PLOT: rafe cameron is your toxic ex. one year of silence, of him parading every girl on the island while you tried to forget. but tonight, at a sweaty house party, he catches you pinned against a stranger’s truck, lips locked, hands wandering. his fist flies. the boy hits the gravel. and rafe? he goes feral. he drags you into his truck, drives you back to the house you swore you’d never enter again, and spends the night proving one thing: no one touches you. no one kisses you. no one fucks you like he does.
TW : explicit rough consensual sex| intense jealousy |possessiveness|mild violence | toxic reconciliation | emotional volatility | breeding kink mentions.
this is my original idea and storyline. anything familiar is purely coincidental. this story is written purely for enternainment purposes only.
english is not my 1st language, so please lmk if something sound weird.
you and rafe used to date, or whatever the hell you call that twisted, all-consuming storm. toxic doesn't even begin to cover it. every single day was war, sometimes multiple battles before the sun even hit the water. screams ripped through the house like shards of glass, voices raw from yelling the same venom over and over. you'd get in each other's faces, eyes blazing, spitting poison that cut deeper than any blade, tearing apart every insecurity until nothing felt safe.
possessions flew like weapons, his keys embedding in the drywall, your heels leaving dents in his precious truck door. it was obsession masked as love, control disguised as passion, both of you clawing to own the other while destroying everything in reach. he'd grab your wrist too hard, you'd shove him back harder, bruises blooming like twisted souvenirs. hate wasn't just there, it was the air you breathed, thick and suffocating, turning every touch into a threat.
but god, the sex. that was the chain that kept yanking you back.
the makeup sex was feral, apocalyptic, teeth clashing, nails raking down backs, bodies slamming together like punishment and reward all at once. he'd pin you against the wall, growling filthy promises in your ear while you clawed at his shirt, begging for more even as tears streamed down your face. it wasn't love; it was addiction. raw, electric, mind-shattering. no one else could touch that high.
it's been a year since you and him broke up. a whole goddamn year. it wrecked you, left you picking up pieces you still haven't fully put back together. you never wanted to leave the island, this place was home, salt in your veins, but every time you swore you'd cut him out for good, blocking his number and burning his hoodies, you'd spot him. rafe cameron, lips locked on some new girl at the beach or the club, hands roaming like he owned her already.
blondes, brunettes, it didn't matter; they were all temporary band-aids on his chaos. and every glimpse twisted the knife a little deeper, reminding you that you were replaceable. forgettable. broken.
a year without a single touch. no kisses that lingered, no arms wrapping around you in the dead of night, no fake whispers of love to cling to like a lifeline. you craved proximity, any warmth, any illusion of not being alone in this suffocating void. your skin missed contact, your body needed release you refused to give anyone else.
that's why your friends dragged you to this party tonight.
they wouldn't take no for an answer, raiding your closet and forcing you into the sexiest lingerie you owned, red lace that hugged every curve like a lover's grip, sheer enough to tease what lay beneath. over it, a slinky black lace minidress that clung to your body like sin, the hem barely skimming mid-thigh, daring anyone to look too long. strappy heels that made your legs look endless.
you weren't gonna lie to yourself, you looked hot as fuck in that red lace peeking through black, dress riding up every time you moved, heels clicking like a warning. and yeah, you were horny as fuck, body buzzing with a year of nothing, every nerve screaming for skin on skin. drinking wouldn't fix the ache, you knew that, but it sure as hell would blur the edges. secretly you prayed some hot guy would lock eyes across the room, slide up close, whisper filthy things and drag you home to end the drought.
your friends pulled up to the party in a blur of laughter and bass thumping from the house, lights flashing through the windows like a heartbeat. the island air was thick, bodies already spilling out onto the lawn. you all piled inside, pushing through the crowd straight to the bar because shots were non-negotiable tonight.
"holy shit, look at you," mia yelled over the music, grabbing your arm and spinning you around. "rafe sees you like this and he's gonna lose his fucking mind."
"fuck rafe," you shot back, but your stomach flipped anyway. "tonight's about me. pour those shots, bitches."
taylor laughed, lining up the tequila like a pro, lime wedges and salt shaker clattering on the sticky counter. "that's the spirit. you need a body on you by midnight or we're failing as friends."
"make it two bodies," lexi added, winking as she licked salt off her hand and downed her shot without flinching. "girl, your tits in that lace? lethal. every guy here is staring already."
you slammed your shot back, the burn spreading hot down your throat, chasing it with lime that made your lips pucker. "good. let them stare. i'm getting wasted, dancing on tables if i have to, and someone better take me home and fuck the memories out of me."
they whooped, clinking glasses again, pulling you into selfies with tongues out and middle fingers up, flash popping in the dim light. you posted them to stories one after another.
you wanted to feel wanted, needed that rush of eyes on you, comments flooding in, dms blowing up. another round of shots, bodies swaying to the beat, laughter getting louder as the tequila hit. you were buzzing now, skin flushed, ready to lose yourself in the chaos.
you slammed another shot, the tequila hitting like fire, lips numb and head spinning in the best way. the bar was packed now, bodies pressed close, music rattling your ribs. taylor grabbed your arm, pulling you into a quick huddle with lexi, all three of you leaning in over the sticky counter.
"okay but real talk," lexi said, eyes scanning the room before locking back on you. "you see any prospects yet? that guy in the corner with the tattoos keeps staring like he wants to eat you alive."
you glanced over, catching his eye for a second, dark hair messy, shirt tight enough to show ink snaking up his arms. not bad. heat pooled low in your stomach, that year-long ache throbbing harder. "maybe. but i'm not settling for maybe tonight."
taylor smirked, pouring another round without asking, salt licking off the back of her hand slow and dramatic. "that's my girl. remember, no names, no numbers, just bodies. fuck rafe and his revolving door of pogue princesses. tonight you're the one doing the using."
"preach," you said, clinking glasses harder than necessary, tequila sloshing over the rim onto your fingers. you licked it off without thinking, noticing a few guys nearby watching the move like starved animals. good. let them want.
"but hypothetically," lexi teased, bumping her hip into yours, "if rafe does show up and sees you like this? red lace flashing every time you bend over? he's gonna drag you out back."
your pulse spiked at the thought, traitorous heat flooding between your thighs. "let him try. i'd knee him in the balls first."
taylor laughed so hard she snorted, grabbing your hands and pulling you both toward the dance floor. "liar. you'd be on your knees in five seconds. but fuck it, let's dance first, decisions later. move those hips, babe, show this party what they've been missing."
you let them drag you deeper into the crowd, the bass thumping so hard it pulsed straight through your chest and down to your toes, lights strobing in wild flashes of red and blue that painted everyone's skin in electric hues. bodies pressed in from every side, slick with sweat, the air thick with mixed perfumes and spilled beer and that sharp tang of desperation hanging over it all.
taylor stayed glued to your side at first, grinding slow and filthy against some tall guy with a backward cap, but she kept one hand on your arm, squeezing like she was anchoring you. lexi was already lost in the chaos, sandwiched between two dudes who looked like they played lacrosse or something, her hands thrown up in the air, hair whipping as she screamed the lyrics to whatever remix was blasting, her laugh cutting through the noise every few seconds.
another shot materialized in your hand out of nowhere, taylor shoving it toward you with that wicked grin she always got when she was three drinks past responsible. "drink up, bitch," she shouted right in your ear, her voice cutting over the drop. "you're still too tense, i can feel it in your shoulders. loosen the fuck up or i'll personally find someone to grind it out of you right here."
you didn't argue, just tilted your head back and downed it fast, the tequila slamming down your throat like liquid fire, spreading heat through your veins and making your lips go numb in that perfect hazy way. it mixed with everything else you'd thrown back at the bar, the room starting to blur at the edges just right, colors bleeding together, your hips moving on instinct now.
that guy from earlier, the one with the tattoos snaking up his arms like dark promises, he closed in again without hesitation, his hands finding your hips like they were made to fit there, fingers digging in just enough to send a jolt straight between your legs.
you leaned back into him without thinking, feeling the solid wall of his chest against your back, the rough scrape of his stubble grazing your bare shoulder as he dipped his head low. his breath was hot against your skin, smelling like whiskey and mint gum. "fuck, you feel so good like this," he growled, voice low and rough, vibrating through you as his grip tightened, pulling you harder against him with every heavy beat of the music. you could feel him already, that unmistakable press against your ass, making your pulse race faster, the red lace under your dress suddenly feeling way too thin, way too teasing.
"yeah?" you turned your head just enough to catch his eye, lips brushing his jaw as you pushed back harder on purpose, grinding slow and deliberate to the rhythm. "you always this forward with girls you don't know, or am i special?"
he chuckled, low and dirty, one hand sliding up your side, thumb brushing the curve of your breast through the lace. "special as fuck. been watching you since you walked in. that dress? criminal. what's your name, anyway?"
you smirked, reaching back to tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him hiss. "names are for tomorrow. tonight you can call me whatever you want." you rolled your hips again, slower this time, feeling him twitch against you. "and you? got a name, or should i just call you desperate?"
"jake," he said, laughing breathlessly, his other hand dipping lower, fingers tracing the edge of your dress hem. "but desperate works. fuck, keep doing that and i won't make it five minutes."
you spun around in his grip suddenly, facing him fully now, chests pressed together, your hands sliding up his shirt to feel the hard lines of muscle underneath.
"so jake," you purred, nails scraping lightly down his chest, stopping just above his belt. "you gonna keep talking big or show me what those hands can really do?"
his eyes darkened, hands dropping to your ass, squeezing hard enough to lift you onto your toes. "oh i'll show you. right here if you want. or better, my truck's out back. tinted windows. no waiting."
you bit your lip, leaning in so your mouth hovered over his, close enough to taste the whiskey on his breath but not quite kissing.
"tempting. but make me want it more. tell me exactly what you'd do to me in that truck."
he groaned, forehead dropping to yours, voice dropping even lower. "rip that dress off slow, start with my mouth on that red lace till you're begging. then flip you over, make you take every inch till you forget your own name."
heat exploded everywhere, that year-long ache finally cracking open, begging for more, for anything to fill the void rafe left like a gaping wound. "promises, promises," you whispered, nipping his bottom lip hard enough to draw a growl. "better not disappoint, jake. i've had the best. think you can top it?"
"fuck yes," he said, crashing his mouth to yours finally, kiss messy and hungry, tongues clashing like the fight you craved.
He grab your hand and pull you toward the edge of the crowd, his grip firm and possessive now, guiding you through the sea of bodies, heart racing faster than the music ever could. the night air hit you like a slap as you stepped outside, cooler and salty from the nearby ocean, the party's muffled thump fading behind the closed door. gravel crunched under your heels as jake led you across the dimly lit parking lot, his arm slung low around your waist, fingers dipping just under the hem of your dress again.
"there," he said, nodding at a black truck parked under a flickering streetlight, big and rugged like him.
you reached it fast, the metal still warm from the day as he spun you around and pinned you against the driver's door, mouth finding yours again without wasting a second. the kiss was harder now, no music to drown it out, just your breaths mixing heavy in the quiet night, his body caging you in.
you arched into him, hands fisting his shirt, pulling him closer as his thigh shoved between your legs, pressing right where you needed it.
"fuck, you've been teasing so hard," he muttered against your lips, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair, yanking your head back so he could attack your neck with teeth and tongue. "that black lace? been thinking about ripping it off with my teeth since i saw you."
you moaned, loud and dramatic, throwing your head back like it was the best thing you'd felt in ages, even though his mouth was sloppy, more enthusiasm than skill. "yes, just like that," you gasped, grinding down on his thigh, faking the shiver to egg him on. it was okay, nothing mind-blowing, but you'd make him think he was a god if it got you further.
he growled, hips bucking against yours, letting you feel how hard he was, thick and straining through his jeans. "gonna make you come so hard, baby. right here against my truck."
his free hand shoved your dress higher, palm sliding between your thighs, rubbing rough circles over your clit through the red lace and the thin fabric of your dress bunched up.
"shit, you're soaked. this pussy's begging for it. tell me how bad you want my fingers."
you bucked into his hand, moaning louder, nails digging into his shoulders like he was hitting every spot perfectly. "so bad, jake, don't stop," you breathed, voice high and needy, even as you thought it was mediocre at best, pressure too inconsistent, circles too fast and missing the rhythm that actually worked.
but god, you played it up, legs trembling on purpose, whispering "fuck, you're so good at this" to stroke his ego and keep him going.
"yeah? like that?" he pressed harder, rubbing faster over the lace, breath ragged against your ear. "gonna have you screaming out here. then inside the truck, gonna eat you out till you can't take it, fuck you raw till you're ruined for anyone else."
you gasped again, faking a whimper that sounded desperate, body rocking into his touch like it was building to something huge, when really it was just warm, just average, a tease after a year dry but nowhere near the fire you craved. "
keep going, i'm so close," you lied, biting his shoulder to sell it, heat simmering but not boiling, making him groan like he'd won.
it was getting hotter in his mind, his rubs turning frantic, dirty words spilling faster as he chased your fake reactions.
then a shadow fell over you both, heavy footsteps crunching gravel fast.
before you could register, a fist flew out of nowhere, connecting hard with jake's jaw, sending him stumbling back with a grunt, hand ripping away from you as he hit the ground.
rafe stood there, chest heaving, eyes wild and locked on you, knuckles already splitting.
"get the fuck away from her," he snarled, voice low and lethal, stepping over jake like he was nothing.
you yanked your dress down fast, heart slamming against your ribs as jake scrambled up from the gravel, wiping blood from his lip with a confused snarl. the parking lot spun a little from the tequila, but rafe's presence hit like a freight train, rage rolling off him in waves hot enough to burn the night air.
his eyes were black with fury, veins bulging in his neck, fists clenched so tight the blood from his knuckles dripped steady onto the ground, splattering dark spots on the gravel.
"what the fuck, man?" jake spat, squaring up, fists ready, but rafe didn't even acknowledge him at first, just loomed there like a storm about to break, chest heaving like he'd run a marathon or was one second from snapping necks.
rafe's gaze drilled into you, wild and unhinged, lips curled in a sneer that showed teeth.
"you fucking serious right now?" he roared, voice cracking loud enough to echo off the cars, stepping forward until he was right in your space, towering over you with that psychotic intensity that used to scare you and turn you on in equal measure.
"letting some filthy pogue trash pin you against a truck like a cheap fucking slut? that's what you've lowered yourself to? moaning like a desperate bitch for any hand up your skirt?"
"why the fuck do you care, rafe?" you spat "stop acting like you own me, psycho."
he laughed, this bitter, maniac sound, grabbing your wrists mid-shove and yanking you closer until your bodies slammed together, his grip bruising, eyes blazing inches from yours.
"don't own you? you know how i work, so don't act fucking surprised. you're out here acting like a needy whore, faking those moans for that loser while he rubs on you like he has any right. you think i'm gonna let some nobody grope what's mine?"
"why the fuck are you mad?" you yanked your wrists free, shoving him again harder, chest heaving, tears of pure fury stinging your eyes but you blinked them back. "you've been a bitch for a full year, fucking with every girl you found attractive, sticking your dick in anything that moved! and now you have the nerve to show up swinging because someone else touched me? fuck you, rafe! you don't get to be jealous now!"
jake shifted behind you, muttering "this is fucked" under his breath, taking one step back, then another, his tough guy act crumbling fast as rafe's rage filled the whole lot like smoke. he glanced at you, then at rafe's bleeding fists, and bolted like a coward, gravel flying as he sprinted back to the house without a word, door slamming behind him loud enough to echo. left you alone with the monster.
rafe didn't even watch him go, eyes never leaving yours, face twisted red with fury, jaw grinding so hard it looked painful, the rage turning him feral, hands shaking as he loomed closer again, voice dropping to this deadly hiss that sent shivers down your spine even now.
rafe didn't even watch him go, eyes never leaving yours, face twisted red with fury, jaw grinding so hard it looked painful, the rage turning him feral, hands shaking as he loomed closer again, voice dropping to this deadly hiss that sent shivers down your spine even now.
"jealous? i'm fucking livid. you letting that scum touch you? i should kill him for that."
"and why would you uh?" you answered, voice sharp, stepping forward instead of back. "it's been a full year since you decided to fucking leave me. you've been around, fucking the whole island, and now that i'm moving on, you're acting jealous?" you didn't wait, words tumbling hot and fast. "fuck you rafe, that's twisted, even for you."
he nodded, face angry, jaw clenched tight, hands planted on his hips, pacing three angry steps one way, three the other, cold stare slicing through you. "you're fucking stupid, you know i didn't want to fucking leave you y/n!"
"but you did," you screamed back, voice cracking raw in the humid night air. "you fucking did, and in a whole year you did worse than anything i've done!" you paused, chest heaving, tears burning tracks down your cheeks. "when we were still together, you kept telling me how much you loved me, how much you wanted a life with me, and the second after you left me, making out with girls a week after our breakup, do you know how i felt? do you fucking know how i felt rafe?"
he didn't answer. just stood there, breathing hard, eyes locked on you, watching the tears fall, the parking lot lights flickering over your wet face.
"horrible," you choked out, voice breaking. "i felt horrible. i stayed in my house for months because i was scared to see you with other girls. when i loved you. i didn't pretend, i was crazy about you, and you just kept hurting me for months, and now you're acting like you fucking care?"
you wiped the tears rough with the heel of your hand, sniffling hard. "but you know what? now, i'm free. i'm finally free, okay?"
you stepped right up to him, close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body, eyes locked dead on his. your hands landed on his shoulders, firm, and you leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
"i'm going back," you whispered, voice low and lethal. "and i swear, i'm getting fucked tonight. and i do hope you'll be here to see it."
his whole body went rigid, muscles locking under your palms.
you smiled, sharp and satisfied, and turned to walk away.
his hand shot out like a whip, grabbing your wrist hard, yanking you back so fast your chest slammed into his. his grip burned, pulse hammering against your skin.
he leaned down, mouth at your ear, voice a dark, trembling growl. "before you're getting fucked tonight," his hand slid to your waist, fingers digging in, pulling you flush against him. "remember what it was like when i was the one fucking you."
he didn't give you time to answer. one brutal push and your back hit the warm hood of his truck, metal still holding the day's heat, the faint smell of gasoline and salt mixing with his cologne. your dress rode high instantly, red lace flashing under the flickering streetlight. he pinned you there with his hips, letting you feel every hard inch of him through his jeans, thick, pulsing, angry.
his hand slipped between your thighs, slow, deliberate, palm cupping you over the soaked lace but never quite pressing where you needed. just holding. owning. the heat of his skin through the thin fabric made your breath stutter.
"feel that?" he rasped, rolling his hips once, slow, torturous. "that's what you do to me. every fucking time."
his fingers started moving, feather-light, the barest brush over your clit through the lace, back and forth, so soft it was maddening. your hips jerked on instinct, chasing more, but he pulled back every time, denying you, keeping that ghost of a touch.
"remember the night on the druthers?" his voice dropped lower, rougher, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "you on your knees in the captain's chair, dress just like this one, begging me to fuck your mouth while the ocean slammed the hull. you took me so deep you were crying, mascara running, and you still begged for more."
another barely-there stroke, the lace dragging against your clit, wet and ruined already. your thighs trembled, breath coming in shallow pants. don't moan, don't give him that, don't let him know he still owns you with one fucking touch.
"or the golf course at midnight," he continued, voice thick with memory, finger circling now, never pressing, just teasing the swollen bundle of nerves until your vision blurred at the edges. "bent you over the cart, skirt flipped up, fucked you so hard the seat cracked. you came twice before i even let you breathe, screaming my name into the dark like a prayer."
your hands fisted his shirt, knuckles white, nails digging into his chest through the fabric. you hated yourself for how wet you were, body remembering his touch every single second.
he dragged one slow line up your slit, pressing the lace between your folds without entering, just coating the fabric, making it cling. "god, you were so good at taking my cock," he groaned, hips grinding into your thigh, letting you feel how hard he was, precome already leaking through his jeans. "so tight, so fucking greedy, milking me every time like you were made for it. i still jerk off thinking about you riding me in the back of this same truck, tits bouncing, crying because you couldn't come again but you did, three times, soaked the seats."
your head fell back against the hood with a soft thud, a broken whimper escaping before you could stop it. the parking lot spun, empty and exposed, but you couldn't care, not when he was barely touching you and you were already dripping down your thighs.
he kept that maddening rhythm, brushing, circling, never giving more, until your legs shook and your breath came in desperate little gasps. his own control was fraying, voice hoarse, hips jerking against you like he was seconds from ripping the lace off and taking you right there.
"so what's next now?" he finally rasped, voice wrecked, lips brushing yours but not kissing, finger still teasing your clit in slow, cruel circles. "since you like being pinned on a pogue's car, want me to fuck you right here on mine, let the whole island hear who you belong to? or i'll throw you in the truck, bring you home, spread you on our bed and fuck you like old times, until you're sobbing my name again?"
he pressed once, hard, just once, over your clit and held it.
you were both soaked, shaking, the tension so thick it hurt.
the word tears out of you, shredded, barely air, "...bring me home and make me forget my own name."
your voice is gone, just a broken, wet little sound. your thighs won't stop shaking, clit throbbing so violently you feel it in your teeth. the red lace is plastered to you, soaked through, cold night air kissing the wet spot every time you breathe.
you're furious, humiliated, electric. you hate him, hate yourself, hate how your body is screaming yes while your brain is still trying to say no. but the war is over and you lost it the second he whispered those memories against your ear. you're dripping down your own thighs and he hasn't even put his fingers inside you yet.
rafe's eyes flashed dark, victorious, feral. the second the sentence left your lips he moved like a man possessed.
he yanked the passenger door open so hard it bounced on its hinges, grabbed you by the waist and threw you inside like you weighed nothing. your back hit the leather seat, dress already bunched at your hips, red lace soaked and clinging. he slammed the door, rounded the truck in three strides, jumped in and the engine roared alive before you even caught your breath.
tires screeched, gravel spitting as he peeled out of the lot, one hand white-knuckled on the wheel, the other immediately back between your thighs, fingers dragging slow and possessive over the wet lace the whole drive. every red light he stopped at, he turned to you, eyes black, and pressed harder, just enough to make you whine, then pulled away when the light went green. torture. pure fucking torture.
"keep those legs open," he growled at one stop, voice rough, pinning your thigh to the seat so you couldn't close them. "i wanna smell how wet you are for me the whole way home."
you were trembling, dripping, the seat beneath you already ruined. your hands clawed at his forearm, nails leaving half-moon marks. i hate that i need this, hate that no one else ever made me this desperate, hate that he knows it.
the house appeared too fast and not fast enough. he didn't even park properly, just killed the engine halfway up the driveway.the passenger door rips open so hard the truck rocks. one brutal grip on your waist and he lifts you out like you're weightless, throwing you over his shoulder. the world flips. blood rushes to your head, hair swinging, dress flipped up to your waist, bare ass in the air, ruined panties on full display for any late-night straggler who might walk out of the party. the humiliation burns deliciously. you feel the slick sliding further down your thigh with every step he takes.
he storms up the driveway, palm spread wide over your ass, fingers deliberately brushing your swollen clit with every stride, just a tease, just enough to make you jerk and whimper against his back. you're biting your lip bloody trying not to moan out loud in the open air.
inside the house he doesn't slow. door kicked shut behind him, darkness swallowing you both. you catch the familiar scent (salt, him, sex, home) and it punches the air from your lungs. straight up the stairs, your body jolting with every step, his shoulder digging into your stomach, his fingers still stroking that cruel little rhythm over the lace.
he kicks the bedroom door so hard it slams against the wall and bounces.
you land on the mattress with a soft bounce, hair fanning everywhere, chest heaving so hard your tits almost spill out of the red bra. the sheets are cool against your burning skin and they still smell exactly the same. exactly like the nights you used to wreck each other until sunrise. the recognition hits you like a drug.
rafe stands at the foot of the bed, shirt stretched tight over his clenched fists, eyes raking over you like he's deciding where to bite first.
"jesus fucking christ," he rasps, voice destroyed. "look at you... spread out on my bed in that dress like before"
your thighs fall open on their own. shameless. you couldn't close them if you tried. you're aching, empty, desperate, and the way he's staring at you is making it worse. you need him to ruin you so thoroughly that the past year disappears.
he climbs onto the bed slow, predator crawl, until he's hovering over you, silver ring glinting as his hand cups your jaw hard. the first kiss is violent, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for control, pure starvation. you moan loud into his mouth, legs wrapping his waist instantly, heels digging into his ass to drag him down. you roll your hips up, grinding your soaked lace against the ridge in his jeans, letting him feel exactly how wrecked he's made you already.
he growls into the kiss, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh so hard it'll bruise tomorrow, the other fisting your hair to angle your head exactly how he wants. you give it to him. you give him everything.
you're both panting into each other's mouths, kissing like you're trying to punish, like you're trying to crawl inside each other's skin.
he breaks away just enough to speak, lips brushing yours, voice raw.
"been too fucking long seeing you like this... dressed like a slut, dripping for me, laid out on the bed we shared for five years."
his hands are everywhere at once, rough palms dragging up your thighs, over the curve of your ass, gripping your waist like he's scared you'll vanish. you arch into every touch, nails raking down his back, pulling him closer, showing him with your body what your pride won't let you say out loud: take me, break me, make the ache stop.
he sits back on his heels for a second, eyes locked on you, and drags the black lace dress up your body agonizingly slow. every inch of skin he uncovers he stares at like it's the first time. when the fabric finally clears your head he throws it across the room like it personally offended him.
"you wore my favorite set," he said, voice low, dangerous. "you fucking knew." his thumb traces the edge of the bra, eyes blazing, possessive, unhinged.
your chest rises and falls fast, nipples straining against the lace, thighs slick and open.
and in one instant, he's all over you.
rafe's hand clamps over your left tit like it's his property, thumb dragging slow, vicious circles over the nipple through the shredded red lace.
he doesn't blink. eyes locked on yours, black, feral, owning.
"keep those fucking eyes on me," he growls, voice raw, dripping sex. "watch me make this greedy little nipple beg before i even touch your cunt."
the lace scrapes with every pass, pressure building, slow, deliberate, perfect.
your back bows hard, a choked moan ripping out.
he smirks, teeth flashing.
he pinches, slow, cruel twist, rolling the peak until it burns.
your hips buck, pussy clenching on air.
"still my perfect little slut, huh? dripping for me before i even get inside."
he yanks the bra cup down with one savage rip, your breast spilling free, nipple swollen, aching, glistening.
he drops his mouth and sucks it in hard.
teeth scrape, tongue lashes fast and brutal.
just harsh, wet suction, pulling the peak so deep you feel it in your clit.
you scream, fingers clawing his scalp, yanking hair.
he growls into your skin, the vibration punching straight to your core.
he bites down, sharp, punishing, then sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, eyes still drilling into yours.
"fuck," he snarls, mouth popping off with a wet smack, nipple red and wrecked. "gonna bruise these tits so dark you'll feel me every time you breathe. every time you look down tomorrow you'll remember my mouth owning you."
he rips the other cup down, repeats the assault.
"gonna mark you so good no one else will ever dare touch what's mine," he rasps between teeth and tongue. "gonna have you leaking down your thighs just from me sucking these pretty tits like the desperate whore you are."
rafe's mouth leaves your nipple with a wet pop, the peak swollen and angry-red, glistening with his spit.
he doesn't give you a second to breathe.
his hand slides down your trembling stomach, rough palm scraping skin, and shoves between your thighs without warning.
two fingers drag through your soaked folds, spreading the slick, coating himself.
he locks eyes again, merciless.
"look at this greedy fucking pussy," he growls, voice thick with lust. "dripping like a faucet the second i touch your tits. you're ruined already."
he circles your clit once, slow, feather-light, just enough to make your hips jerk.
then again, harder, the pad of his finger pressing flat, rubbing in tight, cruel circles.
"feel that?" he rasps, leaning in so his lips brush yours. "that's me owning you. no one else gets this clit hard like i do. no one else makes it throb like it's trying to come just from my voice."
you hate how right he is. hate how your body remembers every filthy thing he's ever done to you. hate how you're already fluttering, close, just from this.
he slides one finger inside you, slow, deliberate, curling up to stroke that spot that makes your vision white out.
"tight as fuck," he snarks, pumping once, twice, adding a second finger, stretching you open. "been saving this pussy for me, huh? even when you were out there pretending you didn't need it."
your back arches hard, a broken moan tearing out.
he scissors his fingers, spreading you wider, thumb grinding your clit in brutal, perfect rhythm.
"gonna make you squirt all over my hand before i even fuck you," he promises, voice dark. "gonna have you screaming so loud the neighbors know exactly who this pussy belongs to."
you're losing it. the pressure is building too fast, too intense. you can feel the slick coating his wrist, hear the wet sounds of his fingers fucking into you. you're humiliated, desperate, addicted.
he curls his fingers again, hitting that spot relentlessly, thumb flicking your clit fast and mean.
"come on, baby," he snarls, teeth grazing your jaw. "give it to me. soak my fucking hand like the needy slut you are."
your body locks up, thighs shaking, pussy clamping down hard.
you're right there, right on the edge, sobbing his name.
just keeps fingering you, rubbing you, owning you, until the tension snaps and you come hard, gushing over his fingers, body convulsing, vision going black at the edges.
he keeps going, slower now, drawing it out, milking every aftershock.
"good girl," he murmurs, voice wrecked. "that's one. now let's see how many more i can rip out of you before i fuck you raw."
rafe's mouth rips away from your clit with a wet, obscene sound, your slick coating his lips, chin, dripping down his neck.
your pussy spasms, empty, wrecked, still gushing from the second orgasm.
you're sobbing his name, voice shredded, body convulsing like you're being electrocuted.
he shoves your thighs wider, knees damn near to your ears, folding you in half.
his mouth crashes back down, no mercy, tongue plunging deep inside you, fucking you raw with it, scooping out every drop like he's starving.
then he latches onto your clit again, sucking so hard your vision whites out, teeth scraping, tongue flicking brutal and fast.
"rafe, fuck, rafe—" your scream cracks the air, raw, animal, hands clawing his scalp, yanking hair until strands rip free.
he growls into your cunt, the vibration a violent punch, and shoves three fingers in without warning, stretching you wide, curling vicious, pumping so hard the bedframe slams the wall.
"this pussy's mine," he snarls, voice muffled, feral. "gonna eat it till you black out, then fuck it till you can't walk. no one else gets this. no one."
no one. no one has ever devoured you like this. no one ever will.
you missed it so bad it's a physical ache, the way he wrecks you with his mouth, how he makes you come so hard you see stars, how he owns every inch of you with just his tongue and teeth.
he bites your clit, just enough to burn, then sucks harder, fingers slamming in and out, wet, obscene sounds filling the room.
you're screaming, thrashing, another orgasm building so fast it's terrifying, your body not yours anymore, just his to break.
"come," he snarls, pulling his mouth off just enough to spit on your clit, then diving back in. "fucking drown me. now."
the orgasm rips through you like a bomb, pussy clamping down on his fingers, squirting hard, soaking his face, his chest, the sheets.
you scream until your voice gives out, body seizing, tears streaming, vision tunneling.
he keeps sucking, fingering, licking, riding you through it until you're shaking, oversensitive, begging incoherently.
only then does he pull back, face drenched, eyes manic, cock throbbing against your thigh, precome smearing your skin.
"that's two," he rasps, voice destroyed, crawling up your body like a predator. "now you're gonna take every inch of me raw and scream till you forget your own fucking name."
rafe's cock nudges your entrance, thick, flushed, dripping precome onto your swollen folds.
he doesn't push in. he just drags the head through your slick, slow, cruel, coating himself, teasing your clit with every pass.
"beg," he snarls, eyes locked on yours, voice shredded. "tell me how fucking bad you want this cock."
you're a total mess, hair plastered to your face, tears and sweat mixing, chest heaving, pussy clenching on nothing, desperate.
"please, rafe," you sob, voice cracked, hips bucking up to chase him. "need it, need you, please—"
"louder," he growls, slapping your clit with his cock, the wet smack making you jerk. "how much?"
"so bad," you wail, nails clawing the sheets. "please, fuck me, please—"
he slams in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.
the stretch is vicious, perfect, overwhelming.
your pussy clamps down hard, still spasming from the last orgasm, and you scream, raw, guttural, back bowing off the bed.
"scream my name," he orders, pulling out and slamming back in, hips snapping with punishing force. "let the whole fucking island know who's ruining you."
"rafe!" you scream, voice breaking, body jolting with every thrust. "rafe, fuck, rafe—"
you're a total mess, sobbing, shaking, slick gushing with every stroke, pussy fluttering, clit throbbing, tears streaming.
keeps fucking you raw, relentless, cock dragging over every sensitive spot, hitting so deep you feel him in your throat.
"that's it," he snarls, one hand pinning your thigh wide, the other fisting your hair. "scream it. louder."
"rafe!" you wail, voice shredded, body locking up, another orgasm building fast.
he slams in harder, faster, the wet slap of skin obscene, smacking your ass with every thrust.
"come," he snarls, thumb dropping to your clit, rubbing brutal circles. "fucking come. now."
the orgasm rips through you like a blade for the third time,pussy clamping down so hard he groans, hips stuttering.
you scream his name until your voice gives out, body seizing, squirting again, soaking his cock, his thighs, the sheets.he doesn't stop.he keeps fucking you through it, raw, relentless, chasing his own release.
"fuck, here it comes," he snarls, thrusts turning erratic, cock swelling inside you. "gonna breed this pussy. mark you inside out."
he slams in one last time, deep, and comes with a roar, hot, thick, flooding you, pulse after pulse.
you feel every spurt, every throb, your pussy milking him dry.
he collapses over you, both of you shaking, panting, wrecked.
his cock still twitches inside you, softening slow.
"mine," he rasps against your neck, voice destroyed. "always fucking mine."
your body is a wreck: thighs trembling, pussy fluttering around him, slick and come leaking out onto the sheets.
you're sobbing quietly now, not from pain, just overload, every nerve raw, chest heaving, tears drying on your cheeks.
he drops his forehead to yours, breath ragged, sweat dripping from his hair onto your skin.
his hand, the one with the silver ring, slides up your side, slow, careful now, thumb brushing the bruises he left on your hip.
"breathe, baby," he murmurs, voice hoarse, wrecked. "i've got you."
he finally slips out, slow, and you whimper at the loss, pussy clenching on nothing.
he shushes you, soft, pressing a kiss to your temple, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.
not the brutal kisses from before. these are gentle, grounding.
he rolls you onto your side, pulls you into his chest, arms wrapping around you tight.
your face buries in his neck, breathing him in: salt, sex, him.
he reaches down, drags the ruined comforter up over you both, tucking it around your shoulders.
"stay right here," he says, voice low, rough with something that sounds like fear.
he shifts, reaches for the nightstand, grabs a bottle of water he must've left there earlier.
cracks it open, brings it to your lips.
you do, greedy, throat raw from screaming.
he sets the bottle aside, pulls you back in, one hand sliding down to cup your ass, not sexual now, just holding, grounding.
the other threads through your hair, massaging your scalp in slow, firm circles.
"you okay?" he asks, quiet, lips against your forehead.
you nod, barely, still shaking.
he kisses the top of your head, lingering.
"good. you were fucking perfect."
he shifts again, grabs a soft t-shirt from the floor: his, smells like him: and gently wipes between your thighs, cleaning you up with careful strokes.
you wince when he brushes your clit, oversensitive.
he murmurs "sorry, baby," and presses a kiss to your inner thigh, soft, reverent.
then he pulls you back into his chest, legs tangled, your head under his chin.
his hand rubs slow, soothing patterns down your spine, over the marks he left, like he's memorizing them.
"sleep," he whispers, voice thick. "i'm not going anywhere."
you're already drifting, body heavy, safe, wrecked in the best way.
the last thing you feel is his lips on your forehead, the silver ring cool against your skin as he holds you like you're the only thing that matters.
but right now, you're his.
