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[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night Masterlist

Summary: It’s your last year of college and you’re just trying to make it though. But what happens when Rafe Cameron sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, blackmail, manipulation, DARK. More to add. Read at your own risk.

Notes: this series will be dark but so so juicy! find me on ao3: TheFates I have it posted on there as well but that is the ONLY place where it'll be too.

1: Moon Dance

2: Starry Eyed

3: Morning Dew, Sunrays, & A Bad Moon Rising

4: Mars is Bright Tonight

5: The Archer

6: Blackhole Horizon

7: Supernova

8: Resisting the New Moon

9: The Antimatter of You

10:Synapses Between the Stars

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My Girl

(Childhood Friends)Rafe CameronxReader with a side of TopperxReader

Synopsis: Rafe Cameron doesn’t like that you’ve been hooking up with Topper. He decides to show you who you really belong to.

Warnings: noncon !! smut, unprotected sex, alcohol, drugs, gaslighting, toxic!Rafe

The haze of the party envelopes you after your fourth tequila shot.

You speak to friends in a blur, in one conversation before blinking your eyes and across the room in another when you open them. You don’t mind though, the booze makes you feel more social, more comfortable.

Your attention is caught by a voice calling out, “Who wants a bump??”

You turn your head to see the man offering to share his drugs. Rafe Cameron.

“I’m game.” You step over to the table, and watch Rafe set the line up for you.

You and Rafe had known each other since kindergarten, having attended all the same schools growing up.

He was arrogant, quick tempered, and one of your best friends. Despite his negative traits, Rafe had stuck by you for many years, and you appreciated him for that. Sure he could be a bit clingy, and overly flirtatious, but you always knew he had his sight set on other girls.

“Ready, princess?” Rafe drawled, eyebrow cocked in a challenge.

“I was born ready,” you joked, and leaned over the table, taking the rolled dollar bill from Rafe.

You snorted the line, enjoying the pleasant head rush that followed.

“Not bad, not bad.” Rafe conceded, before leaning over to do a line himself.

You spun on your heel as you heard someone else enter the kitchen.

Topper greeted you with a wink, and you felt your cheeks flush, averting your gaze.

You had been secretly hooking up with Topper for a few weeks now, and you had been trying hard to keep that from the rest of your friend group.

You glanced up to see Rafe staring at you, a strange look in his eyes. One that you couldn’t quite place, but unnerved you nevertheless.

He stepped back to the table, quickly setting up and snorting another line. His jaw ticked and you watched his pupils grow unfocused.

He poured himself a shot, setting the glass down after. Rafe turned to a friend and you relaxed, venturing out of the kitchen to find more friends.

The rest of the night, you floated around different groups, talking to different people, but all the while, you swore, you felt like you were being watched.

You glanced around nonchalantly, hoping that it was just your nerves playing tricks on you. No one seemed to be paying you much attention.

You needed another drink, now.

Back in the kitchen, you made yourself a strong rum and coke, bringing it back out to the living room with you.

You sat down, sipping your drink and trying to relax, but the prickling feeling that you were being watched burned the back of your neck, and you swiveled around to lock eyes with Rafe, staring at you from across the room.

His eyes were cold, calculating, but you didn’t have the first clue to what he was thinking. Your eyes flicked away, not wanting to start any confrontation. What the fuck was that about?

You finished your drink, head swimming and vision starting to get blurry. The coke was mixing with the alcohol, making you feel incredibly intoxicated.

You could hear the muffled voices of your friends, but you felt far away, like they were calling to you from some distant shore.

“Y/N? You good?”

“Duude she is out of it right now.”

“Probably should just let her sleep it off.”

“I could bring her to one of the spare bedrooms upstairs. Let her lie down there? I’ll make sure she doesn’t throw up.”

You wanted to protest, ‘i’m fine! you guys are being dramatic!’ but your brain was disconnected from your mouth. You couldn’t have lifted your head if you tried.

The voices seemed to be in some agreement and a tall figure appeared in your vision, strong arms reaching out to lift you up off the couch.

Still out of it and surprised to be picked up, you took a deep breath through your nose, inadvertently smelling the cologne of the man carrying you. It was a pleasant smell and you thought you recognized it as Topper’s.

“Mmm you smell nice, Topper,” you slur, not fully sure if your words came out audible. You felt safe in his arms.

He started to ascend the stairs, and you pressed your head against his firm chest. “So warm,” you murmured. “I’m so tired.”

The man carrying you was silent, the only sounds you could hear were the din of the party and the music thumping below.

The door opened in front of you, and Topper walked to the bed in the dimly lit room before gently laying you down on it.

You rolled over, ready to fall asleep, listening to the sounds of the footsteps leave your room.

Only, he didn’t leave your room. He walked to the open door, then closed it and turned the lock.

You slowly flipped over in bed, ready to question Topper, and your eyes met Rafe Cameron’s seconds before his lips were on yours. Adrenaline shot through you, and you tried to push him away in shock.

The stronger man climbed on top of you in bed, straddling you and catching your wrists in his hands.

“What are you do-“ your frantic question was swallowed by Rafe as his lips smothered yours again.

He let go of your arms to drag his hands to your chest, eagerly pulling at your top. He groped you roughly, fingers edging under the thin material of your shirt, setting a blaze of heat on your skin.

Your voice trembled, tears prickling at the edge of your eyes, “Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?? Stop!”

“What, you think you’re too good for me or something?” Rafe murmured darkly, one hand snaking around your throat. “You’ll give up for Topper but not me, hm? Little slut, I can fuck anyone I want.”

The weight of his threat was almost more suffocating than the fingers at your throat taking your breath away.

You thrashed, kicking your feet against him, desperately trying to squirm out from under him. Rafe rolled his eyes, loosening the pressure around your throat.

“Y-you’re high,” your voice wavered, weak from his strong grip. “Stop it Rafe I’m not kidding, this is-”

“Shhhh. This would be easier for you if you just relaxed, Y/N, I’m gonna make you feel good,” Rafe purred into your ear, but his cold tone made your stomach churn with nausea. His rough fingers groped at your skirt, pulling it off and tossing it over his shoulder. Rafe removed his shirt and you took in the rippling muscles of his chest and arms.

He nudged your legs apart with his knee, and slowly grinded his now obvious erection against your barely clothed core.

His fingertips traced under your top to feel your lower back and he pulled the shirt off over your head. You squirmed against him, trying desperately to cover yourself, but his fingers wrapped tightly around your wrists and you let out a yelp. Rafe glared at you, jaw clenched, and he let out a long breath through his nose, seemingly trying to calm himself, “Don’t make me hurt you, Y/N. This doesn’t have to be difficult.”

Rafe let go of your wrists and brought his hands down to your breasts, cupping them over your bra. His fingers traced up your chest and he slid the straps of your bra off your shoulders, pulling it down to your stomach and exposing you despite your breathless pleas for him to stop.

Your head was spinning and your skin broke out in goosebumps where his fingertips grazed you. He plucked at your chest, rolling one nipple between his fingers before turning his attention to the other. Rafe slowly leaned in and took the hard bud into his mouth, tongue flicking against your tender skin.

Your fingers gripped his muscular arms, nails digging in, futilely hoping it might deter him.

Rafe nipped at your breast, lightly biting the sensitive bud and you could barely stifle your moan.

“Mm that’s my girl,” his blue eyes glinted as they met yours, and you shivered at his words, bile rising in your throat. My girl.

Rafe trailed a hand down your leg, fingertips roughly pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. One finger looped around the elastic of your panties, and he pulled the flimsy material down your legs.

He pressed his lips to yours again, tongue probing into your mouth this time, before slowly pushing a digit into your slick core and lazily circling your clit with his thumb.

You gasped against his lips at the intrusion, giving in to a pathetic whine as the pressure between your hips rose. Hot tears spilled past your lashes while your conflicted emotions warred within you.

It all felt wrong. Very wrong.

The man you once trusted, who you once would have called your best friend, met your eyes with a dark gaze, blown pupils trailing from yours down to your exposed body. “God you are so fucking sexy. I should have done this ages ago.”

Your skin crawled at his words and you tried desperately to squeeze your legs together, but he was much stronger than you, swearing under his breath, “Don’t be such a fucking tease,” and forced your legs open. You threw your head back in a silent scream when you felt him roughly press a second finger into you.

He slowly pumped his fingers in and out, thumb meeting your clit again before his blue eyes flitted to yours. They widened as a moan escaped your lips and a cruel smirk spread across Rafe’s face.

“Are you going to be a good girl or are you going to make this difficult?” The blond purred, fingers curling inside you.

“I-I’ll be g-good,” you stammered, barely able to process what was happening. Your stomach lurched as the full weight of the situation finally hit you. Why was he doing this??

Rafe pushed down his shorts, wrapping a hand around his hard length. He stroked himself a few times before pressing his cock against your slick folds, teasingly rubbing the tip on your clit before entering you in one thrust.

You yelped in pain, the pressure unbearable. Rafe laughed mockingly, “It’s a big dick but I know you can take it.”

His eyes never left yours, even when you tried to look away, his tight grip on your chin forcing you to meet his gaze. Rafe slowly grinded his hips into yours, a sick grin on his face while you struggled beneath him.

“Really, Y/N, I have been thinking about fucking you like this since high school. Always acting so sweet and innocent, but I know what you really need, sweetheart,” Rafe taunted, picking up his pace. His fingers roughly pressed into the back of your upper leg, and he hooked his hand around your ankle, bringing your foot to rest on his shoulder while he pounded into you, the change of angle allowed him to fuck you deeper.

His fingers circled your clit, drawing shameful whimpers of pleasure from your lips.

“Did he ever make you cum?” Rafe’s words surprised you and for a second you didn’t register what he was saying. “Did Topper ever make you cum, Y/N?” He repeated the words slowly, like you were stupid for misunderstanding him.

Your cheeks burned and hot tears threatened to spill over again. You shook your head ‘no’.

“Aw don’t cry, princess,” Rafe cooed, never slowing his relentless pace. Your stomach turned at his familiar pet name for you, now it just made you feel sick. “You’re doing so good. I’ll help you through it.”

Rafe leaned in to kiss you again, this time you didn’t have the willpower to fight back. “Oh my god you’re so perfect. Gonna make me cum in that tight little pussy.”

Icy fear shot through your veins. He wasn’t wearing a condom. Your head was pounding, and the overstimulation was too much for you to bear. Rafe sneered triumphantly and another twitch of his fingers and snap of his hips finally pushed you over the edge.

You bit down on your lip, whining as your vision was dotted with stars, and Rafe fucked you through your orgasm. The pleasure mixed with the horror of the situation you found yourself in left you breathless.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna-” Rafe let out a groan, rutting into you with three long thrusts before stilling, forcing you to milk his cock as long as possible. The slick warmth between your legs turned your stomach and you wanted to cry.

Rafe’s forehead, now damp with sweat, pressed to yours and he gave you a tender kiss on the lips before pulling out. With disgust, you realized you could feel his cum leaking out of your sore cunt.

“I always knew you were my girl, Y/N. Now you know it too.”

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[brelione]

Yacht Party (Rafe CameronXReader)

Request:45 from prompt list w rafe??

Rafe’s arms wrapped around you,a water bottle in his hand.You held onto the railing,staring down at the water.Ward loved to throw these types of pirates,yacht parties.It was probably for the soul purpose of reminding everyone that he was rich and just so amazing.

Rafe handed you the water,allowing you to take a sip as his hands slipped under your lavender colored crop top. “Rafe.”You whispered as he squeezed at your boobs lightly,his mouth leaving wet kisses along your neck.He nipped at your skin,causing you to bite your lip and hold back a moan that so desperately wanted to escape.

His hand reached down,his fingers playing with the button of your pants. “Imagine if I just fucked you right here in front of all these purple.”He spoke soft into your ear,biting at your ear lobe lightly.You let out a small whimper,your hands wrapping around his wrists. “We cant...not here.”You whispered.

He nodded,licking his lips and glancing at the crowd of stuck up kooks. “I know a place.”He whispered into your ear,grabbing your hand and dragging you along.

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[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night: Starry Eyed

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk.

Notes: 3.7k words. This is part 2! smut time party ppl

The next time Rafe sees you is a week before winter break.

He almost doesn’t recognize you. Natural curls cascade down your back, flipping around as you move your body. Unlike Halloween, where you danced playfully, you now grind your hips down to the bass of the song. A tight skirt threatens to expose your ass as you arch your back. His nostrils flare at the sight.

He wouldn’t admit it to anyone else but he had looked for you at other parties. At the local bars, around campus, and even Instagram. Your account was private but he made sure to follow your roommates since you haven’t accepted his request.

It’s how he found you tonight.

He had been stalking their profiles just to get glimpses of you. And tonight, Louise had tagged you in a picture on her story and he recognized the fireplace mantel where you posed with other girls. He dragged Kelce with him to the apartment because he knew Kelce wouldn’t say shit to him.

All this time, all those weeks between seeing you, Rafe had agonized over why you were stuck in his head. Why he kept picturing your thighs while he fisted his cock. Why each time he fucked someone, your face had been the one he pictured when he came.

Except… he thinks he gets it now as he stares at you.

You were soft.

Soft curves that swept down the slope of your body instead of sharp angles of collar and hip bones. Soft movements, almost calculating but too natural to be. Velvety lips that stretched out to wide grins, eyes delicate with mirth and contentment.

Soft in the way you handled people, in your laughter even when it’s high and cracks. How it would sound as you sighed.

Supple skin dotted with the occasional birthmark. Unmarred landscape made to be marked.

Fluffy hair that should be wrapped tightly around his fist.  

Oh, how he wants to ruin you.

You’re drunker tonight. Head rolling back on your shoulders, a sheen of sweat glistening down your throat. Rafe feels his own bob with a hard swallow, his mouth watering with want. As the song mixes into a different one you lean over to yell something to Louise who nods and continues to dance as you maneuver through the thick crowd.

Rafe follows, struggling to stalk faster as there are too many bodies in this tight space, eyes intent on the back of your head. It disappears as you shut the kitchen door behind you. People try distracting him by their obnoxious greetings, Kelce asking him where he’s going but he ignores them all.  

By the time he makes it out to the back porch, you’re slanting against the railing with another guy. His hand raised up and handing you something. A vape. That the prick probably already smoked. That you were going to put your lips too. He can’t let that happen. So, he calls your name.

You startle but in your drunken state, it's more of a sway, your head tilting up to him.

“Hi! Rafe, right?” You ask innocently.

The fucking audacity of you.

He pulls a tight smile, a hand combing through his sweaty hair. “Yeah.” His eyes slide to the prick still standing too close to you, then back to you. “You smoke now?”

“Only when I’m drunk.”

Your eyes are glazed, heavy-lidded and your body relaxed, unlike last time when you were keyed up and taking care of others. The long sleeves of your top are like a second skin on you, top tucked into that cute little skirt.

“How about a real cigarette then? Hmm?” A sly smirk curls his lips as your eyes lit up.

“Ok!” Your eyes are brought back to the guy that has slowly (smartly) inched back from you. “Never mind Eddie, I’ll just bum off of Rafe.”

You pat Eddie’s chest in what’s supposed to be a nice gesture. All Rafe thinks is that he’ll break your wrist if you do it again.

Rafe slips his tall body next to yours, chest brushing along your shoulder. His knuckles grip the railing behind you, half caging you in as he stares down the poor bastard. You don’t appear to notice the thickening tension, in your own little drunken world, waiting for your cigarette.

Eddie gives a forced chuckle, breaking Rafe’s glare. “Ok, sure. I’ll, um…I’ll see you in lecture.”

Fucking pussy.

You wave your hand as Eddie fleas Rafe’s murderous frown which turns into an easy-go-lucky slip of a smile as you look up at him. Rafe reaches into the front pocket of his button-down and pulls out his pack. Flipping the lid open with one finger, he dips his head down, inching closer to your face, teeth biting the end of a cigarette to pull it out. He flips it in his fingers and holds it out to you. Frustratingly, you shake your head no.

“I can’t smoke a whole one. Can I share it with you instead?”  

How sweet you are.

You actually hold his eye contact this time, the alcohol loosening you up just the way he needs. You turn your body towards him, leaning back with Rafe towering over you. Flickering the lighter, he presses the flame to the end, puffing in a breath before blowing out the smoke right in your face. Your hand waves around quickly in front of you.

“You asshole!” You laugh, tapping at his chest.

His hand swiftly catches yours, keeping it there as you feel his steady heartbeat. With his other hand, he pulls the cigarette out from between his lips and turns it so the end is now hovering by those plump lips.  

Just a small moment of hesitation crosses your pretty features and then your lips are puckering around the end, the cherry burning brighter as you inhale. His eyes are zeroed in at your mouth, a perfect little o as you slowly exhale the smoke to the left of him. Making him bark out a laugh when you blow the tail end of it right into his face.

“Where’s the moon tonight?” Rafe asks, nodding his head to the empty sky.

Your smile is wide as you turn your head up, giving Rafe a delicious view of the long column of your neck. “It’s a new moon.” Facing back, you give him that sweet smile. “Looks like it's just us and the stars.”

He’s close to you, his body heat transferring over to you, eyes blinking slowly at him. He brings the stick to your mouth again and this time there’s no pause as you take a hit.

“I always forget how much I actually hate cigarettes.” You chuckle, sticking your tongue out, hating the aftertaste.  

“Then don’t smoke.”

You roll your eyes. He lets you pull your hand away from his. “It gives me a nice little high.”

He can tell, your head rocking side to side as your eyes flutter. He can also see the imprint your lipstick has left on the butt, deliberately lining his lips with it.

“I can give you something better than that.” He says, smoke trailing out his mouth. You furrow your brows, raising one in question. He reaches back in his pocket, pulling out a little baggie of white powder. “Ta-da.”

Suddenly, you’re shy again. “I don’t know…”

“What? You only do coke on special occasions?”

“Something like that,” you say embarrassed, hand raising up to rub at your other arm. You give an awkward laugh. “Plus, I don’t even know where you got that stuff from!”

His eyes slightly narrow, nodding his head slowly. You’re a smart girl. But Rafe is always a step ahead.  

“This is the same coke Carson gave you on Halloween.” By your confused expression, Rafe interrupts your thought. “Who do you think Carson got the coke from in the first place?”

He doesn’t mean to sound condescending, but he’s getting so impatient the way you're just dangling yourself in front of him like the easiest fucking bait alive. Judging by the sour purse of your mouth, you don’t like that.

“I just meant you could trust me is all,” He softens his expression, handing you the cigarette this time.

Rafe can tell you're mulling it over in your head and goddamn it, he didn’t expect you to think when you’re this drunk. He doesn’t have much patience as it is and with how hard he is at just of thought of getting you alone, it’s kind of overwhelming him. You take another hit of the cigarette then blow the grey smoke out to the sky.

“Fine, I’ll give into your peer pressure.” Your words slur together a bit, a teasing tilt to your lips.

Taking keys out of his shorts pocket, Rafe scoops a key into the white dust, and balancing a small bump on the end of it, guides it to your nose watching as your eyes flicker up to him one more time before your leaning in, sniffing it.

Rafe doesn’t give you a moment before he’s surging downward, big hand gripping the side of your neck and bruising his lips to yours. Pressing your ass back against the rail as he tightens his hold when he feels your mouth open, tongue darting in to meet yours, swiping and tasting the combination of smoke and alcohol. Your lips are plush against his, molding so easily into the harsh press of his, shy tongue rolling across and barely pushing into his mouth. A low groan is shared to your mouth, making you smile and laughter vibrates his lips, making it difficult for him to kiss you deeper.  

“Come home with me,” Rafe mumbles, lips giving small pecks between his words.

“Oh, uh – ” Rafe doesn’t wait for an answer as he tilts his head and captures your lips perfectly.

The kiss gradually becomes harder, messier with Rafe’s body flushed to yours. Not knowing where to put your hands, you grip at the end of his shirt, pulling on it to bring him closer. You feel so good against him, even clothed and barely touching you Rafe is getting harder by the second.

Somewhere in the background of your little bubble, the tempo of the music increases to a techno beat which causes you to pull away from him, Rafe’s kisses pressing to the corner of your lips and then to your cheek.

“I love this song!” Is all you say before you’re grabbing ahold of his hand and pulling him back inside, too late for him to protest.

Rafe grumps but he follows your stumbles to the living room where you reunite with Louise who had been jumping around with other girls. You all squeal together and it annoys the shit out of Rafe but with the way he watches your increasingly clumsy movements, he decides it couldn’t hurt to stay for one more song. He does make sure your attention is back on him once he feels like you’ve had your fill of your friends, hands pulling your hips back to him. Bodies tight together as you begin to dance.

Your body moves like molten gold, all thick and slow, pressing into him as his hands start to roam over your hips. Fingers dragging up your sides, giving small squeezes just to feel you twitch and sigh out. Your head barely reaches his shoulder as you lean back, his hand following up and curling around your fragile throat.

Beautiful eyes rapidly move over his face, all dazed and euphonic, a slack smile beaming up at him. Rafe kisses you again, letting his fingers ever-so-gently squeeze, giving him the air out of your lungs. It’s only a taste of what he has in store for you tonight.

Your ass is grinding back on him, uncoordinated with the beat but you don’t seem to notice, just pushing up onto your tip toes to arch your back and kiss him more. He loves that others can see you like this, draped over him and showing everyone who you’ll be going home with.

At this point, Rafe is basically edging himself with your delectable body sliding up and down, so ready for the taking as he gives a small shove of his hips to your ass. He has licked and kissed away your lipstick, can feel your muscles grow heavy as your movements begin to slow. Now, is the perfect moment to whisk you away.

There’s no option for you to complain as his hand grips your wrist and tugs strongly, weaving between people. Louise is too busy dancing to notice your stumbling body getting dragged away. He knows how protective your friends are of you - he doesn’t blame them, but they can’t hide you away from him. He knows this was a rare chance, Louise wasn’t as observant as the others, not as protective, so it was perfect that it was only you two together tonight.

It’s only once the cool air is chilling your cheeks do you seem to rise from the fog that had overtaken your brain.

“Wait…” Voice slurred and heavy. “Lou – Lou is… inside. Gotta tell her.”

“Louise is fine and you’re a big girl, aren’t you? You can text her.” Rafe dismisses you easily.

His truck is parked right outside, opening the door and helping up into the seat. After buckling you up and settling himself in the driver seat, Rafe gives you a once-over. Your eyes are closed as you hum a nonsensical tune, hands rubbing at the leather, the smooth texture tickling your fingertips.

“Another bump for the road?”

The key is ready for you, Rafe holding it under your nose and your natural instinct is to sniff it without a thought.

Rafe smirks, hand extending out to soothe over your cheek, thumbing at your bottom lip. You struggle to open your eyes, half open as you turn to him, nuzzling into his warm hand. The feel of his rough fingers tightening on your cheek causes you to let out a shaky moan. Just the harsh breathing from Rafe is heard and then a mumbled fuck, and soon the rumble of the engine turning on.

He periodically watches you zone in and out during the drive to his place. Little random ramblings of the sky, your friends, and upcoming finals. He speeds there, maneuvering through the light traffic of 2 am.

He makes it in record time, eagerly leading you into his apartment building by the hand. Your dilated pupils bounce around the foyer, making slurred comments on the architecture and how modern it is.

In his eagerness, Rafe pushes you into the elevator when you take too long, your back bumping back against the mirrored wall. He can’t keep his lips off of you, of your mouth or neck, tongue slithering out to lap down your chest. Tasting the sweat of your skin, the smell of you filling his senses fully, growling back as you whine.

With the extra powder in your system, your body has to rely on his as he hurriedly walks to the door, fumbling with his keys in excitement. Your bodies are a flurry of movement across the entrance, door slamming shut blindly as hands grip your face hard, teeth clashing with hunger you’ve never felt before.

Rafe rips at your shirt, ruining it and letting the tethers float to the floor, giving you no time to morn as he pulls at your hips to his bedroom. He feels like a goddamn teenager about to lose his virginity, his heart pumping blood straight to his cock with every pulse. He makes quick work of your bra and reveals your full, perky tits. The sight of your heaving chest is so much fucking better than his imagination could conjure up, hard little nipples kissing the air with goosebumps spreading down.

Just a small push to your shoulder and your back is bouncing back on the bed, giggling stupidly as your arms rise over your head, stretching your body out.

“How you feeling, angel?” Rafe asks. He finds he likes the sound of your voice.

You toss your head side to side on the pillows, laughing more as his hands begin to slide down your tits, twerking your nipples before continuing his journey down.

“Feel…Feel like –” You grunt as you struggle to explain yourself. “Feels reallyyy good. You… You feel good.”

“Good.” Rafe smiles down at you, hands skimming your tummy, teasing at the waist of your skirt for a moment focusing on the way your stomach contracts. The skirt is wiggled off of your hips along with your black panties Rafe knows he will keep.

And now look at you. A sight to behold and only for him.

Completely naked, high, and pliant.

Rafe’s hungry eyes take their fill as his fingers pull at his shorts, not even bothering with his shirt. Cock throbbing and red from being teased all night long – no, for months long. Settling on his knees between your legs, he watches mesmerized as he parts your thighs wider, spreading those puffy lips of yours to expose a pink slit.

There’s a glistening sheen, and Rafe truly thinks you must be an angel sent down to torture him.

“You wet for me?” His voice is low, catching the way you preen, arching your back. Presenting to him.

With one hand around his cock, Rafe lines himself up to your clit. Spreading the gathering wetness, so silky and hot as he grinds his cock up and down.

“I – I –” You’re gasping like he’s already inside you. “I – see pretty colors.”

“Yeah?” Rafe’s breathing is heavy, short, his southern tang coming out. “Yeah, I see something real pretty too.”  

Blue eyes set on the glorious sight of his thick cock slowly stretching you apart, making room for him as you let out airy tiny moans. Your muscles are completely lax, making it easy for him to slide in you without having to stop because shit, you’re fucking tight. A honeyed layer of cushion enveloping all around him, yielding to the intrusion of his steel hard length, like softened butter getting sliced with a knife.

He can’t stop the bitten-out curses as he keeps going, watching as you take every inch until his hips are flushed to your inner thighs. Hands push at the back of your thighs to your chest, changing the angle as Rafe stays still inside of you, feet up in the air.

The new position feels differently the same, hot and wet but with more pressure added, nudging something deep inside you. Your groans are deep down in your chest, uncontrolled and free. Folded in half, Rafe clutches tightly on your plump thighs, groaning when his fingers dent your flesh the way he’s been wanting to since that first night he saw you.

You let out a broken cry, words jumbled together when you tell him to please, please move, need –

“Shhh, shhh. Gotchu angel,” Rafe promises as he pulls out to the tip, grunting when he slams back into you.

It’s a punishing pace. It’s what you deserve after invading him for so long, for hiding this perfect pussy that needs his dick.

Even with your body boneless on the bed, Rafe has to force it in with how tight you are, gritting his teeth as he uses all the strength he has to pound into you. And you take it so beautifully. Fingers crumpling his bedsheets, sweat peppering your hairline as your body is moved without your volitation. He has to press down on your thighs tighter so you stop bouncing up on the bed with each thrust he gives.

Sharp teeth drag anywhere they can get, your shoulders, chest, neck, tits. He needs to make sure you bare his markings, turning spots of skin into red and purple. Whispering praises of how well you're taking his cock, soothing your bruises with his tongue only to bite you again.

The lewd, slippery smacks combined with the squeaking of the bed add to the chorus of your fucking. Rafe’s cock piles straight down into you in messy thrusts, pushing his hips harder into you at different times just to see you engulf every inch of him. His breathing is ragged and curses fly when he uses the hold on your legs to support him just so he can look down.     

He can’t tear his eyes away from you. From your wet pink cunt, or your fluttering eyelashes, or your hair spilled across his bed. He needs to categorize every part of you in this moment. Your moans are louder now, higher pitched as Rafe continues to ram you.

Slipping a hand down Rafe rubs his thumb back and forth across your slick clit, a self-satisfied smirk blooming when you squeal. Your hips jolt up, only making him increase the pressure until you're keening long and loud, almost a scream and he can’t wait until next time when you’ll be cognizant enough to.

Rafe barely rubs your clit for a few minutes before you come on his cock. The rhythmic pulses have him snarling, struggling to push through your tightening walls as he continues to use you. Abusing that poor pussy as hard as he can, knowing you can’t feel half of the pain your body will remember in the morning. He has half a mind to cum inside you, but he wants you to truly remember when he does that for the first time.

For now, he forces himself deeper, harder until he’s right at the edge before pulling out and furiously tugging his cock as he comes all over you. Your name is ripped from his vocal cords along with moans that he can’t stop. Cum spurts up to the underside of your tits, a trail that leads all the way down to your cunt where more is painted on you.

Rafe admires his handiwork as your legs flop down to the bed, eyes closed and half-conscious. Looking so lovely all fucked out and used, his cum soaking into your skin, small hickeys speckling at the base of your neck to your chest.

Looking like a vulgar renaissance painting, pretty as a picture.

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Pieces of the Night: Mars is Bright Tonight

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk!

Notes: 4.4k words. Part 4!! starting to get darker, mind the tags ppl :)

The sun softly warms the top of your knees, arms wrapped around your legs as you sit on the lounge chair. Your bedroom sliding door is still open to let in the breeze. Heaving out a sigh, your mind moves sluggishly as you think back to last night.

After the group had led you back to the safety of the bonfire, you apologized for the scene you had caused. They refused to accept it, saying Rafe made a scene wherever he went. Still, you turned quiet as you looked for your sister. Lauren had been busy in the dunes with a kook and had missed the whole confrontation. Thank God for small miracles, you didn’t need her to be front row of your chaos.

Clearly, you had misjudged Rafe. You've heard he’s mean, but you had this annoying habit of seeing the good in everyone. That first night of meeting him had been nice. He was a bit of an asshole, but he had listened to you ramble and you thought he was sweet. My God, how wrong you were. You cried all last night once in bed. You would relax for a moment before remembering the picture he had of you, making you sob all over again.

But with the rising sun to cast light, so had your mind.

If Rafe did share that picture, you can report it as revenge porn, then he would be the one in trouble. You refuse to cower from a picture he had taken without your consent and try to hold it as blackmail. You would flip it on him just as quickly. Though, that didn’t make you any less shameful, feeling so stupid for having slept with him in the first place, for accepting that coke so easily.

Now that you're analyzing that night with wider eyes, you think maybe it wasn’t coke. At least, not fully. You had never felt that way with coke before. A more lightness, a feeling like you were drunk on drugs instead of liquor. You reason that it must’ve been cut with something else, giving you a bad high.

The only problem you’re stuck on is if you should tell anyone. Your friends? Lauren? The school?

The only ones to know the truth are the pogues, but you don’t want to involve them in your newfound drama. Rafe was probably right; they won’t want to do anything with you now.

A chirp of your phone interrupts your spiraling thoughts. A text from an unsaved number.

Hey, it's Sarah, do you wanna talk about last night?

Relief washes over you like cool water. Selfishly, you accept the lifeline Sarah has waved to you.

Yes please lol come over?

Your family is down at the beach and you blamed a headache for staying back. You burn a hole in the hardwood floors pacing for half an hour until Sarah texts that she’s here. Running down to the door you're greeted with a pleasant surprise as you look out to the driveway.

The brown van is parked crooked and filing out is all five of them. JJ waves his arm back and forth dramatically, smiling and bellowing your name.

JJ’s spirit makes you smile, leaning over the railing and waving back, beckoning them up. When they’re climbing the stairs, the rumble of an engine automatically turns your attention to the road. A truck drives past, slower than normal. You think it must be another tourist looking for their rental house.

Once they climb up the numerous stairs, Pope supports a hand against a pillar.

“Is it really necessary to climb mount Everest every time you come here?”

“No. There’s an elevator.” You smile innocently.  

“That’s mean,” Pope whines.

“Sorry about them, they’re kinda a package deal. Should’ve warned you.” Sarah rolls her eyes fondly.

“That’s ok, they’re pretty funny.”

You lead them inside, hearing the oohs and awws over the house. 

“Holy kook,” Pope wonders out loud.

Your face gets hot with embarrassed annoyance, you don’t want to be considered a kook if Rafe is one. Not wanting any more association with him than you already have. You skip over Pope's musing and sit on the couch with them.

“Soo… last night…” Sarah starts.

“Sucked! I hate when those kooks crash the party. It’s our side of the island.” JJ interrupts.

“I think Sarah was talking about what happened with Rafe and Y/N.” John B says.

“Oh, yeah. That. That sucked too. I mean for sure it did for you.” JJ gestures his long arms to you. “Who would sleep with Rafe anyway?”

Kie reprimands JJ with low mutterings while Sarah hits his knee. John B covers for him. “What JJ means is that everyone knows what a prick Rafe is. Just surprising someone as nice as you did.”

“How did that happen anyways?” Sarah pipes up. “Sorry to ask but my brother is crazy.”

You tell them the full story, unlike the version you had given your girlfriends, feeling a bit better knowing at least someone knows the truth. That Rafe won’t be able to hold it over your head with them.

“He must’ve taken that picture when I was sleeping, I never would’ve let him if I was awake.” You shrug lamely, that hot ball of fire of anxiety flaring in the uncomfortable silence. Sarah reaches over to place a hand on your knee, a comforting smile on her face.

“What a fucking creep.” JJ spits out, it looks like he wants to punch something. “We gotta delete that picture off his phone.”

“Yeah!” Pope exclaims. “We could break into Tannyhill and get ahold of it. Or better yet, break it.”

John B perks up like a puppy. “Sarah, you could get us in, right?”

“Of course, I know where he hides the key to his room.”

“No, no, please, don’t –” This feels like it's not the first time they’ve impulsively schemed before.

“Let’s do it tonight –”

“Perfect!”

“Me and JJ can –”

“No!” You yell.

Everyone’s head snaps at you, shocking even yourself when you realize you’re standing.

“Don’t you want that picture deleted?” Kie asks, tone condescending and face one of disgust.

“Of course, I do!” Anxiety fizzes at your chest, your arms crossing tightly across your chest. “But I don’t want you guys to get in trouble for me. This is my mistake; I can fix it myself.”

“We can’t just let him hold onto it; he could send it to anyone! Show anyone!” JJ panics.

“Let us help you,” Pope says in a gentle tone.

You’re shaking your head stubbornly as they talk over each other. “No. I can’t ask that of you guys. I’ll figure something out.”

They don’t easily back down you find, which in other circumstances you would appreciate. After more arguing and denying their help, they eventually give in with forlorn faces. It’s awkward and you look out the windows.

“Anyone wanna teach me how to surf?”

After trial and error, you finally get to ride the wave without falling off. It only took you three hours. You scream in victory, pumping your arms which unstable you, and slip into the water. Laughing as you come back up, you’re pushed right back down by JJ and John B ambushing you, lifting you back to hold you like a trophy. You can’t stop laughing as everyone cheers.

Breathless, you trudge out of the water and flop down next to Sarah. The others stay with the waves. Their lessons distracted you from your current situation and you genuinely had fun head barreling into cold waves again and again.

“My body is going to hurt tomorrow; I just know it.” You sigh lightly. “Totally worth it though.”

Sarah smiles at you, and after a moment of looking at you knocks her shoulders with yours. “I just wanted to say… I’m sorry about Rafe. Our family doesn’t know where he came from, I think he was switched at birth.”

You sigh deeper this time. “You don’t have to be sorry.”

“I know but being on the end of Rafe’s wrath isn’t fun. Trust me, I’ve experienced it one too many times.” You see sincere worry etched on her face. “Just…try and avoid him if you can.”

You slowly bob your head along in agreement, eyebrows shooting up to look at her. “Like the plague.” You say seriously.

Sarah’s lips press together in a smile before giggles ring out as you lean into each other. Comparing Rafe to other diseases and disasters with Sarah until your stomach hurts from laughter.

Shared laughter in times of pain feels better than crying alone.

🌙

The swoosh of the glass door opening has you arousing from a deep sleep. Surfing had exhausted you, so you’re slow to realize that someone is crawling into bed with you.

“Lauren?” Your eyes are still closed as you're curled onto your side. She has the tendency to come into your room during the night if she’s had a nightmare and sleep with you. The bed dips and sways with the gentle movement, but she doesn’t answer. “You’re such a baby, what nightmare did you have now?” You sleepily ask, turning onto your back to look at her.

A scream scratches at your throat, but the sound gets trapped by a hand.  

Above you is Rafe. Strands of hair shadow his eyes, his hand pressing your head to the pillow. Too shocked to do anything but blink up at him, your heart’s a hummingbird as it rams at the cage of your ribs. His blue eyes are steady as they stare at you, motionless like marble, just his chest expanding with each breath. It's silent as your eyes bounce along his face, from his set jaw to the straining tendons of his neck.

It's a limbo of eye contact, yours swimming with fearful tears as he barely blinks. Finally, Rafe inches his head down, nose skimming your cheek, the tip nudging at your healing cut. It circles to the apple of your cheek, tickling your peach fuzz as he makes his way to your ear.

A heavy inhale, then a groan. Rafe whispers your name.

Your body comes back to life, ankles kicking up into the air, struggling to open your mouth wider to scream. It’s easy for Rafe to grip your jaw tightly, the heel of his other hand pressing at the hollow of your shoulder as fingers curl in to anchor you down. His beautiful sharp features are pinched in anger, pink lips hidden in a thin line.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come for you, little angel?” His voice is a husk of a whisper, short nails grooving their way in the soft flesh of your cheeks.

You squeal in pain, in fear as you see violent desire burn in his eyes. There’s no anger overclouding you this time, no clever idea coming to mind. Just the pang of your heart as you realize you're entirely alone with him.

It doesn’t stop you from fighting. Balling your hands and hitting at his chest, forcing your elbows to straighten to push at his face. Rafe scowls, leaning his weight on his hand over your mouth, your teeth painfully grinding at the inside of your mouth as his other hand wrestles to take both your wrists. You push and push, moving as fast and hard as you can but it takes Rafe a minute to ensnare your wrists and pin them over your head.

He pants out loud, hard gusts of air while boring down on you. Fingers squeezing your wrists hard enough to where you feel skin move and glide over the bone, chafing together. You struggle not to make any noise, so he doesn’t get the satisfaction of knowing he’s hurting you.

“No pogues to save you here,” Rafe smiles cruelly. Your eyes don’t hold back the disdain you feel, a muffled grunt tickling his palm when you arch and throw your body back. “Your little tantrums aren’t going to work.” He responds, twisting at your wrists to make you cry out. “Now… are you going to be nice and quiet?”

His forceful hold on your mouth pulls on your face, forcing you to nod up and down. Rafe smiles wide with a condescending coo. “Good girl.”

Ever so slowly, he relives the pressure on your mouth. As much as you want to scream for help, you stay quiet knowing he can simply overpower you. You’ll have to wait for a better chance to escape.

Rafe waits, his hand at the ready for any small sound you’d make. You refuse to speak. He’s the one that broke into your room, surely, he can start the conversation he so desperately wants to have. You force yourself to look bored, though your body is rigid with fear and primed for flight.

Rafe half smiles. “You know… if you needed surfing lessons you could’ve just asked me.”

Your flat expression breaks. “Have you been stalking me?”

You don’t know why you’re surprised, after all, he knew where your rental was and broke in, but knowing he watched from afar is somehow more disturbing.

“Yeah, watched those pogues put their hands all over you, dirtying you with their touch.” His free hand strokes gently on your jawline to your chin, fingers drafting over your throat, a light press to the divot between your collarbones. The touch warrants unwanted goosebumps, you can feel the strength he holds back.

There are a couple of options you have right now.

You can interrogate him on why he’s here? How does he know where to find you? Is he going to delete that picture? You’d waste your breath however, Rafe could easily dodge them.

You can beg him to get off you, pout and cry to appeal to a softer, more rational side of him. You seriously doubt Rafe is ever rational.

They led to the same position – with him over you and in control.

One option left.

“I loved the way they touched me.”

Getting him angry.

And it’s so easy.

His blue eyes darken as he squints, teeth revealing themselves as his upper lip curls, lowering his face close to you again. His anger is near boiling as he opens his mouth to retaliate but with satisfaction, you steamroll over him.    

“Especially when JJ did. Had a much better time with them than with you and that shitty coke you gave me!” You spit out.

That should get him pissed off enough that he’ll loosen his grip, and you’ll be quick to take advantage, you’ll poke at his eyes, and then…

Rafe smiles. A genuine smile, the anger slipping off like oil. A curious tilt to his head before he chuckles. “Coke? Is that what I told you?” He laughs again, boisterous. “I’m sorry baby I think I switched my baggies that night. I gave you that Special K.”

Your head jerks back in confusion, eyebrows creasing as you blink rapidly. Fuck, you hate him for making you ask: “What’s that?”

Rafe enjoys the way he has flipped the tables so quickly on you, laughter still reverberating in his chest. “You don’t know what K is?” You shake your head. “Y’know, K. Vitamin K? Ket?” Rafe hums, delighted.

Fingertips resume their trail across your chest when he finally answers. “Ketamine.”

Ketamine? Isn’t that a horse tranquilizer? Your eyes wander off to look behind him at the wall, disoriented with frustration at yourself and loathing for him. Vaguely, you remember feeling different that night, not the typical high you got with coke. It felt almost indescribable, dream-like. Like your heart was floating in your chest. Deep down you knew it wasn’t fully coke, but to learn it was a different drug entirely…You should’ve never taken anything from him. Why did you ever leave Louise’s side that night?

“It made you nice and relaxed for me,” Rafe continues during your silence. Taking advantage of your deep thinking to smell at your hairline. “Made you so damn needy.” He groans, thrusting his hips, and only now do you feel his hard-on. “Let’s recreate that night.”

Your eyes snap back to him, squealing and bucking like a wild horse. “In your fucking dreams!”

Rafe twists your wrists, the rub burning with each struggle you give. “Oh, you don’t wanna know what I dream about.” His insistent grinding forces your thighs apart. “Should I show you?”

Abruptly, his hand is pulling at your pajama shorts. The fabric cuts into your squirming hips as you hear the pop, pop, pop of seams breaking. Your erratic movements don’t deter him, your shorts are pulled off and reveal plain panties. Letting out a loud cry, you hope your family will hear, though they’re on different floors and on the opposite side of the house.

“Oh, no. None of that.” Rafe patronizes and before you can blink, cloth is in your mouth. “Remember these? Kept them as a little memento of you.”

You gag as he keeps pushing it further in, your tongue flat beneath the material making you drool rapidly, soaking it. Coughing makes it worse, that instinctual urge to spew out the uncomfortable presence strong but Rafe holds it there until drool is pooling and you're forced to swallow some of it.

“Can you taste my cum?”

His question is genuine and involuntary you sense the taste. The tang of something stale fills your tongue. It’s then, do you realize that your mouth is stuffed with your missing underwear. You kick your legs out angrily, a hidden tear skipping down as you gag again. Rafe huffs out laughter like it's no effort to hold you with one hand, arm bulging just the slightest. All you can see is his stupid face, but the rustling of clothes is undeniable, and it isn’t yours this time.

Rafe pushes his shorts down just enough to slip his hard cock out, the tip bumping on your clothed cunt. Your hips jolt back as Rafe settles his knees wider, rotating your thighs up so your feet aren’t grounded on the bed. It fucks with your balance and therefore your struggles, legs hanging up uselessly. Desperately, you shake your head and widen your eyes innocently, hoping to find some mercy inside him. Rafe coos at you, telling you how pretty you look, his fingers deftly hooking your panties to the side, revealing your bare pussy to him. It’s humiliating, the way he looks down at you, like a stolen prize he gets to devour.

You expect to feel his cock, pushing into you but you're surprised when it's his fingers petting at your slit. Whining, you shift your hips around trying to invade him, his touch oddly soft and exploring. Thumb pressing at your clit, circling and experimenting between various pressure. Rafe smirks when a strained moan is muffled.

“I dreamt about those lovely sounds you made. You could hardly get them out from how high you were.” Rafe reminisces, eyes bouncing between your face and pussy.

Fingers twisting, he angles his index and middle finger into you without warning. Squeezing your eyes shut, you bite on the fabric, ignoring the wet sensation covering his fingers. Shallowly, Rafe pumps his fingers in and out, a slight curl to them to hit at more sensitive spots. Pleasure steadily builds, the swipe of his thumb pulls at the hood of your clit, exposing the sensitive nub. The arch of his thumb is then rubbing on it, high whines stifled as your legs jerk.

His fingers pull out, your eyes popping open when you feel wet flesh trace at your lips. Vision blurry with tears, it takes a moment for everything to come into focus. Rafe is breathing heavily, mouth open in a half smile, fingertips smearing your juices across your lips. With you immobilized, Rafe looks like a sleep paralysis demon come to life. Hunched over as he nurses on your fear with pleasure. Rafe can’t keep his eyes still now, roving around your face, your tears to your chest. Dragging his hand down, he lifts your tank and reveals your bare tits. Your nipples are hard as you cave your chest in, trying to hide. The graze of his touch turns piercing when he twists your nipple, cruel laughter mixing with your yelps. He goes from one nipple to the other. Twisting, plucking, squeezing, making your nipples the most sensitive they’ve ever been. Sensitive skin reddening with the constant rough treatment. A single sweep of fingertips have you bowing your back in agonized pleasure, your tears soaking into your hairline.

One last squeeze and then Rafe’s hand is tugging your underwear to the side. Wildly, you shake your head no, grunting screams that shake your throat as your legs tense and kick. Your feet only find air and your throat finds Rafe’s hand around it. A warning squeeze.

Rafe chuckles, mocking a pout. “Don’t make me drug you again.”

He lets go of your throat to grip his cock, slapping it on your slit a few times, sliding it through your folds to coat himself. The tip pokes at your hole which makes your body tense up, but Rafe follows your body like the waves, pushing in and then back.

“Gotta relax or this’ll hurt far more than you’ll like,” Rafe mutters.

Your panties hide your curses at him, your body doing the opposite as your entrance tightens more. Rafe’s eyes flicker up at you in irritation. He crooks his head and forces halfway in. Even with the panties absorbing your screams, the gurgling of them is clearly heard, body twisting this way and that. Your tears run like constant rivers, the thick width of his cock burning its way in as you’re forced to stretch open. You work your pelvis floor and lower ab muscles to squeeze him out. Rafe grits his teeth as he stops moving his hips.

“Fuck.”

You’re too rigid for him to keep sliding in, not wet enough for his length to sneak deeper. His the biggest you’ve ever had, and you aren’t prepped enough to take him. Rafe’s determined though, rolling, and thrusting, filling you until his hips are flushed to you. Groans spill from him, some of them overpowering your own. The pressure of his cock is deep, that uncomfortable twinge pulling at the inside of your belly button. Once he has every inch inside you, he stalls for a few breaths, his eyes half lidden as he stares at the conjunction between you.

When he begins to pull back, you expect him to go all the way, but Rafe is always full of surprises. He pulls back a bit, only to ram right back in. It hurts to be so split open like this, knocking at your cervix with each harsh nudge, balls slapping at your ass. The grip on your wrists has made the skin numb, the other hand pushing down on your stomach when you arch your back to escape. You feel so full like you're going to burst at the seams like you’re breaking.

His hand creeps down to your hip, fingers gripping so hard the flesh is bubbled between the web of his fingers, pressing hard until your hips are tilting against the bed. The angle allows his cock to massage your top walls more acutely, slicking his cock to smoothly thrust in and out. It’s humiliating to be so wet for something your mind knows is wrong, a war on your body as the pleasure is infusing through the roadways of your nerve endings until your whole body is under a constant state of quivering.

“F-Fuck, I remember every second of that night.” Rafe grunts, head hanging as he watches the way his dick glistens before snapping his hips again. “The way you opened for me, so sweet. So eager.” The animalistic moans he lets out are almost as obscene as the sound of your slippery pussy.

“So fucking – shit – tighter now. Trying to push me out. Not goin’ anywhere until I cum in this pussy.”

The bed shakes back on the wall from how hard he drives his cock down, the slide getting easier with every thrust. The smell of him is tickling your senses suddenly and you realize you’ve closed your eyes. His mouth is hot along your trembling skin, lips smoothing the goosebumps that don’t seem to go away. Noisy, sloppy kisses imprint on your collarbones to your tits, a keening moan heard in your throat when his mouth envelopes one nipple. You almost forgot how sensitive they were. Your ribs twitch from the sucking, the tip of his tongue torturing you as it sends electric tremors down to your stomach. It's like you’re walking backwards to your doom because you don’t even know you're at the edge until you’re tripping at the point of no return when your body freezes.

It's painful when you cum, like a knot has wormed around your muscles, locking up in a spasm. An aching hurt of pleasure twists you up, coiling like a snake as you just keep cumming because Rafe won’t stop. Won’t stop his brutal pounding as he praises you with good girl, that’s it, take it, take it. Won’t stop pushing his cock in like he’s trying to make a home inside you, right underneath your ribcage.

Rafe’s moans reach their own high peak, vibrating into your breastbone and somewhere in the fog, you realize your wrists are free. Both of his arms are tucked under your back, crashing your chests together. The jerking of his cock feels odd in you, knowing he’s pouring his cum into you, but too fucked out to do anything. All you can think is thank God for birth control.

Time slows, Rafe holding you with relaxing muscles, barely there, slow kisses anywhere he can reach. The gentleness annoys you. With what little strength you have, you push at him until he lands next to you on the bed. Coughing while you gag, you take your drenched panties out of your mouth, heavy drool stringing along and then breaking as you throw them wherever, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

“Get out,” Your voice is raspy. “You got what you wanted."

Before you can move out of the bed to clean yourself up and cry in the bathroom, Rafe’s arm hooks over your stomach. Warm breath fogs over your shoulder and you grimace when his wet cock nudges at the back of your thigh. You haven’t gained enough energy to fully struggle in his hold, just a growl and a weak elbow to his abs.

“Aw, sweet angel.” He kisses the nook of your neck. “That night…Did you think I only fucked you once?”

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Pieces of the Night

Summary: It's your last year of college and you're just trying to make it through but what happens when Rafe Cameron sets his sight on you?

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk.

Notes: 2.4k words. this is just the beginning >:)

Moon Dance

The Halloween party was in full swing, dull red bulbs the only source of light inside the frat house. Cheap decorations lined the walls, fog low to the ground hiding the sticky floor. It was the last party for the holiday, so, therefore, the biggest one.

Rafe moves through the throngs of people to get to the kitchen and he thinks that maybe the Top Gun costume was a terrible choice from how hot it was. But Topper and Kelce wanted to model the men in the movie and the uniforms were sick. He’s barely a foot in the room, heading towards the fridge where his beer awaits, when someone calls out his name.

“Ayo, Rafe! Come here, man.”

It’s Carson, a fellow brother that is surrounded by four girls. Rafe huffs but goes over, Carson is more tolerable than others.

“Babe, this is the VP, Rafe. Rafe, this is my girlfriend Daniella and her friends.” Carson’s voice is a bit muffled from his batman mask as he gestures to the dark brunette next to him. She’s dressed in a tight pleather bodysuit with cat ears.

“Oh, we know Rafe,” Louise and Andi smile together. Technically, he’s met all three of them before at different mixers over the years, but even in frats and sororities, he couldn't remember everyone.

Louise is in a nurse costume, though he suspects she got the outfit from a lingerie shop the way the lace reveals her body. Andi’s black hair is braided into pigtails with a cowboy hat. He can’t help his eyes from dipping down to the tightly bowed shirt that pushes her tits up.

He’s about to counter but he realizes that there are four of them, but one hasn’t spoken up. Looking content to just let the conversation flow even if that means skipping over you.

“And who is this?” Rafe rises an eyebrow, eyes focusing on you.

Your back to the wall, he watches as your shoulders slump forward a bit, trying to hide unconsciously.

“Y/N.” A shy smile on your pink lips before you hide behind the cup as you take a sip.

Compared to the others, you’re a little more modestly dressed. And in all white. Wearing a crop top and flared skirt that reaches just above your mid-thigh. Sheer thigh highs wrapped around long legs, small fluffy wings peeking from the back, and to top it off with a halo headband. Cute.

“I’ve never seen you before, what sorority you in?”

Your eyes go a bit wide, a small laugh bubbling out. “Oh, no, I’m not in one. Just roommates with these three.”

“Ah.” So, you’re one of those.

“And she’s the bestest roomie ever! We love our little Y/N so much.” Andi pipes up next to you, her arms squeezing you, much drunker than the rest of you.   

Rafe drags his eyes over your body, a limited preview of your smooth skin but certainly not giving him enough. Pretty but from the way you shyly look away with a blush, you seem like a prude. Boring. He wondered what such a good girl like you was doing here. So, he skips his eyes over you and engages in conversation with the group.

As people filter in and out of the kitchen, moving between and around your group, others come and say hi which isn’t surprising in itself. It’s that most often than not, they know you too. It perks Rafe’s interest. Makes him look at you more as you interact with others around you. You give the same sweet smile but it's always genuine with each person. Even with other frat guys you smile and hug and give your undivided attention to. Why didn’t you do that with him?

Excited girlish squeals fill the room when one girl, with a known reputation of being a bitch, hops with you as you greet each other. She pulls you from the group to the counter where he watches you drown a shot together. Face twisted up from the taste, your laugh echoing in the small room as the girl drags you away and out of sight.

Rafe feels stupid once you leave, realizing he had been focused on you for the better part of the last half hour. Taking a swig from his beer, Rafe tells himself he was just bored and that’s why he was fixated on you. He needs to get laid. It's Halloween for god’s sake.

He intends to go do just that but one of the brothers ropes him in a game of beer pong. It almost makes him forget about how your crop top strained across your chest, how the sliver of skin kept demanding his attention.

He misses his next shot because of a flash of white in the living room, his eyes finding you dancing with your friends. Twirling that skirt around until it threatens to reveal what's underneath, fingers tangled with Daniella’s as you shimmy your bodies.

Throughout the game, his eyes keep roaming over to you, and his frat brother is laughing and egging him on as he’s losing for once. Rafe doesn’t understand why his attention keeps swaying to you, drinking in your twisting body more than his beer. You dance like any other girl at the party, throwing your head back in laughter, sashaying your hips side to side, yelling out the lyrics you love especially.  

There are cheers on the other side of the table that break Rafe’s concentration on you, looking down he sees that there’s a ball in his last cup. He officially lost.

With a sneer, he chugs the remainder of his drink and when he’s done, his eyes automatically look for you. Only to find, he lost you too.

Chris claps him on the back, gripping his shoulder and shaking it with laughter. Rafe rolls his eyes, pushing him off of him until he relents but then leans over to yell by his ear.

“Come on, let’s go to the back.” His friend nudges at his shoulder.

Rafe readily agrees, leading the way to one of the back rooms that are accessible only to a few. He can’t wait to put you in the back of his mind. What did he find so interesting about you anyways?

The door is cracked open, the music a bit muffled this far from the living room. Chris makes a stupid joke that has Rafe chuckling as he pushes the door open to –

To you snorting coke.

Your head is bent down, your long hair spilling down the side of the coffee table. You pull your head up with a loud sniffle, a gentle finger pressing at your nostril to check that you didn’t miss any.

You catch eyes on him as he froze in the doorway, giving him one of those sweet smiles. Daniella is next to you as she takes her turn to dip her head down. Rafe’s feet carry him to the edge of the couch where you sit.

“Never thought I’d see an angel do coke before.”

You turn your head up, your eyes batting up at him as his words hit you. Your pupils are blown wide and fuck, it makes you look sweeter.

“Isn’t that why it's called angel dust?”

You ask it so confidently, so naïvely that Rafe has to laugh.

“No, wrong drug.” He says with a shake of his head.

Rafe smirks cruelly at your embarrassed frown. 

“Oh well,” the wave of your hand is jerky, unsure. “Making my way down to hell anyways.”

“Care for some company then?”

“Sure.” You chirp, scooting down the couch to allow him some room, Chris making himself comfortable on the opposite couch.

Daniella gives him a skeptical eye but doesn’t say anything, clearly knowing his reputation. His thigh is pressed to your own and flickering his gaze down he can see your skirt has risen a few inches up, revealing more skin. The top lace of your stockings slightly digs around the meat of your thigh and suddenly he’s fucking starving.

“Is this your first time?” Rafe asks, stretching his arms out back on the couch. His fingers dangerously close to your shoulder.

You scrunch your nose at him. “No, why?”

That shocks him even more, all he can do is shrug. “Didn’t think you were the type.”

“Is there supposed to be a type?” You tilt your head. How can you look so innocent still? Before he can answer you speak again, “Wait - what type do I look like?”

“Like a good girl.”

And oh, he does not miss the way you try and hide your blushing smile, your hands playing with the end of your skirt. Daniella pulls you back in conversation before he can continue to dissect you, other people coming up to him and distracting him.

He had pegged you in his mind as a goody two shoes, a boring girl that wouldn’t be caught dead doing this. But it wasn’t your first time and he wondered what other firsts you’ve crossed off your list. He’s captivated now, a wild card with the looks of a sweet, unsuspecting girl. Was it just the angel costume throwing him off?

Your name is called out with Daniella’s, Louise in the doorway pouting. “Andi is throwing up.”

A little gasp leaves your lips, without a thought you’re up and moving toward Louise. “Is it bad?”

Louise nods, slurring her words. “Yeah, I think she needs to go home.” By the pout she gives again she isn’t ready to leave.

You reach out a hand to her shoulder, rubbing it affectionally. “I’ll take her home, don’t worry about it.”

You give Louise instructions to go back to Andi, and head over to Daniella who has a worry crease in her forehead. With the sudden standing, you’re wobbling on your feet.

“I’m going to get, uh, a uber and go home with Andi.”

“I’ll come with-“

“No, no. You guys stay, I’ll be okay- “

“But -“

“I can take you home.”

Rafe tells himself he offers just to shut you both up. You blink those dark eyes at him, stunned but you turn your head to Daniella, a question in your eyes. Somehow you two have a wordless discussion before Daniella is turning to Carson, the same question this time whispered in his ear. Carson nods to her and then gives a comforting smile to you. Rafe is actually getting pretty annoyed with this secret exchange and is about to take back his offer when you speak up.

“Yeah, yeah, ok. I’d really appreciate that Rafe.” Another small smile from you compels him to get up.  

“Let’s go then,” He sighs like he didn’t offer himself like a sacrificial lamb.

Maybe it's the late witching hour. 

You follow him out after a quick promise to Daniella to text her when you get home, spotting Louise who is just leaving the bathroom with Andi. Rafe doesn’t offer his help as the two of you support the drunken girl, leading you out of the house and down the street to his truck.

You do the same song and dance with Louise that you did with Daniella, reassuring her that you were going to be okay. Louise is much easier to convince and walks back to the house, but you don’t get in until you see her disappear through the front door. He expects you to get in the passenger seat but instead, you close the door behind you in the back. Andi’s head placed on your lap as your fingers comb through her knotted hair. 

After telling you the simple directions, it's quiet in the truck for a few moments, but Rafe could never be quiet for long.

“So, what are you majoring in?” He peeks through the rearview mirror to look at you. “Environmental science? Journalism?” Useless majors in his book.

“Good guesses, I thought about both of them.” You don’t look up from Andi, who is already passed out, fingers softly pushing her hair out of her face. “Data analytics.”

“Huh.” Again, he was wrong.

You look up at his soft reply, grinning. “My turn.” You make a show of thinking, eyes rolling this way and that.

“Definitely a business major type…but which one? Could cross out the lame ones like international and human resource. Might be a finance bro-" At the look of his sneer, you laugh. “Ok, not finance. That leaves me with… Entrepreneurship?”

A scowl is written across his face but it only makes you laugh brightly. “I got it right, didn’t I?”

“Lucky guess.” Rafe mumbles.

You hum in success, leaning back in your seat, not realizing you had inclined forward in your excitement. Soon, the truck is slowing to a stop in front of your apartment. You shake Andi awake, who grumbles and slurs incoherently as you pull her down to her feet on the sidewalk. Rafe is shutting his door when he hears your sharp intake of breath.

“What?” He snaps.

He quickly circles the car so he can land his eyes on you but you're looking up to the sky.

At his harsh command, you startle. “What?”

Your eyes focus on him now, Andi’s arm around your slim shoulders as you and him look at each other confused.

“You’re the one that gasped, not me.” His tone is angrily confused.

“Oh. Sorry.” You give a sheepish grin before turning back to the sky. “It’s a full moon.”

“So?”

“Sooo, it's a full moon. On Halloween! I totally forgot there was one tonight, it only happens like every 17 years or something and since the lunar phase is about 29-ish days that means this is the second one this month and that’s why…”

You slowly stop your sentence when your gaze comes back to Rafe’s blank stare. The upturn of your lips straightens, pink tongue swiping out to wet them. Dark blue eyes track the movement. You shrug.

“Anyways. Thank you for dropping us off. I owe you one.” You say it so sincerely that Rafe knows he will be cashing out on this debt sooner rather than later.

“I’m counting on it,” Rafe smirks, a hint of teeth showing.

A breeze blows by then, a shiver racking at your shoulders, but it might be more from his predatory gleam that the moonlight catches. You smile again, waving your hand once and then guiding Andi up to the building. You give one more look over your shoulder, seeing him standing there with his hands in his pockets.

Once out of sight, Rafe sighs long and hard. He lifts his head up to squint at the sky. The moon hangs heavy and fat, the round edges crisp as thin clouds float over, so bright most of the stars aren’t seen.

Just the inky black sky and the moon lighting its way through.     

Rafe smiles.

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[youaremyhome]

Pieces of the Night: Morning Dew, Sunrays & A Bad Moon Rising

Warnings: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader, 18+ NSFW, smut, HEAVY non-con/dub-con, drug use, possessive behavior, DARK. Read at your own risk!

Notes: 4.1k words. part 3 of the series that is slowly taking over my waking thoughts.

You know you aren’t in your own bed when you wake up.

The smell of musk and cologne are dead giveaways without opening your eyes, the body heat radiating at your back another one.

Besides that, you can barely think of anything else except for the painful throbbing at your temples. You groan in the back of your throat, hand covering your eyes and pressing in to ease the pressure. You feel like absolute shit and you vow that you are never drinking tequila again. The memories of last night are blurry at best and totally blank at others.

Glancing over your shoulder, you're greeted with the back of a head, dirty blonde hair ruffled as his bare back rises and falls with light snores. Memories struggle to resurface, just flashes of Rafe kissing you, hands groping you desperate and rough.  

Delicately, you slink your body out of bed, but once you do it's a mistake because holy shit your body hurts. It’s an all-over ache, muscles shivering like you have the flu. Legs protesting as you start to move about the room, a twinge of pain zipping up between your thighs.  

You almost want to go back under the warm covers, only the thought of facing Rafe sober is not an option for you. So, you gather up your belongings hurriedly.

The top you borrowed from Andi is missing and your panties but you don’t want to run the risk of him waking up, so you pick up a shirt from the floor. You also put on a grey zip-up since it’s chilly now in Chapel Hill and you don’t know how long it’ll take you to get back home, you’re sure he won’t miss it.

You don’t look back when you slip out of the door.

🌙

“I still cannot believe you slept with him!”

“I heard he’s big! Tell me it's big!”

“I’m just happy you finally got some dick.”

You roll your eyes at that last comment made by Louise, sticking your tongue out childishly. You’re all sat around the dining table, nursing hangovers over copious amounts of coffee and junk food at 1 pm.

“Yeah, but by Rafe Cameron?” Daniella tsks. “The guy's a psycho. I saw him punch out a dude for no reason.”

“Who cares?” Andi pipes up. “It’s not like she’s dating him or anything.”

“Still,” Daniella rubs at her eyebrow as she looks over at you. “I don’t trust him.”

“Dan, it was a one-night stand. He’s probably forgotten my name by now anyways.” You smile, patting her hand to pacify her worrying.

The girls hounded you for information about last night when they discovered you in bed, making coffee in exchange for the sordid details. They giggled over your wobbly legs and dark hickeys, listening intently as you told the story of last night. The modified version. How you and Rafe started talking, dancing, doing coke together before leaving with him. You’re nervous about the reactions that would ensue from the truth.

The truth: you don’t remember last night. And the parts you did; you’d rather forget.

Forget the dizzying effect he had on you, the shameless way you had moaned for it.

You don’t remember specifics, just the sensations throughout the night. Being incredibly drunk to let off stress, loose and languid with words and movements. Then the soft head buzz from the cigarette and being so close to Rafe. The shine of a key. An entirely new sensation, one you’ve never felt before. Like…floating, in a sky of warm water. Strong arms buoying through the waves, towing you from a loud living room to a quiet bedroom with a snap of his fingers.

Hushed words shared across your skin, the heavy pleasure of him inside you, fingers molding into your form. You had the bruises to confirm those hazy memories.

Not wanting to concern them, you let them believe you were soberer than you actually were. They fussed over you too much as is, the mistakes you made were wholly your own.

“Are you going to California?” Andi’s question snaps you back into the conversation. Oh, they were talking about winter break.

“Actually, my parents rented a house somewhere called the Outer Banks?” You take a sip of your coffee, trying to remember what your mother had said. “Supposed to be beachy and lowkey, I’m sure it’d be fun.”

Later and alone, you think of Rafe, wondering what he’d say next time you see him. If you see him. It was a large school with too many parties to choose from. He was a frat boy that probably has had countless one-night stands, last night couldn’t have been any different. And you were fine with that. Rafe seemed too intense for you anyways, a dark aura about him that intimidated you when you thought too much about it.  

If you’ve managed to not have met him until now, what are the chances of seeing him again so soon?

🌙

Staring out the wide picture windows of the living room, you watch the water lap at the sand before it recedes. It’s impressive that there are so many houses right on the beaches, three to four-story homes stacked on stilts to withstand the tides. Brightly colored siding with wrap-around pouches for each level, sand-dusted stairs leading to the water, cottages on steroids with towers and windows.

It felt like you were dropped in the middle of a Nicholas Sparks book.

A few windows are open to let in the fresh breeze, smelling the salt and hearing the waves ripple. The vaulted ceilings echo the cries of seagulls, the cozy coastal design making you want to melt into the couch.

You’ve been in the Outer Banks for a few days, the view of the ocean so unbelievably close was breathtaking each time you saw it. It was quiet here, warm tranquility that had you lazing around the house. Not doing much other than spending time with your family.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Due to the open floor plan, when you look over your shoulder you can see your sister take water out of the fridge. She throws a teasing smile. “Promise to be patient.”

You snort, remembering the last time you went golfing with them. It ended with the two of you arguing to tears and abandoning the game.

“Oh, Lauren leave her alone.” Your mom tuts as she walks in, followed by your dad.

“What are you going to do today?” Dad asks, smiling gently.

“I don’t know, might walk the beach or something.”

“Well, just be careful. And put on sunscreen, and –”

You don’t really listen as mom continues to talk and gather her things, already heard the same demands being made for the past week. Regardless, you nod along to her words until they’re leaving out the front door, calling out ‘love you’s and ‘good luck'.  

Though you love your family dearly, it's nice to have some alone time without your parents hovering over you, or Lauren wanting the latest gossip.

After you change into a sweater and shorts, you head down to the garage where there’s various outdoor equipment for free use. Picking the baby blue bike with a wicker basket will be perfect for a peaceful ride around town.

It’s mild and sunny, the direct hit of the rays warming you while the breeze cools you, admiring all the houses scattered about. After a while, shops begin to pop up, the coastal style similar to the surrounding residences. Passing by cute restaurants and even a sheriff's office that you mistake for a house.  

You’re so busy taking in the scenic view that you don’t see the jagged rock that punctures your front wheel, quickly losing control and toppling over.

“Argh!”

It’s too late to catch yourself, your cheek skids across the pavement, kneeing the ground hard as the bike crashes alongside you. Groaning, you hoist yourself up to your butt, waiting for the world to stop spinning. You gingerly touch at your face, hissing and pulling it back to see bits of blood smeared on your fingertips. You mutter as you move your knee around, concluding it’ll be fine, just bruised.

You hear a rumble, and as it gets closer you lift up your head to see what car and its passengers are to witness your terrible fumble. It’s an old Volkswagen van and surprisingly, it’s pulling off the road and stopping.

Two boys hop out, beachy and blonde as they jog over to you.

“You ok?”

“Nah, bro, she just did a 360 with that thing!”

“It’s called being polite, man.”

“Polite my ass, it’s a stupid fucking question. The girl has blood on her face!”

“JJ, don’t be a dick –”

“I’m not, just stating a fact –!”

“I’m ok,” You finally say, breaking their bickering.

Both boys turn their attention back to you, the one with the bandana leaning down to help you up. Once on your feet, you brush yourself off, more scraps along your legs from the gravel.

“That shits ruined,” The one with the red baseball cap states, nodding down to the bike.

You curse as you see the busted tire, toeing at it with your shoe. Totally ruined. You sigh, mind running through what to tell your parents, the cost it would be to fix it.

“Do you need a ride back home?” Bandana suggests with an easy smile.

Maybe you shouldn’t get in a van with two unknown males but they have an open air of friendliest that has you agreeing. They introduce themselves as JJ and John B. The van is comfy and bounces with each little bump, but the ride is made fun by the way they fight like an old married couple, laughing on the way. When you turn up to your road stretched with houses, JJ lets out a low whistle.

“Should’ve known you were a kook,” He utters but gives a quick wink.

“Huh?”

“Oh, never mind, a touron.”

“He means a tourist,” John B clarifies after a smack to JJ’s chest.  

“Oh, uh, yeah, I am.” You awkwardly reply, not sure if it's good or bad slang for you.

Parking in front of the house, you all jump out. John B lifts the bike out and carries it to the inside of the garage. JJ follows leisurely, a blunt hanging from his lips as his eyes roam over you.

“There’s a kegger tonight,” He blows a thick cloud out. “You should come.”

You don’t know these boys but they seem completely harmless, so you grin. “Yeah, that sounds great. Can I bring my sister?”

“If she looks anything like you, hell yeah.” His smile is mischievous and cute, that southern accent working like a charm on you.

“See you tonight, then.”

You wave them off after getting their numbers, watching as their van lumbers off on the sandy pavement.

When Lauren and your parents get back home, your mom’s concern over your scrape clouds her mind over the fact that you totaled the bike. Once the pleasantries are over, you excitedly pull Lauren over to a hallway where your parents can’t hear.

Wigging your eyebrows, you whisper:

“You up for a party?”

🌙

The Boneyard, as the guys had called it, is a beach with big pieces of driftwood that surrounds a bonfire. There are plenty of people milling around, the light of the fire sparkling off the sunset waves. You feel like you're a freshman again, going in blind with one companion in a sea of strangers.

Your sandals get heavy with itchy sand as you walk, the bonfire giving little warmth as you tug at your sleeves over your hands. Lauren leads you to the keg on the other side of the circle where John B is sitting with a pretty blonde as he serves others beer. JJ is close by talking adamantly with another boy, a girl laughing at his ridiculous motions.

“Hey John B,” You wave cheerfully and then gesture to your right. “This is Lauren, my sister.”

“Hi,” Lauren smiles as he fills up her cup.

“Hi, Lauren The Sister! This is my girlfriend, Sarah.” John B and Sarah share a knowing smile, his finger tugging at a scrap of fabric tied to her neck.

JJ comes bounding over, breaking their sweet moment, and calling out your name. “You made it! With your hot sister too!”

Your sister bashfully smiles and there are more introductions made, Kiara wigging her fingers in greeting and Pope shaking your hands politely. Kie immediately starts chatting with you and find you both have a great love for the environment. You love her spunky attitude, going off on different tangents together. You can tell that the group is close-knit, making jabs at each other one minute and the next telling the great adventures they had over the summer. They’re a bit younger than you and you wonder how they were able to buy all of this alcohol.

As night settles over, more people crowd the beach, music flowing through the open space. Lauren has moved to a different group, saying she met them earlier at the golf course. They dress differently, with khakis and bright polos like they’re middle-aged men. You stay with John B and the others, liking their rowdy and humorous vibe, snickering with the girls when one of the guys does something stupid.

Sarah convinces you to shotgun a beer together, though you're not good at chugging and end up sputtering, liquid dripping down your chin. They laugh and hoot in comradery, lessening your embarrassment and you holler with them.

“Yo, Sarah, what's your bitch ass brother doing here?” JJ asks, his arms hooking over yours and Sarah’s shoulder.

Sarah sighs annoyed, her eyes darting around until they seem to find her target. “He knew we would be here.”

It's human nature for you to search for her brother though you don’t know what he looks like. But two things happen at once.

1. Sarah scoffs, “Rafe can never leave us alone.”

2. You see Rafe Cameron.    

Which can’t be possible, can it?

You're in the middle of a small beachside town you’ve never heard of and he’s here? There has to be a mistake, a doppelgänger of Rafe from afar and your mind is playing tricks on you.

There he is though, hair strands brushing along his eyebrows, pink lips parted and nostrils flared, board shoulders pulled back. He’s wearing a grey Henley and dark jeans and he’s walking straight for you. Foolishly, you freeze in place with wide eyes like watching a car crash. Worse, you're the one about to be hit and all you can do is stare at the unstoppable object coursing to you.

You feel JJ’s lips at your ear, breath tickling it as he asks if you’re alright, arm sliding down so his hand can squeeze your arm comfortingly. He says your name again, and a second voice echoes it.

“What are you doing here?” Rafe looks just as confused as you, but with irritation bleeding in as well. With him up close now, his eyes solely focused on you. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as his tongue rolls down on his bottom lip, eyes darting down to your arm and then back to your face.

You can’t help the heat that builds in your chest remembering that tongue on your skin, those teeth that seemed like they wanted to puncture you.

“You know this kook douche?” JJ’s astonished question has you breaking out of your trance.

“We go to the same school…” You trail off, giving Rafe a shy smile.

“Oh, I know Y/N very well.”  

The implication is clear. You're not ashamed of having a sex life but the way Rafe says it has humiliation licking at your face. You can’t unglue your eyes from Rafe’s, willing tears not to come from his leer at you. Grimacing, you cross your arms together, your body reclining back but Rafe follows you like gravity. When JJ feels you shift in discomfort, he stands tall and shoulders his way in front of you and Sarah.

“How about you go back to daddy’s house and stuff your nose with coke, hmm?”

Rafe’s gaze unlocks from yours to sneer at JJ. “At least I have the money to afford it you dirty pogue.”

JJ shoves Rafe and yelling commences as John B and Pope are hasty to join, blocking you as Kie comes to tug at you, whispering furiously what happened? Clearly, your new friends don’t like him, there’s bad blood between them, so quietly you tell the girls, “We slept together. Once.”

More frenzied questions are thrown your way but you’re too overwhelmed to answer. With the shock of seeing Rafe fading away, you frown at the animosity he has for them. You had assumed when John B and JJ talked about it, that it was a hometown rivalry, the old tale of rich versus poor. But with the way Rafe is priming for a fight, it appears to run deeper than that, something you wouldn't be able to understand as an outsider.

Doesn’t make it any less stupid.

Rafe is completely engaged now with JJ and John B now, Pope holding Kie and Sarah back as they’re all shouting. Racking a hand through your hair agitated, you turn and walk away, listening to the words of kook and pogue repeat over themselves.

You walk down to the shore, cold water seeping into your sandals. Arms crossed tightly to your chest, your mind whirls with the pure odds of vacationing in Rafe Cameron’s hometown. The weird coincidence of him being here tonight. This is not the same Rafe you met on Halloween night or the week before, sure he wasn’t the friendliest but he seemed to listen and you liked that. This was the Rafe Daniella warned you about. Your thoughts block out the shouting, so perhaps that’s why you don’t respond to it when it gets closer.    

“Hey! Hey!”

Fingers wrap around your upper arm, spinning you on the spot and coming face to face with an out-of-breath Rafe.

“Where in the hell are you goin’?” Rafe grounds out through clenched teeth.

“What and stay for that pissing contest?” You ask sarcastically. Pulling your arm down to try and dislodge his grip. Instead, he jerks you closer. “Let go of me.”

“I – what happened to your face?” The switch from anger to worry is unsettling, lowered eyebrows rising up on his forehead. His hand comes up to brush his fingers at your cheek, a ghost of a touch. You push his hand away, glaring up at him.

“A bike.”

He sighs, hard. “Listen, you need to stay away from them. They’re pogues, they –”

“I don’t care! They’re people, Rafe. They’re nice. And you can’t tell me what to do.”

“So, so – what? You're just gonna sneak away like you did that morning?”

For once, a bubble of guilt pops in your stomach for leaving him like that, with no phone number or anything. You give up on moving your arm, it's starting to hurt. Slumping your shoulders, you divert your gaze to the ground.

“It was one night Rafe. We were both drunk and…”

“I wasn’t.”

“And high, so, like –” You stop, scrunching your eyes closed in bewilderment with a shake. “What?” Shooting your eyes back to him, the careless demeanor you find disturbs you.

“I wasn’t drunk. Or high.”

It takes you a slow moment to comprehend his words. You sputter out air, a panic-filled laugh pushing its way out.

“Are you fucking with me right now?”

“No…” He says deliberately, smile creeping up. “…But I’d sure like to fuck you again.”

You ignore that. Letting it go through one ear and out the other. Your mind is too busy running through your database of facts about that night.

You were drunk. Rafe got you high. Took advantage of you. But why then –

“Why are you telling me this?” You breathlessly ask.

“You think your new friends would like you if they knew what a real kook you are?” He hooks a thumb back to indicate to the others, sitting along the driftwood.

You can see JJ waving his hands around, punching at the air with animated faces. John B and Pope are playing along, laughter resonates with the wash of the waves. They’re good people, you knew it within hours of meeting them. You want them to like you, to accept you as one of them, but you’re only here for vacation.

“It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving after New Years and never coming back.”

Especially since you're here, you think it's in your best interest not to vocalize that.

Rafe nods understandingly, tongue in his cheek as he contemplates you. With his grip squeezing more, he pulls out his phone, the artificial light casting a blue tint on his pale skin. Rafe’s smile is mean when he turns the screen to you.  

“Then you won’t mind if I show them this?”

The world standstills as you look back at yourself. Except you’re not yourself.

The bright flash from the camera illuminates a warm radiance across your naked skin that’s laid across black sheets. Hair swirled around you like a dark halo, face turned to the side, eyes closed with arms up over your head, and from the loose curl of your fingers, you know you’re asleep. Blackness borders the lines of your body like it's edging to engulf you whole but your skin beams its way through. The angle is above you and tilted back an inch; hickeys on display, nipples softened and legs parted open for a peek between your thighs. Most disturbingly, large amounts of white splotches stain across your chest down to your thighs, though you assume it doesn’t go further because the picture is cut off at your knees.

“Really do look like an angel with all that white on you.”

You don’t think to do it. The palm of your hand just happens to smack him. The sting doesn’t bother you, only fuels your hurtful indignation and you bare your teeth at him. A part of you happy as Rafe works his jaw back and forth, his skin reddening, eyes as dark as the night filled ocean.

“Delete that right now! Right now, Rafe!” You push at his chest, once, twice. “I cannot believe you took that picture you fucking perv –”  

“I rather save it as my lock screen.” Rafe spits out. “Show your pogue friends. Think they’ll still like you if I do? Huh?”

Rafe shakes your body, your neck whiplashing from the power behind his hands. Your hair is a mess, strands stick to your face as you breathe out harshly. You let your head rest back as Rafe looms over you, eyes locked in a death stare.  

You don’t know what he wants from this. Just the simple pleasure of being a dick? Of thinking he can blackmail you with one picture? It doesn’t make sense, but right now, all you care about is getting away from him.

“They know you better than I do.” You say carefully, heart pounding at your sternum. “I say one word to them and they’ll be on my side.” It’s your turn to smile mean. “In fact…JJ! Pope! John B!”

Crying out their names in anguish, you renew your struggles against Rafe. You're on the outskirts of the party, the open air carrying your voice like wind. Their turns head and in a flash, they’re up and running towards you. Too shocked from your cry for help, Rafe’s hand loosens and that’s all you need. Quickly you dart around him, tears in your eyes as you run to them, feet slipping through the sand, making you stumble a few times.

JJ and Sarah lead the pack, JJ taking the brunt of your force from running straight into him. Your body wouldn’t stop running until it knew you were clear from danger. Leaning into JJ’s side, his arms wrap around you softly as everyone’s voices jumble in alarm, John B and Kie yelling insults at Rafe to go away.  

“He – he’s threatening to show you a picture of me…” Your voice is shaky and high, unable to look at them and crushing your face into JJ’s shirt. More tears fall now that you’re away from Rafe, shivering from the adrenaline pumping through you. You don’t elaborate, though you don’t think you have to as multiple voices soothe you, hands rubbing at your hair, your back.  

Laying your cheek on JJ’s bicep, your face turned away from the protective circle they’ve created, you watch as Rafe boils in rage from afar, knowing he’s outnumbered. Arms bulging with clenched fists, mouth a thin line, body vibrating with anger. Your eyes meet. With tears running down your face, you smile. Stealthily, you raise your arm and flick him off.

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