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princesachicana · 1 year

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𝐞𝐥𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 (drew starkey x reader)

description: you and drew with newborn babies.

“Aren’t they soo cute” You gushed snuggling further into Drew’s arms. He held the baby monitor in one hand,as his other lightly massaged your back. Your twins Eli and Eliana were born just 3 weeks ago. Although it was very hectic at first dealing with two needy newborn babies, you both got the hang of it pretty quickly.

The dirty diapers, feedings, crying was a new normal for the both of you. Seeing each other step into their respective parent roles warmed your hearts. This is what you both have wanted for so long. The domestic bliss that consumed the house was perfect. "Just like their mama." Drew peppered kisses onto your cheek. "And their daddy!" you teased back with a smile. The love you felt everyday made you feel whole, Drew worshiped everything about you. His love for you only grew now that you were the mother of his children.

"Did you get a chance to respond to that email?" you questioned your fiancé as he placed the baby monitor back onto its charger. Early this morning as you were pumping and Drew was putting the twins back into their cribs he received a email from his management. They wanted to know when he planned on going back to work. You knew that the last thing Drew was worried about was working. He'd been telling everyone on his team he’d get back to it soon. “Yeah, want me to read this script.”

You felt your muscles tense at his words. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to go back to work. You were terrified of being alone again. You knew that it was a low possibility that whatever role he’d take next would allow him to stay home. All the best job offer’s required him to travel sometimes across the country. And with you being a new mom to a set of twins only made you more anxious. You needed him here. But you didn’t want to be the one holding him back from any opportunities.

“Did you read it?” You questioned fiddling with the strings on his sweats. “Didn’t want to” His response came immediately as if he wanted to be done with this conversation. Drew had only read the character description before he was interrupted by the screams of Eli and Eliana. And without second thought he went and comforted his little family. “It’s when the babies were going crazy, they both wanted your boobs.” Drew cracked a smile when you grimaced. Not even three hours ago it was as if your newborn babies were having a screaming match. Alls they wanted was to be fed and both wanted to be the first at it. “Don’t remind me i felt like a horrible mom choosing between them.”

Drew shook his head “Don’t ever say that.” Hooking a finger under your chin he looked into your eyes. “They got the best mom ever you hear me?” He leaned in pressing a long kiss against your lips. You smiled against his lips. “It was Eli’s turn to breast feed! but Eliana hates bottle feeding she won’t eat and it’s the same milk!” You laughed at your very picky baby. “And even though Eli doesn’t mind bottle feedings, the doctor said it’s important for him to get that one on one time with me too you know?”

Drew pulled you closer draping your legs over his lap. “Didn’t she suggest the bottle nipples that are similar to these.” Drew smirked as he slyly grabbed onto one of your breasts. It wasn’t a secret your postpartum body turned him on to no end. “Yea, she did. They should be delivered in like two days.” You pulled his hand away. You couldn’t afford being aroused after the doctors strict rules of “no sex for six weeks.” Drew threw his head back with a groan.

“Baby now i can’t even cop a feel?” Your laugh only made him whimper. “No! because I’d get turned on and we wouldn’t be able to do anything about that!” You defended. “Only three more weeks we got this!” Drew made prayer hands with his eyes closed. Your favorite thing was to tease your man so when you started leaving kisses down his neck he actually groaned. “You’re fucking evil.” Drew’s hands gripped your hips before dragging them down onto your ass. The action only made it worse for him as you moved over his lap. “I think feel something hard, left something in your pocket hmm?” You joked when he hissed. “I can’t help it my fiancé is sexy.” Drew pulled you back in for a kiss.

Crackling from the baby monitor halted your movements. A cry was heard, making you move off Drew quickly . You grabbed the monitor immediately drew looking at it over your shoulder at the same speed. “It’s Eliana she’s awake.” You blew out a breath, she was fine. “I’ll grab her so she doesn’t wake up Eli.” You nodded as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead leaving the room.

“She’s wide awake.” Drew smiled as he held baby Eliana to his chest, her eyes searching all around the room. You walked up to them with a fond smile. “She’s such a night owl.” You brought your finger to Eliana’s little fist, heart warming when she wrapped a tiny hand around it. “Then we got our boy over there who could sleep through a hurricane.” Drew adjusted her on his chest.

You laughed at that, where eliana stayed up all night and always fought nap time. Eli was the first to wake up and take the longest naps. “Our next one gonna be another girl mark my words!” Drew stated matter of factly.

“Already thinking of having another one?” You gasped. “What can i say I like seeing you pregnant knowing it’s my baby I put in there.” He smirked.

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d3adchads · 4 months

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the things i woukd let this man do to me should be illegal (and most of them are)

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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Tutor: Lost Time - Rafe Cameron

Words: 5.2k+ Type: Smut & Fluff Summary: Rafe's back :') Warnings: Female!Reader. Secret Relationship. Lying to friends and family. SMUT {begins abruptly, VERY, VERY FILTHY, piv sex (mentions of oral, fem rec, and fingering), rough sex, a lot of overstimulation, dacryphilia, no condom (she's on the pill), a lot of kissing, a lot of aftercare}. Might need some more proofreading.

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Rafe’s back.

He got back today, an exact day early as he and his father didn’t want to deal with the supposed hotel food for much longer. The last conference was yesterday morning, and they stayed with Ward’s friends for just one more night at the bar.

You were just finishing up talking to Rose about this week’s payment for tutoring when it happened. Wheezie was sitting on the kitchen island waiting for you to be done so she could finally talk to you about the show you two watch every week. The conversation went on and on, and you almost felt bad for the girl because her step-mom really wasn’t doing much for the conversation to be done any soon.

It was around that time that you heard a car park in the driveway. You heard some voices just at the same time as Rose did. The two of you stopped talking, and Wheezie only stood there silently, waiting to see what it could be.

Rose was the one that walked out to see who it was. You didn’t even have the chance to start a conversation with Wheezie because you two soon heard Rose happily announce:

“You’re back early!”

You practically felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest, and Wheezie quickly got up and disappeared before you could even say anything. She went over to greet her dad and older brother, and you tried to ignore your over-excited body and make yourself walk slowly over to the front door.

When out of the kitchen, you faced everyone still on the porch. All of them were speaking so happily between themselves. Wheezie was right beside Rafe as the two of them speak to one another, and Rose was walking back outside with Ward.

Rafe’s back was towards you, so you couldn't exactly do anything except get into their conversation. Yet, that wasn’t needed. As soon as he heard someone behind him, Rafe looked right over his shoulder, and his eyes went to you.

You two only spoke a little, nothing to raise suspicions, as you only said ‘hi’ and politely asked and answered about the trip. Wheezie stared at the two of you as you spoke, but she never intervened. She could never hate her brother, and she likes you too much to not like you in every situation. Seeing you two talk almost felt a little relieving to her, as it's as if her favorite people are finally interacting.

She also noticed how much you smiled at Rafe, but it never clicked. Why would it? You smile at everyone. You’re nice to everyone. Was she supposed to find it suspicious that you were smiling and being nice to her brother?

When Ward and Rose came back, the two of you were acting just too normal for them to notice. Ward did see the way his son would steal a look at you a few too many times, but he couldn’t bring himself to think of anything. It looked innocent. It looked normal.

It wasn’t until Rose remembered that she hadn’t finished her conversation about your paycheck with you that all of you moved away from the front of the house. You followed Rose to the kitchen, Ward began carrying his bags upstairs, Wheezie ran back to her room to get your things without you knowing, and Rafe was supposedly in need of something to eat.

“I’ll transfer the money to you as soon as I can, this afternoon.” Rose had told you.

Rafe was messing with something in the cabinets as she spoke, and she soon disappeared out of the kitchen to go check on something with Wheezie - something about an extra hour in her schedule of tutoring.

It didn’t take Rafe 2 seconds to pull you by your hand and have you in between him and the kitchen counter. Your lips touched softly at first, but then it got messy and amusing. It was one of those messy and quick make-outs that the two of you seem to always end with laughter at the end. Rafe’s hands were all over you. They squeezed onto your sides, your boobs, your ass, your thighs, everything.

That whole thing stopped when you two heard a car pull up to the driveway. Ward said your name by the stairs of the house, and you two separated immediately.

Just in time, he came into the kitchen only to find Rafe with his back to you and messing with a box of cereal and you with your phone in hand.

“Your friends are here.” He said.

You could not express how disappointed you were with your ride coming to get you so soon. You still thanked Ward, and he walked right out after acknowledging you with a 'no problem'.

“You better be free in two hours.” Rafe whisper-yelled behind you.

You pulled away from the counter, and Rafe walked over and laid a kiss on the side of your head right as you let out a sigh.

After that, you felt like you were on a mission. A big one too. You said ‘bye’ to Rafe before anyone else could walk in, Wheezie appeared on the stairs with your things in hand just as you were going up to see her. You said bye to her and her step-mom, and, when you were outside, you simply waved at Ward and got into the car.

You were indeed on a mission. The mission was to get rid of your friends (in the nicest way possible) and get your parents out of the house - since there is no other place where the two of you could go. You had decided on this mission before you could even consider it a second time. But you had the feeling in your bones that if you didn’t follow your own instructions, you’ll be hating yourself forever.

Your friends were the easiest. You just had to say that you felt sick, and they dropped you off right away. Right before screaming at you to better get yourself feeling better until tomorrow, the day of the Bonfire party. You promised you would, and then, your mom was waiting for you right at the door.

She thankfully didn’t hear that you were ‘sick’ so she just casually welcomed you in, and you walked with her to the kitchen. You talked to her as she made dinner. You were probably in your best mood for the past 2 weeks, and she noticed it. You know she did. You sneaked into that conversation, many times, how she hasn’t been going out with dad for some time. You did it so carefully, you knew she couldn’t see your plan from a mile away.

You had an hour and a half for your plan to work, and it was going to work, goddamn it. You eventually ate dinner with your dad as well and slipped in those ideas too. Your plan began to work as soon as one of them said that it was a clever idea to go either to a family-owned bar by the beach or the cinema. You never nodded so hard in your life, your neck hurt.

But then they began to invite you to go with them, and your plan began to backfire. You’re the epitome of a person that doesn't leave their house much. You can't, you have to study and sulk about your boyfriend being away for 2 weeks. Those were your responsibilities. Plus hiding the entire thing.

Surprisingly, with 20 minutes left, you did it. You named a random movie that would be playing at the island's small weekly movie night at the park, and that you 'supposedly heard that Kristy’s parents would be there'.

You fucking did it.

You also played into the whole “I’m so tired, I think I’m going to sleep but we’ll hang out tomorrow” ordeal and walked over to your room. They were saying their goodbyes to you in less than 10 minutes and moving out of the driveway in less.

You took a quick shower and put on some clean clothes, all to be done by the time Rafe texted you. It was already getting dark out when he was at your front door, but you really didn’t care much because you were so, so excited, it was becoming an inhumane feeling.

Inside closed doors, you two kissed for probably two seconds before Rafe threw you over his shoulder and ran upstairs. You were laughing by the time you hit the mattress, Rafe hovered over you and let you put your hands on his cheeks. A huge smile was on your face as Rafe stared back at you. Your heart was racing, and you felt all giddy from having him with you.

“I missed you.” You whispered at him.

“You did?” He asked while leaning closer to you.

You nodded happily as he got closer to you, and you weren’t even an inch away from each other as Rafe laid a kiss on your lips. It was soft, even though short, and it made you look at him with those eyes, those puppy eyes that he has been seeing in his mind for the past weeks. All filled with love and admiration for him. Always. They're always there. He kissed you again and again, only just to see them one more time when he would pull away.

Your lips are always so soft and the kisses are always so sweet, Rafe almost had to physically hold himself back from even deepening it because he didn’t want to ruin the sweet moment so soon. Your hands caressed his cheeks and sometimes moved to touch his smooth hair. Rafe took everything in and absorbed every pleasant touch.

When you pulled away from the kiss and stared at each other for a while, Rafe noticed the way you were looking at him. Before you got to speak, there was this playfulness on your face right away.

“You didn’t miss me?” You asked him, lifting your hand to poke at his chest, “Uh?”

Even Rafe smiled at that before reconnecting your kiss. You might have ruined the kiss with a giggle, but Rafe never seemed to mind as he smiled right back at you too.

“Of course, I did.”

After that, clothes flew across the room. Rafe took his shirt first, and then took your shorts off. Both of which you’ll probably have to go look for eventually because you have no idea where they landed. In the midst of kisses, your shirt was off next and so were Rafe’s pants.

You wish you could still remember every part of what followed after all of that, but it all became a blur by the time you had your third orgasm. Rafe must’ve come back to the island with a purpose, you swear it. He made you cum on his fingers two times, then went down on you, and he has been fucking you for… God, you don’t even know at this point.

You’re as if you’ve just run a marathon, and you’re finding yourself incapable of keeping quiet. Your entire body has become extremely sensitive, as one can imagine, and you haven’t thought of even stopping yet. The air around you is warm, and the entire room must smell like sex. Rafe has cum at least two times, but you’re also not so certain about that either, anymore. If you are even able to utter your own name, it would be a miracle.

Rafe’s cock is sliding in and out of you at a rough pace, his length hitting every little bit of the inside of you. His hands are by your hips, holding them up as your legs have started to give out from under you. Your head is laid in between pillows, which so happens to muffle your sounds slightly. Your moans come out of your mouth with each of his thrusts, some of them are low and almost silent but you’ve become so sensitive and overstimulated, they sometimes become weak squeaks of just another orgasm coming through.

Rafe smooths his hand up your back, and his heavy breathing is your only idea of how he has to be tired too at a time like this. His hand stops by your shoulder, and with a simple pull, you’re back on your knees, your back against his chest, and your noises are back to their full volume.

“Rafe…” You moan with your eyes closed and as you reach to hold onto his hand.

He shushes you as he brings his lips to your neck. His kisses almost feel like too much, his warm breathing down to your hot skin is even worse. You almost want to flinch away, but you only pull him closer. Tired or not, your hips work against Rafe’s too, taking his cock deeper inside of you and making yourself moan louder.

Rafe takes one of his hands down to your cunt. It has become slightly swollen with time, naturally, your clit and some bit of your inner thighs are covered with your slick from all of your orgasms, as well as Rafe’s cum. Rafe leans his chin on your shoulder, working inside of you as his hand touches you all over. Your wet skin moves easily against one another, and you can already feel your lower stomach begin to burn again.

You pull Rafe’s hand away, and he lets you do it. You lean forward and grab onto the headboard of your bed, trying to get some stability. Rafe looks down at the two of you as you open some space between you two. He watches the filthy image with his own eyes, not just with his hand now. The entire length of his dick, his balls, and his pelvis are soaked with you and his cum. He also doesn’t know for how long you two have been at it, but, he doesn’t plan on stopping.

Rafe leans his hand onto your leg, and he feels how shaky it feels. You’re not one to complain ever, he has gotten that down, but he also isn’t going to force you into this position for this long.

You whine out loud and gasp as he pulls out of you, and you look over your shoulder.

“Lay down.” He whispers at you.

The two of you are panting for air, and you hold on tight to the headboard before moving. When you turn around, facing Rafe, you take a seat on the bed first and then lean close to him for a kiss. Sensitive or not, you’re still you. You’ll always want to kiss him.

Your cheeks are wet with past tears. One’s who have come to attack your eyes by the time you first considered yourself overstimulated for the first time tonight. You promise that they’re happy tears, and you’ve promised that to Rafe too. They always seem to come out when you feel too good. Your entire body just seems to struggle to cope with him and his antics.

Rafe, in the midst of the kiss, grabs onto your legs and brings them to his hips, all before pulling you down and making you lay down. You break away from the kiss and look down at yourself.

“You okay?” Rafe asks you, and you nod, but you don’t break your concentration on yourself.

You feel him bring one of his hands over to your face and wipe your tears away. You look at him for just a few seconds, staring into his eyes innocently, as he dries your cheeks with his warm palm. Rafe lays a peck on your lips one more time and then pulls back a little.

You look down and watch as Rafe slides back inside of you. It’s pathetically easy for him to do so, and your back arches off the bed right as he does it. Rafe feels the way your walls still cling onto him so tightly, he doesn’t even know how he’s still finding the strength to keep going. And you feel the exhausting pleasure begin to coil at the end of your stomach all over again, making you contract your already tired muscles.

Rafe sits up, not hovering over you anymore, and thrusts into you. Your entire body is exposed to his eyes as he sits in this position. There isn’t much light but the one on your bedside table, giving your body this golden highlight to it. You couldn’t look more perfect than at this moment.

He looks up at your face again to already see those tears coming back. A smile pulls at his lips as he can’t help it. You always look so helpless and tonight is the whole summary of it. You’ve cum way too many times but you’re taking each one like you just want more.

Rafe makes you let out a broken sob as he does a particularly harsher thrust and, when you meet his eyes to see his smile, your walls squeeze him way too tight.

“Oh, my nasty princess.” He whispers at you, “You’re close again, aren’t you?”

You nod quickly at him, bringing one of your hands to a pillow just beside your head, trying to ground yourself and not cum again so soon.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” Rafe curses out loud, making a different warmth navigate through your body.

You gasp for air after trying to hold onto your noises for a little bit, but it all fails. Your moans are repetitive, and Rafe takes them all in with pride. He brings his hands down at your cunt, touching your lips, the sensitive outlines of your entrance just around his cock, feeling how tight you're closed around him, and when he touches your clit, you look as if you’ve just been shocked for a second.

Rafe touches it again, despite your whines, and this time, it lets it lay there, putting down pressure on it with his thumb, and you look at him. His eyes are back on yours right away, watching the way your adorable and fuckable unconscious tiny pout comes back to your face, your eyes filled with tears and little weak noises escaping you.

Your tears spill out to your cheeks, and Rafe begins to work his thumb in circles around your clit. You hold on tighter to the pillow just beside you and bring your other hand to his wrist trying to stop him. Rafe doesn’t pull his hand off as he never feels you push or pull him away, your hand holds onto his wrist but doesn’t move after it.

He continues to circle your clit with that much pressure as he thrusts into you, your hold on his wrist tightens but, again, you never move him away.

Rafe suddenly feels your walls tighten around him all over again and only thrusts into you deeper. Your hold on his wrist lifts as you become a moaning mess under him. Suddenly, your eyes roll to the back of your head right after you close them, your back arches, your legs by Rafe’s hips tighten, and your entire body explodes with orgasmic pleasure all over again.

Your sounds are a mixture of moans, pleas, sobs, and almost screams. Rafe stops moving when those same sounds change into a very small pained whine. His hips still, and his hand lifts.

Your eyes are still closed, but your body has almost completely relaxed in front of Rafe. You’re still breathing heavily, and your hands are now not clinging onto anything. Rafe is still deep inside of you, so, when he moves to hover over you and bring his face close to yours, you frown and your breathing falters just a little.

You could feel his warm body close to yours before you even begin to open your eyes. When you do so, your eyes meet Rafe’s right as you do it. You’re exhausted, your entire body has begun to force you to sleep, but you’re not letting it just yet.

“I’m okay.” You whisper at him before he gets to ask. “Just need to pause for a second.”

Rafe kisses your palm when it comes to his face, and you watch him as he does it. He then kisses your wrist and keeps his eyes on you the entire time. If you didn’t feel so tired, your heart would’ve been tightening like crazy at him and his actions. He’s always so sweet to you, you can’t gather the strength to even hold or hide in your love for him anymore.

Rafe notices the look you’re giving him. Your eyes have never looked so in love. He thinks that it could be off the daze for having had multiple orgasms in the past hour (probably), but he doesn’t say anything. He lays another kiss on your palm and then moves over to your fingers.

You giggle under him as he kisses each of your fingertips, and Rafe grins at the sound of your laughter. Each finger gets a kiss, and you watch as he does it.

When Rafe pulls away from your hand, he looks down at your eyes again.

“What time is it?” You ask him tiredly.

“I have no clue.”

The two of you chuckle at that, and Rafe leans in closer to your face again. You lift your head off the bed to close the space between the two of you. The sounds of making out substitute the sudden silence all around the warm room. The noise of your wet lips and tongues moving and each pulling away from the kiss. All of it is audible. Rafe loves every bit of it, and you soon feel his hand by the back of your head, holding it steady.

When he pulls back to check on you, he’s interrupted by you.

“Just one more.” You whisper at him, making him chuckle and kiss you again.

You hum happily into the kiss and wrap one of your arms around Rafe’s shoulders, pulling him in closer. Your body is slowly regaining energy with time, and he can tell.

You disconnect from the kiss, and Rafe pulls back a little further this time.

“One last time?” He asks you, and you smile at him.

“Yes.” You say as his hand lays on one of your thighs and tightly squeezes it, “But be gentle.”

Rafe sits up as he continues to look at your face, and it’s almost comical the way he does it. Before you even get to laugh, Rafe moves his hips back, and your mind loses track of any coherent thought right away.

Rafe is about to ask you if you’re okay (again) and if anything hurts, but his answer soon comes into the air as you let out a little teeny tiny moan at the slightest movement he just did. He stays still inside you for one more bit, and his hands slide over your skin to hold onto your hips. He squeezes them, liking the feeling of your soft skin under him, and he’s met with the feeling of you moving your hips for him to keep going.

His hand comes to lay over your stomach and right as that happens, he begins to actually thrust into you. The entire strength that your body got back in those minutes is absolutely lost to pleasure yet again. You feel weak under him, like complete putty in his hands.

Rafe leans forward and lays a hand close to your head. It’s a familiar position between the two of you, and you’re not complaining. You watch his muscular arm contracting as he holds his own weight. Rafe’s body is absolutely maddening, and he has no idea how much you're eyeing him right now.

The filthy squelching sound comes back to the room, and you look down at the two of you, watching as your pussy takes his cock in and out all over again. You can’t understand why, but it feels good to just watch it. Rafe notices it and lifts his hand from beside your head, grabbing the back of your thighs. As soon as his hands are on the back of your knees, he pulls your legs flush against your torso, making him thrust into you much deeper and expose your soaked and puffy cunt to the both of you much better.

Your hand comes over to your pussy, your fingers don’t play with your clit as you know it’s very sensitive but you feel as your fingers soak.

Rafe watches you silently, letting out a moan or two at the way you squeeze him or the way you look down at yourself. It's an image he knows will haunt his mind at all times, but he never pulls his eyes away. You touching yourself has to be one of the most beautiful sights on the entire planet.

You pull your hand away after some time, and Rafe watches as you do it. You catch his eyes and a mischievous smile appears on your face - speaking of beautiful sights. You bring one of your fingers to your mouth, and Rafe watches as you suck onto the cum covered digit. You smile proudly for one second before moaning a little louder by Rafe thrusting into you with much more strength than before.

You pause before bringing your other finger into your mouth and don’t even think before outstretching your hand to Rafe. He takes your other cum-covered finger into his mouth, and your expression breaks into a frown as you moan weakly with the sight. He tightens his hold on your legs, and you whimper at a harsher thrust yet again.

Rafe pulls away from your hand, and he can feel his abs tightening and his pleasure growing. He curses out loud as he sees you putting both of your fingers back into your mouth, licking the pads and sucking them into your mouth.

“You are filthy.” He tells you, making you break into a bright smile.

He leans closer to your face, and you expect him to kiss you, but one of his hands lets go of your leg roughly and comes up to hold onto your face tightly. You still smile as his fingers dig into your cheeks and he kisses you. You moan loudly into his mouth, and Rafe roughens the kiss all over again.

Your tongues move against one another, and you can feel the taste of your cums in his mouth too. No matter how rough he is with you, Rafe still feels you tighten around him and moan louder against his mouth. There isn’t one thing that he does that you do not like.

He pulls away as he thrusts in a little deeper again and watches as your face contorts with pleasure. He groans too as he watches you and feels you. You keep your eyes on Rafe and he can feel how close you are yet again. He doesn’t move to touch your clit as he’s afraid it will cause any discomfort, but he does keep his thrusts steady.

In no time, you are moaning under him again and sensing your entire body in the midst of an explosion, and you’re soon followed by Rafe too. He groans as he feels his entire body tense up insanely, and his cum finally begins to fill you again. He continues to move his hips against yours, and the two of you are an exhausted mess.

Rafe lets go of your other leg, and one of his forearms comes to rest just beside your head. He has let go of your face in the middle of his orgasm, and he rests his head just beside yours on the bed. It takes quite a bit for the two of you to get back some energy to open your eyes, but, once you do, you just stare at one another for a few seconds.

Your lips touch into a long peck, and you feel the exhaustion really hitting you like a truck all of a sudden. Rafe, the one with just the most energy, moves upwards and slowly, and carefully, pulls out of you. He smooths his free hand up and down your thigh as he does it, not wanting to hurt you, and soon you relax under him.

Rafe lays a kiss on your stomach as he moves back up and leaves another one on your chest. You don’t move much but do try to calm down your entire body.

Rafe leans over to the bedside table, and you turn your head to watch him, in the golden light, take a look at his phone screen.

“Time?” You simply ask.

“It’s been almost 2 hours.” He sighs, and you let out a tired exhale of a laugh.

He puts his phone back down and comes back to you. Rafe kisses your forehead, and you close your eyes at the mere feeling of his lips again. You reopen them, and you look up at him.

“You’re spending the night, right?” You ask him weakly.

“Of course.” He whispers back at you.

You do a little short smile at him, and he notices how tired you really are. Your eyes are beginning to close, and he kisses your forehead again at the sight.

“You need to go to the bathroom, pretty girl.” He reminds you.

You whine out loud with your sleepy and hazy mind, and that makes Rafe chuckle on top of you. He sits up and wraps his arms around your body. He helps you move out of bed, ignoring every single one of your sleepy whines and takes you over to the bathroom.

Rafe takes care of opening your bedroom window, when he leaves you in the bathroom, letting some fresh air circulate in the sex-infested bedroom. He grabs some of the clothes from the floor while he’s making his way back to you and throws yours into the laundry bin.

When he gets back to the bathroom, you’re holding yourself up by the counter and turning on the water. Rafe watches as your legs shake a little as you wash your face with cold water, and you catch the sight of him in the mirror.

“We need a shower.” You tell him in a whisper before turning off the water.

Rafe nods, moving over closer to you. The breeze in the room has begun to make its way to the bathroom too, and your entire body shivers at the feeling. Rafe lays a kiss on your shoulder as he stands behind you and reaches in to turn on the water of the shower.

As the water heats up, you turn around to face him, and Rafe holds onto your sides, helping you stand more comfortably. You look up at him and rest your hands on his chest, staring into his eyes in silence. Rafe pecks your lips and pulls back to look at you.

Your eyes are back, again, filled with love as you stare at him. Rafe wraps his arms around you this time, and your chests are flush against one another. You move to give him a kiss, but it’s always Rafe that closes the distance between the two of you.

His long peck slowly becomes various kisses onto your lips, and they soon begin to travel away from your lips over to your cheeks. You giggle at him, and Rafe lets a smile appear on his face as he keeps on going.

When he pulls away and looks down at you, you finally get it.

You love him.

I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH, I NEVER WANT TO STOP WRITING IT. LIKE, LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY ARE.... UGH.

I hope you guys liked it either way. Feedback is appreciated!!

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thatshautee · 10 months

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i will defend this man til the day i die.

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exposing-the-obx · 1 year

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JJ: Remember when you dared me to lick that swing set?

John B: No, I said “JJ, don’t lick that swing set” and you said “don’t tell me what to do” and licked the swing set.

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royalstydia · 2 years

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make me forget his name

rafe cameron x reader

warnings: 18+, mentions of alcohol, cursing, SMUT, just your average fucking IN PUBLIC, oral (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (but maybe wrap it before y’all tap it? also she’s on the pill so no sperm babies), slight praising, mentions of bodily fluids, sorta choking, also this is in 1st person pov???

request from @jakson2003 : rafe smut where the reader is dating jj but finds out he cheated on her so she gets drunk and ends up on the side of the road then rafe finds her

Most of the time, I maintained the status of being the chill, nonchalant girl. I was usually phased by very little. However, JJ made me feel things I never even thought were possible. He was broken and in many ways, so was I.

It was probably the reason I was driving back to figure 8, absolutely pissed off and in tears. Catching JJ shacking it up with some girl in the chateau was yet another heartbreak added to the list. But hey, how can I be mad when everyone warned me that’s who he was.

Moments like this were the ones when people would silently ask themselves how much worse shit can get. And oh, did it get worst.

I found myself in the middle of the road with a broken down car. I screamed, punched the steering wheel, blamed JJ for being in this position; All of which ultimately did nothing. A groan slipped past my lips, as I sunk into the driver’s seat.

Still, I figured there was no way it could get any shittier from here. But nevertheless, the dead battery on my phone proved me wrong. A sigh of defeat came out, as I grabbed the bottle of liquor I kept in the glove compartment.

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An hour had gone by and my figure was sat on the curb of the road. Not one person had sped past, thanks to taking the backroads. I was tipsy, but it wasn’t enough to help me forget. The memory of that blonde, blue-eyed fuck getting his cock sucked by some random girl kept replaying in my head. That was all it took to have me swigging another shot of alcohol. The small sting in my throat not even bothering me anymore.

The bottle touched my lips, but left the minute I heard a car approaching. To my luck, that car happened to be Rafe’s. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling a sharp breath and mentally preparing myself to talk to him. The sound of his door slamming shut filled my ears. His footsteps got closer, until it stopped. My head stayed down, even after my eyes caught sight of his shoes.

“I”m really not in the mood right now, Cameron.” I said lowly. My voice raspy from all the crying and screaming earlier.

“Even I’m not that much of an asshole to ruin your day any more than it already is.” He said, after locking eyes with my bloodshot, puffy ones.

I nodded, before looking down. I felt his presence next to mine, as he sat on the curb.

He didn’t say anything, rather just keeping me company. We sat in comfortable silence, both staring off into the distance.

It was cut short, when he grabbed the bottle pressed against my mouth. “Hey, what the fuck?”

I attempted to reach over him to get it, but his arm held me back, which I happily shoved to the side.

“Cutting you off.” He simply stated.

I scoffed. “So much for not ruining anything.”

I quickly picked myself up, beginning to walk the opposite direction, when I heard him call out my name.

“You really going to walk all the way home or are you going to come here and tell me why you’re sitting in the middle of the fucking road?” He questioned.

I stopped in my tracks, taking a breath.

“He cheated on me.” I seethed. My back faced him, not wanting to see his reaction; Or better yet, not wanting him to see the pained expression on my face.

“Yeah, no surprise he’s an ass. So, what are you going to do about it?” He responded back.

I turned around, inching towards him. He was now standing near my car. I wasted no time grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. I felt him kiss me back. It lasted all of a few seconds, before he pulled away.

“You’re drunk, Y/N.” He stated, staring into my eyes.

“Sober enough to remember his name.” I uttered back.

My lips were mere inches from his, as I whispered, “You asked me what I was going to do about it- help me forget.”

I couldn’t read the expression on his face before it briskly turned into a smirk.

“How do you suppose I do that?” He chaffed.

“Fuck me so good that I’ll barely even know my own name, let alone his.” I enticed.

That was all it took to have him pinning me against the hood of my jaguar.

Rafe peered into my warm hazel eyes for any sign of uncertainty, only to find none. He gripped my neck, yanking my lips back onto his.

The kiss was rough and sensual. I then felt him press a soft kiss against my collarbone. It was enough to foster a small pool of wetness between my thighs.

My fingers wrapped around his dirty blonde locks, as my head tilted back, allowing him access to pepper a trail of tiny kisses down my neck. A quiet moan slipped past my lips as he sucked on my sweet spot.

His lips opted to place small hickeys on the tops of my breast. His hand grazing my bare chest when his fingers made its way under my shirt. My right nipple hardening from the slight pinch of his fingers.

His other hand lingered down the front of my body, lightly trailing over the top of my shorts.

“Rafe.” I breathed, my voice laced with desire.

“Talk to me, pretty girl.” He hummed.

“Touch me, please.” I glanced up at him, doe-eyed.

He wasted no time unbuttoning my shorts, his hand slipping into my laced panties. He held my gaze, his eyes brimming with lust when he felt my arousal.

He rubbed my bud softly, tracing his fingers between my folds. His thumb pressed against my clit, drawing figure eights.

I let out a sigh of relief when he pushed two fingers into me. He slowly pulled them out, before inching them back in. He finger-fucked me at a torturously slow pace, taking his sweet time to tease me.

Only after little whines left my lips, did he dare to speed up. His digits started pumping into me, my wetness coating his thick fingers.

A soft moan erupted as he curled his digits, hitting my g-spot.

His fingers started pumping into me at an ungodly pace, my hand reaching to grip his wrist, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. To no avail, he failed to slow down, edging me on further.

Before I could cum, he pulled his fingers out. He stopped the whine ready to come out of my mouth by pushing his fingers past my lips. I sucked on it, tasting myself and humming lightly. He groaned at the sight, reaching down to adjust the bulge in his pants.

My eyes followed, noticing the outline of his length. I quickly replaced his hands, opting to lightly stroke him through his pants.

“Let me help you forget, pretty girl.” He spoke, softly.

One of his hands came up to my chin, forcing me to make eye contact. Both our eyes brimming with lust.

My soft browns maintained a pleading look, silently begging him to fuck me. A smirk slowly made its way onto his face, acknowledging the affect he had on me.

I swiftly unopened his slacks, pulling his boxers down along with them.

His hard cock sprung free, slapping against his abs. I refrained from licking my lips at his size.

My fingers reached to touch him, sliding across his tip. I wiped off the pre-cum, bringing it up to my lips and licking my index clean. I stared at him as I wrapped my hand around his shaft and pumped him a few times.

He grabbed my wrist, stopping my movement. He opened the passenger door, his gaze flickering to the seat, telling me to hop into the front seat. His hands hooked unto my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the seat.

His tip rubbed against my slick folds a couple times, leaving me wanting more. I pushed my hips forward, right before he pushed into me.

He gave me a few seconds to adjust before he retracted his dick and slammed back into me, causing a loud pornographic moan slipped out of my mouth.

His strokes were short and hard, as he grabbed my hips, pushing himself further into me. I groaned as he lifted my left leg, resting it against his shoulder.

His cock sunk deeper into me with the new angle. My back arched, my top half falling onto the middle console, while his movements got faster.

I screamed his name, as he pounded into my pussy.

My mouth hung open and my hand reached to grip the headrest of the seat. His fingertips dug into my hips, certain to leave an imprint on my skin. He mercilessly fucked into me.

One of his hands released my hips, lightly wrapping around my neck. He pulled me up by my throat, so he could see my face as his large cock teared into me.

“You fuck me so good.” I cried out.

“Yeah? How good, pretty girl?” He chaffed.

“So fucking good, Rafe.” I moaned.

He continued to rail into me, while I moved my hand down to massage my clit, moaning loudly as I touched my sensitive core.

I felt a knot form in my stomach, before I clenched around him. My body arching off the seat and my toes curling. My breathing grew heavier as I came on his dick.

His movements didn’t halter, chasing his own high. A throaty groan managed to slip past his lips, as he came inside me.

Both of us stared at one another, struggling to catch our breaths. I gave him a half-hearted smile, which he returned. My eyes widened when he lowered his head and licked a stripe up my slit. His mouth began sucking on my clit. I let out a mewl, my hands latching onto his dirty blonde hair.

He continued to tongue-fuck me, occasionally nipping at my tender bud.

I hummed, throwing my head back. My vision blurred and my mind was decisively hazed. Maybe it was the pleasure or the sight of having the kook king on his knees on bare concrete in front of me, but in that moment everything was just pure bliss. I forgot every painful memory, every excruciating feeling and every person who had ever did me wrong.

I gasped, as I released again on his tongue. He gazed up at me with a shit-eating grin, before cleaning me up.

He helped me get dressed, prior to putting on his own clothes.

“Let me give you a ride home, pretty girl.” Rafe spoke softly, offering a kind smile.

And maybe it wasn’t just for a moment.

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not my best tbh but i was supposed to post this a hot min ago

and for everyone who requested something, i’ll be writing it soon lol

for the person that requested this, i hope you like it and i’ll probably end up editing it soon

royalstydia <3

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everyonesannoyedwithme · 1 year

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this season of outer banks really only confirms that men with the audacity to think something is "owed" to them or that they're "destined" for something WILL in fact be the end of us all

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tawneybel · 10 months

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Imagine your boyfriend Rafe letting Topper borrow you, to help him get over Sarah, before inviting Topper to regular threesomes.

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tetragonia · 4 days

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In Sync

Rafe Cameron x F!Pogue!Reader

warning: 18+, smut, consensual sex, unprotected, foreplay, virgin reader (implied?), and yeah it's just all that. also no mention of (y/n)

words: 1k

note: this is a continuation from this fic where Rafe and reader were in an enemies-to-lovers situation, but you can read this fic separately since it's just them doing it for the first time after getting together

A Wave of Feelings (pt 1) | In Sync (pt 2)

You would laugh at yourself a month ago for the current situation.

You, a Pogue, slept with a Kook? And let alone the Rafe Cameron? The one who used to yell and throw remarks at you? The one who always got into a heated argument with you?

You couldn’t even bear to be in the same room with him and look at yourself now.

Laying down beside him, making out for the first time since twenty minutes ago with the blond. You could feel Rafe’s strong arms, how big and sturdy it was. You could smell his cologne, a perfect mixture of earthy vetiver, refreshing citrus notes, and salty sea breeze. It evoked the rugged beauty of Rafe, how reckless and impulsive he’d be, but also passionate and vulnerable.

You trembled at his touch, as Rafe kissed you harder. Your hand naturally, slowly reaching down, tracing his lower abdomen and making him twitch under your touch. You could hear a soft grunt coming from his lips, his breath becoming heavier. Your hand slipped under his pants, stroking slowly. Rafe let out a soft groan in pleasure, his hand gently petting the swell of your breast.

You gasped at the sudden pleasure. Butterflies washed your belly and you whimpered at the sensation of it. Desire flooded both of you that night.

“Oh, you stroke better than myself, Princess,” he said with a huff, before moaning louder because you felt the urge to stroke harder and faster. “You’re so good, Princess. Don’t stop.”

Rafe breathed heavily, kissing you harder. He bit your lips, touching his forehead on yours. “Oh, fuck. You’re so good,” he shuddered.

You stroke him hard and constantly, wiggling beside him. In between kisses, you couldn’t help but to moan as Rafe’s strong fingers brushed your nipple.

“I’m so close, Princess.”

It was not your first time together, but you always shuddered from the sensation. It felt warm on your hand, dripping to your wrist. You smiled when Rafe put half of his weight on her, panting.

“You’re so good,” he whispered before pushing you gently to the bed. He now towered over you, fully stripped of his pants. His hands softly helped Val to undo her shirt, throwing it to the floor as they don’t need it anymore for now.

You started to breathe heavily as adrenaline took you.

Slowly, Rafe got down, kissing your breast and closed his mouth around a nipple. His tongue swirled around yours, gently biting and sucking it. You gasped and shut your eyes tightly, fingers crawling Rafe’s bare shoulder.

“Rafe!”

You couldn’t help but cry his name. It was insane. He was insane.

“Yes, Princess?”

Rafe’s right hand traced your chest and belly and you shivered. He continued, finding a soft spot on your clit and rubbing it softly.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, unable to let out a full word. You tried so hard not to scream, biting your lower lip as he worked faster.

“Yeah? Do you like it?” Rafe asked, kissing your jaw and then your neck. He buried his face on the crook of your neck, moaning your name softly, “Gosh, you’re so wet, Princess.”

And it just flooded, you were down all over him. Bad.

“Good girl,” Rafe smiled, kissing your lips gently before he got up and spread your legs. He let you breath out first, letting out a whimper and a pleasure moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he continued. He left you speechless.

You could see his handsome features from the dim light. Rafe exhaled, taking the view. You laid naked in front of him–under him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he said in disbelief. “How did I miss this? How did I throw arguments when I could’ve just thrown myself at you?”

You chuckled, feeling the same. These past years, all you and Rafe exchanged were arguments and hatred. How you hated him so much, so much that you only thought of him. How you both eventually found each other in ways you couldn’t explain. How deep your connection actually was.

Rafe touched his cock, rubbing it slowly with his saliva. You gulped.

“It’s huge, Rafe,” you let out a shaky breath when Rafe put himself between your thighs. He started to caress yours with his fingers, before he brushed your fold with his tip softly.

You moaned, “Rafe–”

“It’s going to hurt a little,” he said softly, as gentle as he could. “Tell me if you want to stop.”

Then Rafe pushed it gently, slowly letting himself relax inside her. The anticipation made you squirm and held the sheet tightly, suppressing another whimper.

“Rafe!” a moan slipped out of your mouth, screaming his name in pleasure and pain. “I have never taken anyone before.”

Your eyes were shut, back arching.

“Eyes on me, Princess.”

You tried to open your eyes, looking directly at him. Shivers went down your spine, it felt so good.

“Oh, you’re so tight,” Rafe let out a soft grunt as he started to hump his hips towards yours. His hands were everywhere, you were not surprised anymore.

Rafe can be rough, but this time he was very gentle.

“Yes,” you gasped. “Don’t stop. Please. Please.”

Rafe lowered his body, still humping. His mouth searched for your nipple, as he licked and swirled it softly. Rafe kept sucking, biting and leaving red marks on it. Chills ran down your spine when he humped faster.

“Yeah? Do you like it, baby?” Rafe asked you as you tried to take his hard cock. You closed her eyes in pleasure, still unable to answer.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“Y–Yes, please,” you pleaded. He was so good. You clenched around his cock, and another groan slipped from him. He’d be surprised how your bones didn’t break with your back arching high like that.

“You’re so wet for me, Princess. You’re so good,” he kept reassuring you as your head spinned with pleasure and desire. You both moved in sync, as you could feel his cock twitched hard inside you.

“Oh, I’m going to come,” his voice was deep and breathless, as he spurted on the bare skin of your stomach. Rafe moaned, loud, losing breath. He jerked and it spread all over your tummy, some was on the sheet. It was intense and addicting.

“Oh, fuck. Orgasm never felt this good,” Rafe lost himself in pleasure, shutting his eyes before bending down and kissing your lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

You smiled. “I wish we’d be fucking instead of fighting all those times.”

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Some Random OBX3 Thoughts and Opinions (full spoilers)

This whole season was on crack. It was fucking wild and I loved it

Put me on Poguelandia. That was so sweet. I want to see what that month looked like, I want to experience that with them

I wanted to see more Wheezie :(

I'm sorry but Big John was so annoying, tryna keep the Pogues out of the loop after they've already been through all this shit

Pope and Cleo are super cute, very sweet relationship. The way she's always teasing him? The fact that his parents immediately love her? Immaculate

What they did with Ward this season was... interesting. I will say though, I'm okay with that being the way he goes out. I'm glad he's actually dead now

Rafe × Barry is alive and well

Topper interlude:

Topper really should have got a clue. Sarah moved on babes, you should move on too

I really thought we were on our way to a Topper redemption arc when he helped them with the train robbery - and I was super happy with that - BUT OH BOY WAS I WRONG

Topper deserved to get his shit rocked by John B. His little snarky comments are absolutely a punchable offence

Everyone was freaking out about John B punching Topper while he was down and I think everyone forgot that Topper literally tried to DROWN JOHN B in season 1

HE BURNED DOWN THE CHATEU!?!? HE WAS PISSED AT SARAH SO HE DECIDED TO ATTEMPT TO MURDER SIX PEOPLE!?!? THAT'S NOT JUST PETTY THAT'S PSHYCHOPATHIC

On the other hand, Sarah should have really just let that boy have some peace and stop stringing him along. Like, I get it it was for the greater good and maybe it was their only option but it was still a bit mean (not that I cared much after Topper attempted to commit SEXTUPLE MURDER BY ARSON)

Sarah was so wrong for kissing Topper. You get in one fight with your boyfriend and you run back to your ex? After everything you've gone through? Weak

When Rafe melted down the cross I died a little inside bro that was so upsetting

SOMEONE GET RAFE SOME THERAPY JESUS CHRIST

Jiara. Was. Great. The looks, the hugs, the lingering moments, the slow build up to the final payoff. Loved it

Jiara's first kiss! Idk if this is controversial but I loved that they had an audience cheering when they kissed, it felt like a little inside joke with the fandom. Like a little "wink wink nudge nudge, we know this is how you at home are feeling rn"

Bit harsh that John B got his dad back just for him to actually die, but at least he got to say goodbye this time

18 month time skip? What happened in that time? What did they do with the gold and how did they get everyone to believe their stories? What happend with the charges Topper filed against John B? How did Rafe react to Ward's death? What about Rose and Wheezie, what did they do? The Pogues are still minors (before the time skip at least) and like half of them don't have legal guardians, I know they're rich now but how did they sort that out?

HOW DARE MIKE AND ANNA SIT IN THE FRONT ROW SMILING AND CLAPPING AS IF THEY DIDN'T TRY TO STOP KIARA FROM ACHIEVING THIS EVERY SINGLE STEP OF THE WAY AND SHIT ON ALL OF HER FRIENDS IN THE PROCESS

ARE WE SERIOUSLY ENDING WITH A BLACKBEARD NAMEDROP?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!? When I say I sat in silence and laughed for a full two minutes after that ending, omg

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Her Golden Hour

OBX Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Summary: John B Routledge was absolutely infatuated with you. He thought you were the most beautiful and smart girl he's ever encountered. Words cannot describe how in love John Booker Routledge was with you. Maybe he just needed a little bit of a push to take a step forward.

A/N: When I heard this song, I immediately thought of John B or Pope in a point of view sense. It was hard to decide, so I chose John B since I haven't written for him a bunch. Enjoy loves!

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/H/C: Your Hair Color

Warnings: mention of parent (father) leaving & disappearing

John B Routledge x-reader

(Third Person View)

It was a warm and bright Outer Banks evening. The sun was just about to settle above the horizon. Different shades of pink and orange filtered the sky with the just the right tone of gold. The Twinkie strolled down the street with Y/N Y/L/N and John B Routledge at the front.

The Y/H/C girl looked out of the opened window with her arm out, hand waving in the crisp wind. A smile rose on the girl's face with her eyes watching the seagulls fly. John B looked over at the girl he's grown to love. He smiled at the sight of her joyous expression. John B turned up the radio's volume as his favorite song began.

It was just two lovers Sittin' in the car, listening to Blonde Fallin' for each other Pink and orange skies, feelin' super childish

Just as much as John B loved Y/N, she loved him too. Both of them have been through a lot together: Y/N's father leave, the disappearance of Mr. Routledge, and the constant fight of territory against Kooks.

She would do anything for the boy. Y/N was always doing her best to make sure John B was alright and supported him in anyway she could. Y/N looked away from the window to spot the boy looking back at her.

"What?" she spoke with a soft giggle. Y/N brought her attention back to the beautiful scenery are them. John B went down another street towards the direction of Coral Cove, their special spot they visit when they had some time away from the Pogues.

No Donald Glover Missed call from my mother Like, "Where you at tonight?" Got no alibi

The beach ahead of them appeared to go on forever. A few rocks were scattered about the white sand. John B pulled up to the beach as usual and hopped out. Being the gentlemen he is, he opened the door for Y/N.

A few seconds of searching and they successfully found their spot. They laid down on a blanket that Kiara insisted the two bring. John B felt his phone vibrate from beside him. He tried ignoring the notifications, but his phone continued to make sound. "Who's that?" Y/N set her water bottle down, leaning it up against my tote bag.

He shrugged and grabbed the phone from beside him. John B rolled his eyes when he noticed JJ called him multiple times, probably wondering where they were; even though both Y/N and John B had informed the Pogues of the two's whereabouts. He hung up the phone when JJ began calling once more.

"You're not gonna answer it?" Y/N questioned.

I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin My radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you

He shook his head and put the phone on silent before slipped it into the pocket of his beloved marine green backpack. She watched him as he leaned back. His arms propped himself up. "Why not?" she asked. "Not important," he answered, winking. When he looked at her, he thought he noticed the glow of the setting sun hitting her skin.

Shine It's your golden hour You slow down time In your golden hour

"I like it when you smile," John B complimented, "It's cute." Despite the setting sunshine, the blush on her face was still visible. He couldn't help but smirk to himself when he took notice of her reaction. She sighed in content when she laid beside him. They relaxed in silence as they remained in the presence of one another, complaining about work and retelling classic Pogue legends.

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(The Next Day)

We were just two lovers Feet up on the dash, drivin' nowhere fast Burnin' through the summer Radio on blast, make the moment last

A few hours after surfing and going on the boat, a good dance break an a bonfire at the chateau was greatly needed. Kiara and Y/N laughed as they jumped to the music blasting from the Bluetooth speaker. "She got solar power. Minutes feel like hours!" the girls shouted, "She knew she was the baddest, can you imagine fallin' like I did?"

For the love of my life She's got glow on her face A glorious look in her eyes My angel of light

JJ and Pope happened to glance over at their best friend who had been staring in awe at Y/N Y/L/N the whole hangout. The Y/H/C Pogue spun around with the biggest grin, her arms extended out. JJ nudged the love struck boy's shoulder, raising his brows.

"Oh, shut up," retorted John B, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"We didn't say anything," Pope leaned in to respond to his friend's reply.

"Yeah, but your faces did."

He turned back to find Kiara twirling Y/N around, making sure she didn't trip on anything. Y/N looked over her shoulder to find him grinning, he smirked and quickly avoided eye contact with her (GIF Above). He stood up from the dark blue plastic chair and handed his beer JJ who took the last gulp. John B tapped Kie on the shoulder, "May I?"

I was all alone with the love of my life She's got glitter for skin My radiant beam in the night I don't need no light to see you

She grinned and gestured towards her best friend. Y/N felt the butterflies flutter in her stomach at the feeling of John B's arms wrapped around her body. The two stared at one another, smiling brightly. "Just kiss her already, dude!" JJ hollered with his arms up.

Y/N laughed and looked at her crush standing in front of her. Before waiting for John B to make the first move, she kissed him with the cluster of mental insects expanding. They could hear their friend's cheering at Outer Banks' new couple.

Shine It's your golden hour You slow down time In your golden hour

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d3adchads · 5 months

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i have something feral to say…

#drew starkey #drew #starkey #rafe cameron #rafe #cameron #rafe outer banks #obx rafe cameron #outer banks #obx #netflix outer banks #joseph andrew starkey

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twinklelilstarkey · 2 years

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Tutor: Driven Home - Rafe Cameron

Words: 4.2k+ Type: Smut Summary: A week later, Ward Cameron offers his son to drive you home. Warnings: Fem!Reader [no mentions of race or body type]. Dark!Rafe (no mentions, but a part of the AU). SMUT [car sex, p in v, condom (a miracle in my fics), risk of getting caught, kind of a quickie/fast smut]. Part 1 of this series

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It has been a week since the last time you tutored Wheezie, and, of course, since what happened between you and Rafe. Wheezie had a test early this week, to which she called you just to let you know how well it went, and, because of that, Rose asked if it was okay for Wheezie to stop lessons for her to have some rest. It was fine by you, she doesn’t have to worry about a test until a good few other weeks. So, nothing to worry about.

Also, after what happened on that day, everything has been a little weird in your head. You’ve grown a little paranoid with the idea that someone could find out through Rafe, or even if you let it slip on one of those nights that your friends put more and more drinks on your hands. But, as the week kept on going, absolutely nothing happened. And that relaxed you.

Now, after a week of Wheezie's break from studying, you are needed back at the Cameron’s residence. You didn’t even get close to complaining about coming back to work, but your friends? Nonstop. They’re going to hang out after they drop you off, so you get to be in the presence of the fantastic rant of how this job is a bad idea, all over again.

Before the car comes to a full stop, you already have your seatbelt undone and are ready to sprint out of the car, but a hand stops you.

“Call us when it’s over.” One of them says, “We’ll come speeding.”

“Okay.” You say with a chuckle.

You open the door and jump out of the car, offering them a small wave of 'goodbye' before closing the door.

By the time you get inside, the colder air of the house’s AC hits you, and you begin to make your way through the main hallway.

Right at the same time, Wheezie walks out of the living room and lays her eyes on you. She offers you a smile before beginning to speak.

“Hi!” She says.

You two begin your usual small conversation, just asking how you've been, and what you've been doing lately. Slowly and while in the midst of conversation, you two begin to make your way up the stairs. Wheezie tells you all about the plot of a movie she watched last night, and you listen to her every word.

She opens the door to her bedroom and, right as you’re about to walk in, a door at the end of the hallway opens. Unconsciously, you look over while listening to Wheezie’s storytelling and see Rafe just walking out.

You walk into the room to not make it seem too weird and decide to leave the door open (as always) as you begin taking your bag off your shoulder. As you put down the bag over the desk and take some of your things out, you can only concentrate on the soft sound of steps outside of the room, making their way down the hall.

“And then she killed him!” Wheezie squeals in excitement with the story, “It was such a good ending. I’m still not over it.”

You smile at her excitement and pull your laptop out of the bag. Wheezie has taken her seat on her usual spot and already has her book on the right page to show you where she is in her classes. You move to take a seat with her and force yourself to not be caught looking up at the door, simply at her book.

You grab her book from her hands to get a better look and read some stuff to get an idea about what she’s learning in class, but her voice interrupts you.

“Rafe! Wait!” She says out loud, quickly getting up from the floor.

You look up at her to see her run over to the other side of the room to grab something and run back to the doorway. She hands her brother some sort of book, and you notice it’s one from high school. He takes it from her hands, and you finally let yourself look up at his face.

They exchange a few words, those of which you do not care to listen to, and, before you even notice it, the conversation is done and Rafe looks away from his younger sister. His eyes go to yours right away and you practically feel as if you froze to the carpet. He doesn’t say or do anything, he just stares for 2 seconds before Wheezie moves back.

“She says ‘thank you’.” Wheezie tells him, and you look away as well.

“Okay.” He says to her.

As Rafe was done talking, he began to take a step back to move away. You look away from him once more and Wheezie closes the door, unaware of the looks.

“Rafe let me give his book to a friend of mine.” She explains to you, out of nowhere, “She’s one of those people who panic when they don’t know what they’ll be studying next year. And I’m the only one in the friend group with older siblings.”

You nod at her, questioning yourself if you had any sort of expression on your face which made Wheezie feel the need to explain stuff to you. You hope not, you don’t like to seem all up in people’s businesses.

“Okay.” You simply say, not trying to sound too interested in what she said. It is truly just a book, but you’re still very much going through the aftershocks of seeing her brother again.

Wheezie sits back down and you look down at the book, continuing with your reading. Or, at least, faking to do so.

No matter what you do, or who you’re talking to, for some reason, that day never gets out of your mind. For a few moments, this week, you’ve thought that probably it all was something out of your mind, something you made up whenever you spaced out that day. But, god, deep down you knew it was all real. And being back at the house and seeing him again... You just know everything was real, and not even a bit of regret ever courses through you.

Wheezie moves to open her notebook and that seems to be enough to snap you back awake. You type some things on your computer and begin to look for exercises for Wheezie.

(...)

Hours have gone by and the sun has begun to set. You and Wheezie have finished studying for some time, and all you’ve been doing since then is talking.

Sarah came into the room, at one point, and stayed for the conversations as well. She told you all about her new friends and boyfriend - a group of people you’re not sure you’ve ever heard of, but they seem nice enough.

Even though you liked your time with the girls, you realize midway through how you really should start making your way home. Your parents must be ready to begin blowing up your phone and assume that the Cameron’s have locked you in their basement at this point.

You say your goodbyes to Sarah and Wheezie with tight hugs and begin to make your way down the stairs. Your bag is over your shoulder, and you look down at your phone to call your friends to pick you up as soon as you get to the porch. They're nearby, they'd be quick to get here.

“You’re not staying for dinner?” Rose’s voice comes out of nowhere as you reach the last step and actually makes you jump. She chuckles and quickly apologizes.

“No, not today.” You tell her with an apologetic smile, “My parents already made some at home.”

“Of course.” She says, and Ward Cameron walks right out of the room behind her.

You two greet each other pleasantly, and you look over at the front door, ready to leave so you don't get an earful from your parents.

“You’re leaving now?” Ward asks with a worried tone, “It’s pouring rain.”

“It’s alright,” You start telling him with a smile, “I-”

Right as you’re about to mention how you have someone to come pick you up, Ward’s words make you stop dead on your tracks and not even dare to say anything against it.

“Nonsense, Rafe can take you.” He tells you.

Ward turns around to call for his son, and you thank him with a small smile, appearing shy with the offer. All while you mentally scream at the top of your lungs in excitement.

“Take my car.” Ward tells Rafe as the latter is still out of view.

Rafe finally appears through the doorway, car keys in one hand and a jacket in the other. You begin to say your goodbyes to the pair, before beginning to follow the tall man out of the house.

You two get to the porch, and you see through the windowed walls how much rain is actually falling. Outer Banks and its random pouring of rain, it never fails. Rafe pulls the door open, and you stick close to him - not really sure where the car is.

You finally walk out and, while Rafe is quick to find and make it to the car, you make sure the front door is closed right before making your way to him.

The two of you get in quickly and close your doors. You put your backpack down and exhale a bit loudly, noticing how your hair and clothes still were able to get wet from the rain.

Rafe starts the car without saying a word, and you put on your seatbelt in matching silence. You watch as he moves the car out of his driveway and looks over at you, finding you shamelessly already looking at him.

“Where do you live?”

You try to tell him the name of the street first, in case he knows it, but you quickly end up having to tell him the directions.

Rafe is careful while driving in the pouring rain, and you catch yourself staring at him a bit too many times. Enough times for you to even feel a little embarrassed with yourself.

You lean back on your seat, relaxing while knowing that he’ll have to drive straight for some time, and look out of the window. You can see the beach from where you are, and, with this view, it’s quick for your mind to move elsewhere.

Rafe takes a few careful looks at you but doesn’t say anything. It is painfully obvious that what happened that day hasn’t left his mind, yet he knows couldn't have done anything about it until today. He hasn’t seen you for a week, all due to Rose’s idea of Wheezie’s 'much-needed rest', but he also hasn’t seen you around anywhere else.

You look away from the window and look over at him, just with a quick glance, and a soft grin grows on your face when you catch him looking. Rafe faces the road once more, and you do the same.

“Make the turn over to the right.” You tell him softly.

He does as told, and you speak once more.

“It’s just the house down the street.”

But Rafe doesn’t drive all the way there. He stops the car exactly where he is, all the way at the start of the street. You look at him confused, and he turns the car off before looking at you. He takes off his seatbelt, and you feel your heart speed up at whatever is going on.

He hasn’t said a word to you the whole drive, and, frankly, you weren’t expecting him to do it for the whole rest of it. Not even for a goodbye. You actually planned on staying as quiet as he is.

“What is it?” You ask him, and your tone is cutely concerned.

“Nothing.” He shakes his head a tiny bit.

You frown a bit, and he leans over the console of the car, making you two stay at a short distance. You look back at him and can already feel your whole body reacting. His eyes scan the entirety of your face, and you can feel your lips curve into a smile as you find the entire thing a bit humorous.

His eyes look away from your face over to the outside of the window for a second, and then his glance falls to your lap. You’re wearing a skirt due to the hot temperatures, yet it caught some water when you ran under the rain.

You stare at him, and his eyes move back to yours. Your body tingles from being under his stare, but all you do is move slightly closer to the console. Your legs are tightly close to one another this time, and that’s when you feel his lips against yours. It catches you by surprise, but you’re quick to recover from it and begin to kiss back.

One of Rafe’s hands lays over your thigh, and you switch on your seat slightly. His hand smooths over the soft skin of your leg and moves slightly under the fabric of your skirt. You lay one of your hands on the back of his neck and roughen the kiss.

Rafe groans against your mouth and pulls away. He taps his lap as he leans back on his seat, and you do right as told. He helps you move over the console and take a seat over his legs before you two kiss again. Rafe’s hands quickly move to under your skirt, grabbing onto your upper thighs and ass.

Realization hits you, and you pull away to look over at the outside.

“What?” He asks confused.

“What if my neighbors see us?”

“They won’t.” He tells you confidently, “The car has blacked-out windows, and it’s still pouring.”

You still look outside a bit unsure, and Rafe’s lips find their way to your neck. You hesitate just a tiny bit, having both of your hands on his shoulders and trying to hold your eyes open. You look at the houses of your neighbors and have a problem looking at them through the rain since the water is falling that heavily.

If you can't see them, they can't see you.

You pull Rafe away from your neck, and you reconnect your lips. Rafe pulls you closer to him by your hips and one of his hands holds onto the side of your underwear, just by your hip. Your fingers work through his hair, and you pull at it softly a few times while lost in the kiss.

Rafe’s hand moves and lays on top of your panties. He moves his fingers through your slit back and forth and over the thin fabric, and you moan into his lips. Rafe can feel how some of your wetness has begun to soak the fabric, making him feel his boxers grow tight. His fingers find your clit and he circles it, making you moan from his fingers and the friction of the fabric.

He pulls your panties to the side and sighs into the kiss when his fingers finally touch your wet pussy. You moan breathlessly at the familiar feeling of his fingers and grab onto his seat. You’ve been wanting something to happen every day since that afternoon because nothing ever pulled you away from the thought of his fingers inside of you.

Rafe leans back on the seat, and you’re the one to bring your hands to his shorts. You unbutton them, and Rafe pulls away from under your skirt to help and pull down his shorts. You kiss him midway through, and he brings a hand to the back of your head to kiss you roughly.

You whimper into his mouth from the kiss and subconsciously move your hips against his, making Rafe hold onto you tighter than before.

His fingers get to your pussy again, and he slides two inside of you right away. You try to hold in your sounds, but Rafe begins to speed up his hand as soon as he slides them inside. You break away from the kiss and hold onto his forearm as you let out a choked-out moan. Rafe uses his other hand to pull the fabric of your skirt up, watching as you ride his fingers while he thrusts them into you.

Your moans are louder than before, and you also look down at yourself, watching as you sit on his hand. You hold onto the fabric of your skirt, and Rafe looks up at your face, noticing that you’re watching yourself.

“You like to watch yourself, uh?” He asks you, and you whimper as a response.

He decides to add in his third finger, and your hold on his arm tightens. You move your hips over his hand, wetting it and making the loud noises of your wetness fill the small space of the car. Rafe brings his free hand over to your clit and plays with it.

It doesn’t even take two seconds before you come on his fingers.

He moves his hand to ride out your pleasure, and he watches as you moan softly and hold onto his arm still. Your breathing is heavy, and you still let out small moans with each passing moment. Rafe pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the feeling, and you watch as he brings his fingers into the air.

He moves his thumb, the one that played with your clit, to his own mouth and sucks the wetness off it, and you bring the other hand to yours. He watches you clean his hand and he swears that there is no way in hell that you’re the same girl that he has been staring at for months.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and moves his hands to pull down his boxers. You move on your knees to make it easier for him and you watch as his dick appears from under his clothing. It’s bigger than you expected it to be, yet Rafe doesn't give you much time to look at it since he's already pulling at the fabric of your skirt. He pulls it back up and brings you closer to him by your hips.

He fetches something in his pocket, and you watch as he pulls a condom out of his wallet. You’re honestly too occupied with something else in your mind to even question him, but he quickly rips it out and puts it on himself. You move on top of him and begin to lower your hips. The two of you stare down and moan as soon as he enters you.

“Holy fucking shit.” Rafe whispers, “You're so tight.”

You move slowly at first, adjusting to the size and getting over the sensitivity from before, and Rafe is the one to push you down to take him all in. You feel the need to hold onto something and you grab onto Rafe’s arms. You begin to move up and down and soon your movements begin to get quicker.

“Rafe...” You say in a high tone of voice, already feeling your own body failing on you.

“You feel so good, princess. So fucking good.” He says before laying a kiss on the center of your chest.

Rafe controls some of your movements, forcing you to sit down on his lap with each movement of your hips, but you are completely lost in the moment. Pleasure has never felt as intense as today, and you can already feel your whole body shaking.

The slapping of skin fills the silence of the car, and so do your heavy breathings. You look up at Rafe and bring a hand to his cheek. You can almost feel some sort of euphoria run through every inch of your skin. You are fucking Rafe Cameron.

You connect your lips to a kiss once more, and Rafe kisses you back. He forces your hips to fall down on his lap roughly - which begins to seem like a pattern in everything that he does. The way he touches, the way he kisses, or even the way he holds you. Everything is done roughly. You’re not used to it, everything that you’ve ever felt was soft and gentle. All of this is almost like a breath of fresh air. Something you never knew you needed.

You do as he shows you, moving quickly and roughly. The both of you are lost in the midst of the kisses, sometimes stopping whenever the pleasure gets too intense on your part. Rafe’s hold on your hips has continuously grown tighter with time, and he can’t help but never take his eyes off you. You’re everything he has ever wanted and wished to have. You’re perfect.

“You're fucking perfect.” He says out loud, making a wave of warmth hit you. You try to hold back your moans and Rafe notices your reaction to his comment, so he does it again. “My perfect girl.”

The both of you are so different from one another in everything but, at the same time, nothing feels better than this. His rough touches with a mix of your own, yet they're always soft and tender. As well as your sounds. All of it is a mixture that only ends with perfection and utmost pleasure for both of you.

Rafe leans away from the seat and wraps one of his arms around your hips, holding you and guiding you through every movement as soon as your thighs begin to shake. The sounds and the feeling of him sliding inside of you while hitting every single spot is exactly what drives you over the edge. Not even a complete pair of thrusts of him inside of you, and Rafe feels you squeeze around him. You moan onto his neck, and Rafe holds you securely, continuing.

Everything is so intense that you feel like you've lost actual control over your body. Your orgasm is getting closer and closer and, at such a quick rate, it doesn't even make sense. You moan louder, and Rafe swears that he's in heaven every single time. The way your walls squeeze him and the way moan at everything he does and says.

Your orgasm courses through you and your whole body tighten up at the feeling of it. Rafe feels your walls squeeze around him, and he lets out a groan at the mere feel of it.

It doesn't take long for him to feel his stomach tighten with the orgasmic release, and he thrusts his hips upward to finally find it. It almost feels all to intense to the both of you. The car can truly only muffle some noises, but everything feels so intense that you always forget where you are.

Rafe grunts against your chest and lays his forehead against your shirt, feeling his cum finally fill the latex of the condom.

The two of you stay like that for a short while, trying to regain your breathing and calm down both of your bodies. You feel your body shaking on top of his while Rafe’s muscles take less time to finally relax under you. He lets go of your skirt and smooths his hand over your leg repeatedly and comfortingly.

You pull back slightly and so does Rafe. The two of you stare at one another for a bit, and you’re the one that breaks the moment with a kiss. You’re not sure why you do it so much, but kissing him feels good. It feels better than it did before, with your previous partner. You wonder why it's so different.

Your shared kiss is so much softer than before, it makes your body melt onto his. Rafe holds onto you securely, but your phone begins to ring, rudely interrupting the moment.

You pull away from him and look over at your phone, still on your seat, flashing your mother’s contact on the screen.

“Need to go?” Rafe takes a guess, and you look back at him.

You nod and kiss him again. He lets you do all of the kissing that you want and smooths his hands over the soft silky skin of your thighs.

After some time, Rafe helps you off his lap, and you notice how the rain is beginning to calm down quickly. You move back to your seat and adjust your clothing, just like Rafe does (after getting the condom off). He starts the car once again, and you grab your phone to see texts from your friends and the one missed call from your mom.

The car moves and stops just after a few seconds, and you look over to see your house. You quickly grab your things and get ready to leave under the pouring rain, knowing your mom must already be at the door waiting.

You open the door, and Rafe’s hand stops you from leaving. You look back at him, the sound around you is quickly muffled by the sound of the rain, and he hands you a jacket to cover you from the falling water.

You thank him with a smile and quickly put it over you. You close back the door, not wanting to look at him for too long in case any of your neighbors notice who he is, and run your way to the door.

As soon as your foot touches the porch, the door opens right away to reveal your mom, staring at you.

“I’m sorry, the rain was too heavy and we got here later than expected.” You apologize to her.

“Who drove you?” She asks confused, looking at the unfamiliar car driving off, “Never saw this car before.”

“Just a friend.” You quickly say while walking into the house.

Before your mother could ask anything else, you run up the stairs. You tell her from a distance how you need to go shower since you got wet from the rain, and she actually dismisses your behavior with that excuse.

You run to your room and put your things down. You let your smile finally appear on your face as you close the door of the bedroom behind you, and, when protected in your room, you bring your hands to your head.

Oh my fucking god.

As you express your silent excitement to yourself, you begin to walk over to the wardrobe to get some clothes to put on after the shower. You bite your lips, trying to hold in your giggling, and practically feel your heart explode in happiness as you move around.

You walk by your mirror and take a look at yourself. Your clothes didn't get too messed up with what happened, but as you pause your smoothing down the fabric as soon as you notice the jacket you have over your shoulders.

Rafe’s grey jacket.

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