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So good I need a ciggy afterwards 😫
"Crazy In Love" - Dark Ex!Rafe Cameron x Reader
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a/n: a request from @eydi-andrius for crazy ex rafe heheheheh 🩷
Summary: Rafe doesn't seem to understand the concept of a breakup.
Word Count: 3,525
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: dubcon, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, intimidation, threats of violence (not against reader), jealousy, toxic relationship dynamic, references to mdma usage, stalking, choking, hair pulling, biting, fingering, slight degradation, p in v sex, unprotected sex, creampie, topper is a cunt, jj is a little shit
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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When Rafe wakes up, he expects to find you cuddled up against him. That things are going to be business as usual. After all, when you said you wanted to break up, you still kissed him back when he pulled you in. So he’s going to assume that the stupid little idea you had of trying to get some space from him is long forgotten. That is, until he sees you pulling on your clothes, sitting at the foot of the bed, getting ready to leave without saying goodbye. You haven’t even put your shoes on, no doubt to avoid him hearing them against the hardwood floor. Rafe jolts awake, staring at you.
“Where are you going, baby? Don’t you want breakfast?”
“Oh, hey…” You trail off, turning to face him, “Uh, I have to get to work, actually.”
“But you’re off today.”
You shake your head, dropping your sneakers to the ground and slipping into them, giving up on any chance of getting out of Tanneyhill unseen, “Boss switched my schedule. I’m off Thursdays instead of Fridays.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Rafe huffs, crossing his arms, “How am I supposed to know when to pick you up?”
“Because we’re broken up, Rafe.”
Rafe shakes his head, trying to hide how much that comment angers him, “No. We’re taking a break, if anything. We’re not broken up.” You don’t bother arguing with him, just continuing to walk to the front door, “Can I at least drive you to work?”
“No, it’s okay. I have my bike out front.”
He’s desperate now, and it seeps into his voice as he pleads, “Can I at least give you a hug goodbye?”
Rafe has always known how to get you to let down your walls for him. When he speaks to you, his voice cracking ever so slightly, letting you know he’s on the brink of tears. You turn to face him, your resolve faltering as you nod slowly. He pulls you into his embrace, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his hands rubbing your lower back as he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.
“Can you do me a favor? Can we meet up later?” Rafe feels you pull away, your eyes meeting his as you silently question what he wants, “I think we should talk about us… Please?”
You shake your head, removing yourself from his embrace, “I’m sorry, Rafe. It’s Friday, so I’ll be really busy at work and I’m just gonna wanna go home after. I’ll see you around, okay?”
He watches as you bike down the road, farther and farther away from him, disappearing into the distance. Rafe tries to call after you, pain in his voice as he questions whether you care about him anymore. Whether you still love him. But you don’t hear him. Or maybe you just pretend not to as you bike further and further away from him.
He shouldn’t be this fucking hung up over you. Granted, you’re gorgeous and probably the first girl he’s ever really loved. But you’re a Pogue. You work at the Island Club. Hell, the main point of contention between the two of you is your friendship with the other Pogues. It’s no secret that Pope, John B, and JJ have all had crushes on you at one point or another. He’s pretty sure those feelings linger even today with how much they resent him for being your boyfriend. You always tried to assure him that it wasn’t the case, but Rafe knew. He could see the way John B’s hand would linger on your lower back when he helped you into that fucking van of his, the way Pope smiled at you, the way JJ shamelessly ogled you. It was bad enough to try and get Topper and Kelce to stop checking you out, but these three?
He’s the only guy who should be giving you any attention at all. You don’t need anyone but him.
He just needs to remind you of that little detail.
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You’re clearly trying to avoid him. Rafe knows that. But he’s not going to let that happen. He parks outside your house, a little ways down the road so he can watch you get on that bike and ride to work at the Island Club every day. He sits down at the restaurant there for the entirety of your shift, just watching you. Topper and Kelce ask if he’s ever going to go play a round with them, but he ignores them, his eyes locked on your figure as you wait on the guests. You always manage to switch tables with one of the other girls, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t see you.
Rafe isn’t over you. It’s been weeks since the breakup, but he knows he’s never getting over you. He watches as you smile brightly at the customers you’re waiting on before walking over to JJ, handing him the order slip to give to the kitchen. He hates it. He hates the way you giggle at whatever stupid joke JJ has made, he hates the way he leans in to whisper something in your ear, the way you don’t immediately push him away.
“Whoa… Is your girl with that dirty Pogue now?”
Topper’s words snap Rafe out of his trance, his head whipping toward him, voice coming out in a low snarl as he hisses, “What?”
Topper raises his hands defensively, exchanging a weary look with Kelce, “Oh, um, nothing, man. Sorry. Was just asking.”
Rafe grits his teeth, shaking his head, immediately staring at you again, hating that you’re so close yet so fucking far out of reach as he mumbles, “It doesn’t matter. I don’t even care.”
“Yeah, Rafe can do way better than her anyway,” Kelce adds, “She’s hot but she’s a dirty Pogue too.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Rafe glares at him.
“What? She is a Pogue-”
“I fucking said shut up, Kelce!” Rafe stands up, glaring down at his friend. Kelce shrinks slightly in his seat, not unused to Rafe’s mood swings, but surprised that he’s so angry despite claiming not to care about you anymore. Heads turn in the Island Club restaurant toward their table. Every head except yours. You stumble over something slightly while chatting with JJ, nearly falling, but he catches you, brushing a piece of hair off your face, the two of you laughing. And Rafe’s anger reaches a boiling point. He sits down with a low growl, yelling out, “God dammit!”
You walk over to them a few minutes later, your coworker having refused to take their table - no doubt after seeing Rafe’s temper tantrum. You greet the three with that ‘customer service’ smile, as you’ve referred to it so many times in conversation with Rafe.
“Boys. What can I get started for you?”
For a long moment, Rafe just stares at you, his lips slightly parted. You clear your throat awkwardly and Rafe finally catches himself, doing his best to ignore the way Topper and Kelce are practically undressing you with their eyes.
“Steak and potatoes,” he says flatly, looking back at the menu.
“I thought you were trying to cut back on your red meat intake-” You cut yourself off, shaking your head as if to remind yourself that he isn’t your boyfriend anymore, “You know what? Not my business. How do you want that cooked?”
“Medium,” Topper replies, leaning over Rafe and giving you a little smirk.
Rafe gives him an annoyed glare, his fists clenching, though he takes comfort in the way you snap at Topper, “I asked Rafe. Not you.” You turn to Rafe, “Medium well?”
He nods at you. You still know him so well. You always have. It’s been weeks since he’s had you in his arms, and it’s driving him crazy. He watches as you take Kelce’s order, just gazing at you intensely, and the way you scowl as you write down Topper’s order, muttering something under your breath before turning to leave.
Topper speaks up the moment you’re gone, “Why’d you even date a girl like her, man?”
“What do you mean a ‘girl like her’?” Rafe scowls.
“A Pogue.”
Rafe’s jaw clenches, “Keep your fucking mouth shut.”
You return a few moments later with their drinks, sensing the tense atmosphere. Rafe continues glaring at Topper, only turning to you when you place his lemonade in front of him. He hadn’t even ordered one. You just knew him well enough to know he would’ve wanted one. Then, Topper opens his big fucking mouth again.
“A Pogue’s the last person I would’ve expected you to date.”
Before Rafe can say anything, you give Topper a sarcastic little smile as you slam his drink down in front of him, one that Rafe knows all too well, “Maybe Rafe just has more substance than you.”
Topper looks at you, confused, “Substance?”
“Yeah. Substance. Like depth? Not to be confused with substance as in substance abuse. Like all the Molly you take that’s fried your fucking brain.”
It’s Topper’s turn to stand up, glaring at you, cursing you out, demanding you apologize, but Rafe simply shoves him back into his seat, watching the way you saunter off without a care in the world. You’ve always been like this. Confident, comfortable in who you are. Always willing to put people in their place. Hell, not even Rafe was ever spared from that.
He watches from a distance as you continue talking to JJ. He hates it. He’s so fucking jealous and he knows that you’re not even his girlfriend anymore, but fuck, he hates it. That smile? That should be for him. And when JJ wraps his arm around you, muttering something in your ear? He loses his cool. Rafe storms over to you, his voice a low, venomous hiss.
“Take your hands off her.”
Your eyes go wide at his words, “Rafe, JJ is my best friend-”
“Doesn’t matter,” Rafe says, ignoring your words, his jealousy growing out of control, “You don’t put your goddamn arm around a girl like that when her boyfriend is around. It’s disrespectful.”
“Oh, so I’m supposed to respect you, Kook-”
You cut JJ off, giving Rafe a sharp look, “You’re not my boyfriend anymore. Rafe, stop.”
He looks straight at JJ, wanting nothing more than to beat his ass into the ground, to wipe that smug little smile off his face, “I’m giving you five seconds to take your fucking hands off of her.”
“Okay, fine. If she tells me to.”
JJ’s response makes Rafe’s blood boil as he turns to you, gnashing his teeth, “Tell him. Now.”
You duck out from under JJ’s arm, speaking quietly to Rafe, “Let’s just go talk, okay?”
He follows you to the breakroom, running a hand through his hair. He watches the way you pace back and forth, pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance, your eyebrows scrunched together in that way they always get when you’re annoyed. Normally he’d just kiss your forehead and everything would be fine. You’d smile up at him and kiss him and forget why you were pissed in the first place. But now, you just sigh.
“Rafe, we’re broken up. We’re over. You can’t just act like this.”
He takes a step toward you, “Maybe. But I still have feelings for you. And seeing another guy fuckin’ touch you like that? I’m not okay with it.”
“It’s not just some guy! It’s JJ, my best friend! This is why we broke up, Rafe, because you can’t stop acting like a jealous asshole!”
Rafe scoffs incredulously, shaking his head, “So I’m the bad guy for not wanting other guys to touch you? That’s fucking bullshit, Princess, you know that-”
“Don’t call me that! You and I need to move on, okay?”
“Move on?” He shakes his head, running a hand over his face, “There is no fucking moving on for me! Do you understand that? I fucking love you! That’s not something that happens for me! I fucking love you. And I can’t move on. No matter how much you want me to. No matter how much you wanna pretend we didn’t happen, I can’t fucking move on!”
JJ pokes his head into the breakroom, his brow furrowed at seeing how close you and Rafe are, “Everything okay?”
You nod quickly, “Yeah, Jayj, we’re fine.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Rafe snaps without even looking at him, his gaze still trained on you.
“Come over here and make me, big fella-”
You shove JJ out the door, letting out another sigh before turning to Rafe, “Please just go. I’ll get fired. I need this job.”
Rafe nods before walking out the door, “Yeah. Yeah, I’ll go.”
He gives you one last lingering glance before leaving the room.
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It continues. Not for a second does Rafe let up. He’s constantly there, trying to get you to take him back. Your hangouts with your friends, dinner with your family, work. He’s always there. And you continue trying to ignore him. He’s fucking relentless. Rafe feels like he can’t even breathe without thinking about you, needing you back.
Today is no exception. He stands on the steps of your house, waiting for you to get home, elbows resting on his knees, a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands. He knows where you’ve been. Out on your first date since the breakup. A date with none other than JJ. He always knew the little fucker had a thing for you. He hears the two of you pull up, hears you telling JJ to just drop you off here. He watches as JJ helps you off his bike and helps you out of your helmet. He watches as JJ kisses you. Rafe inhales sharply, trying to calm himself, waiting for him to ride off before making his presence known, standing up as you approach your door.
You look so fucking pretty as you walk toward your door, freezing in surprise when you see him. Wearing that cute little sundress that hits your lower thigh, your beat up Converse. You’re so fucking beautiful. You do your best to ignore him, reaching for your keys, but Rafe speaks, turning you around to face him.
“You kissed him.”
“I… Were you fucking spying on me?!”
“Yes!” He answers without hesitation, “Yes, I was fucking spying on you! Yes, I’m fucking jealous! I’m completely batshit crazy about you! I can’t even sleep at night because I’m going insane thinking about you!”
“Rafe, we broke up, we’re over! Move on!”
Rafe shakes his head, tongue darting out to lick his lips, pinning you against the door, “I  can’t. You’re the perfect girl for me. The only one who’s ever understood me. When I’m with you… You make me better. Less angry. I can’t do this without you.” His breathing is ragged and his gaze desperate as he stares at you, all rational thought leaving his body, “But I need you to understand something. If I see you with JJ again? I’ll fucking destroy him.”
Your jaw drops, “What the fuck does that mean?!”
“I’ll hurt him. I’ll fuck him up, I’ll beat the fucking shit out of him.”
“No, Rafe, you can’t, let’s be rational-”
“Rational?” His voice cracks slightly as he laughs, pushing his hair back, “You want me to be fucking rational? I have been doing everything in my fucking power to get you back and you keep pushing me away. Going out with JJ? I’m so fucking past rational, Princess.”
You take a deep breath, letting out a tremulous exhale as you question, “What do you want me to do? What will it take for you not to hurt him?”
“What do I want you to do? I want you back where you belong. With me.”
“But-”
“No! I don’t want you to see him or hear from him ever again. I want you with me. Where you fucking belong.”
“And if I don’t come back to you?” You ask quietly, “What happens then?”
“Don’t make me answer that.”
“No, Rafe. I want to know. What happens if I refuse? You kill JJ, is that it?”
“Don’t fucking put words in my mouth, Princess,” he hisses, leaning down, his forehead resting against yours, “But yes. I’ll fucking kill him. And you know I’m capable of it.”
“You’re fucking insane-”
“No, no, no, this isn’t me being insane,” he laughs bitterly, his hand wrapping around your throat, holding you in place, “It’s me being what you’ve made me. You drive me fucking crazy. It’s your fucking fault. Your fault that I can’t get over you no matter how hard I try. Your fault I care about you so much I’ll do anything to keep you with me! And if that sounds insane, I don’t give a fuck. I’d rather be insane than lose you to someone else.”
You try to shove him away, fumbling with your keys, trying to get inside, but he manages to make it in with you, pinning you back up against the door. And when he kisses you, you hate yourself for it, but you melt into his arms. Rafe’s lips move against yours desperately, with a passion that you have never experienced with anyone else. His hand knots in your hair, tugging harshly. Your head falls back and he immediately begins biting at your neck, being sure to leave his mark. Come morning, everyone will see that you belong to him. That you always have.
“I hate you.”
Rafe’s hands move down your side, sliding under the hem of your dress to cup your mound over your panties, a dirty smile on his face as he murmurs, “Your pussy doesn’t. You could never hate me. You know I’m the only one who can love you like this. I’d kill for you. And there’s a sick little part of you that gets off on it. Gets off on knowing that I’m so crazy about you that I’d do anything to keep you.”
He’s right. You hate him so fucking much for it, but he’s right. He pushes two thick fingers inside you, making your lips part slightly, the hand wrapped around your throat squeezing harder as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. Your eyes roll back as he finds that sweet spot with ease, knowing your body better than even you do. He rubs his thumb against your clit, fingers moving in and out of you, ignoring your whimpering and whining, your choked gasps. Rafe stares down at you, his cock straining against his pants as he watches you come undone on his fingers. You look so pretty like this, staring up at him all fucked out. Needy and ready for him.
Rafe manhandles you onto your sofa, pushing your dress up just enough to reveal your ass, slapping it harshly once, twice, three times, admiring the way your flesh jiggles against the impact. He hooks his arm around your neck, his front to your back, as he pushes your underwear aside just enough to reveal your wet cunt. He pushes inside you with one fluid thrust, his fat cock filling you so fucking perfectly, the way it always does. You grasp at one of the cushions, moaning his name as he pounds into you, his arm restricting your airflow, his free hand slapping at your clit, making your entire body tremble against his.
“Yeah, you wanted this, Princess,” he snarls against your ear as he ruts against you, your vision blurring from the lack of oxygen combined with the pleasure he’s giving you, “Fuck, still so tight for me after I’ve fucked you so many times. Taking me like such a good little girl. My good little girl. All. Fucking. Mine,” he hisses, punctuating each word with a thrust, fucking you harder, deeper than ever before. You let out a whimper of his name, moving your fingers to circle your clit, only for him to slap your hand away, “Don’t be fucking greedy. You get what I give you, Princess.”
So you lay there and you take what he has to give you, the fat head of his cock rubbing against that spongy spot deep inside of you with every thrust. You moan his name, feeling his movements begin to slow, knowing both of you are close.
“Say it,” Rafe growls, “Say you’re mine. Say only I get to touch you, fuck you, love you like this.”
“I’m yours, Rafe,” you manage to eke out, eyes rolling back, “Only yours… Please… Let me come, Rafe, please…”
“Come for me, Princess,” he murmurs, rubbing at your clit furiously feeling the way you tighten around him, your walls hugging him tight as you reach your peak, his own following soon after, thick ropes of cum painting you white as he reaches his release, your cunt milking him for all he has.
He turns you onto your back so that you’re forced to face him, brushing his nose against yours as he whispers, “Don’t you ever try to fucking leave me again, Princess. You’re mine.”
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Hey JJ, is that position still open?? Cause I’ll definitely take it 🩷
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Scored a hat-trick at my beer league hockey game tonight nbd who wants to be my puck bunny? Jk 👀 jk 👀
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julessworldd · 8 days
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𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙬 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙮 𝙖𝙨 𝙏𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙧 (2022)
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julessworldd · 9 days
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Ice: *sees shenanigans afoot* Mav, no!
Mav: *From next to Ice* Hey, I'm right here!
Ice: Sorry, habit.
Ice: Slider, no!
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good morning xx
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julessworldd · 9 days
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@y/n 🤣
"Love It When You Hate Me" - Rafe Cameron x Reader
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a/n: from an anon request combined with one from @aemondsbabe lmao i went a little crazy 🩷
Summary: When your father and Rafe's learn that Singh has threatened the two of you, you're put under house arrest. Ward leaves Rafe in charge of your safety.
Word Count: 5,600
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, physical violence (not by rafe or reader), gun violence, gun kink, spanking, daddy kink, dom!rafe, brat!reader, brat taming, pussy slapping, oral m receiving, oral f receiving, ass eating, anal fingering, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex, anal sex, overstim, hair pulling, biting
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷
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It’s only going to be for a few days. That’s what Ward tells Rafe when the latter complains about the responsibility he’s been given. Ward tries to dress it up as him serving as your “bodyguard” for the weekend while he and your father leave town to deal with Singh. Hell, despite his better judgment, Ward even gives Rafe his handgun to hold onto in case there’s any trouble. You arrive around twenty minutes later. Rafe hasn’t bothered changing out of the gray sweatpants and tee shirt he wore to the gym. Why should he? It’s just you, the daughter of his father’s best friend. The annoying little girl who’d follow him around all summer  when you used to visit Tanneyhill as a kid. God, you were fucking annoying.
But now, when he opens the door? You’re not at all what he was expecting. You’re a fucking knockout. His jaw drops slightly, his gaze roving over your body, taking in the exposed skin of your legs in your denim shorts, your belly ring that is visible with the tight little crop top you’re wearing, the way your clothes - if they can even be called that - cling to your hips, to your tits… You take your sunglasses off, eyeing him up and down with thinly veiled disdain before shoving your Louis Vuitton duffle bag in his hands, striding past him.
“Here’s my luggage,” you say airily, “You can take that to my room.”
Oh, you’ve got a fucking attitude on you. You’re not that same little girl who used to trail after him, hearts in her eyes as she pleaded for a sliver of his affection. You’re a woman now. And Rafe fucking loves it.
“Sure,” he mutters, grabbing your bag with ease, following after you.
Ward comes out to greet you, giving you a quick hug, remarking on how much you’ve grown up since he saw you last. It’s been about five years since you last came to Tanneyhill. You were an awkward little fourteen-year-old back then, but now? It’s almost like you’re not the same person. Ward gestures to Rafe, saying that while he and your father are gone, Rafe will be taking care of you. That you two aren’t to leave the mansion because of the potential for an altercation with Singh’s men. You turn to Rafe with an innocent smile, one he can tell is completely fake, as you feign ignorance, saying you had no idea who he was.
“Sorry, I just thought you were, like, a porter or something,” you say in that same breezy tone.
Rafe scoffs, gnashing his teeth, wanting nothing more than to bend you over his knee and spank that fine little ass of yours. But he manages to contain himself, letting out a bitter, sarcastic laugh, following behind you. The two of you reach the room you’ll be staying in - Sarah’s old room. You walk in, tossing your Birkin on the bed, giving him a withering glare over your shoulder as you gesture for him to place the duffle at the foot of the bed.
“So, what, you’re supposed to keep an eye on me or whatever? While our dads engage in whatever shady shit they’re involved in?”
“Supposed to?” He repeats mockingly, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe, gaze never leaving your body, “More like ordered to. Your dad wants you safe. With me. So guess we’re stuck together, Princess.”
“Damn, how’d you get stuck with babysitting duty?” You scoff, “Piss your old man off?”
“Something like that,” he mumbles, continuing to stare as you unpack, a grin playing on his lips when you gingerly start placing your lacy lingerie on the bed, his mind running wild with thoughts of how good you’d look wearing those for him.
“Anyway, you can go now.”
“Oh, Princess, I’m not going anywhere,” Rafe arches a brow at your dismissive tone, continuing to watch you unpack, making no move to leave, “You know, you’ve really changed.”
“You mean I don’t follow you around like a lovesick puppy anymore? Yeah, I realized you aren’t as great as you think you are. Funny how that happens when you grow up.”
He takes a step closer, moving to stand just behind you, one hand moving to rest on your waist while the other trails along your arm, brushing your hair off your shoulder, “I just meant you used to be so shy. Such a sweet little thing.”
You give him an annoyed glare before pulling away, “Whatever. Anyway, can you, like, leave? I wanna take a bath.”
“Oh, I’m not leaving,” Rafe grins, “I’m not going anywhere. I’m your bodyguard, Princess, so you better get used to me.”
The scoff you let out is so disbelieving, so incredulous that even with his oversized ego, he’s almost offended, “You are not a bodyguard. You’re a glorified babysitter until our dads sort out whatever the hell is going on.”
“Bodyguard or babysitter, I’m not going anywhere.”
Just as he’s about to reach out for you again, Ward knocks at the door, saying that he and your dad are about to head out. That the two of you are to stay within the Tanneyhill grounds at all times. Ward practically drags Rafe out of the room by the ear when you say you were planning on taking a bath, the younger man fuming at how close he was to getting a peak at that pretty little body of yours.
“But I need to watch her!”
“No one is going to attack me in the bathtub, Rafe,” you snark, slamming the door shut in his face.
“You sure? You don’t think anyone might try to, I don’t know, drown you or something? I know mouth to mouth!”
“For the love of God, Rafe,” Ward mutters, brows pinched together as he leaves the house, hoping that Rafe doesn’t manage to drive you completely insane by the end of your time in the Outer Banks.
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Your door is cracked open a smidge when Rafe returns around twenty minutes later, all too eager to do his job and check on you. He’s pleasantly surprised when he throws the door open and finds you, bent over your duffle, wearing nothing but a tiny little towel. You let out an undignified yelp when you see him, clutching your towel for dear life, glowering up at him.
“Can you knock?!”
“I needed to make sure you’re safe,” he shrugs, ignoring your attitude and instead focusing on the way your tits threaten to spill over the towel - he’s never been this interested in a girl before, it’s sort of refreshing, “Besides, one of Singh’s guys aren’t gonna knock, Princess.”
“Ugh,” you scowl, gesturing toward the door with your free hand, “Can you leave? I have to change and I can’t do that with you standing around.”
He isn’t used to this. You being so unphased by his presence. You used to be a stuttering mess when he’d pay you even the tiniest bit of attention, and now? You’re this firecracker who isn’t scared of him in the least. And it’s more attractive than he cares to admit.
“I’m your bodyguard. I have to keep an eye on you, the door doesn’t even have a lock! Someone could just burst in-”
“Someone just did,” you glare at him pointedly, hands on your hips, “Out.”
Rafe huffs and walks toward the door, turning to face you as you close it, “I’ll be right outside-”
“Yeah, okay, bye.”
He leans against the door, grinning to himself as you play some Taylor song while you get ready. He can hear you bustling around inside, the smallest of noises making him perk up eagerly, almost like a dog. Funny how the tables have turned, he muses. But he doesn’t mind. When you open the door, wearing a little pink velour dress, one that clings to your every curve, making him want nothing more than to rip it off of you, it takes every bit of self restraint not to just take you right there. Especially when you roll your eyes and cross your arms at him, the action making your cleavage all the more prominent.
“You’re still standing here? God.”
“Just doing my job,” he says, giving you a smug smile.
“Sarah says you don’t have a job.”
Rafe deflates slightly but shakes it off, following after you down the stairs, “Yeah, well, she’s wrong. I totally have a job. Like right now. Babysitting you is my job.”
“That’s kinda pathetic.”
His eyes narrow and he clenches his jaw, silently fuming as he follows you down the stairs, admiring the natural sway of your hips, the way that round ass of yours bounces with each step. You just need a good spanking. That’s it. That’ll fix you. He cuts you off just as you’re about to reach the door, crossing his arms, glaring down at you.
“Nuh uh. Where the hell do you think you’re going, Princess?”
“I have a date,” you declare, trying to sidestep him, “Move.”
“Oh really? With who?” Rafe tries to play it cool, like the idea of you going out with someone doesn’t phase him, but it has him on edge, raging with jealousy, “Do I know him?”
“All you need to know about him is that he’s better than you in every conceivable way,” you reply primly, giving him a haughty little smile.
Rafe scowls, “Well, damn, that could be anybody! What’s his name?!”
“Uh,” you tap your lip, “I think it was JJ. Yeah, JJ Maybank.”
Rafe’s nostrils flare with anger, the blood draining from his face, “Absolutely the fuck not.”
“Oh, you don’t like him?” A wicked smile flashed across your lips, “Damn, that makes him even hotter then!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter, because you’re forgetting that you can’t leave the house,” Rafe taunts, grabbing your purse from your hand and pulling your phone out, shoving it into your palm, “We’re supposed to stay here till our dads give us the okay. So use those pretty little fingers and send your little boyfriend a text canceling the date.”
You glare up at Rafe, but you realize that he’s right. You’ll get in a shit ton of trouble if you sneak out. He watches the way those glossy lips of yours pout, your fingernails tapping against the screen of your phone as you walk toward the sofa, grumbling to yourself in annoyance. He takes a seat beside you, turning on the TV. He flips through the channels, snickering to himself at the way you cross your arms, silently fuming.
“I hate you.”
“And I love it when you hate me,” he retorts, scooting closer to you, tossing an arm around your shoulder.
You let out a quiet growl of annoyance, scooting further away. He knows he’s pissing you off, getting under your skin. Hell, if it was possible, Rafe thinks there would be steam coming out of your ears. Shit, you look adorable when you’re mad. You continue scooting further away until you reach the edge of the couch, Rafe completely occupying your personal space, leaving almost no room between you.
“Look at you, Princess,” he murmurs, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every single inch of you.
“Quit looking at me like that,” you snap at him, “I’m a person, not a piece of meat.”
“I know you’re a person. But you’re also…” He trails off suggestively, one hand resting on your thigh, your soft flesh warm against his hand, his voice a low whisper, “And you expect me to stop looking?”
“You’re a pig,” you reply dryly, pulling the thigh he’s touching away, crossing your legs and staring at the TV.
“You seem pretty comfortable touching pigs.”
Shit, he won’t stop looking at you. Or is it that he can’t stop? The girls here all fall head over heels for him, begging at his feet for a chance with the Kook prince. But not you. You just give him that icy glare.
“You’re even more annoying than when we were kids,” you remark disdainfully, grabbing the remote from him, trying to find something better to watch than Family Guy.
“You used to think I was cute back then,” Rafe grins, leaning in close, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot on your skin, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as he murmurs, “And we both know you still do.”
“Oh, you fucking wish!”
“And so what if I wish? You used to find me attractive at least, Princess. Everyone knows you had a huge ass crush on me.”
“Yeah, well, I was twelve,” you retort, standing up and trying to move, only for him to prop his legs up on the coffee table, making it impossible for you to pass, “And stupid.”
“You used to get so flustered around me. The way you’d stumble over your words, couldn’t look me in the eyes. You were fuckin’ crazy about me. I know you were.”
“The key word being were.”
“You can say that all you want,” Rafe shrugs, staring up at you, “But I know you still find me attractive. Why else would you have worn that sexy little dress, huh? You wanted to dress up for me, Princess.”
“You are so-” You let out a frustrated shriek when you try to step over him, his hands grabbing at your hips and pulling you into his lap. You squirm against him, doing your best to ignore the feeling of his cock rubbing against your ass, “For fuck’s sake!” Before Rafe can say anything, a loud banging at the door interrupts your bickering. Your eyes go wide and you turn to face him, seeing that his face has paled, “...Your dad’s not expecting anyone.” He nods, affirming your words, grabbing your waist tighter when the banging begins again. You cling to Rafe, limbs tangled around him, the two of you clearly terrified, “What if it’s Singh’s guys?!”
Rafe presses a finger to your lips, and reluctantly eases you off his lap. Man, you had your arms and legs wrapped around him, all warm and soft and sweet, and he has to move? This is some bullshit. He moves toward the door, grabbing your hand and pulling you along behind him. You grab the back of his shirt, the two of you walking slowly. The banging grows louder and louder, faster and faster, until you’re standing near the peephole which Rafe looks through. That’s when you hear a clicking noise and notice he’s holding a-
“You have a fucking Glock?!”
“Shut up,” he hisses, covering your mouth with his free hand, “Stay behind me and shut up!”
You, surprisingly, do as he asks, clinging to him. Rafe can’t help but find the whole situation a bit… Erotic. Here he is, holding his gun, saving the helpless damsel in distress. Okay, not helpless, not a damsel. He can already hear you bitching at him for saying that. You hear him cock the gun and let out a gasp, breaking your silence.
“You can’t just shoot someone! We should call the cops! Or hide! Or both- FUCK!” You cover your mouth as Rafe fires three shots through the door, the two of you hearing a groan of pain and a thump. You look at him, letting out a shrill noise of surprise. “Did you just fucking kill someone?!”
He opens the door, rolling his eyes, “Shut up.”
The would-be intruder is one of Singh’s men. Rafe recognizes him immediately. He’s taken a shot to the shin, the knee, and the arm. But nothing life-threatening. Rafe immediately shoves his Glock into the back of his pants, dragging you along to the car, his hand grabbing your upper arm as he pulls you.
“But your dad said to stay here-”
“Screw what my dad said!”
You let out an indignant huff as he opens the passenger door and practically pushes you inside, moving to grab your seatbelt. You try to bat his hands away.
“I can do my own fucking seatbelt, Rafe!”
His jaw ticks and he speaks in a low voice, “I get your door. I get your seat. And now I’m doing your seatbelt,” he replies firmly, buckling you in, “You don’t get the perks of being a strong independent woman until we’re off the island.”
“OFF THE FUCKING ISLAND? RAFE?!”
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When the two of you reach the pier, he ditches the car. Your complaining about how fast he was going and how many rules of the road he was breaking reminded him a bit of a nagging wife, but he surprisingly didn’t mind that. He grabs a hoodie from the backseat, pulling it over your head and ignoring your noises of protest.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t freeze to death on the boat in that dress,” he snaps, tugging you by the hand.
The two of you sneak your way into the cargo hold when the captain isn’t paying attention, ducking down behind a few shipment containers. Finally, you’re able to catch your breath. The last half hour has been the most intense of your life. You inhale deeply, then exhale, doing your best to ignore Rafe. And when you do finally look at him, he muses that you look a bit like a grumpy little kitten.
“This is bullshit,” you hiss, eyes going wide when he pulls you close to him, laying the both of you down on the ground, his body pressing into yours, “What the-”
He covers your mouth, his breathing growing heavy as the door to the cargo hold opens. A different man from before, dressed similarly to the Tanneyhill intruder, walks through the hold with a flashlight, clearly searching the place for you. Rafe’s eyes bore into yours and he presses a finger to his lips. You nod silently, the two of you far too close for your comfort as you hide from the man. He stalks around the hold, his footsteps echoing loudly, before finally calling someone you presume to be Singh on his phone, telling him that you and Rafe aren’t on the ship. However, he stays there, keeping an eye out. So you and Rafe spend the next thirty minutes just like that. He can’t help but admire how gorgeous you look when you’re scared, your eyes wide, your lower lip wobbling slightly. He wants to kiss you so fucking bad right now, but chances are you’ll start screaming and then? Your new friend will catch you.
So, the two of you stay still and wait until the ship begins to empty and he leaves. You make your way to the top deck and to the pier, letting out a sigh of relief as Rafe manages to hail a cab. As the two of you get in, you quickly fix his shirt so that his gun doesn’t show, earning a nod of thanks and a little smirk from him. Clearly, you’re not as averse to touching him as you pretend to be.
Rafe tells the driver to take the two of you to the nearest decent hotel. The driver replies that it could take over an hour, but Rafe insists. Finally, he sits back, running a hand through his hair and sighing. You give him an unimpressed look.
“We don’t have any luggage.”
“It’ll be fine, Princess.”
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When you reach the hotel - a high-end beachside luxury resort - you are acutely aware of the stares being thrown your and Rafe’s way. After all, he’s wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt, while you’re in that little pink dress with his hoodie on top. However, ignoring Rafe’s insistence that you stay by his side, you bound over to the check in counter and immediately start chattering away to the receptionist. She seems completely charmed by you as you explain you and your “boyfriend” were about to head back to the OBX but missed the last ferry and need a room for the night. You lie that you were out celebrating your anniversary. Rafe is actually quite impressed at your quick thinking.
And the way you manage to sweet talk the hotel manager into upgrading the two of you to a suite. You walk toward the elevator, a victorious little smirk on your face.
“She didn’t suspect a thing,” you say gleefully as the two of you enter the elevator, Rafe pressing the button for the tenth floor.
“You really went full-on with the whole damsel in distress routine,” he teases, his hand not moving from your lower back, thumb stroking you gently.
“Daddy’s overprotective,” you shrug, “Better to let him believe I need his help.”
The room is pretty damn big, though Rafe notices that there’s only one bed. You immediately turn to him, eyes narrowed.
“You’re sleeping on the couch.”
He scoffs, “You’re not gonna let me sleep in the bed? After I rescued you from a possible murder? That’s just fuckin’ mean.”
You arch a brow, “All you did was shoot someone and drag me out of the house!”
“Oh, is that all I did?! Is that all I did to save your cute little ass?!” He scowls, the vein in his neck throbbing as he glares down his nose at you, “Not even a fucking ounce of gratitude, you little brat?”
“Gratitude?! For what exactly?!”
“For saving your goddamn life, that’s what! I solved the problem, I got us out of that situation, and this is how you wanna fuckin’ thank me?!”
You roll your eyes, your tone so bratty he can hardly stand it as you ass, “What, do you want me to get on my knees and suck your dick as my thanks? Fuck off, Rafe.”
You’re driving him insane. The way you flip your hair and turn your back to him. The way you refuse to listen to him. Rafe thinks he’s about to start fucking drooling if he doesn’t do something.
“Come here.”
“No!”
“I said,” he hisses in a low, commanding voice, so rough that it sends a shiver up your spine as he yanks you back against him, “Come here.”
“Hey!”
Rafe spins you around to face him, any trace of humor gone from his voice as he stares down at you, his eyes swimming with annoyance, anger, and lust, “Look at me. And say you’re fucking sorry.”
You stare up at him, your eyes wide with fear, and if he’s not mistaken, excitement, as you mumble, like a stray kitten who’s been reprimanded, “I… Sorry?”
“Good girl.” He releases his grip on one of your arms before moving his hand to your hair. He runs his fingers through your locks, his voice still low, bordering on threatening as he demands, “You’re gonna do exactly what I tell you to do. Got it?” Your response doesn’t come, and so Rafe yanks on your hair, pulling your head back so that your neck is bared to him, “I said do you understand? I’m in charge now. You do what I say, Princess. Got. It?”
“Yes, Rafe,” you mumble.
Nah. That’s not going to do. Not after all the shit you’ve made him deal with.
“No. Try again,” he demands, tugging harder on your hair.
“Oww,” you whine slightly, “Yes… Sir?”
“Almost there, baby,” he coos mockingly, “Come on. You know what I want to hear.”
He gives your hair one last tug, earning a soft moan, one that has his cock straining against his sweatpants as you whisper, “Yes, Daddy…”
“That’s a good little girl.”
His lips move to meet yours, his hand still in your hair. Rafe’s kiss is bruising, dominating, like he wishes to fucking devour you. And he’s pretty sure with the way you’re clinging to his shirt, that you would let him. When he pulls away for a moment, you whine pathetically, only to begin moaning his name again when he kisses your neck, his teeth grazing against your skin. He bites down hard, making you let out a gasp. He helps you out of the sweatshirt, leaving you just in that little pink velour dress, removing his own shirt as well. Rafe loves the way you look at him - his face, his chest, his abs. Yeah, that crush definitely never went away.
And then? The next thing you know, he’s sitting at the foot of the bed with you over his knee. Your jaw drops as you glance back at him over your shoulder.
“What… What’re you doing?”
He grabs you by the hair, bringing your face closer to his while his other hand caresses your ass over the fabric of your dress. He pushes the fabric up, admiring the sight of your bare ass, the flimsy thong you wear barely covering anything. He gives it a quick squeeze, groaning at how perfect your flesh feels against his palm. And then? He lets his hand fly. You look at him, completely taken aback, lips parted in shock. And he just fucking continues. He lands a second slap, a third, a fourth and a fifth in quick succession.
“You hear that, huh, Princess?” He hisses, spanking you again, loving the way your flesh jiggles with every slap, the sound of impact, “You hear what I said?”
You squirm against him, rubbing your thighs together as you whine, “Daddy, it hurts, don’t be so mean…”
“Well, I gotta show you who’s in charge, baby,” he chuckles darkly, giving you another smack, “Come on. Tell me you know Daddy’s in charge.”
You let out a choked gasp as he nudges your thighs apart, landing a flurry of light slaps against your pussy, his lips twisting into a grin at how you’ve soaked through your panties, “I- I understand, Daddy, oh God…”
Rafe continues, alternating between smacking your ass and your pussy before sitting you back up in his lap, gripping your jaw firmly, “That’s my good girl. You took your punishment so well, baby. You know what Daddy’s gonna do for you next?”
You shake your head, looking into his blue eyes, nearly black with lust as you breathe, “No… What’s next?”
“Well, Daddy wants to give you a treat, baby. Get on those knees and open that pretty mouth for me.”
You move to kneel between his legs, mouthing eagerly at his cock over the fabric of his sweatpants. You keep your gaze locked on his, your lashes fluttering as your palms move along his muscular thighs, moaning softly. You pull his cock free from the pants, giving it a few quick tugs, smiling at him playfully.
“Can I have my treat, Daddy?”
“Practice on this first, baby.”
Rafe watches, eyes rapt with attention as your lips wrap around the barrel of his gun. You don’t even make a face at the taste, just moaning and grinding yourself against the floor like a feral little thing as you stare up at him. Your saliva coats the gun, and he decides he’s had enough, pulling it away from you and pushing your face toward his cock.He groans as you take him into your hot, wet mouth, the feeling almost making him blow his load then and there. The wet, sloppy noises you make as you suck his cock are almost as arousing as the feeling of your tongue moving along his shaft, your cheeks hollowing around him as you bob your head up and down. Rafe’s fingers knot in your hair, pushing your head further down on his cock. And you just fucking take it, eyes watering, drool spilling from the corners of your lips as you stare up at him. Fuck, he’s never had head this good in his entire goddamn life. You move faster and faster and faster until he cums on your tongue, a smirk on his face as he watches you swallow.
“Was that good, Daddy?”
Rafe nods, his breath coming in short, sharp pants as he chuckles, “That was perfect, baby.”
He lifts you up, manhandling you onto the bed. He tosses his sweatpants aside, leaving him completely naked save for the silver chain around his neck. He makes quick work of your dress, smirking at the sight of you without a bra, wearing only that little pink lace thong. You grin up at him mischievously, letting out a noise of surprise as he flips you onto your stomach. Rafe wastes no time pushing your thong aside, burying his tongue inside your sweet little pussy, reveling in the sound of your moans as he devours you. He spreads you wide, his tongue flattening against you as he laps at you eagerly, your arousal coating his tongue within mere minutes. But Rafe continues, now adding his fingers, moving them in and out of you while his tongue moves to your puckered hole. You whimper, burying your face in the pillow beneath you as he spreads you open, tongue pushing past the tight ring of muscles, the pleasure being almost too intense to bear. Between that and his fingers massaging your clit, you’re crying out “Daddy” and coming again, your arousal coating his fingertips, making him smirk victoriously. He turns you to lay on your back, grinning as he licks his fingers clean, your gaze hazy as you stare up at him.
Rafe is nearly fully hard again by now, grasping the base of his cock, giving himself a few quick strokes before a grin spreads across his face. Rafe grabs his Glock, showing you that the safety is on, your eyes going wide as he pushes the grip inside you, fucking you with it. Your eyes roll back, the feeling of the cool metal against your overstimulated pussy being almost too much. But Rafe is determined to make you cum all over the handle of his gun. He rubs it against your clit over and over and over, watching as your arousal squirts over the handle, making a mess, soaking the bed beneath you. He pulls the gun away, quickly replacing it with his cock, groaning at the way you squeeze around him.
He wraps his hand around your throat, the other squeezing at your tits as he begins to roll his hips against you, “Such a perfect little slut for Daddy, aren’t you, Princess?”
Your voice comes out as a choked gasp, every thrust making the fat head of his cock rub against your sweet spot, his girth feeling almost too big as he ruts against you, “Yes, Daddy. I’m your slut. I’m your good girl, whatever you want me to be.”
“Open that mouth then for me, baby.” You do as he asks, gasping when he spits into your mouth, still rolling his hips against yours over and over and over, “Swallow.” You do as he asks yet again, earning a nod of approval and a smirk, “Good job, Princess.”
Your cunt spasms around his cock as he pounds into you, the feeling making your toes curl, your nails rake along his back, leaving angry red marks in their wake. You come all over his cock, but Rafe simply flips you onto your stomach, grabbing you by the hips. You feel his finger easing its way into your ass, making you whine, feeling so fucking full of him as he spills himself inside you, his cum leaking out of you as he continues to move his finger. Rafe doesn’t take too long getting hard again, and by the time he is, he knows that he’s going to make sure to cum in all three of your holes tonight, claiming you completely.
He spits on your puckered hole before easing his cock inside you, making you let out a low groan. Rafe stays like that, letting you get used to the feeling before he starts moving against you yet again. All you can think of, breathe, is him. His cock, his hands squeezing at your tits, his lips against your neck as he pounds into you over and over.
“You’re all mine now, Princess,” he growls against your ear, his thrusts slowing as he nears his climax, bringing your hand to your pussy, urging you to play with your clit, “All fucking mine. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass. All of you. All mine.”
“All yours, Daddy,” you agree, your fingers circling your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your peak, his balls slapping against your ass as he continues to fuck you, “All yours… I’m close…”
“Come for me, baby,” he grunts, giving one thrust, two, three more, spilling himself inside you yet again, a grin on his face as he sees you reach your own again.
The two of you collapse against the bed, clinging to each other, relishing in the moment. Rafe asks if you need anything from him, a towel, water, anything. You shake your head, clinging to him.
“Not right now. Just stay here and hold me.”
He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve got you. I’m here.”
You rest your head against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as you take a moment to rest, listening to the beating of his heart. Rafe wraps his arms around you, smiling to himself. He never knew it could feel like this. And when you gaze up at him, with those sleepy eyes of yours, he knows the reason he wants to protect you so badly. The reason he’s been going crazy all day.
He’s in love with you. No matter how insane it may sound. And he’s going to protect you, keep his princess safe here in his arms.
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julessworldd · 10 days
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HES SO BOYFRIENDDXXX UGHHHHHHHH
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s1, backwards baseball cap, frat boy, confrontational prick rafe save meeeee <33
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julessworldd · 10 days
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His whore always 🥰
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Let’s be honest he wouldn’t be a good bf!
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julessworldd · 10 days
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📍Paris
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@fratjjmaybank and I talking about u
Good night xx
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julessworldd · 11 days
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@fratrafecameron why are you so hott?
i just wanna fucking sit on his lap. you can’t sit like that and not expect me to wanna pounce wtf
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julessworldd · 12 days
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baby shoes
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words: 2.3k
warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?
rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.
“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”
you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.
“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.
“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.
“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”
rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.
you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.
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look how cute this baby is rafey
“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”
“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.
“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.
you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”
“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.
“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”
“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.
“okay, true.” 
--
“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.
“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!” 
rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine. 
“what are you wearing?”
“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.
“why would you want that?” rafe questions.
“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”
rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.
“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.
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“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.
“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.
“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.
“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.
“it can be.” rafe shrugs.
“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.
“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.
“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.
what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.
“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.
“you would?”
“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”
“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.
“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.
“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.
“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.
“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”
he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.
“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.
“tell me!” you complain again.
“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”
you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.
“i-i-” you stammer.
“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”
“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.
“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”
“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.
“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”
“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”
you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.
he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.
“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.
“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.
“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.
rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.
“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”
you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.
“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.
“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.
rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.
you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.
“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.
“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.
rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.
“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.
“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”
its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.
“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.
“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.
“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.
your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you. 
you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.
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“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.
“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room. 
“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.
“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.
“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.
“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.
“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”
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Alice in Wonderland (1951).
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all the ppl finally showing season one rafe the love he deserves. frat boy stole my heart from the moment he stepped on screen.
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