speechless. who the fuck did he think he was talking to? you were hands down the best suck and fuck of his life, and you both knew it. “that’s funny..” you pouted, “cause if i remember correctly, you came three times in the span of ten minutes,” your laugh echoed off of the walls of the bathroom, “it felt so good, you were crying. did you forget that?” you whispered.

rafe cursed under his breath, lifting his head to meet your heated gaze. he could never forget that. he literally had to pull you off of him, pathetic whimpers leaving his lips as he laid there dazed and overstimulated. “but you’re right, i’m sure chanel would love to come up here.” you kissed his cheek, not even making it to the door before he pulled you back by your hair, his lips clashing with your own. the kiss was anything but soft. teeth, tongue, you name it, you two kissed like you’ve been waiting to do it for months. “you fuckin’ bitch, you were just waiting to throw that in my face, huh?”

you giggled, pushing him back against the counter before kneeling down and unbuckling his belt. rafe couldn’t believe that this was happening again. slipping his shirt off so it wasn’t in the way, he shuddered when he felt your fingers loop through the waistband of his briefs, his pants falling down in one swoop. “ah, fuck!” he hissed, the tip of his cock already leaking precum for you as you wrapped a hand around his base. “wanna keep saying that i don’t know what i’m doing?” you looked up at him with those eyes of yours, making him melt into a puddle of nothing as you stroked him languidly.

“no— no! you make me feel so good, baby..” rafe’s lips parted when you gave him a lick, swirling your tongue around the glistening head before taking him in your mouth, your throat closing around him tightly. rafe stood there frozen, his heart beating in his ears when you swallowed around his length. taking that as permission to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail, rafe pulled you off of his cock, groaning at the sight of a string of spit connecting you two before slamming back into your throat, both of you moaning at the sensation. he looked so pretty when he was fighting the urge not to cum too soon.

eyebrows pinched together in pure bliss, rafe took his bottom lip between his teeth, his head rolling back as the sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat reverberated off the walls of the bathroom. your mascara was starting to smudge, but with the black pencil in your waterline it was hard to tell you were messing up your makeup in the first place. “oh my god, baby, this is— shit, i can’t. i can’t fuckin’—” rafe was babbling nonsense, his knees buckling when he felt you take his balls in your other hand. “wait, wait, i’m so close. y/n—”

you ignored his pleas for you to slow down, only pulling away from him when he was right on the edge of painting your tongue with his cum. the look on his face was priceless when you started fixing your hair in the mirror, tearing off a piece of tissue to dab at the stray tears that managed to roll down your cheeks. “w-what are you doing? what’s wrong?” rafe stammered, his cock standing up against his stomach as you didn’t spare him another glance.

“i’m going home!” you chirped, the man next to you shaking his head at your words. “no, no, no, what are you talking about?” he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to where he stood, “come on, you know i can make you scream. let me fuck you..” he whispered the last part in your ear, making a wicked grin form on your lips. “fuck me? gross, no way.” pecking the tip of his nose, you pushed him away before opening the door. “wait, what about your blow?” he shouted after you as if to say ‘gotcha!’. turning around at the top of the stairs, you took the little baggie out of your bra and waved it at him.

“you should be careful, ray. ‘get too horny and can’t even feel when a cokewhore slips her fingers in your pocket. you made it too easy for me, baby!” rafe was in disbelief when he watched you blow a kiss at him, your hips swaying as you walked down the stairs. you were so clever he couldn’t even be mad. pathetically shouting a ‘so you’ll call me?!’ you ignored him, scoffing. “as if, loser.”

This man constantly feeding us 😩

I'm not okay.. *SCREAMS*

⟢ JUST FOR THE NIGHT

presenting kinktober day 4 ➔︎ rafe x reader x trevor

warnings: threesome, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), degrading, praise, squirting, creampie, slight breeding, 18+ mdni word count: 2.8k a/n: rafe's dialogue is in bold + trevor's is in italics (warning that this is my first time writing a threesome)

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you and your boyfriend, trevor, were at some random halloween party that a friend of yours invited you to. you weren’t familiar with who lived in the big house other than knowing you were in figure eight, but you didn’t care, you were merely here to have fun. throughout the night, you began to let loose due to the number of shots you and trevor had consumed.

your ears perked at your favorite song playing, and you squealed, dragging your boyfriend through the crowd of bodies. trevor wrapped his arms around your waist, “god, you look so sexy, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, his soft lips peppering kisses along your neck to your shoulder as both of you move to the music.

his hands roamed up and down your waist, resting under your tits, and you hummed to the song as your eyes drifted to see a tall blonde, who looked identical to your boyfriend, watching the two of you. your eyes meet rafe’s as he sips his drink, his eyes raking up and down your body, and you can see the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he sees trevor walking away before quickly downing what was left in the red solo cup and setting it aside to make his way to you. 

“what do we have here? little red riding hood, huh?” rafe smirked, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, taking in your costume. his index finger trailed over the top of your dress, right above your tits, “you’re a pretty little thing,” he paused, “you know, i’ve been watching you since the minute you stepped foot into my house.”. 

“your house?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “mhm, what? you don’t know who i am?” he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into his hard, muscular chest, swaying you along with the music. you shook your head and a laugh rumbled in his chest, “you’re in tannyhill, does that ring a bell in that pretty head of yours?”.

“no, i’m not a local, just here with my boyfriend for a few weeks to visit a friend,” you muttered, “just visiting a friend, huh? and where did your boyfriend run off to?” he hummed. before you could respond, you felt a second pair of hands on your hips, “who’s your friend, baby?” trevor rasped, pressing himself against you. 

you stared at the man in front of you, realizing you never caught his name, “rafe,” he introduced himself to both you and your boyfriend. you craned your neck to look back at trevor to see he was looking back and forth between you and rafe, noticing how your eyes were glazed over and taking note of your bottom lip sucked between your teeth when you looked at rafe. he knew the look on your face all too well and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “you could deny it all you want, but i know that look a little too well. you want him to fuck you, don’t you?”. 

you chewed on your lip anxiously, glancing over at rafe, who had an amused look on his face and was trying to decipher your facial expression. sure, you and trevor briefly mentioned wanting to try something new, but the thought didn’t stop you from rubbing your thighs together.  

“it’s okay if you do, baby. i could share you for one night,” your boyfriend whispered. “are you sure?” you hesitated, unsure whether he was serious since the two of you had never acted on the idea before. “mhm, i‘m sure. wanna know why? because you’re mine, and at the end of the night, you’re coming home with me, no one else,” trevor reassured, his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your waist. 

“we can try it, only if you want to. i don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” trevor murmured. his reassurance made your heart flutter, and you gave him a small nod, “i’m not uncomfortable, i do want to try, i’m just nervous.” 

it didn’t take much to convince rafe, who had a smug look etched on his face; all he had to hear from your boyfriend was, “heard that, cameron? my girl wants you to join,” before he led the two of you upstairs to his bedroom. once the three of you entered the room, rafe locked the door.

in a matter of seconds, you were sandwiched between both men with trevor’s lips on yours while rafe led wet, open-mouthed kisses on the column of your neck. rafe’s hands slide up your waist, cupping and squeezing your tits through your costume as they both back you to the edge of the bed. trevor worked at the zipper of your costume, unzipping it and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor, leaving you in only your lace thong and knee-high socks. he pulled away to lay back on the bed, “c’mere, wanna feel your sweet cunt on my tongue.”.

his fingers hooked into the waistband of your thong, pulling them down and tossing them to rafe, who stuffs them into the pocket of his pants. you swung your leg over trevor’s torso, and he grabbed your hips, yanking you back until your glistening cunt hovered over his face. “oh—“ a small squeak erupts from your throat when he licks a stripe along your slick folds, flattening his tongue. your hips bucked forward when he flicked and swirled his tongue onto your clit, “go on, baby, make rafe feel good while i eat this pretty pussy.”.

rafe‘s fingers thread through your hair, holding your head upright as he kicks his pants and boxers aside. his cock sprung out, slapping against his lower abdomen, and your mouth couldn’t help but water at the sight of his hard, veiny cock. he teasingly slaps the head of his cock against your lips, coating them with his precum, “be a good girl and open your mouth.”. 

you part your lips, letting your tongue dart out to lick at the bead of precum before swirling your tongue around his tip. he tugs at the roots of your hair, sinking his length deeper into your warm, wet mouth, “fuck, knew you’d look pretty with your mouth stuffed full.”.

trevor’s arms hooked over your thighs, pinning them down, his tongue working in tandem when your hips moved feverishly against his mouth. “shit–” rafe grunts, feeling your throat constrict around him when trevor’s tongue slips inside you, his nose grinding against your swollen clit. “you like that, baby? like having your pussy ate while sucking dick?” your boyfriend groaned. 

you mumbled incoherently around rafe in response, your tongue running along the underside of his cock as tears well in your eyes from rafe pushing your head further down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brutally fucks your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair when you try to pull away as you gag around him.

your muffled moans increasingly become more persistent as trevor skillfully works his tongue, flicking and sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves. you pathetically rut against trevor’s mouth, your legs trembling, feeling the tightening in your stomach growing tenfold and crying out as your orgasm washes over you.

the sight of your mascara-stained face was enough to send rafe over the edge, “shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he panted. his hips faltering, your nose tickling the small patch of hair resting below his belly button as he pushes his dick deep into your mouth, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, swiping his thumb against the string of spit that connected between your lips and his tip. he collected the small amount of cum that dribbled out before pushing his thumb into your mouth, groaning when you sucked it clean, “good girl, so eager to please, huh?”. 

you bit your lip before gasping when trevor tossed you onto your back, kissing his way up your body to your lips, “did so fuckin’ good, baby,” he praised, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, whining and sitting up when he broke the kiss at rafe’s words, “bet that pretty little cunt feels even better than your mouth.”.

“i don’t think so, cameron, you can fuck her ass. her pussy was only made for me; it’s off-limits,” trevor snorted. you look between both men, your gaze settling on your boyfriend as you jut your bottom lip out, pouting at him, “trevor, it’s just for the night. you said you were sure and even said it yourself by the end of the night, i’m going home with you because i’m yours, remember?”.

his cerulean blue eyes softened at your pout, frowning to himself because not only did you use his words against him but because he knew you were right. “fine—but the only way cameron gets to fuck what’s mine is if we both do at the same time.”.

rafe chuckles at the idea, “shit, i don’t care as long as i get to feel her wrapped around me.”.

“w-what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, understanding exactly what he was indicating, “i don’t know if that's a good idea…i don’t think i could handle both of you.” 

“c’mon, baby, you were just pouting f’me to let rafe fuck you, and you want both of us,” trevor pointed out, “just trying to give your greedy little cunt what it wants.”.

you were teetering on the edge of the idea, not thinking you could take both of them. still, it didn’t stop your arousal from growing and sticking to your inner thighs, eager to at least give it a try. “atta girl, don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” rafe cooed, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip. 

the two swiftly discard the rest of their clothes before trevor lays flat on his back, your legs straddling either side of his hips as he pulls you on top of him. his hands rested on your hips, lifting you, and he gripped the base of his cock, lining himself with your sopping hole. you lower yourself onto him, your walls swallowing around him, sucking him in deeper as his cock splits you open. 

trevor rolled his hips into yours when he felt your body tense at the feeling of the mattress dipping under rafe’s weight as he climbed behind you.“s’okay, just gonna stretch you out for both of us,” rafe murmured, his large palm traveling up your back, pushing at your spine until your tits were pressed against your boyfriend’s chest. you felt his fingers run along your inner thighs, gasping when he slowly slipped his finger into your already stuffed cunt. 

rafe slowly moved his finger in and out of you; his gaze fixated on your facial expressions before adding another finger. your body wasn’t accustomed to the feeling, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt when he gently moved his middle and ring fingers, stretching you further. "you ready for more, princess?”. 

“y-yes,” you breathed out, nodding and looking at rafe over your shoulder while trevor’s lips trailed wet kisses from your jaw to neck, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your hips as rafe removed his fingers and settled behind you. rafe spreads your ass cheeks to give him better access and lets a glob of his spit land where you and trevor are joined. 

“shit, princess…pussy is already stuffed full, don’t think there’s any room for me. you sure this tight little hole can take both of us?” rafe teases, running the thick head of his cock up and down your folds. a sharp whimper slips past your lips, burying your face into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck when rafe slowly pushes his tip in. 

your brain short-circuited as rafe slides himself in, pushing his hips forward till his pelvis is flush against your ass, his cock stretching you further than it already was before the two started to slowly thrust into you, allowing your body to grow accustomed to the feeling of both of their cocks inside you.

your whimpers bounce off the walls of rafe’s bedroom, the burning sensation of your pussy being stretched and filled past its limit subsiding as they go back and forth, their cocks steadily moving in and out of you simultaneously.

“such a greedy little slut, your boyfriend doesn’t leave you satisfied, or his dick isn’t enough for you?” rafe taunts, trying to piss your boyfriend off. you squeaked when trevor’s fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his feet planted onto the firm mattress to harshly thrust up into you, “should be fuckin’ lucky i’m even letting you fuck her, cameron.”. 

your pussy squelches around their cocks as rafe pounds into you mercilessly. his hips snapping against your ass, watching the fatty flesh jiggle, “goddamn, princess, you’re soakin’ my cock. you like this, don’t you? like having your pretty hole stretched and fucked by two cocks?”.

you tried to sit up, only for rafe’s hand to lay flat on your back, holding you on top of trevor. you could feel tears well in your eyes, your nails biting into the skin of trevor’s biceps, leaving crescent-shaped marks as they pushed in and out of your soaked cunt. trevor’s fingers run through your hair, gently tugging your head away from his neck to capture your lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth, swallowing each moan and whimper that slipped from your lips.

“look at you…takin’ both of us at once like the filthy little slut you are,” he groaned, sucking and biting your plump, swollen lips.

you yelp abruptly when rafe’s large palm slaps your ass, your skin stinging from his signet ring catching against your skin. he grabs your hair, twisting it around his wrist to pull your head back. his lips brush against your ear, biting at the lobe, “you just wanna be our little fucktoy for the night, yeah?”.

“yes!” you sob out, their hips smacking into yours, pounding into your cunt relentlessly. their cocks deliciously dragging against your walls with each harsh thrust they give. your eyes squeeze shut when trevor’s hand snakes up your waist to your neck, firmly gripping your throat, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “keep those pretty eyes open, baby.”.

“s’too much,” you whimpered, “shh, you can take it. you’re doing so fuckin’ good,” his thumb prodded your bottom lip, shoving it into your mouth, watching you suck. the persistent abuse on your cervix caused by their cocks had your head spinning, barely able to muster a single thought, let alone words. you couldn’t help but moan around his thumb when rafe slipped his hand around to reach between your thighs, the pads of his fingers deftly rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit. 

the familiar tightening in your stomach had you clenching around them, “you wanna cum for us?” rafe grunted in your ear, his fingers never letting up. your vision blurs, tears streaming down your face, nodding frantically as it all becomes too overwhelming for your poor cunt to handle. 

“we’ll fill you up so fuckin’ good. just be a good girl and cum for us,” trevor rasps, looking up at you, his nails almost breaking skin from his bruising grip on your hips. your walls convulse around them, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs shaking uncontrollably at the intense pressure between your thighs. cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, wetness pooling your inner thighs and soaking their cocks.

“oh, fuck—” both men groaned as you collapsed onto trevor’s chest, too fucked out to realize you squirted. 

you could tell rafe was close, his thrusts growing sloppy, and his hips stuttered, giving you a few more thrusts. a strangled moan slips from his mouth, spilling himself inside you, and painting your walls white. you squirm, reaching out to hold onto rafe’s forearm as trevor holds you steady, snapping his hips up into you as he chases after his release, “gonna stuff this perfect cunt full with my cum.”. 

“p-please—“ you mewl; your desperate whimpers and pleas to be stuffed full sent your boyfriend over the edge, pushing his cock deep into your abused cunt, moaning as he empties himself inside you, stuffing you full with his thick cum. 

the room fell silent, only the sounds of the three of you panting filled the room. you stayed on top of trevor, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck in an attempt to catch your breath as he kissed your head, whispering praises into your ear.

you writhed as rafe pulled out and collapsed onto the bed before turning his head to look at the two of you, his chest heaving as he licked his lips, “you gonna let me have her to myself next time?”.

trevor grabs a pillow off the bed, chucking it at him, “next time? fat fuckin’ chance, cameron. you’re lucky you even got a chance.”.

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right and like readers parents dont know whats going on between them so they trust rafe the most so every time readers going to the doctor. rafes always her doctor. ohoh and when he does a little (a lot) more then js a pelvic exam😣

warnings: dbf!doctor!rafe, inspection kink, fingering, reader is 18+, CNC — this is ALL consensual

your parents, especially your dad, trusts rafe, why wouldn’t he? after all, he is his best friend.

when you first went to him for a pelvic exam, you were fidgeting, your leg bouncing up and down out of nervousness. sure, you knew you could trust him, he was a family friend, but that didn’t ease your anxiety at the fact you’d be sprawled out with your legs spread open and he’d be between them.

“hey, relax, s’just me. you’re in good hands, i promise,” rafe reassured, his thumbs rubbing your calves soothingly.

you relaxed your body as he gently spread your pussy open. rafe runs his gloved fingers along your folds, coating them with your slick, pulling a gasp from your soft lips when he inserts his thick digits into your tight hole.

"see, s'not so bad" he murmured, pushing his fingers further. rafe moved his fingers slowly, his free hand grasping at your hip to stop you from squirming, "can't do my job if you keep squirming, sweet girl".

you usher an apology, keeping yourself still as he moves his fingers again, only to furrow your eyebrows when he pulls his gloved fingers out of your cunt.

"can't examine you properly; my gloves are gettin' in the way. 'm gonna have to feel you raw" rafe rasps, "is that okay?".

you nodded, not questioning him, considering he's a doctor and he knows what's best.

rafe removed his gloves, tossing them into the trash nearby before moving his fingers to trace along your bare cunt. his eyes flickered to your face, almost as if studying your facial expressions as he pushed his fingers back into your soaked cunt.

your breath hitched in your throat when he pumped his fingers in and out of you. his free hand slides up your hip to your lower belly, firmly pressing down as he curls his fingers against your cervix.

"there you go, you're doing such a good job," he praised, watching you suck your plump bottom lip between your teeth, your face contorting in pleasure. his tongue swipes across his lip, his thumb moving to circle your clit.

his cock stiffens, holding back a groan as he feels your pussy soaking his fingers. his hand slipping from your belly to palm himself through his pants, "think 'm gonna need to examine a little more".

✦︎ STARKEYSPRINCESS KINKTOBER ‘24 ✦︎

each fic will be posted on FRIDAYS (exact dates below) + they will be linked onto this masterlist once they’re posted.

there is a mix of both rafe + trevor (hellraiser)

the titles are still in the works but they will be updated as soon as i come up with them along with the contents. I’m only doing 5 cause I don’t have the brain capacity to do one per day. this is my very first kinktober which I’m both excited & nervous but i hope y’all will enjoy it !!

warnings: 18+ mdni, contains dark/taboo content, sexual themes

October 4th feels too good to be wrong ⟢ stepbro!rafe ⤷ contains: stepcest, pillow humping, guided masturbation

October 11th make you mine forever ⟢ trevor (hellraiser) ⤷ contains: breeding & praising

October 18th you’re mine, not his ⟢ stalker!rafe ⤷ contains: dubcon, stalking, restraints + use of blindfold

October 25th name TBD ⟢ rafe x reader x trevor ⤷ contains: threesome + dvp

October 31st name TBD ⟢ ghostface!rafe x final girl!reader ⤷ contains: dubcon, primal (pred + prey), knife play, blood

EXTRA(S) ⟢ rafe fucking you in the house of mirrors

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©STARKEYSPRINCESS. 18+ content, mdni. do not copy, translate, or claim my writing as yours.

season 2 rafe confronts pogue!reader about the gold…

cw: rafe kidnaps reader, gun play, mention of orgasm.. ending is vague on purpose. let ur imagination decide what happens next | MDNI 18+

“you-you want me to believe that line of shit? about how you can’t find the gold?” rafe was standing in front of you with a pistol pointed right at your chest.

he’d seen you about an hour ago when you were trying to take a nice, evening jog. you’d stupidly had your music up too loud and hadn’t heard his truck’s engine. before you knew it, rafe’s big arms were wrapped around you as he drug you backwards to his truck.

“let me go! rafe! what the fuck are you doing? let me go! let me go!” you kicked and screamed as he tightened his hold and continued walking.

“shut up!” he yelled as he threw his back door open and put you inside. despite your fighting, he managed to buckle your seatbelt and turn the child lock on.

“rafe! fucking let me out!” you struggled as you tried to climb into the front seat. “rafe!”

“i’m sorry.” he grunted as he slung his gun back, pistol whipping you so hard your body went limp against his leather seat.

“i don’t know what to tell you, rafe! they hid it and didn’t tell me where! what else do you want me to say?” you pulled at the ropes he’d tied around your wrists and legs. you were in the dining room at tannyhill, bound to one of the expensive chairs.

“you pogues are unbelievable.” he spat as he walked closer to you. your breath hitched when the cool metal of his gun came in contact with your temple. “i mean i-i got a gun to your head and you still won’t fess up.” he tsks as he drags the gun down the side of your face to your jaw, pressing it in slightly.

you pray he won’t notice your trembling thighs squeezing together. you’re internally kicking yourself for being turned on in a moment like this, but it’s not like you can help it. you’re just a girl, after all. you whimper and whine as the gun presses further into your skin.

“rafe, i-i don’t know. i’m sorry.” you try to avoid his gaze but he’s too quick. the second you look down, he’s using the gun to turn your eyes back towards him. you gasp when he presses the tip into your throat.

rafe’s jaw clenches and his grip tightens on his pistol as he glares at you. slowly, he drags the gun down your neck to your chest. your toes curl as you try not to show any sign of, well, anything. you try to remain as stoic as you can but it’s proving to be harder and harder as he continues to drag his gun down your body.

“you don’t know, huh? you don’t know.” he lets out a humorless laugh and shakes his head as the gun gets closer to the waistband of your leggings. “you fuckin’ know.. and-and you’re going to tell me. you understand? i got all night, sweetheart.”

rafe’s eyes lock with yours as the barrel moves lower, now resting on your mound. the tension is thick between you as rafe slides the gun in between your legs, pressing the cool metal against your clothed heat. his ears perk up when you whimper. the sweet sound causing a smirk to grow on his face as he slowly moves the gun back and forth.

“oh? little pogue likes feeling the gun on her pussy, huh?” you try to squeeze your legs together, but it’s no use. “no, no, don’t push me away now.” rafe continued to slide the weapon over your cunt, making you whine. “how about this..” he leaned in until his mouth was against the shell of your ear. “i’m gonna give you what you want, but only if you give me what i want in return. ‘s that sound fair?”

his eyebrows furrowed when you shook your head. “no?”

“i-this isn’t what i want.” you swallow thickly and look up at him. his eyes widen in amusement and he moves the gun, laughing at the wet spot on your leggings.

“it’s not? so-so you’re just always soakin’ wet?” you try to protest but rafe shakes his head. “you don’t gotta lie to me, okay? you’re so wet right now it’s practically dripping on the fuckin’ floor.” you tense up when the barrel of his gun is nearly pushing into you. you betray yourself by letting out a quiet moan as he slowly rubs against your pussy with his gun.

“mmm, i knew it. c’mon little pogue. let me make you feel good, yeah?” your eyes nearly roll back as rafe picks up his pace. you shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut to prevent the incoming tears from spilling over.

“you’re close, huh? i can tell by the way you keep tensing up.” you stay silent, but rafe doesn’t care. he continues taunting and teasing you. he’s right, but you’d never tell him that. you continue to sit there in silence as rafe’s eyes bore into you.

rafe notices your legs begin to tremble and smirks to himself. just as you’re about to go over the edge, he snatches the gun away and clicks the safety off before pointing it at your forehead.

the overwhelming feeling of pain, pleasure, and fear triggers your orgasm and you cum with a loud cry. tears are running down your face and your entire body is shaking as your climax washes over you.

rafe watches the entire thing with wide eyes and a cock so hard it aches and throbs against his khaki pants.

“fuckin’ pogues. so pathetic.” rafe snarls.

his voice is the last thing you hear before everything goes black.

SORRY IK I LIKE JUST SENT AN ASK BUT I THOUGHT OF AN IDEA ON THE TOPIC & ITS DRIVING ME CRAZY AT 2AM RN: adding breeding kink into the mix with rafe saying something like ‘maybe i should just knock you up, then you don’t have to do this every month‘ while you’re so vulnerable & ughh<333

like rafe literally orchestrating your period… he’s a FREAK (<3).

he knows you. he knows you. knows you’re waiting for him at home and he’s not all at surprised to see you standing by the door all needy. he loves that you need him, that only he can make you feel better during your period.

so he has your ankles dangling over his shoulders, thighs snug against the back of yours with each roll of his hips. he’s like a greek god situated above you, all strong muscle and planes of warm skin. the pleasure and pressure of his body easing away any cramps or aches. being so full, eyes rolled back and mouth stuck open. you can’t do anything except clutch at his biceps. like an animal in heat, feeling only satisfied when he’s deep inside of you. nothing but little “ah!s” falling from your lips. and what he says is as filthy as ever, but it’s sweeter. he’s sweeter, all for his precious girl.

“thereee you go — yeah, take it, baby. know you needed this cock, yeah? uh huh, i know.”

and then he’s thrusting deeper and that crescendo of wonderful is approaching rapidly. rafe always has a way making you feel safe and brain dead, especially when he is literally shoving his way inside of you.

it’s perfect and just what you needed. and he knew that. of course he knew that. and he’s so big and feels so good and — one last thrust to the hilt and you’re creaming all over his cock, arching and crying out. rafe feels the muscles in his abdomen tighten in pleasure and can’t help himself for wanting to finish inside of you. just a little deeper and it’ll stick, he’s sure of it.

“wanna fill this pussy up. you gonna let me? gonna let me fuck a baby into this greedy pussy? can feel her squeezing me — fuuck, she wants it, sweetheart.”

ೀ … pushing the limit with sneakylink!rafe

a part of this fic universe!!!

it was already a dangerous game, sleeping with him while still dating jj.

hell, it was dangerous just sleeping with rafe in general.

that didn’t stop you, though. the two of you couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. you really noticed the tension after a few of your sexual excursions. it was becoming more and more normal for either of you to linger in each others arms. just a few more minutes, rafe would mumble into a longing kiss. and you would give in every time.

tonight was one of those moments. after reaching incredible highs with each other, his arms would tighten around you, his length still buried within your warmth. you pulled away, rolling your eyes at his huff of protest as you sat on the edge of his bed.

“c’mon, y’know you can stay—“

you only shake your head, pulling your panties back up your legs that were haphazardly pushed down in your shared passion. you don’t look at him, mumbling bitterly while grabbing your bra, “s’not very casual to stay and cuddle.“

your words are sharp, filled with anger and regret at all that’s transpired, at the vulnerability you continue to let him see. rafe groans loudly, in an almost petulant way. you give him a pointed look over your shoulder which he returns, brows furrowed in hurt. he sits up and lets the blanket he had pulled over you both fall to his waist, bare chest and arms catching your eye.

you quickly avert your gaze. stay strong, stay strong.

“don’t— don’t fuckin’ give me that shit, yeah?“ he mutters, reaching a hand and playing with the bra strap you just pulled onto your shoulder. his warm hand making goosebumps raise. he leans in, leaving a searing kiss to your naked shoulder as you tense up.

“what shit? the truth? we both said—“

“i don’t care what we fuckin’ said… stay.”

you look at him over your shoulder, his face inches from yours. his blue eyes clouded with something you almost want to ignore. his knuckle caresses your cheek, still flushed from earlier.

“makes me feel like shit when we just— just fuck and you leave…”

his words were rough, but you knew what he meant, what he wanted. to hold onto the moment before you go back to jj. before you both pretend this doesn’t exist.

“this whole thing makes me feel like shit…“ you whisper, feeling a weight on your heart. you want to stay. you really do. but that’s not what you agreed on, that’s not casual.

“i know, baby… jus’— c’mere.”

you turn and wrap your arms around his neck, letting him pull you into his lap. neither of you say anything when he settles back against the pillows, holding you in his arms. you look at rafe with pleading eyes, for what you aren’t sure.

he whispers reverent-like promises while staring into your eyes, interspersed with light brushes of his lips against yours (“got me begging ‘n shit… lemme keep you here, yeah? pretend y’mine… you want that, pretty girl?”).

you nuzzle closer and closer, he tightens his hold on you in response. you both know neither will ever speak of the tender words spoken, that they’ll remain locked in this moment of simultaneous truth and weakness.

the air is intimate in way you never expected from this affair. you allow yourself to think and pretend this is real, just for a few minutes.

hiii i might’ve sent this in already (you can just ignore this if i have) but i was thinking dealer rafe + sex pollen (like maybe a new drug he’s selling or something) possibly with dubcon?

warnings: dealer!rafe, kinda mean!rafe, reader is a stripper (you could read her lore here), brother’s best friend trope, dubcon (rafe drugs reader without her knowing), implied enemies, slut shaming (?), bratty behavior lol, rafe calls reader a bitch, rafe walks in on reader humping her pillow, manipulation, blackmail, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dumbification, hair pulling, pussy slapping, multiple orgasms, finger sucking, pull out method

a/n: i made a fic not too long ago with rafe on viagra lol, so this one will have the tables turned <3

wc: 3.3k

“are you sure this stuff even works?” rafe looked down at the little pink pill barry placed in his hand. “trust me, it does.” he winked, pulling the neckline of his shirt down to reveal the assortment of hickeys littered across his skin. “my girl nearly ate me up, country club.” rafe sighed through his nostrils. at least one of them was getting laid. rafe had been so busy lately, he felt like he couldn’t catch any downtime. between selling with barry and dealing with his own shit at home, having sex was the last thing on his mind. surprisingly.

“so.. what? we’re supplying this now?” rafe placed the pill in a small bag, his business partner shaking his head. “i’ll tell you what; you could try it out yourself and decide if you want to make a little bit of pocket change off of it.” barry winked. “and who the hell would i give this to?” just then, you walked through the door, your heels clacking with each step. you looked up at rafe and rolled your eyes. “does he not have a home? why does he always have to be here?” you walked past him, your perfume intoxicating rafe more than any drug him and barry had laid out on the table.

“nice to see you too.” rafe watched you walk down the hallway, your hips swaying deliciously in that mini skirt of yours. “watch those eyes.” barry nudged him. clearing his throat awkwardly, rafe pocketed the pills, knowing exactly who he was going to have the pleasure of trying them out on later. “look, i got some money waiting for me on the mainland, i was wondering if you could break all this stuff up and bag everything while i’m gone? i’ll throw you a few hundred if you do.” rafe nodded, not having anything else planned for the rest of the day. “thanks, man. i’ll be back in a few hours.”

with that, barry left, leaving you and rafe alone in his trailer. you had changed out of your outfit and into a pair of sleeping shorts, fuzzy slippers adorning your feet as you pulled a pink crop top over your head. rafe could hear your music playing from your room, the mere presence of you making it impossible for him to focus. “where did barry go?” you walked out, opening the fridge even though you knew it was empty. rafe looked back, swallowing thickly as he eyed your bare legs. “uhm— he said he needed to get some money on the mainland, so it’ll be a while before he comes back..”

you noticed the way rafe’s voice lowered at the last part of his sentence, his suggestive tone making you raise a brow. “oh, really?” you took a seat across from him, leaning forward as he glanced at your chest. he hummed, his leg bouncing as he tried his best to distract himself from the curves of your breasts spilling out of your top. “yeah.” he weighed out some blow before putting it in a small baggie. the only reason why rafe felt on edge around you was because he knew he couldn’t have you. you were aware of this, and in turn you made it really hard for him to resist you.

“so, uhh— how was work last night?” rafe needed to make conversation or he was going to become stuck fantasizing about those pretty nails of yours digging into his skin. “since when do you ask me about my job?” you giggled, twisting open your water bottle before taking a sip. “well i have to form some sort of imagination of the place since barry said it’s off limits and all.” rafe met your eyes momentarily. “so? is barry is your daddy or something?” you watched as rafe’s jaw ticked. he didn’t think hearing the word ‘daddy’ would sound so enticing leaving your mouth til’ now.

“no, but i wonder where yours is.” he shot back in an attempt to put a wall back up. “that makes two of us.” you laughed. rafe shook his head, a hint of a smile on his lips. “seriously though, i think you would like to see me perform..” you scooted closer to him, making rafe draw a sharp breath. barry would kill him if he tried to make any kind of move on you, let alone go to the club where you danced at. “yeah, right. your brother would really have it out for me if i did that.” rafe scoffed. with the way you were looking at him right now, he was starting to think fighting barry would all be worth it.

“what if i invited you? what would he say then?” you were dangerously close to him now, your breath fanning the side of his neck. rafe’s fingertips itched to touch you. just as rafe was about to fall into your trap, you whispered in his ear; “too bad i would never do that, though.” you got up, nudging his shoulder with a laugh. rafe glared at you.“that’s real funny, is that how you trick those poor old men into giving you money down there?” rafe snarked. “no. unlike you, they might get a kiss on the cheek.” you winked, getting your phone from your room.

rafe made sure you were out of sight before he took the pink pills out of his pocket. throwing a couple in your water bottle, rafe shaked it until they fully dissolved. maybe he shouldn’t have done that, but you did have a point in what you said earlier. what if you came onto him, and not the other way around? “how long are you going to be here?” you came back, chugging the water bottle before plopping down on the couch. well, that was easy. “just until i’m done with all of this.” rafe muttered, the sight of your ass peeking out from under your shorts making him wet his bottom lip.

for the longest time, you had always been the forbidden fruit, the one thing he could never have. and he hated it. “well get on with it.” rafe swore you had enough sass for the entire island to have some. ignoring your comment, rafe got back to work, the sound of the tv providing background noise for the two of you. about fifteen minutes passed, and rafe could see you squirming from the corner of his eye. you looked bothered, your thighs rubbing together as rafe fixed his attention on you. “you alright over there?” you sighed, flashing him a look as you crossed one leg over the other.

“m’fine!” you were so sexually frustrated right now, it was like a wave of lust had just washed over you. rafe watched the way your eyes fluttered closed, your chest rising and falling with every breath. “are you sure?” rafe spoke again, and this time the sound of his voice made butterflies swarm your tummy. opening your eyes, you leaned the weight of your head on one hand, inspecting the man who sat not too far away from you. while there was always a tension there between you two, you couldn’t deny just how handsome he was. blue eyes, sharp features that made him look rough, his shoulders..

you shook the thoughts out of your head. leaving the living room with a sigh, you threw yourself on your bed. with each aching minute that passed, you only grew hotter for the man in your living room. you cursed under your breath, making sure the blanket you had hung up in your doorway was blocking all view from the outside before you grabbed your small pillow, tucking it between your legs as you grinded your hips into the soft material. with your shorts and your underwear in the way, it was hard to get any of the friction you needed. “fuck!” you whimpered in frustration.

‘what the fuck is wrong with me?’ you cried, feeling the most neediest and horniest you’ve ever felt in your life.. and that’s saying a lot. you continued rocking your hips on the playboy logo of a pillow, sitting up so you could rut against it shamelessly. your fingers dug into your sheets as your clit barely grazed where you needed it most. a moan slipped from your lips, the sound catching rafe’s attention. he paused all movements, his cock stirring in his pants when he heard another moan, this time followed by a whine. rafe listened to you until he couldn’t sit there any longer.

creeping up to the entryway of your room, rafe swung your makeshift curtain out of the way, revealing the sexiest sight he’s ever seen. there you were, shorts and underwear long forgotten on your bedroom floor as your teeth pulled on your bottom lip. “what the fuck are you doing?” you gasped, your eyes shooting open as you rushed to cover yourself. “what the hell, rafe!” you shrieked, scrambling underneath your bedsheets. “humping a pillow, y/n? how pathetic do you have to be to do that?” you glared at him, your lips parting slightly at the erection in his pants.

“i—” you couldn’t find your words, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. “what would barry think of this if i told him?” rafe stepped closer, “he already thinks you’re a slut for being a stripper, imagine if i told him you were humping your pillow like a dumb bunny while i was just in the next room? he’d hate you.” your heart dropped at his words, panic settling in the pit of your gut. “no, please, don’t tell him!” you sat up, tears pricking your eyes as rafe took a seat at the edge of your bed. “i don’t know what’s happening to me, okay? i’ve never felt like this before!” you cried out.

“what do you mean?” rafe acted coy, as if he didn’t just drug you with enough horny pills to keep you soaked and needy for days. “i’m just— ugh, you’re the last person i should be explaining this to!” you rested your head in your hands, the wetness between your thighs making you shift uncomfortably. “tell me,” rafe urged, “or you’ll be stuck explaining this to your brother..” he shook his head, resting a hand on your blanket-clad thigh. the weight of rafe’s hand made a shiver run down your spine. “okay, okay..” you sighed, finally meeting his eyes. “one minute i was fine, and then the next.. i’m like this.”

rafe watched the way you shrunk in on yourself, your eyebrows etched in embarrassment. the way you were acting right now was such a stark contrast to your usual bitchy attitude. “like what?” rafe pushed forward, wanting, begging you to confide in him to help you out with your little problem. your lips parted, your gaze shooting down to the adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. oh, how bad you wanted to kiss it. “like..” your voice was barely above a whisper as rafe slowly pulled the covers off of you, “like i need to be fucked.” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together, your words making his cock twitch.

“sucks to be you.” rafe stood up, about to leave your room before you stopped him. “wait!” you cried out, “where are you going?” you crawled to the edge of your bed, fisting the back of his shirt. rafe smiled to himself, internally singing before he turned around to see you on your knees, your eyes wide and needy as you gazed up at him. “what? i’m leaving.” rafe pulled away, in which you shook your head. he was having way too much fun right now. “no!” you pulled him down, “please stay..” you looked down at his lips, running your nails across the back of his neck. “help me, help you.”

rafe leaned in first, taking your lips with his own as you moaned against his mouth. “you’re gonna help me, alright.” he pulled you on top of his lap, your thighs settling on either side of his waist as he fought to take off your baby tee. lifting your arms up, rafe groaned when your tits fell softly out of your top. tossing the garment aside, you let out a moan when rafe attached his desperate mouth to your sensitive bud, his tongue circling your nipple as you held him close to your chest. you moaned with every stroke of his hands against your skin, your hips grinding on his erection.

“holy, fuck!” rafe pulled away for a moment, looking down between the two of you where you grinded on his shorts. you were so wet, you left a wet patch where you rutted against him. leaning back on his hands, rafe watched as you used him to get yourself off, your glossy cunt sparkling underneath the light of the setting sun filtering through your blinds. you were so pretty like this, rafe felt like he could cum from looking at your pleasure filled face alone. “does that feel good?” rafe groaned when you picked up your pace, his length just throbbing to get out of the confines of his underwear.

“mm, fuck— yes, rafe!” you kept moving until your hips stuttered, your first orgasm hitting you pathetically as you whimpered and whined for something more. still shaking in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you got down on shaky legs, not wasting any time in getting rafe’s shorts off. you were so desperate for his cock, rafe smirked when he saw the way your eyes widened when his length sprung up against his stomach. just as you reached for what you needed most, rafe stopped you by grabbing your hand. “nah, you don’t get it that easy,” he shook his head, “lay down.”

those were his last words before he had you laying flat on your bed, your head hanging off the edge as he fucked your throat mercilessly. “thought you were just gonna get what you wanted, huh? fuck no.” he said through gritted teeth. tears were streaming down your face, the noises bouncing off of the walls right now were nothing short of obscene. “always walking around here acting like a spoiled brat, fuck you.” rafe spat, the tip of your nose hitting his pubic bone. he held your hands in his, not allowing you to have any leverage as he fucked your face.

your tongue was dancing around his cock, the sensation bringing him closer to that glorious edge. “o-oh, fuck..” rafe sucked in a breath, stilling as you swallowed around his tip. pulling out to give you some air, you managed to gasp before he slid back in, a mixture of spit and precum connecting you two together. “m’gonna fuck this pretty little mouth of yours until you choke..” his hand snaked down to the apex of your thighs where he gave your soaked folds a harsh slap. you squealed at the stinging sensation, his cock continuously hitting the back of your throat.

sure enough, you gagged around him, his hot cum painting your tongue. rafe doubled over with a hiss, his mouth falling open as you took every last drop. “that’s perfect. yeah, fuckin’ take it.” rafe slapped your cunt once more, eliciting a whine from your lips as he pulled away. you were breathless, your wrists burning from the unforgiving grip rafe had on them. in one swift movement, rafe flipped you onto your back, using his large hands to pin your thighs to your mattress. “beg for it, you fucking slut.” rafe teased your entrance with his glistening tip, your eyebrows knitting together at his cruel ministrations.

“please! i need you so bad, ray!” fuck, you were a mess right now. with your lipgloss smeared all over your chin, those tear stained cheeks, and disheveled hair.. rafe couldn’t help but admire the sight. everything rafe wanted was so close, yet so far, he wanted to drag this out for as long as possible. who knew when you would be so needy and pliant for him like this again? “really? i don’t think so.” he quipped. letting out a shaky breath, you reached down between the two of you and lined him up with your entrance before sliding him in with a pierced gasp.

rafe’s eyes screwed shut, his hips moving on their own accord as he finally gave in to you. the man on top of you was in a daze. you were so warm, and so wet, he didn’t know how he was going to pull through with the way you were sucking him in with every thrust. “fuck.” he leaned down, taking your lips with his own. he tasted so good on your tongue, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he fucked into you. his pace was brutal, his toned stomach smacking against your clit as you moaned in his ear. “oh, my god!” you couldn’t help your nails from raking down his back.

“look at you..” he pulled away, grabbing a fistful of your hair so you can meet his eyes. “you’re just a bimbo whore with tits for brains, you know that?” you whimpered at his words, the degrading statement only making you clench around him tighter. rafe groaned, he should’ve known you’d be into that shit. unpinning your thighs from your bed, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he caged you between his arms, his biceps on either side of your face. he was a lot closer like this, the intimacy of it making your heart flutter in your chest. “i always thought you were h-hot.” you managed to mewl.

“yeah?” he inserted a thumb between your lips, your tongue circling around his finger. “mhmm— yes!” rafe watched with dark eyes as you started sucking on the digit. “why the fuck didn’t you said anything then? we could’ve done this a lot sooner, baby.” he tsked. pulling his hand away from your mouth, he replaced his thumb with his lips, swallowing all of your pretty sounds. cupping his face, you pulled away with a bated breath, your orgasm beginning to simmer in your core. “rafe?” your face morphed into one of full blown pleasure, your eyebrows knitting together as rafe stared you down.

“you’re close?” he could tell by the way your thighs trembled at his sides that you were about to hit your peak. you nodded weakly, your eyes meeting his as he watched you come undone beneath him. you paused, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your lips parted in a silent moan. rafe knew as soon as you were able to get a breath out you were going to be in hysterics. sure enough, you gasped, a sob ripping from your throat as your body shook. from your head to your toes, you were buzzing in pure bliss. rafe stroked your face, bringing you down from your high with whispers of praise.

“so fuckin’ pretty.”

“shhh, i’m right here.”

you embraced him once more, pressing a kiss to his neck before he pulled out, using a hand to fist his length until he spilled onto your folds. you pouted, your teary eyes gazing up at him through your eyelashes. “why didn’t you stay inside?” you whined, the man on top of you breathing heavily. “w-what?” he panted, his cock twitching with sensitivity. “i wanted you to cum inside me, why did you pull out?” rafe did a double take at your words, his mind reeling with ideas of filling you up. “you’d be okay with that?” a hint of a smile played on his lips when you hummed in agreement. “wanna go again?”

you two were so busy building up foreplay, that neither of you heard the front door open. “i forgot my stupid wallet!” barry shouted. you moaned, your hips chasing rafe’s hand as he buried his fingers in your cunt. “did you hear that?” rafe froze, looking at the doorway of your room. “it’s nothing, i left the tv on, remember!” you turned his attention back on you, both of you laughing against each other’s skin. “y/n, have you seen my—” you and rafe jumped when barry barged in, a scream escaping you as you scrambled to cover yourself.

“i’m gonna fuckin’ kill you, country club!”

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“oh fuck baby, just like that.” rafe moaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he tilts his head back. you were currently on your knees, sitting on your feet at the edge of the bed, your palms pressing your tits together. rafe thrusted his cock between your perfectly-pressed-together tits, groans and moans leaving his lips.

we all know how in love rafe is with your tits. it’s been a hot minute since you’ve been able to let him fuck your tits and that poor man was itching to do it. he’s been whining about it non-stop all day, completely desperate to have his cock sandwiched between your perfect tits.

you pressed your tits further together, hugging rafe’s cock just a bit tighter. “s-shit!” he groans, his hips stuttering at the sudden tightness. his hand tightens in your hair, his hips jerking as he desperately thrusts his cock between your lubed breasts. “that feel good, baby?” you ask, knowing damn well it did. i look up at him innocently, his eyes opening as he looks down at you.

“feels better than ‘good’, princess.” his jaw clenches, his gaze intense and filled with raw need. “you keep lookin’ at me like that and i’ll blow my load all over your tits right now.” rafe groaned, looking down at where his cock was wedged between your tits. the sight alone was enough to have this man stuttering his hips and praying he can make it past that next 5 seconds without cumming all over your chest.

“mmph — fuck, that’s it baby.” rafe coaxes, his head tilting back again as a series of moans and whimpers, yes — whimpers, left his perfect lips. the sound was like magic to your ears and it only prompted you to squeeze your breasts tighter together. “fuck!” rafe grunts, pure and raw pleasure running hot through his entire body right now and he’s about to lose control.

rafe’s hips never stop their movements, his cock sliding between your breasts with quick purpose as he chased his orgasm desperately. nothing had this man so down bad except for you and your tits. the only thing that drive rafe so fucking wild, aside from your attitude, was your perfect tits. your tits could have that man doing the unthinkable. your tits would have him on his knees, apologizing for something he didn’t even do.

“fuck!” rafe groaned loudly, his orgasm approaching and hurling towards him as he fucked your tits with reckless abandon. “fuck, baby! oh god!” rafe’s voice thundered as his orgasm tore through him. thick, hot, sticky ropes of cum painted your perfect tits, the warm sensation making you moan. rafe’s hips jerked after hearing your moan, another spurt of cum being milked from his cock.

you looked down at where rafe’s throbbing cock was nestled between your breasts, the globs and strings of cum that littered the skin. you slowly relaxes your pressure of your tits around his practically abused cock. he panted heavily above you, his eyes shut as he basked in the post-orgasm bliss. you scooped some of his cum from your chest onto your fingers. rafe looked down at you, his eyes expecting and waiting for you to do it. you slowly bring your fingers to your mouth, wrapping your lips around your fingers and sucking his release off your digits.

rafe’s breathing hitched at the sight of you sucking his cum off your fingers, his hand reaching down ti cup your chin firmly. you slowly pull your fingers from your mouth, grinning up at rafe. he leaned down, his face a mere inch from yours. “god, you have no fucking idea how much i love you.” his thumb brushed along your bottom lip. “my perfect fuckin’ girl.” his breath ghosted your lips, your heart racing your chest.

“now lay back on the bed. i’m not finished with you yet.” rafe demanded, a devilish grin playing on his lips.