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notmuchtofind · 6 months

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don’t move | r.c

Tw: 18+ smut, hate sex, rough sex, p in v, fingering, violence, choking, degrading, name calling (slur,bitch ect), domestic, c0ckwarming , praising, mental b0ndage, mean!rafe

basically just feral <33

synopsis: You’re trying to escape the house whilst arguing with rafe but he won’t let you get away without a fight

a/n: Sorry it’s not 100% proof read, and this is my first rafe smut i’ve done so let me know your honest opinions :) ty x

“i swear to god y/n if you dare. if you dare leave this fucking house!“ Rafe snarls from across the kitchen island as you begin to stumble back to your feet and contemplate twisting the knob to the front door.

You’re petrified, but you needed to get out of this house and away from Rafe. the constant war that was going on between you and rafe for the past couple of months had brought you to breaking point.

Rafe was, once again, back using cocaine heavily. He’d always manage to break his habit for months at a time, and this time you thought maybe it was for good…However, When Ward decided to cut off all of what rafe had left, due to his accidental loss of money within the business. It turned rafe psycho. You’d been with rafe for 3 years, and you’d thought you’d seen the worst. but this time was different.

Tears stream down your face and past the bloody wound that resides along the bottom of your lip. The tears seem to sting the opening slightly as you feel your face grow hotter. This isn’t the first time Rafes hit you. But it’s certainly the hardest. And when he’s hit you before, he’s almost instantly apologetic, but tonight Rafes eyes no longer reside his soul. He’s switched.

“P-Please Rafe, Stop!!” said almost screaming, desperately, whilst cracks formed in your voice. “you need me y/n” rafe patronised “you’re fucking nothing without me, get the fuck back here now, you bitch!” he spits. but you run, out the door with the keys to the truck you managed to take from rafes pocket the moment you realised he was about to have another outburst.

you wrestle with the keys whilst stumbling bare foot on the mud outside the mansion. You fall onto the dust and drop the keys. It’s pitch black, and you’re unable to see clearly, the only light that glares ever so slightly is the one seeping through the open door to the mansion of the boy thats held you there unwillingly for too long.

You was unable to hear the footsteps that had krept up behind you due to the loud pounding of your heart inside your chest. “fucking slut” he spits as he steps his boot onto the fingers you was using to locate the keys. you wince in pain as rafe puts all his body weight onto your hand. “i told you not to leave baby” he coos whilst looking down at you and tilting his head slightly. Rafe holds eye contact, he looks to be in awe as tears still stream down your face and whimpers escape your lips from the pain you’re experiencing. Rafes large hand grasps your jaw, big enough to rest his thumb and fingers on each side of your cheeks. He then slowly digs his fingertips into the sides of your face and elevates your body up towards his. “i think it’s time you come back inside”.

Rafe grabs you by the fabric of your top and with no hesitation, drags you along the dirt, whilst you squirm and wince in pain. he drags you all the way back into the front door of the mansion. Your legs and arms bruised and grazed, and your clothes now blood stained.

you felt exsausted, but sobs and whimpering still managed to escape your lips. Now laid helplessly in the hallway you beg “Rafe please baby please, this isn’t you i know you you don’t want to hurt me rafe…You don’t want to do this to me, please-please” But before Rafe could’ve even processed what you was saying he’s halfway down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Now petrified to move you lay still in the hallway. After hearing rafe snorting, what youre adiment is cocaine, he reappears, Shirtless, and holding a long woven wrope wrapped around his fist. “So you decide to obey me now and stay put like a good girl?” Rafe states before unapologetically grabbing your left ankle and dragging you through to the dining room.

Rafe dumps your body and runs his hand over his head before he takes his cigarette packet out of his back pocket and lights a cigarette. holding the cigarette between his lips he begins to unravel the rope, wrapping it around the heavy wooden dining table leg. He then begins to wrap the wrope around you ankle, tightly. you beg and squirm and kick.“what the fuck are you doi-“ but before you can finish, your head thuds on the floor as rafes palm collides with your cheek “shut. the. fuck. up” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “jesus fucking christ y/n, you never learn?” he says whilst walking away from you and taking a drag of his cigarette.

You’re now unable to move from the floor with your ankle tied to the table leg, you just watch Rafe pace up and down, puffing on his cigarette, until he stubs it out on the wall and walks back over to where you lay.

Rafe kneels onto the floor, placing his knees at either side of your torso. Petrified and unsure of his next move,you move your head to one side but lay completely still “mmmm what a good girl” rafe coos whilst he begins to trail his hands from your waist to the bottom hem of your top. Rafe begins to lift up your top, revealing your naked tits. Your nipples begin to harden due to the exposure of the quickly changed temperature and rafe lets out a shakey breath.

Your breaths begin to become faster as you begin to notice rafe growing larger and larger through his pants, and even though your petrified of a potential violent outburst from rafe, you can’t help when your stomach fills with butterflies as you imagine the girthy length that rests inside.

Rafes eyes don’t move from your tits as he begins to flick your hard nipple back and forth, occasionally twiddling it between his index and thumb. “I love when you don’t question me y/n i love when you just lay there, all pretty for me as i do what i please. You’re mine” Rafe says, still not taking eyes off your chest.

The way rafes words race around your mind, as much as you hate when rafes like this, there’s somthing about him praising you that makes you weak. You’re so disgusted with yourself knowing you’ve just let him treat you like shit but you know your pussys becoming more and more sticky in your panties as he speaks.

You still lay there absolutely still, as rafe begins to rub himself through his pants before unbuckling them and letting them fall just past his upper thigh. as well as his boxers. His shaft springs up and you get a glimps of his precum shimmering at the end of his tip. Rafe throws his head back whilst he gives himself 3 long strokes over your body. He then begins yanking your trousers and panties down simultaneously, sending pain up your leg as he takes no care in how your legs unable to move due to being tied down. But we’ve established by now rafe doesn’t care about hurting you. if anything it gets him off.

“aha ohhh fuck” rafe chuckles, his eyes dart too your sticky wet folds “it looks like my girl enjoys obeying hmm?” he mocks. tracing his middle finger over your outer lips gently, gathering the already spilt juices from your pathetic cunt. Rafe brings his hand up and forces his fingers into your mouth, wriggling them around the tip of your tongue and then tracing them back around your nipples for a 2nd time.

“do you taste good my sweet girl?”

Your head tilts back and your hips cock up as you allow the pleasure to rush through your body.

The sound of a slap echoes through the dimly lit room and a stinging pain engulfs the surface area of your cheek “don’t. fucking move you slut” rafe spits. loosing his patients he wraps his fist around your throat and abruptly shoves his fingers past your dripping folds and enters the walls of your cunt. You can’t help but whimper slightly, However rafe squeezes your throat so tight you’re pretty sure he was unable to hear it.

Your walls expand as your body aches for something larger to fill your tight hole. Rafe finger fucks you rough, making your body move loosely around his thick fingers. rafe groans as he takes his hand off your throat and begins stroking himself whilst still finger fucking your pussy, getting off to the sensation of how tight u was around his fingers and the squelching sounds that are made everytime he thrusts his fingers in and out.

“mmmm fuck baby” he growls as he pulls his fingers out of you. rafe pulls you close to him by your thighs, unaware of the pain it causes you whilst still attached to the table. but he couldn’t care less, all he cares about is filling your hole with his cock. feeling if you become wetter the deeper he goes. he loves using your pathetic little body, your body is helpless and weak compared to his, and he likes to make sure youre aware. “goood girl, good giiiirlll” he emphasises as his cock slowly enters your cunt. you gasp and your pussy never gets usto the size, it always manages to tear you open slightly, causing a slight stinging pain as he thrusts in and out of you, getting faster and faster he grunts simoultaneously “that’s my sweet girl, stay still for daddy whilst he fucks you senseless” “mmmm”

You’re already so close, and rafe can tell. he proceeds to tell you how good your pussy feels and that you’re all his and that’s all you ever will be. that’s what your purpose is, to serve rafe, in anyway he wants.

“i can feel you tightening around my cock you slut” he says with pleasure “you can cum for me but don’t you dare fucking move” rafe demands “i swear to god if you fucking move i’ll have to carry on fucking you even when it fucking hurts” he threatens.

You beging to feel the sweetness rush over your body, starting in your head and making its way down your body. You fight the urge to jerk your body up towards rafe so his cock goes deeper, you resist the urge to moan his name or dig your fingernails deep in his back to keep him in position. You fight the urges and your orgasm takes over your whole mind, the only thing you can do to express how you truley feel is roll your eyes back into your head whilst your pussy gushes, leaving your cream to rest on rafes cock. He grunts once more before you feel his cum shoot inside you and fill your walls. You moan in pleasure and rafe settles next to you, but still enough to keep his cock inside your pussy, not allowing his cum to escape, as a sign to show you that you’re his.

You’re his slut here to keep his cock warm

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rafedaddy01 · 25 days

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Rafe stared at you with such intensity that the rooms atmosphere shifted. You knew you messed up so you didn’t say a word.

“Jesus, y/n” he pushes himself off the bed and stalks closer to you. “How many fucking times do I have to tell you to stay put!” You start backing away from him slowly until you hit the wall. Rafes eyes darken as he gets closer. You bite down on your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything, knowing you’ll regret it.

Rafes hand shoots up and grips your throat, not tightly, but enough to bring your face only mere inches away from his. His thumb comes up to outline your lips and his head cocks to one side. “If you ever fucking leave again, there’s not a single person on this island who can save you from me”

Your eyes slam shut. Your legs wobble from the way his threat makes them shake. “I-“ you try to speak up but he shuts you up.

“I need your eyes and ears, not your fucking mouth” he spits the sentence out like he hates you, and it only makes your skin tingle with excitement. You should hate this. You should hate how possessive he is.

It’s toxic.

When your eyes open you find his jaw clenched. He grabs your face between his hands and pulls you closer as your lips crash, the kiss full of hate.

You kiss him back. Moving your tongue past his lips and letting it glide against his. He groans into your welcoming mouth, and picks you up off your feet. Your legs wrap around him. His hands move all over your body, touching every surface of skin.

“Fuck these clothes” he rasps out.

His lips are back on yours as he walks the two of you to the bed and throws you down onto it. You sit up and start reaching for the hem of your shirt but Rafes hands are on it before you get the chance to pull it off, doing it for you. He goes for your ankles next, pulling you down and it’s only a couple minutes until you’re completely naked while he’s still fully dressed.

Rafe lowers himself until his mouth hovers over your bare pussy, his hot breath leaving goosebumps and making you wither with want and need. He grip your ass so hard, you know they’ll be marks, and he starts devouring you like your the best fucking meal he’s ever had.

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ervotica · 2 months

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brat taming maybe with like dark!rafe???

pairing; rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings; dark(ish?), dub-con if you squint but no smut, public punishment, spanking, dom!rafe, brat tamer!rafe

a/n; not a clue what this is tbh but trying to get back in the swing of writing for my fav boy <3 rafe requests and concept discussions are open as always! i always wanna talk abt this boy <3

“Are you gonna fuckin’ quit it or am I gonna have to beat the attitude out of you, kid?”

You gurgle nonsensically when his thick fingers curl around your ribcage to pull you into his chest, thrashing weakly as the flat of his hand taps against your cheek to sober you. Goosebumps raise on your arms and legs— partially from the night breeze, mostly from Rafe’s cruel touch.

“Rafe,” you purl, voice rising three octaves and swollen lips parting into a silent gasp when a resounding crack permeates the chatter of the party. Your cheeks are aflame, a nasty welt already rising on the soft skin with the distinct shape of a hand. You crinkle your nose indignantly, pushing at his firm chest even as you go soft and pliant in his grasp.

“Wanna try that again?” he snarks, clamping your jaw between his digits to anchor your gaze to his own. “Quit it.”

“You’re a prick,” you hiss, your temper flaring. He rolls his neck, eyes fluttering as he groans.

“Okay, kid.” He slaps you again and your eyes burn, glossing over with tears. “Just remember you did this to yourself, yeah?”

Dewiness clings to your neck as he backs you against the nearest wall, indifferent to the stares of the other partygoers that crowd the vast yard. His head dips until his brow touches yours.

“Turn around.”

“Not here, Rafe,” you breathe, that bravado you had disappearing at his insinuation— to spank you raw in front of everyone. “Can’t we go somewhere else?”

“No, we can’t,” he mocks your whining cadence. “Turn round before I fuckin’ make you.”

You squeal when his fingers press indents into the fat of your hips and spin you, a corded forearm pushing on the back of your neck to hold your cheek against the wall.

“Count.”

“Rafe, stop! ‘s embarrassing.”

His lips press to the shell of your ear. “I don’t fuckin’ care if you’re embarrassed, kid. Count ‘em, or it’ll be worse for you.”

You choke a sob against the brick that grates at your skin, no doubt rubbing it raw, wrestling with the tears that slip down your flaming cheeks as he delivers the first blow.

“O-one.”

“Attagirl,” he murmurs, granting you temporary reprieve with a kiss to the curve of your jaw.

The next three come in quick succession, and you writhe, reciting the numbers obediently through the lump in your throat.

“Five.”

“Six.”

“Seven.”

By the eighth, you’re crying in earnest, any dignity you had somehow clung to slipping through your fingers as you sniffle at him with teary eyes.

His nose nudges at your cheekbone, his breath a ghostly touch against your scrunched features.

“Two more, kid.”

You swipe spitefully at your swollen eyes, lips pushing out into a pout as you fight back another onslaught of tears.

“Hurts,” you snivel.

“‘s supposed to, dummy.” Your ass is raw and you hiss and jerk as he delivers the last two before he’s finally freeing you of his grip, watching as you smooth down your clothes and drunkenly cuss and hiccup at him. He quirks an eyebrow in a clear warning that has the words dying in your throat, features crumpling further with every second he’s not consoling you.

Your lips are swollen, face flushed and ruddy from Rafe’s rough hands; you let him hike you up by your armpits and draw you into his chest, pressing your stinging cheek to his shoulder.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Feelin’ better?”

You don’t deign to answer, needling your way further into his warm body and going boneless.

“You’re mean,” you purl, muffled through the fabric of his shirt.

“I know. I’m awful,” he concedes, smearing a kiss to the crown of your skull. Your eyelids fall shut at the tender contact, such a stark contrast to the way he’s been manhandling you.

“‘s time to go?” you ask, limply twitching in his grasp.

“Yeah. Let’s go home, kid.”

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sluttychanel · 3 months

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Please daddy// R.C.

warnings: dom!Rafe, sub!reader, one slap (ass) reader is called a slut and a whore. daddy kink, orgasm denial.

sexual content below

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“Rafe! Fuck daddy- please!” You moan out out. His hands on your hip as he slams into you from behind. pulling your hips to meet his at the pace to make you scream.

“Such a fucking slut.” he mutters. it’s more so to himself than to you. he grabs your hair and pulls you up. his mouth next to your ear.

He chuckles as he continues to ram his dick into to you. “Please what? huh?” he asks as slightly slows down his pace.

“I-Its to much! i can’t!” you whine as tears well up in your eyes. this only makes him chuckle.

“you can.” he says as he pushes you back down and he increases his movement.

“Daddy! fuck! please! i’m gonna cum!” you whimper out and Rafe smirks shaking his head.

“Says who?” He asks delivering a harsh slap to your ass that makes you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Rafe- please!” you plead. eyes squeezed shut mouth hung open.

“Fucking whore.” He grunts out as his thrust steadily become sloppier telling you he’s close.

He forcefully pounds into you. you whimper and moan as your soaking pussy clenches around him almost making him hurts.

“Fuck. cum f’me.” He he groans as he speeds up his pace making you scream as you come come on his cock.

“Rafe!” You cry out as you cum on Rafes dick. he’s not far behind. giving you a few more thrust before he cums. fucking his cum into your pussy.

You let out a whimper as you feel he’s seeds shoot inside you.

“Shit. took it so well.” He says as he slowly pulls out.

(Not my best work 😅)

#rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe smut #rafe imagine #rafe x you #outerbanks rafe #dom!rafe #Bigdick!Rafe.

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cal-flakes · 2 months

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omg !! rate (dealer or not i don't mind !!) spoiling reader after she's had a tough n emotional week :( projecting rn !! ilysm and ur writing is amazing !!

so sorry it’s so late! i’ve only just started properly writing again :( love ya

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— “y’okay kid?” a gruff mutter echoed from outside the bathroom as you lay still, eyes so focused yet so withdrawn as you watched the way your fingers floated in the now lukewarm bath rafe had run earlier. huffing meekly in agreement, you listened intently as his footsteps shifted, lingering for a moment. “be back soon, alright doll?” he called once more, secretly wishing for more than a distant sigh. “m’kay” you whispered, resting your head back against the cool tile.

rafe cameron was many things but never a liar, well — never to you at least. he said he’d be back soon, and back soon he was. yet, it felt like hours till you heard the familiar sound of his heavy footsteps, alongside a not so familiar rustling.

you saw it coming, the stuff knocks on the bathroom door once again, that didn’t mean you were pleased to hear them. the thought of getting out, or even just moving was exhausting, especially after such a long week, or the week of hell as you’d named it earlier, earning a sympathetic chuckle from your love as he adjusted himself in the drivers seat, ready and waiting to pick you up from work.

“c’mon darlin’ you gotta get out now, waters cold” he stated firmly, much unlike his earlier pleas. “m’coming” you huffed. “i’ma leave you to it, meet me downstairs”

it wasn’t uncommon for rafe to be so matter of fact with you anymore, he’d sharp learned that pleas and coaxing does nothing for you, never as beneficial as simply telling you.

patting the last layer of your skincare into your face, you turned slowly to open the bathroom door, eyes widening as quickly as the could as you took in the arrangement on your shared bed — tulips, pink ones specifically, chocolates, all splayed out beautifully, laid carefully beside — a teddy bear?

“rafe?” you queried, feet padding against the cold floor, pace much quicker — bouncier even now that you’d festered for a couple of hours, recharging. “yeah doll?” he hummed from the lounge, throwing his head back over the couch to look at you, lips quick to turn upwards as he noticed the new plush hanging from your grasp. “another one?” you beamed, quickly rounding the cushioned chair, all but diving into his lap — in which he was quick to catch you, placing numerous soft kisses to your freshly combed hair.

“s’nothin, just remembered you said you needed an new addition, n’you’ve had a shit week, jus’ thought it might help..” he spoke, slender fingers raking through your hair as you lay in his lap, glossy lips and glassy eyes peering up at him as though he’d gifted you the moon.

#ʚ♡ɞ ☁: elle’s dreams #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #rafecameron #rafe obx #obx #dom!rafe #soft!rafe cameron

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notmuchtofind · 6 months

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Inpatient | r.c

word count: 2k

tw: 18+, daddy kink, degrading, masturbation, slight abuse, praise kink, c0ckwarming, slight mental b0ndage, pillow grinding, dark rafe, dom rafe, fingering, p in v

synopsis: Rafe catches you pleasuring yourself and isnt overly please

a/n: ahhhhh another feral read!!!! be prepared <333 I hope you enjoyyy. also thank you sm for just over 100 followers and over 1000 likes so quickly! lyyyy🤍 alsoooooo, hbd drew! ✨eeeeee xox

You walk your bare feet across the floor and through into the ensuite of Rafes bedroom. You begin to brush your teeth and as you do so you check your phone; 11:23pm. You sigh as place your phone on the side of the sink basin. Rafe told you he'd be back around 10pm, he's not text or called to update you. But to be honest, this isn't unlike him, it doesn't worry you too much. You just wish maybe he would let you know from time to time... He said he had a few things to take care of when he left this morning, things he does not discuss with you and you're okay with that, you have an incline that not everything Rafe gets upto is legal, you know he doesn't want you to get mixed up in any of his work.

Rafe insisted you to stay at his whilst he was out, The nights come earlier as its now winter, even though the temperature is still pretty high and it can be quite pleasant. the rain and fog in outerbanks is substandard today, its not safe for you to be out there in Rafes eyes. Rafes protective, if anything bad was to happen to you he would blame himself, And you'd rather abide by rafes rules, probably because he praises you when you do and to be honest, you'd do anything to hear rafe tell you you're his 'good girl'. and partly because you're very hesitant to get on the wrong side of rafe. You've been there a few times and you try everything in your power to not make it a frequent occurrence.

You walk over to the bed ,still not made from the night before. you sink into the sheets and contemplate what to do with yourself...you twiddle with the drawstrings of your pyjama shorts as you run possibilities through your head. But the one thing that's forced to the front of your mind is rafe, you've missed him all day, desperately craving his touch and you have no idea how soon it is till he's home. The thoughts of last night with rafe circle your head, his hand trailing down your thigh when you're just about to drift off to sleep, signalling what he wants. If he's feeling soft, he'll always begin by planting kisses on your neck, then wander down your body and stopping when he reaches your core...

The thoughts send you spiralling and you can't help but reach down your pyjama shorts, rubbing gentle circles on your pussy through your panties, already slightly soaked from the thoughts of your boyfriend. You arch your back and let out a soft moan as you slip your hand into your panties and begin to trail a finger up and down your cunt, making sure your wetness is covering your folds. another soft moan slips out of your mouth.

Your clit begins to throb and is begging to be stimulated. But your fingers just don't seem to be enough, you're longing to be riding rafes length, you just want to feel yourself straddling him whilst his cock stuffs you.

You sit up without hesitation and begin to look around for a possible object to satisfy you... your mind is racing. You stare at the pillow that had been propping up your head and slowly remove it from its position.Your heads spinning thinking about the pleasure you're about to endure. You begin to kneel and straddle the pillow whilst positioning it correctly so it will be enough to stimulate your throbbing core. You pull your shorts and panties to the side slightly as you are too eager to take them off. You place your folds onto the pillow and begin to grind, you feel yourself growing wetter and your juices are quickly absorbed into the pillow, making the friction between your pussy and the pillow feel like heaven. "mm rafe" you whimper as you throw your head back and imagine Rafe underneath you.

"mmm fuck rafe, you fuck me so good" you cry . "I know I do baby"

You're startled. you quickly twist round towards the door, unstraddling the pillow.``What the fuck Rafe" you snap holding your hand close to your chest "you scared me..." said with slight embarrassment. "I didn't say stop, '' Rafes spits as he's leant against the door frame "Have you missed me that much? That you couldn't wait till daddy got home to be a slut?" Rafe walks over to the bed and towers over you. You're lost for words, you're frozen, he makes you so weak. "Answer me y/n!" He spits, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the edge of the bed, you gaze up at him and nod. "use your words pretty girl" he encourages..."yes i've missed you '' you say with slight hesitation. not because you're unsure you'd missed him, but because you're nervous of what comes next. Are you going to be punished for pleasuring yourself when he wasn't here or is he going to let you off...?

Rafe brings his hand up to your jaw and grasps it, just enough to make you wince slightly. '`yes what y/n?" he says with a slight impatient undertone, tilting your head up higher to make sure your eyes are definitely on his. "yes daddy...i've missed you ''.

"My good girl" Rafe praises, making your heat grow even wetter. He loosens his grip and intertwined his fingers into your hair " why don't you show daddy how much you've missed me? Show me how you fucked the pillow, like a whore when I was away" Rafe suddenly grabs your hips and lifts you up before turning around and replacing your place on the edge of the bed, placing you on top of him.

You're now straddling him. Rafes hands are at the back of him propping him up whilst his eyes wander over your body. "go on, show me, like a good little slut".

You look Rafe in the eyes and begin to hesitantly grind on his lap, you're slightly embarrassed, and unsure of what to do,but before you have another moment to think you feel a harsh pain seer through your face as your head whips to the left after Rafes palm leaves your face. "Fucking chop chop y/n! I gave you an opportunity for me to go easy on you but if youre gunna be a little bitch, you get fucking treat like one" Rafe spits, you wince in pain before rafes fist snakes around your neck "Works been rough today baby, I came home to see my girl could've even wait for me before pleasuring that pretty pussy?" he coos " You pleasured yourself in my home? on my bed? without me here?" he questions whilst tilting his head, his fist still gripped around your throat. "The least you can do is show daddy how much you missed him...So fucking show me you slut!" Rafes grip loosens as he uses his hand to slap your arse, Asif he was telling a horse to giddy up. You feel your pussy sticking to your panties as your folds overflow with juices. You lock eyes with rafe and begin to grind your hips back and forth on rafes growing bulge, aroused, but slightly scared to know what could come next if you don't abide . "Good girl" he spits, grabbing your hair and pulling your head back, before unbuckling his pants. you lift yourself up slightly as he lays back on the bed, he pulls his jeans and boxers down past his length. His cock springs up and he groans when it slaps on his stomach, causing the precum on his cock to leave a slight residue.

Rafe then sits back up and pulls your top down past your tits, revealing your hardened nipples. "Pull your panties to the side my sweet girl" as you do so rafes fingers trace your pussy and with no hesitation he puts 2 inside, causing your pussy to drip a little as he pushes the resting juices out of you. You begin moaning, grinding yourself on his fingers "r-rafe" you whimper. "That's it, make a mess for daddy" he states, whilst curling his fingers inside you.

Rafes lips meet yours, vigorously inviting his tongue into your mouth, he abides and follows it by biting on your bottom lip, with his fingers still inside you you both let out groans, as the kissing intensifies, becoming faster, sloppier.

"fuck, c'mere" he demands and lays on his back once more, whilst spreading his legs. He pulls you so your hole is now lined up with his cock before he thrusts his hips up, "ahh shit" he groans as your entrance is stuffed with his throbbing cock, you're wet core once again making a mess, dripping down rafes dick as he pumps in and out of you. You sit ontop of him, a weak, whimpering mess as rafes fingers enter your mouth "open for me slut" he groans. Rafe begins to slow down and he removes his fingers from your mouth, saliva strings from your mouth as he pulls his fingers away. "mmmm,Now show me how you fucked that pillow baby girl. let daddy have a rest".

"yes daddy" you state as you begin to bounce yourself up and down, and rafe watches in awe as your tits bounce in sync. He throws his head back and arches his hips up. You then start to grind yourself, using your feet to stable you. Your head and hair bob up and down and the moans come out in sync with your movements. "ugh fuck y/n, i'm gonna have to pound this pretty pussy" Rafe snaps. He grabs the back of your head without warning ,slamming it in between his shoulder and neck, forcing your whole body down on top of him. He begins to upthrust, forcing his dick deep into your walls, hitting just the right spot. He pumps and pumps faster and faster, groaning with every out stroke. "stay just like that, dont move baby, just be daddy's little cum slut and let me use your holes how daddy likes,mmm fuck" he says whilst still forcing your head down with the palm of his hand and the other grips around the back of your waist.

Your body bobs up and down with rafes thrusts and shakes under Rafes' grip as it's about to be pushed to its limit. You can't help but let out a moan that almost could've been a scream and you feel your walls tighten around rafes girthy length, you feel your juices begin to gush out of your cunt and down rafes dick, stopping at the base of his cock and making your inner thighs sticky as he carries on pounding you "mmmm that's it baby, make a mess for me, you've taken this dick so well my good girl" Rafe praises, and It sends butterflies flying around your stomach.

As rafe begins to still pump in and out you feel his dick twitch inside you slightly, signalling he's close. "let daddy fill you up, Your mine, this pussys all mine" He groans before shooting his thick load inside your walls, you feel the warm liquid coat you and mix together with your juices and your pussy squelches with the last couple of thrusts that rafe pounds into you.

"fuck baby" Rafe pulls your head up by your hair and forces you to look at him whilst his cock still rests inside you. You giggle slightly as you cant believe how amazing he makes you feel "thank you daddy" you say and rafe tries to hide a grin forming on his face... "you're so perfect" he whispers, meeting your eyes with his before forcing your head back down and wrapping his arms around your frame, engulfing you into a hug.

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drown me like you drowned your sister, daddy 😌 it’s okay I like water. im quite thirsty often anyways

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rafedaddy01 · 23 days

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Rafe places your legs onto his shoulders as he digs into his jeans for the condom. Pulling it out, he places it onto the counter. His eyes lock onto your pussy, bare and begging to be touched.

He needs it. Just one taste.

He wraps one hand around his cock, relieving some of the pressure.

“Can I?” his breath fans over your heat.

You whimper and that’s all rafe needs. He rubs his thumb over your clit, applying slight pressure.

“Just one taste, baby, just one. I promise I’ll take you how you want, I just need one taste..”

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fiction-is-life · 2 years

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Rumors

Summary: (Y/N) has a reputation, but she might not deserve it. 18+ Only.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, name calling/slut shaming, implied bullying, spanking, daddy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, blow job/face fucking, rough sex

All it took was giving head to one random Touron who had been “dating” a local girl for about twelve hours for her to be labeled a man-stealing slut. At first it had bothered her, how girls glared at her when she entered a room, scared she would steal their boyfriend from them, but then she realized that she could do whatever she wanted because people’s opinion of her was already set.

And what she wanted to do was Rafe Cameron.

She had been watching him all night. She loved how his tight shirt showed off his biceps, and she felt her stomach do a flip as she pictured how he could pick her up and do whatever he wanted to her. She squeezed her thighs together, making up her mind.

She locked eyes with him from across the room where he was talking with some preppy Kook cheerleader, and she looked him up and down, smirking before walking out of the room. Her smirk grew when she felt him following her into the bathroom.

She turned around when she heard the door click shut, leaning against the countertop. She cocked a brow as he simply stood there. “Well,” she spoke, her voice as smooth as butter, “Are we doing what I think we’re doing or do you just have to pour one out?”

His eyes darkened, the hint of a smirk that was present disappearing. “Oh, we’re doing this, sweetheart,” he spoke, his voice low, sending a thrill through her. He reached out and pulled her into him by her hips, towering over her with his large frame.

(Y/N) threw her arms around Rafe’s neck, pressing herself even closer to him. “Good,” she whispered, kissing up his neck from his collarbone to his jaw, making small marks there.

Rafe let her take the lead, his ego growing to astronomical proportions from how desperate she seemed. He groaned when she found the sweet spot on his neck, “God, baby, you’re so fucking hot.”

He grabbed her ass, squeezing it harshly, making her gasp. He chuckled, pushing her away, “I knew you might like it rough, baby.” He grinned devilishly. “Now, get on your knees.”

She did as he told her, grinning, ripping the fly of his jeans open hastily and shucking the pants down his legs, along with his boxers. His cock sprang up, hitting her on the chin lightly. She kissed the tip, collecting his precum on her lips, before she took him as far in as she could, choking back a gag.

She bobbed her head for a minute, swirling her tongue around his tip before she swallowed him again. He moaned, gathering her hair out of her face, giving it a harsh tug that had her moaning around him, the vibrations making his cock harden to the point of pain.

Rafe looked down at (Y/N), her mouth and throat stuffed with his huge cock, tears in her eyes, and the control within him snapped. And so did his hips.

He fucked her mouth relentlessly. All she could do was dig her fingers into the backs of his thighs to keep herself upright. He was treating her so rough, like the whore everybody thought she was, but she loved it, needed more from him.

When she reached up to fondle his balls with one hand, keeping the other on his thigh for stability, Rafe was sent over the edge. He came in hot spurts down her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow it all. His essence was slightly salty, and she could feel her own wetness between her thighs start to drip at the thought of him filling her up.

She clenched her thighs together, not even trying to hide her desperation when she looked at him with those “fuck me” eyes. And Rafe couldn’t resist her, not with her hair a mess and her lips and cheeks stained with his cum.

He picked her up, only to bend her over the countertop in the same motion. He wanted her to see what she looked like when he fucked her. He flipped her skirt up onto her back, groaning when he saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He dragged two fingers through her slick, gathering it up before bringing that same hand down on her ass in a stinging slap.

She watched her mouth form an O in the mirror, not even recognizing herself when a strangled whimper escaped from deep within her. Rafe smirked, his electric blue eyes almost black as he spanked her again, his cock hardening again with each slap he landed, her ass jiggling and turning a becoming shade of red.

He stopped when she was panting, moaning his name, and trying to squeeze her thighs together. She was so needy and he hadn’t even touched her yet. He went to stretch her out with his fingers, but she stopped him, her hand reaching behind herself to grab his leaking cock. She locked eyes with him in the mirror. “No,” she rasped, “I need you now, Rafe. Put it in.”

He rubbed his hand over the bruise forming on her ass cheek, giving another small spank to the abused flesh. “Alright, princess, but I don’t want to hear any complaints about how it hurts.”

She nodded, looking so innocent for once, but Rafe knew the truth. He concentrated on lining himself up, thrusting in one quick, harsh thrust. (Y/N) screamed at the intrusion, gripping the counter until her knuckles turned white. She was in pain.

Rafe pulled out quickly, noting the small amount of red liquid that trickled out of her and onto the tile. (Y/N) - the supposed island slut - was a virgin.

Rafe pedaled backwards until his back hit the door. “What the hell, (Y/N), you’re a virgin?” His eyes were wild and his voice too loud for the small space. He couldn’t understand why she had let him treat her like that when she hadn’t been with anyone before. And he couldn’t understand why the thought of being her first made his cock throb.

(Y/N) stood up, turning to him, anger flashing in her eyes. She lifted her chin, trying to look like she was the one in charge. “Yes, I am.”

He cocked an eyebrow, crossing his arms, cock still erect but ignored. “And you didn’t think to tell me that before I thrusted into you like a goddamn caveman? I would have been more gentle,” he explained, stepping forward to gently grasp her arms.

She shook him off, grunting in frustration. “Because I didn’t want you to be gentle, Rafe. I wanted you to take it and make me feel good. I’ve heard rumors about how good you are in bed, way better than msot guys.” She looked into his eyes, pleading now. “Please, Rafe?”

Rafe shook his head, and (Y/N)’s hopes sank. She started to walk past him, fixing her clothes. She reached for the door handle.

Before she could open it more than an inch, his hand slammed it closed again. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, her body hitting the door but somehow remaining upright. Rafe leaned down slowly, like a lion on the prowl. “That’s not my name, sweetheart. Now be a good little girl and spread those legs for daddy.”

(Y/N) grinned as he lifted her, impaling her on his cock as his hands supported her weight, her back pressed against the door. “Yes, daddy, anything for you, daddy!” she squealed as he thrust into her, hard and fast and rough. He was hitting her g spot with every thrust, finding it easily as if he had placed it there to come back to later.

She threw her head back, letting him rail her, feeling like he was going to split her in half, and he used the opportunity to lay wet kisses on her neck. When he found that spot right beneath her ear that made her squirm, he sucked and bit at it, leaving a mark.

He wasn’t going to last much longer. She was just so warm and tight, sucking him in deeper with every thrust. He pressed her harder into the door, taking one hand off of where he had been holding her thighs in a bruising grip and used his thumb to rub fast circles on her clit.

She was cumming within seconds, and he couldn’t help but cum right along with her, shooting his load deep inside her as his thrusts became sloppy and the muscles of his stomach tensed. He opened his eyes to find that (Y/N)’s were still closed, a totally blissed out look on her face.

He pecked her lips, surprising her into opening those gorgeous eyes for him. He leaned his forehead against hers, their breaths mixing. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had, baby,” he panted, making her grin and pull him closer, her legs still wrapped around his torso.

“Thank you, Rafe, I didn’t want other guys to know I didn’t have that much experience, but now I don’t have to worry about that,” she spoke as she started to peel herself away from him, ready to get back to the party.

Rafe’s eyes darkened again, but not with lust. (Y/N) wasn’t sure what to think of the dark look that had overtaken his features until he spoke, towering over her again, trapping her against the door. “Oh, I’m sure you won’t need to worry about that, (Y/N). You’re mine, now, baby. And I’m not letting you go.”

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Wild Summer (Part 2)

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Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Reader, JJ Maybank x Reader (slight)

Synopsis: Flashbacks of their night together plague Rafe and Y/N's minds. They have very different opinions on what happens next. A certain blonde bartender catches her eye. But Rafe isn't ready to give up. Not even a little bit.

Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), dom!Rafe, choking kink, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex (y/n is on the pill), a bit of blood (very little), some fluff, some angst, a little bit of jealous!Rafe in the end

A/N: Hiii! This is part 2 of the series Wild Summer. As I've said last time, this series will feature several OBX characters aside from Rafe. All the characters will be aged up to 18+ for the purposes of this story. JJ is introduced in this part, and will be in the next one :) This is written in a bit of a different format - there are flashbacks interwoven with ''present day'' I hope it isn't confusing! But as always, I hope you enjoy it and do let me know if you like the concept of this series and would like to see more!

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated (but reblogs are welcome).

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Wild Summer (Part 2)

She was sat at the table, surrounded by boring conversation that was quickly giving her a headache. It was a business brunch her father had insisted she attend; to present a united front, good old fashioned pretense of family values and all that. She didn't have much choice in the matter given that she'd completely skipped an important breakfast meeting the other day. To be fair, what she was doing instead was far more exciting. Or who she was doing, really.

Her mind went back to two days ago. To him. The flashbacks were so vivid and her body ran hot just at the memories.

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"Ready for round two?" She could feel him hard against her leg. They had been lazily making out for a while, recovering from their orgasms, all warm and comfy in each others arms. He hummed into her hair and let out a low groan when she started grinding on him. "Fuck, baby." She was insatiable and it was so fucking hot. He wanted to stay in this suite with her for an eternity.

She kissed him deep, biting down on his lower lip making him groan and land a slap on her ass that had her whimpering. "What'd I say about being a brat?" She bit her lip, looking at him with doe, hungry eyes and he had to stop himself from giving in. She pressed kisses against his neck and whispered in his ear. "I think you like it when I'm a brat... Daddy." She bit lightly on his ear and he couldn't stop the moan from leaving him. She was so right. He did like it. He loved it. But he wasn't going to tell her that.

Before she could process it he was flipping them over, her on her back underneath him. He kissed her; rough, sloppy and so fucking hot. She moaned into the kiss and he pulled back to look at her. He wrapped his hand around her neck and her eyes fluttered closed at the light touch. And then he squeezed and they snapped open, a traitorous whimper leaving her lips. He smirked and leaned in to kiss her again, biting at her lip and lightly putting more pressure on her neck.

She was dizzy with need. She needed more. Him. Everything. "Daddy..." she moaned out and he pulled back. "Hmm?" "Please..." she was restless under him. So needy she couldn't contain it. "Please what, angel?" She mewled at the pet name and pulled on him, trying to get him closer, needing him all over her. "Need you. Please, Rafe." He shuddered, his name leaving her lips had an effect on him he didn't understand. She could tell, every time she said it his response was immediate. She was using it to her advantage. "Rafe..." she moaned while looking into his eyes and he was a goner.

He smashed his lips against hers in a desperate kiss. Hands all over her body, drawing out moans and pants and whimpers from her as he explored her. He squeezed her ass harshly and she accidentally bit on his lip. He could taste blood. And before she could apologize, his eyes flashed with feral need and he was kissing her again. Rough. Desperate. So fucking hungry for her she couldn't breathe.

She could feel the metallic taste of his blood on her tongue and she licked at his lip causing a sting and a jolt of pleasure to run through him. She figured out he liked it, liked pain. To what extent she didn't know but it thrilled her and fueled her imagination. Until he wrapped his hand around her throat again and all thoughts escaped her. Only arousal remained. She was absolutely melting under him and he loved every second of it.

He pulled her legs around him, positioning himself at her entrance and she whined in anticipation. No foreplay needed, they were both so turned on already. He squeezed her neck and kissed her lips right as he pushed into her; hips meeting in rough thrusts. Her pussy so wet and warm and tight against him he cursed. She was a moaning mess. "Daddys" and curses and his name falling off her lips only working to spur him on.

She was in euphoria. He was rough with her and she loved it. His pace hard and relentless, chasing both their highs. His hand applying pressure to her neck, her breathing shallow, turned her on so much. His kisses were sloppy, and deep and desperate and she was absolute putty under him.

He was enjoying the way she clenched on his cock, the way she looked so pretty with his hand around her neck, the way her skin was flushed and damp from sweat, the way she was moaning against his lips - desperate little sounds full of pleasure. He was reaching his high quicker than he expected. But she was right there with him if her grip on his dick was anything to go by.

"You close, angel?" He groaned out and she opened her eyes to look at him. "Y-yes. So close, daddy. Please..." she trailed off in pure ecstasy, not able to do much more when he was fucking her so damn good. "You gonna cum on my dick?" She whined and tried nodding her head. He sped up his thrusts and tightened his grip on her throat until she was shaking under him. Her orgasm blinding her, not even able to hear her own screams from the pure pleasure that overtook her whole being.

But he was hearing her loud and clear, she was singing for him at the top of her lungs and he felt drunk on it. He wasn't far behind and he went to pull out but she tightened her legs around him, pulling him back in, balls deep. He couldn't help but let go, his orgasm rushing through him. He groaned loudly as he spilled deep inside her and it was the hardest he ever came in his life. She was squeezing around him, drawing every drop from him deep into her and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. This was heaven. It had to be. Nothing could compare.

He collapsed on top of her, squishing her and she moaned as his dick still twitched inside her. His head was buried in her neck, drawing oxygen into his lungs, breathing in her sweat soaked skin, mumbling praises into her not even aware of it.

She was spent, used up and so full of him she wanted to cry from the overwhelming pleasure of it. She'd never let anyone cum inside her before and she didn't know what possessed her to do it this time. She wanted it, she knew that. Wanted to feel all of him inside her. Wanted him to leave his mark on and in her. And while it was reckless and probably a bad idea all-together she couldn't bring herself to care. It felt so good having him so close, so deep, so completely that she couldn't care about anything else.

He felt the same way. He was so fucking turned on by what happened that his dick remained hard inside her. He didn't dare move, not wanting this moment to end. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him to her, making his chest burst with so many feelings he thought he might cry. He didn't understand any of it. How he could feel so close to her so fast, not even just physically. And it scared him. It really fucking scared him. But then she kissed his cheek and he relaxed. She was warmth and comfort and safety and softness and he just wanted to melt into her.

They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying being as close as two people can be. Basking in each other and their post orgasm highs. She groaned under him, his weight finally taking a toll and he pushed himself off of her in a panic. He was worried he'd hurt her but when she gave him a tired smile he let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Her hand reached out to cup his cheek and he subconsciously nuzzled into her sweet touch.

"You're so beautiful." Her words left him speechless, flustered and in awe. His eyes closed, pressing his forehead against hers in a gesture meant to comfort her but really, it was comforting him. She was running her fingers over his face and his hair and he let out little moans at her gentle touches. He had never been touched like that before. It felt so nice he never wanted it to stop. She leaned up connecting their lips in a kiss that knocked the breath out of both of them.

What the hell were they supposed to do now? This felt so real and raw and special. How were they supposed to just part ways in the morning? How would he survive it? Now that he knew what this felt like he feared he couldn't.

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"You haven't touched your food, honey." Her mother's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. The whole table was staring at her now and she wanted to scream. She hated being put on the spot like that. "I'm not that hungry, actually." She cleared her throat and gave her a small smile, taking another sip of her mimosa, trying to refrain from rolling her eyes as the conversation continued.

She thought she could relax as everyone at the table got back into their own worlds, ignoring her again. But just as she was finishing her glass she could feel eyes on her. She turned and saw the bartender staring at her, snapping his eyes away hurriedly to appear nonchalant. But she caught him. He was eyeing her when they came into the club too. He was hot. Sun bleached blonde hair messy on his head despite the fact that he clearly tried to tame it for work. Nice shoulders, decent height. She smirked as an idea popped into her head.

"I'm gonna get another drink. Excuse me." She smiled politely and got up from the table, glass in hand, and made her way to the bar. He looked up again and when he saw her coming his eyes got wide and he tried to appear busy. Like he didn't know he was caught red handed, ogling her, on the clock.

"I'll have another mimosa, thanks." She gave him an innocent smile and he nodded without a word reaching for her glass. Their fingers brushed when he took it from her and she could see him gulp. He was so affected already and she had to hold back a grin.

Now that she was closer she could see he was handsome. Rugged features, pretty eyes, nice hands, fingers adorned with rings. The uniform fit him perfectly, but she could tell it wasn't his normal style. The bow tie was loose and she figured it made him uncomfortable, not used to being dressed up. She wondered what he looked like outside of it. Well naked, too. But also what he'd look like off the clock. He seemed like a surfer bro. And then she was imagining him on the beach, muscles rippling, water droplets moving down his skin and - Her exceedingly dirty thoughts were interrupted when he pushed her drink in front of her, clearing his throat.

She snapped out of her daze, realizing she had been staring at him for a while. He was blushing and he couldn't meet her eye. Clearly he noticed her checking him out and he was flustered, not expecting it.

"What's your name?" His eyes snapped up to hers. He coughed, trying to gather himself to appear cool. She saw right through him. "JJ." She smiled and he bit down on his lip. She pushed a $20 to him and he took it, this time avoiding touching her. She smirked at that. He was so easy to rile. "When does your shift end, JJ?"

She swore he almost cracked his neck with how fast he turned to look at her. He wasn't expecting that either. Her question was clear with implication. He wasn't stupid, he knew what she meant.

"Not for another 4 hours." He spoke and his drawl made her run hot.

"Do you get a lunch break?" His breath caught in his throat. She was shameless. Flirting, propositioning him right in his place of work, with her family not 20 feet away. And hell if it didn't make his pants get tighter. "I do." His voice was low and raspy. She could feel the familiar burning in her pussy. She wanted him.

"Um, I can- I can take it early. 10 minutes?" His voice was hopeful and she gave him a big smile in turn. She could handle waiting that long. She grabbed his hand as he handed her the change and she leaned over the counter closer to him. "10 minutes. Don't make me wait longer." She whispered and his skin flushed. She was fucking trouble and he liked it. She left the change in his hand as she got up and left, not looking back once. She swayed her hips suggestively, knowing he was watching her as she made her way back to the table.

Her afternoon was finally looking up. Now she could stop thinking about Rafe and focus on the hot bartender instead. There was no better remedy for confusing feelings and relentless thoughts than a good old fashioned distraction. A carnal distraction, one that would prevent her from thinking at all and instead just feel pleasure. She didn't doubt he was experienced, even though he was flustered before. She couldn't wait to have him.

And just as she was starting to get lost in lustful thoughts about the blonde, she saw him. He was walking in from the terrace, wearing a pink polo and white shorts, golf glove on hand indicating he had just got off the course. And fuck her, he looked like a wet dream. Sweaty from the afternoon sun and playing the game of rich douchebags she was well familiar with. She never cared for golf or golfers but she would get down on her knees for this one. Would do so many things with this one. So many more things.

His eyes snapped up and met hers as if he could feel her there and his breath caught in his throat. She was so fucking pretty with her sundress and her hair up in a cute ponytail he wanted to just pull on. She flushed under his gaze, caught staring at him this time around. He smirked and sent a wink her way. His friends came in then, pulling him away before he could go to her. Which is what he really wanted. But he could see she was with her family and he wouldn't want to disturb her. Even though she looked ready to be anywhere else. He knew how frustrating those forced family/business meals were better than he liked to admit.

So he let his friends lead him to their table, giving her one last longing look. She broke their stare first and looked at her food. He frowned, wanting so badly to wrap her up in his arms and not let go, his friends and her family be damned. But she wasn't looking at him anymore and he stifled those instincts, taking a swig of the cold beer that had been placed in front of him.

It had been two whole days since they were together and he hasn't been able to stop thinking of her. Of that night. Or the morning after. To be fair when they woke it was well past noon. But still. He hoped to see her again but she wasn't at any of the kook parties going on and he was getting frustrated. Two days and his mind was constantly replaying everything that went down between them.

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He was buried deep inside her heat. Slowly moving his hips, hitting her g-spot with every torturous thrust. They were both tired and lazy but damn, this pace felt seriously amazing.

They had fallen asleep after their third round. She had climbed on top of him kissing his neck and grinding down on him until he finally cracked. And then he was moving her up and down on his cock while her boobs bounced in his face and he swore he was fucking addicted. The angle did wonders for her judging by her screams. She sang so high that her voice was raspy now. It was the hottest sound ever. Her legs shook and gave out when her orgasm hit her and she collapsed on top of him. He held her close and fucked her through it until he climaxed deep inside her for the second time. It was just as amazing as the first. Heaven on Earth.

After that they were both exhausted and they passed out cuddled together. But at some point during the night she could feel him hard against her back and she reacted. Well, her pussy reacted. And then she reacted and started grinding back against him until he woke up. And once he did and he saw how needy she was for his dick again he couldn't go back to sleep without giving it to her.

So for the fourth time that night his cock was moving inside her and for the fourth time that night she swore she was in heaven. She was laying on her side, one leg bent at the knee, with him fucking into her from behind. The pace was delicious and excruciating and so fucking perfect she wanted to scream. But she was too tired and her voice was broken from before. So she let out quiet whines and moans for him and he breathed in every single one, memorized them, basked in them.

This lazy sex was driving them both insane. It was feeding into his growing addiction for her and she was happy to help him drown in it. In her.

He buried his face into her hair, laid sweet kisses on the back of her neck, her shoulder, anywhere his lips could physically reach without moving too far. This pace was making him feel so much closer to her than before and it was fucking with his head. What is it about being gentle and tender that made emotions bubble up? It was inconvenient as hell.

It didn't take long for her to start clenching against him, cumming for him again. He followed right after, buried to the hilt, filling her up with his hot cum. She moaned at the feeling of it. He was mumbling curses and something that sounded like best pussy in the world and can't get enough, but she couldn't be sure because she was just as delirious.

They lay like that for a while. Him getting soft inside her and her cuddling closer into him, pulling his hand around her and entwining their fingers. She kissed his knuckles and he twitched inside her causing her to giggle. He responded with more kisses on her neck. Neither of them had any desire to separate so they didn't. They stayed like that as they fell asleep, as close as they could physically be. And it felt so right.

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He was staring at her. She could feel it, his gaze leaving a hot trail on her skin. But she didn't look up. She couldn't.

This was the last thing she needed right now. Just as she was about ready to forget and move on, to get out of her slump full of infuriating feelings, he shows up. He shows up and he won't stop looking at her.

Her mind went back to that morning.

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There was a loud, annoying noise coming from somewhere close by and she wanted to cry. She was so tired she could barely move, her throat and mouth dry and her eyes seemingly unwilling to blink open. She heard grunting behind her and a pair of arms pulled her closer into a warm body. First she was shocked, confused, and then the events of last night flooded to the forefront of her mind.

The infuriating sound just kept on coming. It took severe will power to finally open her eyes. The room was dark, the only light coming from her phone. Someone was calling her. She wanted to scream.

Rafe grumbled behind her, screwing his eyes shut, trying so hard to keep hold of the much needed sleep that was slipping from him with every second that phone kept ringing. "Turn it off." He whined in her ear and she rolled her eyes, pushing him off her to pull herself up to reach for her phone. As soon as she saw the screen she cursed under her breath. 3 missed calls, 12 messages. The time read 10:47 am. She missed it. By the time her finger moved to swipe to take the call it disconnected.

Blessed silence. Her ears were no longer in pain. She could hear Rafe sigh in relief and she agreed with the sentiment. She fired a quick text to her parents, apologizing for not answering sooner and excusing herself. She was already late, what was the point of rushing, now? She was already going to get bitched at, might as well skip the whole thing.

She made up an excuse of not feeling well and staying in her room. She knew she'd have to make it up to them or she'd never hear the end of it. But that was a problem for another time. Right now all she wanted was to lay back down and sleep for a week straight. Rafe seemed to have the same idea cause he buried his face in his pillow and within seconds she could hear his soft snores. Her mouth quirked up at how cute the whole thing was. But then she yawned and decided to join him in dream land. She turned her phone off, flopped back on the bed making herself comfortable, pulling the sheet over both of them and falling asleep.

It was well past 1 pm when they woke up again. They weren't sure who stirred first but they both ended up blinking their eyes open at the same time. The were facing each other, having shifted positions in their sleep. When his eyes finally came into focus and he saw her the smile that lit up his sleepy face was a sight she would never forget.

She tried stretching but the aftermath of last night was starting to catch up to her and she groaned. His brow furrowed at the sound, his hand pushing a strand of hair behind her ear gently. "Hi." She whispered, voice gravelly. He ran his fingers over her cheek softly in a comforting caress. "Hi, angel." His morning voice went straight to her core and she wanted to curse herself for being so weak and him for being so fucking sexy.

She was sure she looked a mess after last night. She really needed a shower and some water. His hand made its way down her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm, until he reached hers and pulled it to his lips. He laid a sweet kiss on her palm and she wanted to melt. How was he so perfect? Why was he doing this? Making her feel all of these things? It was confusing and frustrating.

He was looking at her in a way that caused nervous and excited butterflies to erupt in her belly. Like he'd get down on his knees and ask her to be his forever. And this caused panic to bubble up in her chest.

She knew he wasn't going to do that, obviously. But they were treading dangerous waters and she wasn't quite ready to drown in him. In them. In anything like that. She was here for a few weeks and then she'd go back home, back to college and he'd stay here or go somewhere else and their paths wouldn't cross again. Getting close would be colossally stupid when there was no viable option of them actually being a them. Not that she wanted to be a them. She didn't. All she wanted was some good, uncomplicated fun before she had to go back to her life. She didn't need complications. She didn't want feelings. She couldn't let herself get attached to a summer fling.

She needed to cut ties while it was still possible for them both to get out of it with hearts unscathed. Or maybe it was just her, she couldn't really know what he was feeling. Either way it was best to keep their distance from now on.

Just as she was about to open her mouth and voice her opinion he was closing the distance between them. His kiss was soft and familiar; as if he'd done this before. As if he'd woken up next to her and kissed her to start the day a thousand times before. As if he'd do it a thousand times again.

His kiss weakened her resolve so effortlessly, so rapidly. Why not just a little more? Just one more kiss. One more touch. One more taste. Why not one more? Just one more. To say goodbye before they part ways.

"Wanna shower?" She whispered against his lips and he grinned, kissing her again with more fervor. She giggled into the kiss and let him pull her up on shaky legs. She blushed at the way her body was betraying her exhaustion but he just smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He picked her up, legs wrapping around him, arms around his neck, face to face. And then he kissed her. And she was glad he was holding her or her legs definitely would have given out.

He pulled back smiling and she buried her head in his neck to hide the furious blush and the giddy smile she couldn't stop. He didn't mind her wrapping herself around him, in fact it made him feel all fluttery inside.

He walked them to the bathroom and sat her on the counter while he worked on getting the water the right temperature. She watched him move, effortless as if he wasn't also sore from last night. But he was. His muscles ached and he had to hold back a groan when he leaned over and his back protested. But damned if he was going to let her know that. She was far worse for wear and he knew it. And he was determined to take care of her.

He could feel her eyes on him and he was hiding his blush. She was taking him in. Naked body, muscles working as he moved - he was so beautiful. She got down on wobbly legs and took a step towards him wrapping her arms around him from behind. He froze for a second, thrown by the touch. But then she nuzzled her face into his back and kissed his skin and he melted right into her.

"You're beautiful." She murmured into his back and he could feel tears gather in his eyes. The soft touch, the safe embrace, the gentle kisses and her words overwhelming him.

She wasn't thinking about what she was doing. She was just lost in the moment, in him. She gently pulled on him until he turned around and once he did she pulled him down and kissed him like she meant it. Like she never wanted to stop. He could feel himself become putty in her arms and he didn't mind it one bit.

She wrapped herself around him, holding him close, deepening the kiss. She bit on his bottom lip drawing a groan from him. He picked her up again, wrapping her legs around his hips, squeezing her ass as she moaned into the kiss. He stepped into the shower pressing her back against the tiled wall. The cold from the tiles sent a shiver down her spine, his lips on her neck igniting a fire in her belly. It was a delicious combination. She couldn't get enough of him.

Despite her sore and tired body, she ground herself against his hard cock, letting him know what she wanted. He moaned into her skin and bit down making her gasp. "Careful. If you keep that up I'm not gonna be able to stop." He warned and she licked at his collar bone, grazing her teeth against his skin, driving him mad. "I don't want you to stop." He groaned out a curse when she rubbed against him again.

He pushed her back against the wall, holding her up by her ass. He kissed her while his fingers dipped between their bodies, touching her heat. She was already wet and ready for him and his eyes rolled back. She was fucking ruining him. Ache in his body long forgotten, he positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing her pussy, teasing her. She was impatiently mewling until he finally sank her down onto his cock and then she was singing for him all over again.

He set the pace, bodies working together, bringing each other pleasure again. He was working up a sweat, the position a little awkward but she felt so damn good he would never complain. Her moans were music to his ears. He started fucking her faster, her moans getting louder, voice broken but oh so delicious. He pressed his forehead into her chest as he worked her closer to the edge. She was clenching down on him, nails pressing into his shoulders, marking him. He didn't mind.

It didn't take long for her to start clenching around him and he reached down to rub her clit. "Go on, angel. Cum for me." And she did. He fucked her through her orgasm, her walls squeezing him so tightly he couldn't contain himself for long. "Daddy!" That was all it took for him to spill his seed deep inside her, falling off the edge of his climax.

They were both panting, he was so tired he was barely keeping her upright. She noticed and climbed off of him, leaning back against the wall. His hands were placed by her head, his face pressed into her shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

"Fuuuck..." he groaned into her skin and she giggled. He turned his head to look up at her with a quirk in his brow. She was still giggling and he couldn't stop his own laugh joining her. He pressed small kisses into her shoulders while both their lungs recovered. Her eyes closed, completely at ease. He felt so fucking lucky to get to see her like this.

After a while she opened her eyes to see him staring at her. She scoffed. "What?" He just smiled. "You're so beautiful." She blushed and dove under the shower, hoping the water would cool her red cheeks. It didn't take two seconds before he was joining her, wrapping his arms around her from behind this time. He kept kissing her shoulders softly while she grabbed some shampoo for them.

She turned in his arms and pressed a bubbly finger to his nose and laughed at his confused face. "Seriously?" He asked wiping at his nose and she giggled in response. He wasn't mad, she could tell by the twitch in his lip. He was keeping in a smile. She leaned up and pecked him on the lips before pulling away and lathering shampoo on herself. He just watched her for a while. She could feel his eyes on her but she didn't know what to say. She just squeezed more shampoo onto her palm and started rubbing it on his skin.

He let her move him around how she wanted, enjoying the feel of her hands on him, the look of concentration on her face as she made sure to soap up every part of him. When she caught him staring he blushed crimson and moved to help her. Silence enveloped them. They were content there. Just taking care of each other, washing each others bodies and hair. A few stolen pecks here and there. It was such an intimate and wonderful moment, neither wanted it to end.

But of course water ran cold and they needed to get out of the shower. Out of their little bubble. Into the real world.

As they dried themselves off her mind was back on high alert. She forgot herself. She let herself get lost in him like a fool. She really, really needed to put an end to this. Whatever this was. Her conviction from earlier returned. And even though it was the last thing she wanted to do she knew she had to say goodbye to him.

They were back in the room, getting dressed in silence. He could tell her mood had changed and he didn't know what to say. He didn't want to leave like that, with some weird tension hanging over them. She had told him last night that this was a one time thing. She made that clear. He knew that. But after what passed between them last night and this morning it just felt different. And she had to have felt it too. It can't have just been him. Not when it felt so intense and wonderful and real. So real.

But her walls were up, he could see it. And his heart clenched because he didn't want this to be the end for them. Didn't want to pretend like last night hadn't changed everything. Like she hadn't changed everything. He didn't want to go back to being strangers in the night, a one night stand, a fun fuck and then move on. He didn't think he could do that anymore. He wanted to stay with her: wanted to keep kissing her, wanted to hold her, wanted to hear her talk about her life, wanted to know everything, wanted to watch her smile and hear her laugh and feel her touch. He wanted everything. Everything her.

When they were dressed he stepped towards her and reached for her but she pulled away. He could feel his heart break. He felt shattered in that moment and he only had himself to blame.

She saw the hurt in his eyes and she wanted to cry. It was her causing it. She never wanted this. Any of it. This connection they shared shifted her whole world in less than a day and she didn't know how to cope. Didn't know how to behave. She wanted to hug him, hold him close, say she's sorry, ask him not to leave. But she couldn't. She needed to be strong. For both of their sakes.

"That was fun." She said the one thing she knew would hurt him more, despite not wanting to. It was a dismissal. His jaw clenched and his eyes fell to the ground. He didn't speak, couldn't. He just wanted to disappear. He nodded his head and reached for the rest of his stuff. He needed to get out of there before he started crying in front of her. He didn't know why this was hitting him so hard. He'd been in situations like this many times before. He never wanted to stay the way he had this time. But nothing ever felt quite like what he felt with her. And it stung. A lot.

He wanted to speak up. Tell her how he felt, what he wanted. But he didn't think she'd want to hear it and he didn't even know how to verbalize it. So he picked up every remnant of him from her room and walked out the door with a quiet "Bye".

As soon as the door closed behind him the tears fell. She was full on sobbing over a man she didn't even know. She wanted to go after him, wanted him to come back. But she didn't. And he didn't. They were both stubborn like that. A recipe for disaster. And they were paying the price.

****

She forced herself out of the memory and chugged down her drink in one go. She could still feel the sting in her chest from him walking away, still hear her own sobs as she cried into her pillow. That is exactly why she needed to stop thinking. Because all her thoughts led to him and it brought guilt and shame and pain, and she hated it. She hated herself for hurting him, for hurting both of them. But she knew it was the right call. She just didn't expect to see him here, right now. Wasn't prepared to deal with his stare, those eyes, his smile or his longing looks. It was all too much for her. She wanted to throw up or run away or evaporate into thin air. It was agony and she wanted it to stop.

Then she felt another pair of eyes on her and she turned to see the bartender nodding at her. He made his way into a hallway leading to the back rooms and she took a deep breath. This was good. This was what she wanted. This was exactly what she needed to snap herself out of this slump and reboot her brain and body.

So what if he was here? It's not like she owed him anything. She really didn't. Even though her heart clenched at the though. This was good. This was going to help her forget and move on.

So she grabbed her purse and quickly excused herself claiming she had to use the ladies' room. She glanced up at his table and he had turned, looking at his friend who was animatedly telling him something. She took her chance and slipped away quickly, following the route the blonde boy took.

He was leaning against a wall, next to an open door, hands in his pockets, waiting on her. He smiled when he saw her and stood up straight, taking a step to meet her. "Hey, princess." He gave her an adorable smirk and she could feel her stomach flutter. This was good. This was what she needed. He was what she needed.

She took charge, pushing him through the open door by his chest. It was some kind of supply room. She didn't care. She kicked the door closed and turned the lock. He was staring at her, breath heavy in anticipation. She could see the bulge in his pants and she smirked. She stepped closer, close enough that their chests were touching. He was blushing, she could feel his heart racing.

"I want you to fuck me so hard I forget my own name. Can you do that?" He gulped at her question, her words igniting a fire inside of him.

He could tell she was aching for a distraction over something. He wouldn't judge, he'd done the same thing plenty of times. So he nodded his head and grabbed her face in his hands, crashing his lips against hers.

"Your wish is my command, princess." He whispered against her lips and she sighed in pleasure as his mouth made it's way down her neck. This was good. This was what she needed.

****

Rafe was getting antsy. He had looked away for a moment, Topper distracting him, and when he looked back she was gone. He swore it was a second but she disappeared as if she was waiting for him to blink so she could run. He didn't know she was running, of course. She could have just gone to the bathroom, or maybe she left because she was bored. But something told him she was avoiding him and that ache in his chest came back.

****

After he left her suite he moved on autopilot; he didn't know how he got into his car or how long he had been driving afterwards. He wasn't really paying attention. Just... numb. He kind of floated through the day, doing everything he usually does but it was as if he wasn't even present in his own body. If anyone noticed they said nothing.

It wasn't until that night when he was in his bed, alone in the dark, that the reality hit him. Tears fell. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried. He had to have at some point, but he couldn't recall it. It was odd. He wasn't used to letting himself feel things like that, wasn't used to letting himself get attached to anyone, to hope. But last night he did. He did all of those things and they completely fucked him up. She fucked him up.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. About how much he wished he had stayed, that he fought for her. He wasn't even sure if there was anything to fight for, given how coolly she dismissed him earlier but he felt like there was. He felt like a coward for not speaking up, telling her the truth - how he felt. Giving her a chance to tell him to go fuck himself or tell him she feels it too. He couldn't decide which was more terrifying. He didn't know what to do about everything he was feeling. So he cried into his pillow through the night.

The next morning he was a mess. All he really wanted was to be with her, next to her, to see her, feel her, smell her. He decided he didn't like the way they left things. He decided he was going to find her and try to talk to her. To tell her how she knocked his world upside down. That she turned his heart inside out. That he never needed anything in his life, more than he needed her. He decided. And if she didn't feel the same, if she called him an asshole and rejected him... well it would hurt like a bitch. But he couldn't just sit back and forget her. Not when he felt this ache in his chest all the time. He needed to at least try.

So he went to the beach, hoping to run into her. And he drove by her hotel so many times, thinking he might catch a glimpse of her. And he went to a party hoping she might be there. But she wasn't. He would have called but he didn't have her number. He didn't know her last name, so he couldn't look her up online either. He was losing his goddamn mind. He had to stop himself from staking out the hotel until she showed, realizing how fucked up and creepy that would be. So he went home that night, stressed and amped-up, anxious to see her again. He figured he'd try again tomorrow. Maybe he'd run into her tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow was going to be a better day.

****

And he did see her. He saw her and all those feelings were about ready to burst from his chest. And then she ignored him. And fine, he could wait it out. Except she disappeared and she wasn't coming back. It had been 25 minutes and she still wasn't back.

Her family was still at the table, chatting away unbothered by her absence while he wanted to go over there and shake them into worrying like he was. Maybe she left brunch. Maybe she went back to the hotel. Maybe something happened to her. Maybe she was in trouble. Maybe he should go look for her. Maybe-

And then he saw her. She walked back to the table and sat down, like nothing had even happened. But it had. He could see it. He knew what she looked like after sex, how could he forget? Her hair was messed up, she tried to fix it but he noticed. Her lips were swollen and he noticed. There was a flush to her cheeks and a sheen of sweat coating her body and he fucking noticed.

And if he thought this couldn't hurt any worse he noticed something else too. He noticed JJ fucking Maybank, making his way back from the same damn hallway, with the same messed up look she had on.

He felt sick. Physically sick, like he was going to throw up into his plate. She fucked him. She fucked that pogue right there, with both him and her family in the next room. She fucked him knowing he would notice. She wasn't stupid and she knew he wasn't either. She knew he'd see it and she did it anyway.

The hurt turned into white hot anger. He couldn't stop looking back from her to Maybank at the bar, all flushed cheeks and a smile on his face that he wanted to punch so badly. He wanted to go up to her and drag her out by her hair and fuck her until that pogue's smell was no longer on her. Make her scream for him again, make her forget about Maybank and anyone else she might have fucked in the past two days. Make her realize he was the only one who could make her feel as good as he had that night. Make her fucking see that she didn't need anyone else. And he didn't either. He just needed her. And he'd make her see she just needed him too. Only him. No one else. He would make sure of it.

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— summary: rafe cameron falls for the preachers daughter.

— warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, hand riding for like a second, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), soft!dom!rafe, innocent!naïve!reader, i think that’s it.

— note: this request was amazing. i love love rafe & innocent!reader, it makes me feel some type of way 🥹 this is kind of a long one, enjoy<3 likes, comments and reblogs are SO appreciated!!

❥ preachers daughter— r.c

Rafe wasn’t sure when his obsession with her started, all he knew was that he wanted her, wanted to ruin her.

He remembers the first time he had ever saw her, it was an early Sunday morning, his father had decided to drag him to Sunday morning service, something Rafe had never imagined himself going to…

… But man, was he glad he did.

He remembered every small detail about her from that morning. She was wearing a long green, floral dress that fell well past her knees, she had a white sweater pulled over her upper half, and a pair of beige strappy heels. Her hair had been done in loose curls, a soft white bow tying it up into a low ponytail, making Rafe blush at the innocence that emitted from her.

The smile that graced her beautiful lips had made Rafe grow painfully hard, having to excuse himself to the restroom to readjust himself.

Rafe had pushed her into the back of his mind though, knowing that a woman like her would never be with a man like him.

She was his polar opposite; pure, kind, without any obvious flaws. Whereas Rafe was impure, violent, and covered in issues from head to toe.. You could thank his father for that.

Rafe knew he didn’t stand a chance, so why, and when, did his obsession with her begin? Why had he caught himself following her around town, watching her every move? Why had he found a way to place a tracking device on her car, his possessive need to know where she was at all times pushing him to do such a crazy thing.

Why had he found himself beating the shit out of any man he’d seen talk to her? Why did he care so much? She didn’t even know he existed, yet, he found himself quite literally stalking her, obsessing over her, vowing to himself that he would protect her at any and all cost.

Rafe had continued following her for months before he had finally decided to make his move on her. He’d quickly picked up on her schedule, learned all of her favorite places to shop, eat, where she loved to do her Bible studies.

After six months of constantly following her and learning all he needed to know about her, he had decided it was finally time for him to make his move, make her his.

He was parked outside of the small coffee shop she frequented regularly, watching as she sat at a table, flipping through the pages of her notebook, taking small sips of her coffee order.

He loved that she was completely oblivious of the man who had been watching her for months, in his mind it proved that she did need him in her life, she needed him to take care of her, protect her, teach her to be more aware of her surroundings.

Rafe’s head snaps up when he sees her stand from her spot, gathering her books and pens, pushing her chair in and making her way to the front door.

He quickly hops from his truck, rushing across the street, his plan to make a move being set in motion.

She pushes the door to the coffee shop open, her head hung low as she stepped through the threshold, making it easy for Rafe to step in her way, lightly bumping her and causing her head to snap up.

“Oh, i’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention”

Her face is flushed red, her voice soft, angelic.

The corners of Rafe’s lips quirk up slightly, a small smile on his face as he looks down at her small figure.

“Not a problem, I should have said something. I’m Rafe, and you are?”

He extends his hand out for her to take, to which she quickly complies, placing her small hand in his.

He places a soft kiss to the back of her hand, her breath catching in her throat at the action. She wasn’t sure what to think of the man in front of her, she’d never been greeted like that by anyone.

“I-I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you, Rafe”

“Y/L/N? As in Pastor Y/L/N?” Rafe asks, his eyebrow quirked up as he played his part well.

She smiles, her eyes sparkling at the mention of her father. He attends her church? Why had she never seen him before now?

“Yeah, that’s my dad! You go to our church?”

Rafe chuckles, an amused smirk laid on his lips, “Yeah, sometimes. My dad started making me go a few months ago, i’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before now”

He feels himself growing painfully hard when he hears the angelic laugh that falls from her pretty mouth, her eyes lit up as she carefully pushes a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Church not really your thing?” She asks, her lower lip brought between her teeth as she smiled up at him.

“Not really, but hey, your father sure knows how to get you into it huh?”

She shifts herself on her feet, readjusting her books in her hands, “Yeah he’s great, he loves what he does”

Rafe notices the large books in her arms, how she continues to shift and adjust them. “Want me to grab those for you?”

She glances down at the books in her arms, and back up at Rafe, his bright blue eyes making butterflies erupt in her stomach, “Uh, sure. Thanks” She smiles, handing him the books and looking toward the ground.

“You wanna ride home?”

She pauses for a moment, her mind drawing a blank as her palms became clammy. Why she was so nervous? She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was because he was making her feel things she knew was wrong, maybe it was because she knew better than to get involved with a man without her father’s permission, but something about him made her want to take the risk, break her own rules.

“Sure, that’d be nice. Thank you”

And just like that, Rafe’s plan was falling into place. He had gotten her attention, gotten her to trust him so easily. He loved how naïve she was, how innocent she was, and as much as he’d love to take it slow with her, he felt he’d taken it slow enough, waiting, watching, protecting her for months, even if she didn’t know it.

He had to have a taste of her, had to break her of her innocence, and he needed to do it now. He needed her to be his, and only his.

Everything had began moving quickly, Rafe had driven her to his house instead of hers, his lips finding hers in an instant, pulling her from the passenger seat and into his lap.

She was unconsciously grinding herself over his bulge, her hands running over his buzzed hair, his hands tightly gripping at her hips as his tongue explored her mouth.

Her breathing was ragged, hands trembling as she continued pressing herself into him. She wasn’t sure what she was doing or why, it was wrong, so wrong, but it felt so right.

“Rafe” she tries to speak, her words being swallowed by him. He presses his hand flat against her lower back, pushing her further into him as he continues his assault on her mouth.

She plants her palms on his chest, pushing herself back, her back pressed firmly against his steering wheel.

She runs a hand through her hair, her eyes slightly welled up with tears as she tries to calm her breathing.

“This- This is wrong. We don’t even know each other, we- I’m not supposed to have sex until I’m married, I can’t- We can’t-“

Rafe shushes her softly, his thumb running across her bottom lip as his blue eyes burn into her, “Shh, Shh. It’s okay, angel. There’s nothing wrong with this, trust me?”

She sighs, resting her head on his chest, the tears that had fallen from her eyes soaking the fabric of his shirt.

“I-I trust you, but- But this isn’t right, Rafe”

Rafe runs his hand down her side, placing it on her clothed thigh and squeezing lightly, pulling a small squeal from her lips.

“What isn’t right about it? I can teach you things, make you feel things, I promise you’ll love it”

Rafe had his mind set, he was prepared to break her, and he didn’t want to wait any longer. He knew a girl like her, so innocent, so naïve, was bound to break under the pressure.

He could tell she was curious, curious as to what it felt like to be touched by a man, to give her full self to someone, and he wanted to be that person, he needed to be that person.

He was in too deep with her, too obsessed with her. The way she looked, how angelic her voice was, the way she looked wearing clothes that hid even the most innocent parts of her body from the world. He needed her to be his, she would be his.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s go upstairs, and I promise i’ll take good care of you. Do you trust me?”

She brings her bottom lip between her teeth, an action that was so innocent to her, but it drove Rafe crazy. He could feel the blood rush to his cock, making him grow uncomfortably hard beneath the fabric of his jeans.

She gasped when she felt his hard-on pressed into her thigh, an amused smirk playing at Rafe’s lips. “You feel that? That’s what you do to me, you’re so beautiful, let me show you just how beautiful you are. You deserve to be touched, to be made feel good. Don’t you want that?”

A simple “okay” was all she could manage to breathe out, her breath hitching in her throat when she felt him place his hands on her ass, gripping at it tightly.

“Okay what sweetheart? I need you to tell me what you want”

“I-I want you to touch me” She says softly, her voice so low it was almost a whisper, but Rafe had heard her clearly.

He quickly shoves his car door open, his free hand gripping tightly below her ass, keeping her tightly wrapped around his torso.

He gently sets her down onto her feet, shutting the truck door and grabbing her hand, pulling her to the front door of his house.

Rafe wastes no time, pulling her inside and locking the front door and dragging her to the spiral staircase that led upstairs.

Once they reached the top he pulls her into his room, shutting and locking the door. His lips instantly find hers again, the feeling of her lips against his pulling a groan from him. Her lips felt like home to him, warm, and safe- Something Rafe had never felt in his entire life.

He wraps his arms around her waist, his lips consuming hers as he pushes her back flush into his bedroom wall. He runs a hand up her side, his fingers pushing the hem of her shirt up, exposing just the slightest bit of flesh to him. He lightly grazes his fingers up the length of her side, his fingertips finding her bra.

He unclasps it in record time, running a hand up her arm and sliding one strap down her shoulder, moving to the other side and copying his actions until the flimsy fabric fell down her chest and onto his bedroom floor.

He pulls his lips from hers, his deep blue gaze on her face. He burns the image of her current state into his mind, her lips swollen and slightly parted, her chest heaving up and down as she tries to steady her breathing. He loved that he was the one who’d made her like this, loved that he was the one who had her craving more of his touch.

“You wanna take your shirt off princess?” He asks her softly, his thumb swiping across her bottom lip, his other arm still tightly wrapped around her waist.

“Y-Yes”

Rafe grins, pulling his arm from her waist and watching as she brings her hands down to the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her cheeks instantly turn a bright shade of pink, her arms flying across her chest to cover herself from him.

He lifts his hands, placing them gently on her arms and pulling them down. “No don’t hide princess, you want me to see you. And you’re so beautiful”

She nods her head slowly, letting her arms fall to her sides. She felt her entire body heat up under Rafe’s stare, his eyes erratically scanning across her chest.

He swipes his tongue across his bottom lip, bringing his hands up to softly cup her bare breasts in his palms.

“Such a pretty girl, aren’t you?”

He begins softly massaging her breasts in his hands, his fingers finding her nipples, pinching and pulling at them. He loved the expression that took over her face when he began playing with her sensitive buds, her lips parted, eyes squeezed shut as she panted.

“Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”

“Y-Yes. Feels- Feels so good, Rafe”

Rafe hums in appreciation, dipping his head down to lick a stripe across both her breasts. She gasps loudly, her head falling back against the wall when he wraps his lips around one of the buds, sucking on it lightly before switching to the other side.

Her hands fly to the back of his head, nails lightly scratching through his buzzed hair. She lets soft moans fall from her lips, and Rafe swore he’d never heard anything so beautiful, so angelic. She was going to be the death of him.

He lets his hands fall, finding her waist and lightly tapping at her thigh, “Jump” he instructs, and she’s quick to obey, straddling him instantly.

Rafe carries her to his bed, letting her fall onto the soft mattress with a soft thud.

He climbs himself on top of her, his arms caging her into the bed. He steadies himself with one hand flat on the mattress, his free hand running up her side, a trail of goosebumps left behind on her skin from his fingertips. He cups her cheek softly, lightly rubbing his thumb across it.

“You want me to take your jeans off? Make you feel good?” Rafe asks, but he gives her no time to answer, his hand being removed from her cheek and finding the button on her jeans.

He swiftly undoes the button, pulling her zipper down slowly before he begins sliding the denim fabric down her legs.

Rafe sucks in a sharp breath when he sees her lacy white panties, an innocent girl like her wearing something like this?

“Fuck”

She blushes at his vulgar words, her breathing shaky as his fingers play with the waistband of her panties.

She lets out a shaky breath when his fingers push down into the front of her underwear, his fingers brushing against her clit, making her hips buck forward from the sensation.

“Rafe” She breathes out, her fingers tightly gripping at his bedding.

“You okay sweetheart?”

“We- We shouldn’t, oh!”

She tries to protest, tries to keep her faith and do as she knows she’s supposed to, but Rafe wasn’t having it. He runs his middle finger through her slick folds, pulling his hand from inside her panties and shoving the digit in his mouth.

He hums in appreciation, the taste of her on his tongue making the blood rush to his already painfully hard and throbbing cock.

“You’re so wet, so sweet. You know this is what you want, isn’t it baby?”

She feels the tears welling up in her eyes, letting a few stray tears fall. Did she want this? She didn’t understand what she was feeling, why she was aroused. She’d never felt like this before. Rafe had her mind racing, she did want this, she knew it was wrong, knew her father would be so disappointed in her, but why deny herself of this feeling when it felt right? Felt good.

She nods her head in response, pulling a small smile from Rafe’s lips. He tugs at her panties, pulling them down her legs and shoving them into the back pocket of his jeans.

He cups her bare cunt, his palm pressing firmly against her clit, making her whimper and squirm beneath his touch.

“You can move baby, make yourself feel good”

She whimpers, moving her hips and grinding herself against his hand. Rafe takes his free hand, his ringed fingers pressing into her thigh as he held her open for him. He removes his hand from her pussy, running a finger through her slick again, gathering her arousal on the digit before he slowly pushes it into her.

“Oh, Oh God!” She cries out, her back arching off the bed, pushing his finger further into her.

“God isn’t here sweetheart, it’s just you and me”

He begins slowly pushing his finger in and out of her soaked core, her velvety walls clenching around his finger. He curls his finger, hitting a spot inside her that had her toes curling.

“I-I, Oh Rafe”

Rafe smirks, adding another finger inside her. He quickens his pace, pushing them in and out harshly. She’s a whimpering mess, her orgasm so close he could feel it from how she was clenching around him.

“You can cum, it’s okay sweetheart, let it out”

She feels a burn between her legs, her belly growing tight as a feeling she’d never felt washes over her. She’s trembling beneath him, legs shaking, fists tightly wrapped around the fabric of his blanket as Rafe helped fuck her through her high.

When he pulls his fingers from her she lets out a small whimper, her body laying limp on his mattress, chest heaving up and down as she comes down from her orgasm.

“See that wasn’t so bad was it?” Rafe asks.

She sucks in a shaky breath, shaking her head. “N-No. Not bad. I’ve never… You know..”

Rafe quirks an eyebrow up at her, that damned amused smirk on his lips. “You’ve never had an orgasm before? I knew that sweetheart”

She hides her face in her hands, body heating up from embarrassment.

Rafe’s hands fly to hers, slowly pulling them down, his free hand rubbing softly across her cheek.

“Don’t hide, it’s okay. I want to teach you, I want you to feel comfortable with me, don’t you feel comfortable with me baby?”

She lets out a deep sigh, “Yes, I-I’m comfortable”

He grins, satisfied that he’d gotten her comfortable with him. He sits himself up on his knees, undoing his belt and tossing it to the floor.

“Do you wanna make me feel good sweet girl?”

She bites at her bottom lip, watching as he undoes the button on his pants followed by his zipper, the fabric sliding down his legs and leaving him in nothing but his underwear and his polo.

“Yes, I wanna make you feel good, teach me?”

Rafe brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb sliding across her bottom lip, sliding the digit past her parted lips.

She wraps her lips around his thumb, giving it a light suck, a raspy groan falling from Rafe at the feeling.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful, gonna be such a good girl f’me, make me feel good, yeah?”

He pulls his thumb from her lips, sliding his briefs down his legs, his erection springing free and slapping just below his belly button. He notices the wide eyed expression on her face, her lips parted in a small ‘o’ as she stared at him.

“It’s okay baby, don’t be scared”

Rafe firmly grasps at his cock, pumping at it slowly, his free hand coming to the back of her head as he helped guide her down. “Put your lips on it baby, I got you”

She does as he says, her lips wrapping around the head first lightly sucking at his swollen tip. Rafe’s grip tightens in her hair, his hips bucking forward.

“Good girl, swirl your tongue around it a little, pretend it’s a popsicle or a lollipop”

She obeys, swirling her tongue around him, the precum that leaked from his tip making its way onto her tongue. She hums around him, the salty taste making her grow wet again.

Rafe slowly pushes himself further into her mouth, his breathing erratic as she takes him fully.

Her teeth graze at his shaft, making him jump back from the pain. “No teeth baby, hollow your cheeks and just move your head up and down slowly”

Her cheeks hollow, her head moving slowly up and down his length, small gags and whimpers falling from her with each push and pull, his head hitting the back of her throat with each push.

Rafe inhales deeply through his nose, his head thrown back in pleasure as she continues to suck and lick every last inch of him.

“Such a good fucking girl”

She feels herself grow wet from his praise, the ache between her thighs back, the craving for more of his touch growing with each passing second.

He tightly grips her hair when he feels himself twitching inside her mouth, pulling her off of him, her cheeks and chin stained with drool.

“Wanna cum inside you, do you want that? Want me to fill your pretty pussy up with my cum?”

She nods her head slowly, laying herself back and spreading her legs for him.

Rafe smiles widely, the innocence that once radiated from her now gone, and all because of him.

He pulls his polo over his head, discarding it on the floor and leaning himself down. He uses one hand to steady himself up, his other hand pumping at his cock and lining himself with her slick entrance.

“Gonna go slow okay? If it hurts, let me know and i’ll let you take a minute to breathe”

She opens her mouth to speak but nothing comes out except a small whine, the feel of his fat head pushing into her small hole sending a burn through her legs.

Rafe softly shushes her, “Shhh, it’s okay i’m gonna take care of you, alright?”

She blinks away her tears, nodding her head and sucking in a sharp breath. Rafe slowly pushes himself in more, using one hand to lightly stroke her cheek, trying to help her calm her breathing.

He pushes himself inside her fully, stilling his movements and trying to let her adjust to his size. She lets out a soft breath, her hands flying to his shoulders, fingernails digging into the flesh.

“Can I move princess?”

“Yes, please”

Rafe begins to slowly thrust himself inside her, small moans and whimpers falling from her as she begins to rock her hips with his.

“You’re doing so good, my good girl”

She’s a whining mess, the pain replaced with pleasure making her toes curl, her head thrown back into the pillows as she focuses on the feel of each push and pull Rafe makes.

“Not gonna last long with you squeezin’ me like that sweetheart, you feel yourself squeezin’ me? Your pussy begging to be filled with my cum”

She lets out a whine, her bottom lip harshly brought between her teeth as she felt her second orgasm approaching.

“I-I think i’m close” she cries out, her hips bucking up and meeting each of his thrusts.

“Let go for me angel, i’m right behind you”

She clamps down around him, squeezing him tightly and sucking him further into her. His head repeatedly hits at her sweet spot, making her a whimpering, moaning mess.

“Gonna fill you up, give you my babies, don’t you want that baby?”

“Yes! Want you babies, wanna be a mama, please please”

She screams out a moan, her release bursting from her. She was trembling, tears staining her cheeks as Rafe fucked her through her high.

Rafe feels his thrusts grow sloppy, his hips stuttering as he twitches inside her. He pushes himself to the hilt, stilling inside her as the hot ropes of his release spill inside of her.

He lets his head dip down, his face falling into the crook of her neck, his lips attacking the skin with hot kisses.

He pulls himself from inside her, rolling onto his side and wrapping his arms around her. He pulls her further into his body, snuggling further into her and breathing in her scent.

“I’m so happy you’re mine now, all mine”

She smiles softly, her eyes drooping as she begins to breathe softly, sleep taking over her.

She wasn’t sure what she would tell her father, or how this would change her life, but she didn’t care. All that mattered to her now was the man who had just completely changed her life, and how she was his, and he was hers.

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cal-flakes · 10 months

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maybe a story where the reader is clingy to rafe, this is my first time ever requesting something so sorry if it sucks

EEEK i love this shit. it’s a little more blurby rather than a fic but i hope you enjoy <3

╰┈➤ rafe with a clingy girlfriend

warnings: mostly fluff, nsfw, swearing.

rafe cameron absolutely adored having such a clingy girlfriend. having someone so willing to be by his side every second of the day would tug on his heart strings. he loved the way she always had to be touching him no matter the situation. dealing with barry? she’s playing with his fingers as he talks, twisting the gold ring round and round while she’s in her own little world. at a party? she’s sat on his lap, stroking the back of his neck with her freshly done nails (which he paid for, duh)

he could never get annoyed at you for always wanting to be near him, he would never leave you alone if he could help it. on the off chance that he does have to go somewhere without her, he’d send constant texts, checking up on her, aware that she’s probably pouting back at home.

he’d enjoy her need for clinginess so much that he’d probably tie her up or use handcuffs when they’re fucking. desperate to hear her whining and writhing, tears brimming when he refuses to undo the restraints.

rafe would go to the ends of the earth for his needy angel.

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Hole Practice (or: Golf Lessons) – Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: You want to learn how to golf better. Rafe teaches you a different kind of lesson. Rafe's pov

Warnings: mdni! – heavy smut, sorta toxic relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, spanking, rough sex, fingering, anal (first time), oral (rafe receiving), p in v, cream pie, degrading (reader is called whore by rafe), daddy kink, mean!rafe, bratty!reader, dom!rafe

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“Hey, ain't that your girl, Rafe?”

“What?” Rafe put down the bottle of water he was drinking from and looked at Topper, then his gaze wandered to where Topper was pointing at.

“Over there. The one that is holding up everyone at hole 9.”

“Fucking hell,” Rafe grumbled under his breath when he spotted you. Several hundred yards away, there you stood with a golf club in hand, bending down to place the ball on the ground.

“She got a terrible swing but a real nice ass, real nice.” Kelce snickered and Rafe's head spun round, glaring at him.

Kelce defensively lifted his hands and slowly walked backwards. “Hey dude, chill. I'm just saying those shorts suit her nicely, just paying compliments. Respectfully.”

Rafe tossed the water bottle away, clenching his fists, stomping forward, every muscle in his body tensed up. He was frowning as he felt hot rage coursing through his veins. Rafe was about to beat the living shit out of one of his best friends when a sound made him stop and turn your way again. The wind had carried the sound of your laughter over to him. And Rafe watched you giggle and joke around with some guy, your caddie from the looks of it.

Rafe's hands balled into fists as he watched the two of you talk. That guy had put down the golf bag he was carrying for you and stepped closer. Stepped very close. Too close. He stood behind you, directly behind you, with your ass only covered by those ridiculously tiny shorts pressing against his crotch as his arms wrapped around you, his hands on yours, holding the golf club.

Rafe let out an angry scream that wasn't even a real curse and ran over to the golf cart, got in and started driving over the hilly course towards you.

“Yeah, man, take the fucking cart, so we have to walk!” Topper yelled behind Rafe, but Rafe didn't even bother to turn around. “Fucking unbelievable,” were the last words he heard from Topper, and Kelce's snickering in response. Rafe's hands gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles showing white on his right hand, his other hand coverd by his golf glove.

He drove at full speed, which wasn't that fast with this damn golf cart, but at least faster than running. Racing over the greens, he didn't pay attention whether he was interrupting other people's games. His gaze was fixed on you and that fucking caddie that was practically dry humping you on the golf course.

The cart came to a halt close to you, Rafe jumped off, took a club from the bag at the back and stormed towards you and the caddie, raising the club, fuming with rage.

You and the caddie turned, looking at Rafe stunned and shocked. While you opened your mouth to say something to Rafe, the caddie muttered a curse, his eyes widened as he saw Rafe with the golf club swinging at him. The guy quickly pushed you out of the way, so you fell on the ground, landing on the grass, while he ran, ran as fast as he could with a yelling Rafe chasing him. And Rafe would've gotten him, would have beaten him to death, if it wasn't for your whining noises that made him stop and turn, lower his golf club and walk back to you.

Rafe was towering you, casting his long shadow over you, as you were sitting on the ground, rubbing your ass on which you obviously had fallen, looking up at your tall boyfriend with large eyes.

“I'm hurt,” you mouthed and sniffled.

Rafe grunted, reached down and picked you up. With so much vigor that you practically crashed against his chest. Bracing yourself, your hands touched Rafe's heaving chest, felt those tense muscles underneath the fabric of his expensive polo shirt. You looked up at him with big eyes. He clenched his jaws and his large hands gripped your hips as he held you close. He was still fuming with rage.

“What the hell were you doing?”

You lowered your head, then looked up, with just your eyes.

“I was just practicing holes.”

Rafe's eyebrows raised and he almost choked.

“You what?”

Your eyes went to his chest and your finger was idly drawing circles on Rafe's shirt. You shrugged and innocently explained, “I’m taking some practice lessons. I wanted to get better at golf, so that you would take me with you when you and the boys play.”

You stopped your drawings on Rafe's chest and looked up at him with pouty lips.

“Are you mad at me?”

Instead of answering, Rafe growled and frowned.

You smirked at him, you cocky little brat.

“What are you wearing anyway? Every bastard on this course is staring at your ass.”

“Don't you like my golf outfit, Rafey?” You knew he hated it when you called him that and you did it anyway. His jaws clenched.

You wore a collared blue shirt but instead of a matching skirt or proper golf shorts, you wore the tiniest shorts possible, tightly snugging your curves, barely covering your panties.

“This is no proper outfit for golfing. Those shorts scream ‘fuck me'.”

Rafe's right hand slapped hard on your exposed ass cheek, surely leaving his hand print.

You flinched and winced, then pouted, and struggled to free yourself from Rafe’s grip, but he was stronger and pulled you closer and slapped your ass again. His palm tingled, and from the look on your face, your cheek must be burning.

His fingers grabbed your chin to lift your face as he leaned down.

“I’m gonna teach you holes now,” he whispered, darkly, close to your lips.

Your cheeks flushed. He grinned devilishly. With all your bratty behavior and cockiness, Rafe was still able to make you blush. His mouth claimed yours in a hungry kiss, tongue pushing in, he took what was his, as he held your body close.

When he let go, your cheeks were still flushed, your lips swollen and you were slightly out of breath.

“Since you have chased my caddie away, you will have to carry my golf bag,” you announced and turned to look for your ball.

Rafe grumbled but shouldered the damn golf bag and followed you.

“Where's that damn thing anyway?” He asked when he had caught up with you.

“There,” you pointed at the gorse.

Rafe exhaled. “We're not getting it out of there. Just take a new one.”

“No, that would be cheating, I'm gonna get it.”

“Y/n, fucking don't!”

But you ignored his words and stomped onwards, right into the gorse – and with every step you took, your ass was bouncing invitingly.

“Fuck's sake,” Rafe grumbled and followed you.

He found you bent over, legs straight, head down, ass up, hands touching the high grass, looking for your ball.

Rafe's own balls tightened at the sight. That perky ass, those tiny shorts hardly covering anything, that red mark on your bare skin – he had been correct, his hand print was showing.

His growl made you turn your head at him, but not lift your upper body.

“I think I've found it, but it's stuck.”

Rafe grumbled, walked closer. Walking with his dick getting harder was damn uncomfortable.

“Fuck's sake,” he repeated.

“What?” You asked innocently, wriggling your fine ass.

“Enough,” Rafe barked and you flinched at his harsh tone.

Before you could get up, he grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder. You squealed and his hand smacked your ass several times, making you mewl. Rafe carried you out of the gorse, over the greens to the golf cart.

“Ouch,” you mouthed and pulled a face as you were seated on your ass, sore from his spanking.

He got in the cart, sat behind the steering wheel and shot you a sideways glance. His eyes narrowed.

“Stop complaining, that was nothing yet.”

“Where are we going?” You sniffled.

“To the club,” he stated tersely. He knew he wouldn't make it back home to Tanny Hill, with his dick already achingly hard. A room at the club would do, and he knew there would always be one available – the perks of being a premium member.

“But what about my lessons?” You looked at Rafe, sulking.

“Oh, your lessons ain't over yet.”

He could see you nibbling at your bottom lip, something you did when you were nervous or excited or both.

While he was driving across the course, he tried to look where he was going, but you kept on wriggling in your seat, which was fucking irritating.

“Stop that!” He faced you briefly and lifted his hand, a warning gesture.

“Sorry, daddy,” you said sweetly, leaned forward, and your mouth covered Rafe's finger. Sucking on it, you looked at him with large eyes, your lips closed tightly around the digit, your tongue swirling around it.

“Jesusfuckingchrist!” Rafe almost ran over some gaffer – not that he would've cared.

Rafe tried to get back on track while his cock was pulsing. You took his hand, guided it between your legs, rubbing over your thighs as you spread them. His hand touched the fabric of those damn shorts, and Rafe could feel that you were already soaking wet, those layers of clothing couldn't even hide that.

You began moaning as you were rubbing his hand against your core.

He pulled it away, raised it, finger pointing, and glared at you angrily.

“Don't!”

You pouted, crossed your arms in front of your chest and looked away. But Rafe grabbed your jaw forcefully, turning your face to look at him, pressing harder than necessary, which made you wince and gaze at him.

“You don't touch yourself unless I allow you. You know the rules.”

He kept his eyes on you while still driving.

“You hear me?” His voice loud and intimidating.

You cast your eyes down and mumbled, “Yes, daddy.”

His cock twitched in his pants, which were getting too damn tight by now.

When he let go, you added, hardly audible, “But I didn't touch myself, it was your hand…”

You probably thought that he didn't hear that as he didn't react to it right away, but he did hear it, and it drove him fucking insane. And you would experience soon enough how mad he was because of you.

Rafe parked the golf cart close to entrance of the main building, got out, grabbed your arm, so hard he would leave bruises, and dragged you along with him. You could hardly keep up, he was walking so quickly, and with his tall legs, he was able to make longer strides.

At the reception no one questioned why Rafe was holding you in such a tight grip while you were obviously struggling to escape. He asked for the key card to a room and he got it and on top of that, the receptionist wished him a pleasant day. Rafe growled in response.

He shoved you towards the elevator and got inside with you. It cost him a lot not to ravish you the moment the doors closed. The grip around your arm was iron. When the doors opened, he pushed you out, along the corridor to the room. After opening it with the key card, he forcefully pushed you inside. You stumbled and almost fell, but caught yourself on the edge of the king-size bed.

Right after he had let go off you, he started to undress himself, pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his shoes.

“Take off those goddamn shorts and get on the bed. Now.” His commanding voice left you no choice but to obey. You looked at him, eyes wandering over his naked body as you undressed yourself, taking the shorts together with the panties off last. He frowned at you, but your eyes were on his rock hard cock that he was stroking, while glaring at you.

You climbed onto the bed. Impatiently, he walked over and grabbed you, moved you around as he wanted to have you, flipping you over, then pulling your body up, so you were on all fours now, while he kneeled behind your spread legs.

Rafe leaned over your body, his chest touching your back, his hand grabbed your throat, forcing your head up, a restrained sound coming from your opened mouth.

“You gonna be a good whore, right?” He cooed into your ear.

With his free hand, he guided his hard length between your legs, rubbing it along your dripping wet slit, covering it nicely in your juices. You mewled and started wriggling.

“Please,” you moaned, already so needy.

He turned your face to shut those desperate moans with his greedy kiss, while his cock was replaced by his fingers, which where rubbing along your slit, parting your folds, but never quite entering and never touching your clit. You were so incredibly wet, his fingers were practically dripping as he pulled them away and sat up behind you, letting go off your throat, leaving you with a confused look on your face.

“I still need to teach you a lesson.”

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but Rafe continued, a sardonic grin on his face.

“The lesson is: If you wear such tiny shorts, hardly covering your ass, but showing it off, inviting everyone to fuck it, you get fucked up the ass, like the whore you are.”

“But –” you started to complain, but a slap of his hand on your ass made you cry out instead.

Despite it being such a fine piece of flesh, Rafe had never fucked your ass before, only put a finger or two inside your tight hole once or twice. You didn't have proper training yet, but you needed to learn that your teasing had consequences.

He spat on his already wet fingers and stroked between your ass cheeks. You whined, but he knew that it was a sound you made when you were impatient. You wouldn't have to wait long – though it wasn't what you actually waited for, he knew that. Rafe gripped you by the hip, as his fingers pushed against your back entrance. Your muscle was tense and instead of opening up for him, it closed. Rafe growled and he felt your body shudder. His grip got firmer, preventing you from retreating as his index finger pushed inside, stretching your tight ring.

“It hurts, daddy,” you whined and craned your neck to look back at Rafe.

He slowly moved his finger back and forth inside you. Your breathing hitched as he curled that finger in your tight hole. Your muscle was clenching so hard around his digit, it almost made it impossible to move it.

He let go off your hip to hit your ass cheek.

“Relax! Or it'll just hurt more.”

Your answer was a whining sound and you let your head hang between your shoulders.

Rafe pushed your legs further apart to get better access, pressed on your lower back and you obeyed by arching your back nicely. He grinned at the sight. You were completely exposed to him and at his mercy.

He pulled his finger out, only to push back in two fingers, thrusting deep and hard.

You let out a scream and started begging.

“Daddy, daddy, please,” you whined.

His fingers fucking your ass, he let his hard cock teasingly brush along your pussy, never applying too much pressure, just enough to tease you. When he pulled back, his cock was covered in your wetness.

“So wet for me. Such a needy whore you are.”

His fingers left your hole, the tight muscle pulsing invitingly. He rubbed some more spit on it and felt you shiver under his touch.

He took his cock in his hand, guiding it, stroking your round ass cheeks with it, before pressing the wet tip against your throbbing little hole.

“You gonna take it like the good whore you are, hm? Your my little whore, right?”

You mewled and panted.

He waited.

“Daddy, daddy,” you whined.

Then he heard you inhale and exhale deeply, pushing your ass up, that little hole twitched and opened up, inviting him in, and he pushed in.

You cried out as his cock's thick head stretched your tender muscle. He needed both his hands now to grip your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, holding you in place, as he greedily watched his thick cock slowly pushing into your fine ass.

Your screaming turned into an irregular whimpering as the thick head was practically sucked into your ass.

“So, good,” Rafe praised you, his own breathing heavy. “You're doing so good, baby, taking me so good. Such a good whore.”

His thumb caressed your hip, he felt you relax just the tiniest bit. He tensed up, tightened his grip again and thrust his hip forward, making your body almost jump forward by the force, if he hadn't held you that firmly.

He growled as your walls clenched around his cock, but he pushed deeper. Pulling back, he gasped as your sensitive muscle was clamping so hard around his thick cock.

“So good, baby,” he said under heavy breathing.

He pushed in, watching with greedy fascination how his too big cock vanished inch by inch into your perfect ass, stretching your too tight hole mercilessly.

“Daddy! I can't!” You cried out, sobbing now.

“You can and you will.”

He began moving in a steady rhythm, fucking your tight ass good and hard. He didn't push too hard though, knowing well what you could take. You were sobbing and crying and whining, but he didn't stop, he knew your body better than you did, and he knew that you could do this. Your little protests, your screams and moans and whimpers made him only go harder.

He couldn't get it all in though, you were too tight and not trained, and he was too big. Part of him got angry about that, but you felt so damn good, he could use you so damn well that it seemed enough.

Then he saw your hand move between your legs, you were desperately trying to touch yourself. But Rafe didn't let you.

He angrily growled, slapped your ass hard, making you flinch. Then he grabbed your hand by the wrist, twisting your arm behind your back and holding it there.

You cried out in pain.

“I told you not to do that!” He growled between clenched teeth. You were driving him mad, so fucking mad.

Your body shook and trembled under his hard thrusts as he took what was his, took you without mercy. Pounding you harder, his growing anger made him lose all restraint.

You were so tight, the friction was so intense, the sounds you made were so hot, Rafe felt his climax approaching and he didn't hold back. He felt his every muscle tense up, then let go, gasping for air, as he reached his orgasm, shooting his cum into you. His whole body electrified and in that post orgasmic bliss, he pushed again into your well-used hole, once, twice, driving his load deeper into you, before pulling out. When he let go off you, you just face down collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard, a fucking mess. He grinned at the sight of you.

“My whore,” he whispered into your ear, leaning down, kissing your damp hair, before he got up. His own breathing slowing down eventually.

Watching you lie there, and wriggle and pant, he knew you hadn't reached your climax yet.

“Don't you dare move”, his voice a dark command.

He waited for a moment. And this time it seemed you were actually listening, probably fearing the consequences. Had you learned your lesson after all? He doubted that, you were such a brat and would always be. Since you didn't move, just lay there panting, Rafe went into the adjoining bathroom to clean himself.

When he came back, you were lying in the same position on the bed, on your stomach, arms away from your body, legs apart, your body raising and falling from your exhausted breathing, cum dripping out of your hole between your reddened cheeks. Rafe grinned at the sight of the mess he had turned you into.

He sat down on the bed, still naked, back resting against the headboard, his legs on the bed, he was sitting next to you, not touching you, but you could definitely feel the bed tilt from his weight, feel his proximity, as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

You lifted your head, turned your face to gaze at him with teary eyes.

“You're such a mess,” he grinned at you, his hand caressing your face.

“Did you cum?” He asked, but already knew the answer.

You shook your head.

“You wanna cum?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Then you know what to do,” he simply said.

You got up on your knees next to him, sat down on your heels, flinching as they poked into your sore ass cheeks.

“Please daddy can I cum?” You looked at him with pleading eyes.

“And how do you wanna cum?” It wasn't a real question, more of a test.

Still, you seemed to contemplate the answer, biting your bottom lip. Your gaze turned to his cock, though not hard, still impressive. Then your eyes moved to his hands. Those hands that knew how to hold you, to touch you. Then your look was on his face. Yours was a beautiful mess. Your lips swollen, your cheeks flushed, your eyes teary and bloodshot, tears and sweat had ruined your makeup and smeared mascara all over your face. God, you were so beautiful.

“With your cock inside me.”

The way you said those words, with such sincerity and almost solemn honesty, it made his cock twitch in response.

But words weren't enough.

“Then work for it.”

In an inviting, almost generous gesture, he pointed at his crotch.

You very willingly accepted the invitation, moved closer, bent over, and Rafe hissed as your greedy little mouth took in his thick cock, sucking hard at it, tongue swirling along the tip. One hand clasping the thick shaft, you steadied yourself with the other hand on his thigh. You gazed sideways up at him, when you began bobbing your head.

Rafe's breathing quickened, as he felt his cock growing in your mouth. His hands clutched the expensive bedsheets, stopping himself from forcing your head down further. You were already gagging on his length, not nearly half of it in your mouth.

Your efforts did some good, but he wasn't ready yet.

He grabbed you by the hair to pull you up, made you whimper, spit dripping from your swollen lips, as you were gazing at him.

“Ride it.”

His command made you freeze and visibly shudder, but you hurried to follow his order. As he let go off your hair, you straddled him, mewling when his thick length pressed against your sensitive core, too long neglected, it seemed.

He gripped your jaws hard, made you focus on him. His piercing eyes glaring at you.

“Don't you dare cum before I’m inside of you. Understood?”

You tried to nod, which was hard with his tight grip at your jaws, but your pleading eyes told him, you had understood him.

“Good.” He leaned forward to kiss you hard, before letting go and leaning back in the pillows.

Your hands ran over his muscular torso. You bit your lips, looking at his hard abs, as you began rocking your hips against him, your tits bouncing nicely. He grabbed them, kneaded them with both his hands, felt how you flinched and tensed up, as you felt his greedy hunger. His cock pulsing under you.

You closed your eyes, as if you would focus on the slick sounds your pussy made when slapping against his hard dick.

“Turn around.” Rafe's voice made your eyes flutter open. “Let me see that ass that you want the whole golf club to fuck. Let me see that ass that only belongs to me.”

Rafe added an encouraging slap on your ass to stress his command. He even helped you to turn, sit down, astride with your back to him, while you did nothing more than make those small needy sounds that drove him insane with lust.

His hand pushed on your upper back, making you bent down a bit, holding onto his legs.

He had the perfect view of your ass and pussy. His cum dripping from your ass mixing with your own wetness dripping from your pussy.

Two fingers dipped into your cunt, making you squirm and mewl and beg.

“Daddy…”

You clenched around his digits and he slapped your ass.

Pulling out his fingers, he lifted you up, pushed you into position, guiding his now rock hard cock to your pussy and pushed in. Rafe grabbed your hair to get you into an upright position again. His hands on your hips, guiding your movements as his hips rocked hard against yours, pushing his whole length into you as you sank down onto him.

“Rafe, Daddy, fuck,” you stammered, your whole body shuddered and you were completely undone, cumming all over his cock just from his first thrust into you.

And he fucked you through your high, not stopping when you were all spent. Using you over and over again.

You were such a good whore for him. And all your holes were his.

a/n: writing this was a lot of fun. i don't know shit about golf. thanks for reading. i hope you enjoyed it. reblogs and comments are very much appreciated, and likes too! i've only been doing this for 2 weeks now and i'm kinda overwhelmed that my first x reader smut fic got over 1k notes! thank you all so much! i got ideas for many more fics. let me know what you'd like to read! p.s. happy kinktober!

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𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

-𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

genre: smut & angst -> 18+!!

words: ~3k

warnings: dom!rafe & subby reader, prison sex, “public” sex in a sense you can be possibly watched and heard, (slight) daddy kink, (sexual) choking, hair pulling, blackmailing, bribery, mentions of an affair (not r & r), fingering, slight handjob, mentions of violence and tiny teeny bit of soft!rafe

summary: you visit your fiancé in jail after his arrest

note: i want to say big thank you to @rafesthroatbaby for giving me this wonderful idea (i really hope i did it justice) and to @rvfecamerons for beta reading and helping me improving this piece!!! love you guys to pieces!!

The moment you walked through the doors of the Kildare's Detention Center, you had all eyes on you. The way your cute little summer dress hugged your curves and emphasized your tits, combined with the pastel pink heels and the way you were carrying yourself, was just impossible for anyone to miss. You pulled out your phone and opened your camera, using it as a mirror to apply your lipstick. When your gaze met one of the officers, you gave him a genuine but exaggerated smile, before making your way over to him, making sure to swing your hips a little bit more than usual.

“Good afternoon, officer.” You smirked. “I’m here to see Rafe Cameron.”

“Mr. Cameron isn’t allowed any visitors. Have a nice day.” He bluntly spoke, not interested in any further interaction.

“Oh, but he sure is.” You smiled innocently, before leaning over the counter until you were really close to the man in front of you. “And you’re gonna let me see him.”

“And why is that?”

You smiled devilishly, as leaned towards the man, now only inches away from his face. “Because I’m sure you know who my family is and that I am capable of shredding every single one of you and your corrupt and very much incompetent colleagues to pieces if you don’t grant me that teeny tiny request to see my man..” You paused, “Starting with you and the little affair you have been going on with the mayor's wife.”

His expression shifted as he listened to your threads, knowing that you were indeed serious. You saw how he was fighting with his thoughts and he knew this was bad but he couldn’t risk you exposing the entire department and especially not his affair.

“Fine.” He mumbled as he looked from left to right, making sure that nobody was listening in. “Wait here.”

He came back around five minutes later and guided you towards what you assumed to be the room, where your fiancé was waiting. He was about to open the door when you stopped him.

“See, Officer Wilson, my man and I didn’t have a lot of privacy recently… so I need you to make sure that we will have that.”

“Absolutely not.”

You gave him a disappointed look before reaching into your bag once again. You pulled out a 100-dollar bill and stuffed it into his pocket, before leaning towards his ear. “See, if you would be so kind and look away…might even let you watch.” You smirked, causing him to turn bright red from embarrassment. “Keys?” You smiled, as you opened your hand. He reached onto his collar, removed one single key, and handed it to you. “See, wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You grinned.

You could tell Officer Wilson was beyond pissed that he got screwed by someone as young as you, a female to make it worse but that didn’t matter to you. You got what you wanted.

….

“Hello, baby.” You said the second he had closed the door behind you.

“(Y/N).” He chuckled softly. You were still standing next to the door, but you could see the tears building up in his eyes.

Your heart arched at the way he was looking at you, with teary eyes, tousled hair, and a bruised-up face. You were there when Officer Thomas buried his fist in your fiancé’s face, everyone was able to hear your screams and pleads for him to stop. Deputy Plumb had to physically hold you back and stop you from going full-blown crazy on her colleague, which resulted in you throwing violent threats at the whole police force that was there at that moment. Plumb even wanted to lock you into a cell until you calmed down but Shoupe warned her of the aftermath that would have been your father if she had taken action on her plan.

You took the seat in front of him and immediately held out your hands, for him to hold them. His hands were cuffed together with a light violet and blue line around his wrists, where the metal clung to his skin. You immediately went for the key in your fist and tried to open it.

“How did you convince them to let you in? Alone to give you the key?” He asked surprised but deep down he knew he shouldn’t be. He knew how convincing and resourceful you were, it was one of the many things he loved about you.

“You know I have my ways.” You smirked at the satisfying click of the cuffs. The second his hands were free, you took them into yours and softly caressed his bruised skin. They had them way too tight and you were pretty sure they knew that.

“You do.” He chuckled. “I miss you.”

“I’m here now.” You whispered softly, trying to suppress the tear that was building up in your eye.

You wanted to say that you wouldn’t leave him again but you both knew that would’ve been a lie. The way he held on to your hands was enough for you to jump up, walk around the table, and climb onto his lap, where you gently pressed his head onto your chest.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.”

“I won’t, I promise.” You smiled, “I made sure of that. Now come here.”

He leaned his head back onto your chest and buried his face into your dress. It didn’t take long until you felt his tears through the thin fabric of your dress, followed by quiet sobs leaving his mouth. It was only with you, that he would ever let himself go like that but he hated it, he hated every single second of it. He knew how much it broke you to be apart from him and he hated to be the cause of your suffering. He never wanted it to go this way, he never wanted anyone to get hurt but most of all, he never wanted for you to get hurt.

After a few minutes, he quickly got himself back together and looked into your eyes. They were soft and kind but had an evil spark in them, which was the perfect reflection of your personality. He saw how much you tried to stay strong for him, he saw how much you fought back your tears and he couldn’t have that. He needed to be the strong one, the one who protected you and was there when you needed him, not the other way around. But at this moment, he couldn’t and you knew that. His tears had dried by now, just as quickly as you were used to it with Rafe.

You leaned in for a kiss, which started out soft and gentle but the more you both realized how you had missed each other's lips, the more passionate and hungry it became. Your hand was resting on his chest, as his hands were wandering down your back to your ass until they slipped under your dress. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin, a feeling that you had missed so much. You felt his hardened bulge between your legs, begging for your touch. You let your hand slide into his pants, the thin material being easy to be pushed aside, and started caressing him. He moaned out quietly at the feeling of your fingers dancing around his tip, trying to not get the attention of the officers. Normally he wouldn't give a single fuck about anyone hearing the two of you, but in a setting like this, he would rather die than have you pulled away from him.

He pushed away the material of your barely existing thong, and slid inside two of his fingers, causing you to let out a loud moan. His other hand quickly flew towards your mouth, making you unable to make another sound.

“Quiet princess, you don’t want them to hear us, right?” He breathed into your ear.

You gave him a quick nod, a silent promise for you to try and stay quiet. He started moving his fingers again as you slid your hand up and down his shaft, first slowly but then faster and faster, until it became hard for him to stay quiet. He let out another moan and this time it was you, who put her hand on his lips.

“Seriously?” You whispered, one eyebrow raised.

He then pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, leaving a satisfied grin on his face. “You have no idea how much I missed your taste on my lips, baby.”

You smirked, before hopping onto the table behind you. The metal was cold on your bare skin, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “I would love to feel your tongue on me baby but…” You started, “But I need to feel you inside of me because…” You stopped, looking up into your fiancé's eyes.

“But you don’t know when we will be able to do this again.” He finished, a tone of sadness washing over his voice. “I don’t want to think about that right now, princess.” He smiled, before reaching into his pants and pulling out his dick. “I love you.” He whispered against her lips, before aligning himself with your entrance.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“I need you to promise me something.”

“Everything you want, baby.”

“I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to get you out of this. That I will never give up on you. I want you to know that we will be able to do this again, but right now, I really need you fuck me like we won’t.” You paused, “I need you to fuck me like it’s gonna be the last thing you will ever do. Can you do that for me?”

“Trust me, princess, once I’m done with you, you will barely be able to walk out of here, leaving my DNA all over the floor of this building.”

Before you could even respond, he had his hand on your neck and pushed himself into you. You wanted to moan out at the feeling but his grip around your throat tightened so much, it was hard for you to get any sounds out. He started off slow and gentle but quickly became faster, as he thrusted into you. He clashed his lips onto yours, as your fingers dug into his shoulders. you didn’t realize it, but your hands moved up to his neck where your nails dug deep into his skin. He felt so good inside of you and since you weren’t allowed to make any noise, your energy just had to go somewhere.

“Just… just like that baby.” You whispered, trying so hard to keep your voice down.

He smirked and thrust into you even harder. With every thrust, he hit that sweet spot of you and you could already sense that familiar feeling in your stomach building up. He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, so he pulled out, causing you to protest.

“Why…” You pouted, disappointment written all over your face.

“Turn around.” He demanded, without giving you any reasoning.

You did as told, jumped from the table, and turned around. With a swift motion, Rafe had buried himself in your walls once again, without any warning. Your nails dug into the cold metal of the table, and you were sure if you applied just a little bit more pressure, they’d break.

Your face was directed towards the door and windows now, making everyone who chose to look inside able to look directly into your face. The danger of being walked in by an entire police force, combined with the deep and ruthless thrusts of Rafe’s hips, was enough to almost send you over the edge. Your gaze was fixated on the window, where you could see the back of Officer Wilson’s head, who was standing guard just like you told him to.

“Harder please!” You moaned out louder than intended.

Your lack of quietness seemed to have caught the attention of the guard, who had now turned around and granted himself a peak through the glass. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but smirk, as you let your head fall back into Rafe’s neck. He also seemed to have noticed what was going on and he would’ve lied if he said it didn’t turn him on even more. The grin on his face was enough for the now embarrassed Officer to turn around again, desperately trying to hide the blush on his face.

“I thought, I told you to stay quiet…fucking brat…” He growled, as he took a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back, so he could reach your ear more easily. “You’re gonna be the death of both of us I swear.”

You were sure he saw how you were smirking at the officer from the reflection of the windows, but that only made it more fun. You loved doing shit like this and he knew that. But you also knew how good he was at punishing you and most definitely could not risk him leaving you dry, not tonight.

“Mh sorry.” You cried out.

“What was that?”

“Sorry, daddy.” You repeated, “Gonna be good now, promise.”.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, before ripping off your thong. “Just to be sure.” He added as he stuffed the piece of fabric into your mouth.

You could taste yourself on your thong and if you were being honest, you really were fucking delicious. His thrusts became harder and harder now, hitting your G-spot every time he pounded into you. But it wouldn’t be Rafe Cameron if he wouldn’t add at least one finger to the party, in order to send you completely over the edge. He placed his index finger on your clit and started massaging it, while his other hand started to taunt your ass relentlessly.

“Being such a good girl for daddy, doing such a good job.” He cooed into your ear, but you were barely able to hear his words, as your mind had drifted far, far away. “Taking me so perfectly.” He added as he thrust himself even deeper into you, with more force and less mercy.

He knew it was loud but he had long stopped caring. All his sorrows had left his body, the second he could feel your walls around him. His soul might have been broken, as he got ripped off every ounce of control he had over himself and his surroundings, but when he was inside of you, it was like you handed it all right back to him. At this moment, his hand now back on your hip and his other on your clit, he had all the control over not just your body, but also over his own, as he thrust into you deeper and deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and there was no doubt that Officer Wilson heard it too.

The harder and faster he went, the harder he felt not just your walls tighten around him, but also his dick twitching beneath them. He knew the both of you were close so he sped up his pace once again, ramming himself into you with every ounce of strength he had left inside him. Your vision turned blurry as you felt tears stream down your face and your release rushing over your body like a bomb exploding inside of you. Rafe came close behind, shooting his load deep inside of you.

He stayed like that for a second, his arm wrapped around you, as he rested his head on the back of your shoulder. As the two of you tried to catch your breath, reality swamped over your mind like a hurricane. You pulled your thong out of your mouth and wiped away the black tears that had stained the table beneath you. You then set yourself up and turned around, where you found Rafe fixing up his pants. The moment his eyes met yours, you saw the pain that he had been surprising for the last seven minutes and it tore your heart apart once again.

He softly wiped away the tears that had stained your beautiful face, but he wasn’t able to get it all. He knew the tears weren’t coming from a sad place originally, but he also knew that these very much could’ve been the tears you had been suppressing since the moment you stepped foot into the room.

“Hey.” He said softly, as he wrapped his hands around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You smiled, as you took his hand in yours. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna get you out of here. I promise.” You added before getting interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

You rolled your eyes at the sign, making the boy in front of you laugh. “It’s okay.” He whispered, “Don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be fine.” He paused, “All I need is for you to be happy.”

“Baby hell is gonna freeze over before I’m letting you rot in this cell. Besides, how dare you, believe that I could ever be happy without you by my side.”

He smiled softly, before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He then took the handcuffs from the table and handed them over to you. “Rather have you do it than any of those assholes.”

“Kinky.” You chuckled, before placing them around his wrist. You made sure to make them loose enough, so he would still be able to move them around, without his wrists bruising up. “Here, keep this, you’re gonna need it.” You said as you got the ripped piece of fabric, that used to be your underwear and stuffed it into his pants, careful so it wouldn't be visible.” Rafe grinned at that gesture of you, knowing this, and the memory of you and the past few minutes would be the one thing keeping him sane for what was about to come.

“Till death do us part?”

“Till death do us part.”

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