c/w ᝰ.ᐟ jealousy + possessiveness, established relationship, pet names (baby, pretty, princess, bunny + no y/n), oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, gagging/deepthroating, fingering, praise, unprotected p in v (fantasy) + rafe loves it here ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
You didn’t mean to get jealous, you really didn’t, but you couldn’t help it when some pretty brunette at the bar kept finding excuses to touch him.
A hand on his arm when she laughed. Her fingers brushing his back whenever she squeezed past him. Nothing outrageous, nothing Rafe encouraged, and definitely nothing worth starting a fight over. You knew that. You also knew she’d looked at you twice before leaning into him a third time, and that was enough to leave that possessive streak simmering beneath your skin for the rest of the night.
He’d caught the little looks you gave her from across the bar, felt the way your hand settled a little more firmly against his chest when she wandered too close again, noticed that little crease between your brows and the bitter little scrunch of your nose that only he seemed to catch.
He nearly lost his mind when your fingers slipped in the front loop of his jeans, walking him like a dog out of the bar and toward the cab when you finally had enough.
And Rafe, for all his usual swagger, followed without an ounce of resistance, that metaphorical golden retriever boyfriend tail wagging a mile a minute behind him.
Because fuck, you were jealous. You usually rolled your eyes at half the shit that came out of his mouth, but apparently you’d decided you’d had enough of someone else touching your boyfriend and were taking him home, and the six-foot-two hockey player being dragged obediently behind you had never been happier to go.
He never fed into it—never flirted back just to get a reaction or made you wonder where his attention was. If anything, he’d pulled you closer, kissed you sweeter, and carried on with the conversation like there was never any question about who he was leaving with.
But fuck if he didn’t love you like this. Not the part where you thought another woman had a chance with him—that shit he’d happily spend the rest of the night correcting. It was the way you wanted him enough to get greedy about it, like Rafe Cameron belonged to you and everybody else should already know better.
Rafe Cameron is exactly where he wants to be.
He spends the entire ride home pretending he doesn’t notice the way you keep looking at him, knowing damn well what’s waiting underneath that pretty little attitude.
Because the woman at the bar could look at him all she wanted. You were sleeping in his bed tonight, and you sure as hell were going to wear eighty-six while doing it.
And judging by the trail of clothes leading straight to his bed, you weren’t interested in pretending anymore either.
He walks toward his bedroom, following the trail of discarded clothes—your jacket, your jeans, and that top he wanted to tear off you all night, gathering each one as he goes, your perfume still clinging to the fabric.
He presses the clothes to his nose, biting back the smile pulling at his lips because somewhere between the bottom of the stairs and his bedroom door, he has to pretend like he isn’t completely delighted by this—there are levels to it, after all.
Because how could the woman he couldn’t live without possibly think she has competition?
He chuckles sleazily when he sees your pretty red bra on his floor, Rafe’s blue eyes lifting to his bed to find you sitting pretty on the edge, waiting for him.
And of course you’re swimming in his jersey. And of course you look like every late-night fantasy he has when he comes back to a dark hotel room after an away game, having to settle for his fist around his dick and your voice coming through his phone instead of pressed against his ear.
Before he can even ask, you’re on your knees, crawling slowly toward him. His eyes roll back at the sight of you like this…
He tugs the buttons of his shirt away, tearing it off his shoulders as you kneel before him, pawing for his belt, tugging his pants around his ankles.
He wraps his big fist around your hair, pulling your gaze away from his thick cock to his soft blue eyes. “C’mon, pretty... Been thinkin’ about this shit all night,” he mumbles as his thumb brushes along your bottom lip.
He hums out a satisfied breath when your lips wrap around his digit, sucking and humming, and you look up at him through your lashes.
“Tongue, baby,” he mumbles, and you lay it out, the fat tip of his dick slapping shamelessly against it as he moans at the contact.
You wrap your lips around him, eyes fluttering shut like it’s all you need. The vibrations of your moan around his cock leave his thick, rough fingers tightening in your hair.
He uses his hold on your head to pull you into him, watching tears spring in the corners of your eyes as his tip kisses the back of your throat.
“Atta girl,” Rafe hums, his praise only fueling your desire. You bob up and down on his long cock as he guides your strokes, spit seeping out of the corner of your lips.
“You like that shit?” he asks, breathing out a sigh of relief as he watches you work his dick in your warm, wet mouth. His head falls back because you’re sloppy with it, just like he loves, gagging on him like only you can.
“Suckin’ my dick with my name on your shoulders, princess? Fuckin’ dream girl,” he groans hazily between thrusts when he starts to use your mouth.
Rafe blows out a breath as you release his cock with a pop, causing him to let out a grunt for more, almost instantly eased by your fist, jerking him off. His own possessiveness flares, his jersey big enough that he catches a tease of your tits through the little gap beneath the collar, the white gold necklace he bought you glistening against your soft skin.
You can feel your arousal pool in your panties, a rapid throb between your thighs matching your pulse. “I can’t wait to fuck you,” he presses the words out between his teeth when he feels your lips on him again.
You moan, feeling the weight of him on your tongue, Rafe’s precum swirling with your saliva, making your eyes roll back in your head. You arch your back, nails running down the back of his muscular thighs, your jersey lifting slightly, giving him a glimpse of your round ass, a tiny number 86 embroidered on the back of your thong.
“Fuuuck,” he groans at the sight, tossing his head back—the salty taste of his precum intensifies as he cums in thick ropes, painting your throat. You wrap your hands around his body, nails sinking into his skin, making his muscles clench.
Rafe’s cock throbs on your tongue, blood pumping in his shaft as you cup his balls in your hands, rolling slowly, not wanting him out of your mouth just yet.
“C’mere,” he breathes as he helps you to your feet, pulling you to his lips. He kisses you deeply, walking you backward toward his bed, pushing you down before mounting you fast.
“These panties… You fuckin’ kidding me?” he mutters against your lips as his thick fingers shove the satin aside, running up your soaked slit.
“Don’t,” you mumble, but the warning loses some of its bite when your hips lift instinctively into his hand.
Rafe’s mouth curls against yours. “Don’t what, princess?” he asks, dragging the question out as his fingers continue their slow path between your thighs. He knows exactly what you mean. You can see it in the smug little smile he’s trying and failing to hide.
“You know what.” Your hands slide around his shoulders, nails trailing down his skin as you pull him closer, rough enough that you know it’ll leave a mark, and he knows it too.
The teasing in Rafe’s expression softens as he studies you. His big hand grips your thigh, spreading you wider against his mattress. “That what tonight was about?” he asks, pinning you down.
You hesitate, your eyes dropping briefly to his mouth. “I didn’t like her touching you,” you whisper, and his tongue skims his bottom lip.
“Yeah?” The word comes out low as he dips down until his forehead presses against yours, your arms wrapping tighter around his neck, needing him close. “Don’t want her touching me either. She isn’t you.”
“Still didn’t like it,” you mumble.
That nearly gets his smile back. Fuck, he loves you. Rafe catches your jaw in his hand, tipping your face toward his until there’s nowhere else for you to look. “You know who I went home with. Who’s my girl, huh?”
Your fingers slide into the hair at the back of his neck, holding him there. “Me.”
“Yeah, you.” His answer comes without a second of hesitation as his body settles heavier against yours. “Always gonna be you.”
The words barely have time to settle before you’re pulling him back into another kiss, your hips lifting into his hand as his fingers slip beneath the satin and push inside you. Rafe swallows your moan, smiling against your mouth because apparently reassurance only makes you wetter.
His fingers curl inside you, the heel of his palm hitting your clit at the perfect tempo—two fingers turning into three until his name is screaming past your lips and your back is arching off the mattress into his chest.
He works you through it, kissing you softly and breathlessly as you beg for his dick. He has to bite back another smile because he was already dreaming about ruining you from the moment your fingers laced possessively through his at the bar.
He’d pictured that same hand pinned to your lower back, each rut of his hips sending the jersey he just knew you couldn’t wait to slip on higher and higher as your perfect pussy swallowed his dick whole, tears of pleasure wetting his mattress with your face pressed against the sheets.
He lifts his hand, slipping his fingers between his lips, sucking your wetness from them as that filthy, satisfied smile slowly returns. “That’s my fucking bunny.”
summary: rafe overhears you and sarah talking about your boyfriend, and somehow you two end up in the bathroom not so long after
pairing: best friend’s brother!rafe x reader
warnings: smut, cheating, just 18+ content
a/n: i haven’t written in ages so i’m sorry if this bad, but i’ve tried my best. btw i’m working on my requested stories too. this is also my longest story ever, so i’m too lazy to rr it guys sorry..
you were lying flat on sarah’s bed, staring up at the ceiling while sarah was sitting instead, eating some sour candy from the package. you two have been talking for maybe an hour about some random topics that popped up in your head. after a while of silence, sarah’s eyes fell on you as a small cheeky smile spread on her face.
"what about you and thomas?" sarah leaned back on her palms as she stared at you. you shrugged "what about me and thomas?" a smile appeared on your face too. you knew sarah wanted gossip and even tho she’s your bestfriend you never really mentioned your boyfriend for some reason. maybe because your relationship wasn’t really the one you thought you’d experience with thomas. sarah groaned and threw her head back "girl you never talk about him, i want to know some details."
you chuckled and shook your head "okay okay fine! what kind of details do you have in mind exactly?" your smile turned into a more teasing one because you were like 99.9% sure you knew what kind of stuff sarah’s interested in. "have y’all fu-" and you were right. you cut her off "i knew it. you’re such a perv." a soft laugh escaped you and sarah forced a gasp "can you blame me? don’t act like you didn’t ask me when i started dating topper." you rolled your eyes before you sighed. "should i be honest?"
"100%" sarah ate another piece of candy as she watched you eagerly, waiting for the most nasty freaky answers from you. "it ain’t that good." sarah’s face dropped — damn she wanted something spicy. "seriously? i was expecting something.. well something." you cackled at that before you sat up too, now facing her. "like it’s not bad but.. it’s more like can’t-wait-till-it’s-over kind of sex." sarah listened to you and nodded cause she really did feel you. "i mean you can always find someone else." sarah stared at you and chuckled when you smacked her shoulder. "of course that’s your idea! girl i’m not.. like that. and he’s nice to me and all, he treats me good."
you two kept talking about it, completely unaware that behind the closed door was rafe, hearing every single word you said about thomas not "satisfying" you enough, how you aren’t really happy in the relationship blah blah blah.. he was intrigued. he knew you have a boyfriend, sarah’s told him - she runs her mouth way too often. but that’s literally it, you and him aren’t close at all.. he’s just your best friend’s brother to you, stupidly hot but absolutely insufferable.
"just.. say you were drunk or something." sarah cackled and you just nudged her "i’m not gonna cheat on him, sarah." a small smile in disbelief was on your face, that rafe couldn’t see but clearly hear in your tone. "i’ll just.. deal with it somehow. i’ll talk to him." sarah chuckled before she stood up. "boring." she ran her fingers through her hair before speaking up again "i need some more snacks. you want something?"
when rafe heard that he quietly tip toed into his room nearby and closed the door behind him. this cocky smirk remained on his face the whole time - while he was listening until he entered his room.
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sarah put on some series when she brought snacks and you got bored of all the talking. it didn’t take long until your best friend fell asleep.. typical, she always falls asleep soon even tho she promises she won’t this time. it was 11 maybe 12 pm. you turned off the tv and realized the whole house is completely quiet so everyone was most likely asleep. you still haven’t brushed your teeth tho. you pulled out the light pink toothbrush from your backpack and even tho you were also kinda tired, you left sarah’s room and walked towards the bathroom.
you opened the door and suddenly there was rafe in front of your eyes, chest bare with just a towel wrapped around his waist. you froze in place for a few seconds before you quickly apologized. a smirk was on his face in a second again "s’fine, come in m’gonna leave in a minute anyways." you walked in and partially closed the door. you started brushing your teeth, there was this awkward silence between you and him. not something you haven’t experienced before so. it took you a few minutes and when you were cleaning your mouth with water, he suddenly spoke up. "i’ve heard you got a boyfriend." your eyes shot up at him in the still kinda foggy mirror.
he took a small step closer "sarah’s told me. obviously." you nodded a little "yeah. you’ve heard right." you turned on your heel and started walking away.
"i also heard he doesn’t fuck you good enough."
you stopped in your track, your back facing him. his smirk widened and he crossed his arms. "have i heard that right too?" he added, just to make you feel more embarrassed. you forced a smile before you turned around. "i mean that’s like none of your business."
"hey" he stopped you once more. you rolled your eyes before you turned around again "what?" your eyes ran over his bare chest briefly.. you couldn’t even help it. he was holding your toothbrush, waiting for you to come get it. you walked back into the bathroom and just when you were about to take your toothbrush back, he leaned down and kissed you. you just pulled back quickly and stared at him "wha.." your voice trailed off when you noticed his eyes wandering over your face and body. he dropped the toothbrush on the wash basin and started kissing you again. you didn’t pull back this time tho.
his hand was on your hip, squeezing it softly as the free one closed the door and locked it. your hands ran over his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles under your fingertips made you slowly get wet. the kissing became more passionate and hungry, his tongue darting into your mouth, his hands now gripping your ass firmly. you could feel his cock getting harder as he was pressed up against you with the thin towel still loosely wrapped around his hips.
his hand slipped into your pyjama shorts as he touched you through your now soaked panties. he smirked against your mouth, his fingers rubbing your clit through the fabric. you pulled back just to sigh in pleasure, while your foreheads remained pressed together. he planted a few kisses on your neck as he backed you up against the wash basin. his free hand reached up to cup your breast underneath your shirt, squeezing and pinching your nipple. you were dripping wet at this point. you wanted him so bad, you forgot about your boyfriend at all.
he didn’t waste more time and pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it away. his eyes landed on your breasts before he cupped them, kissing your neck and collarbone. his wet mouth sucked on your nipple, his tongue rubbing against it once and then. he had to lean down so that’s when he lifted you up so you sat on the edge of the wash basin instead. you moaned quietly and he smirked against your breast.
your shorts and panties went off in no time. "shit.. you’re so wet f’me." he murmured as he kept staring at your cunt. then he reached down slid two fingers inside you. you moaned, his eyes still on your face, not leaving for a second. he moved his fingers in and out fast, curling them so he’d rub the right spot. you whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering in pleasure. he fastened up the pace of his fingers, his other hand still on your breast. when he kept touching the right spot again and again, you gripped his shoulder tightly and moaned a little louder.
"be quiet." he murmured before he moved his fingers even faster, the wet squelching sound echoing the bathroom. just when you were about to come he pulled his fingers out, which were now soaking wet with your juices. you opened your eyes and looked at him. he smirked while he put you down again "you’re so needy." he turned you around and let the towel drop down to his ankles. he stroked himself a few times. you didn’t even get the chance to see the size of his cock. he slammed his hips into yours, your body jerking forward. you moaned softly and gripped the basin tightly. he held your hips, now thrusting into you, kinda slowly at first. he leaned over you, his chest against your back as he wiped the mirror so you could see your face and him behind you since it remained foggy. he fastened up again, fucking you harder and faster now.. his eyes were on you the whole time, watching the way your ass slammed against his hips or the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure for a second.
he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up, your back against his chest again. his other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he stared down at your face. he groaned and panted as he kept the pace fast. your moans were getting louder and honestly none of you cared at this point now. "does-fuuuuuck-i bet he doesn’t hear allat does he?" he murmured playfully, his breath hot against your ear. you were busy moaning to answer so he squeezed your throat briefly.
"answer me." his tone was firm as he kept fucking you deep and so fast. you shook your head quickly "n-no.. he doesn’t." you whimpered right after. he chuckled playfully "so.. i fuck you better than your man.. damn what a shame." he panted as these words left his mouth. he threw his head back a little bit as he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. "you close?" you nodded, your brows knitted in pleasure. this wasn’t even close to what your boyfriend makes you feel. he grinned "yeah? you gonna cum f’me?" you gave him a weak nod again. "wonderin’ how would your boyfriend feel about this.. knowing your best friend’s brother fucks you better mhm?" rafe chuckled with a smirk at that. it didn’t take long until you came hard all over his dick and that’s when he lost it too. his brows furrowed too, and he moaned as he came hard. he kept his cock buried inside of you. you felt it softening slowly as you two kept breathing heavily.
he pecked your cheek twice before he planted a few more kisses on your neck. then he pulled out finally and just grabbed his towel nearby and gave it to you. he put on his fresh boxers prepared on a chair nearby and looked at you. you got dressed too and when you were about to leave he stopped you for the third time tonight. "your tootbrush." he smirked at you. a small smile was on your face too. you just took it and then left the bathroom. on your way back you realized that you just cheated on your boyfriend.. but unfortunately, the guilt was quickly quieted down by the satisfaction you were feeling..
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you had just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago and one late evening you decide that you’re ready for rafe to finally take your virginity.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, sexual themes, smut, rafe is big asf, very descriptive, swearing, p in v, rafe doing aftercare after.(bc i said so.)
𝐖/𝐂: 2,1k
you always thought you’re going to wait until marriage before having sex. well, that was before you met your boyfriend rafe. you haven’t slept with him yet, no, god no. but everytime you look at him you feel that strange feeling in your stomach, the one that says: i just want you to fuck me. and little did you know your boyfriend thought the same about you.
you never said anything of course, and neither did he. rafe didn’t push, he never pushed you. not for sex, not for anything. because he knew exactly what it felt like being pushed his whole life. his life was a big mess without understanding from the people around him. no one understood him, and everytime he fell into that big hole because of all these problems he had, he found himself at your door in front of your parents house. because now he finally had someone who understood him, loved him and was there for him. he wasn’t just the rich kook on figure eight everybody feared because of his dangerous look in the eyes or his psychotic actions, he was just a boy who was misunderstood since the day he could think.
your boyfriend admired you, truly. you’d catch him looking at you from a distance at some kooks party no matter what corner you’re in right now. he would scan every man’s face at the party because even if a man looked at you wrong, there would be a total disaster and maybe even a few thrown punches. he just couldn’t help himself, he just got so aggressive when he saw someone looking at you with their eyes full of lust or admiration because rafe was the only one who had the right to do that. you were his girlfriend after all. but once you two were alone he got all soft and gentle. it was like he behaved like a whole different person, a thing he didn’t even really notice about himself.
one rainy evening you found yourself on rafe’s bed, just mindlessly scrolling through your phone, desperately trying to decide between the five pictures you wanted to post on instagram. rafe’s bedroom was bathed in a soft glow of a single lamp. you were so glued to your phone you didn’t even notice rafe’s bedroom door opening and him stepping out in just a towel around his waist. only when you heard him say your name your eyes finally snapped up to him.
“hey baby.” god his voice was so hot when he called you that. and that smirk he always wore was just as bad as his teasing voice. your eyes trailed over his body and then snapped back up to his face. he just chuckled and turned away, distracted by searching for clean clothes to wear.
“rafe.” your voice came out louder than you expected it to. he hummed in response, and suddenly you were on your feet behind him, he felt your presence that made him turn around and face you. the next thing he noticed was you wrapping your arms around his bare neck and your warm lips against his, kissing him.
he didn’t fully kiss you back but didn’t push you away either. he had no idea where to put his arms until you pulled away. “hey..” rafe said gently, his eyes searching yours. “what happened?”
“nothing..just kiss me rafe.” you whispered against his mouth. you could feel his confused eyes trying to make sense of your desperate behaviour before he finally leaned in to kiss you. the kiss was slow at first, trying, testing you. but the kiss quickly changed. your lips started moving against each other with more force, leaving you both breathless. you pulled away for a few seconds just to crash your lips back against his. your hand buried into his buzzed hair, tugging on it and letting out a soft whine. your body was on fire. you were sure rafe could already feel the heat between your legs. suddenly you felt his strong hands cup the back of your thighs and lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands cupped your ass as his mouth made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck, pulling a soft whimper from you.
the next thing you noticed was rafe laying you down on his bed, towering over you. you looked down and saw the towel slipping from his waist. “fuck me rafe.please.” you were whining, begging, not even knowing you could be so desperate. “are you sure? i want your first time to be-“
“rafe.” you interrupted him immediately, your body already shaking with need under him. “i’ve wanted this for so long, and i’m sure you did too. please don’t make me ask twice. i want this with you and only you. i’m sure. just touch me. please just touch me.” you didn’t even notice at first but after a moment you felt the hard press of his arousal through the towel around his waist against your thigh, and it sent heat straight to your heat between your legs. you clenched your thighs together, trying to ease the aching feeling. god you wanted it so bad.
“do you want this with me?” rafe asked you slowly, his blue eyes boring into yours, your faces close. you nodded again immediately. “baby.” his voice dropped deeper. “talk.do you want this with me or not?i need you to use words.”
“yes rafe i do.” you said once again. he let out a sigh, no smirk, no smile on his face. just pure adoration and lust in his eyes. “tell me if you want me to stop, hear me?” his fingers stared tracing your waist and up to your chest, slowly undressing you.he spent the next five minutes just caressing your body and kissing you, trying to soothe you despite being so turned on himself. he just wanted you to remember this night forever, and he wanted it to be a good memory for you.
ten minutes later you were completely undressed and lying underneath him. the only thing you still had on was your bra and underwear. your chest rose and fell, the pace clearly too fast. you wanted this so bad but couldn’t help the nervous feeling pooling in your chest. rafe noticed.he noticed everything. “do you want me to stop?” he whispered in a deep voice, his lips close to your neck.
“no.no i’m just nervous im sorry.” you said through half lidded eyes. you felt him tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “don’t be. im going to take care of you. you trust me right? relax.just relax for me.”
rafe couldn’t help but groan in your ear as he pushed his hips forward once again in a slow pace. his big cock disappearing and showing again as he pulled out before thrusting back into your virgin cunt. he tried to be careful, slow, gentle. he really did. but your warm, dripping pussy clenching around him could make him cum right there and now.
“r-rafe you’re so big.. “ you cried out, tears of pleasure and pain forming in your eyes. “slow down…rafe slow down..” one hand of yours gripped his trained biceps to ground yourself somehow.
“shh..it’s okay it’s okay. it won’t hurt for too long. i promise.” he immediately slowed down, just like you asked him to. his hips drove into yours with a slow, deep pace. making you moan out his name. your other hand gripping the sheets tightly.he noticed your hand and took your hand in his, pinning it right next to your face on the sheets. your fingers intertwined with his as he fucked you into the mattress. squelching sounds filled rafe’s bedroom, and the only thing you could focus were his eyes boring into yours when you looked up at his face. rafe let out a moan as he pushed into you completely. “just like that. god you’re beautiful.” he let go of your hand for a moment and brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, before intertwining your hands again. he could feel you clenching more and more around him, and he knew exactly what that meant.
“r-rafe..oh..oh god.i feel like i’m going to pee.” you continued to moan into his ear. getting all tingly under him. you couldn’t lay still because the pleasure was too much.
“no baby youre cumming. its okay just let it out. let it come.” you squeezed his hand so tightly like you never did before and he squeezed back. the sound of your high pitched moans and his deep groans filled the whole room. he couldn’t even hear the music he put on low speaker anymore. “cum for me baby, come on, shh.”
that weird feeling in your stomach got more intense and suddenly everything came crashing down. your back arched off the mattress, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. you cried out his name and so did he. he cried out your name. his release spilled into you just two seconds after your release. he didn’t expect to come this fast, especially directly after you did, but his cum already spilled into you. his white cum filled you completely, it was so much that your inner thighs were covered in his release. his hard cock started to soften and he pulled out carefully, his hand immediately going to your face.
“fuck.”
he caressed your cheek for a moment, before pulling away and standing up right away. you looked at him like you couldn’t believe your eyes. where the fuck was he going? you were so out of power you couldn’t even move properly. you saw him get out of the room. wow. you were too confused to process what was happening and honestly you didn’t even have much time to. when you glanced up again you saw rafe hurrying back into the bathroom with a warm washcloth in his hands. he crawled onto the bed and started to clean you up. his hands spread your thighs to clean the mess in between them. you just started at his hands, the back up at his face. no one ever did this with you, well. how would they? you were a virgin and just lost your virginity after all. but you didn’t expect rafe to do that for you. after he cleaned you up he helped you sit into. more comfortable position before pulling you into his arms. his hand cradling the back of your head. you buried your face into his chest. “shh.. i got you. are you okay? did i hurt you?” you shook your head immediately. “tell me what you need and i’ll get it for you.”
“i don’t need anything. i just need you rafe.” your voice was tired, you were tired, he knew that. “i’m proud of you. you did so good for me.” rafe reassured you. running his fingers through your head. he pulled at your hair gently, signaling he wanted you to look at him. he cupped your cheek in one hand. “you should sleep. you’re powered out right now. i’m here.” he pressed a kiss to your temple. you were too tired to even notice or feel everything, your head falling back into his chest.
“sleep with me…” you mumbled, already starting to doze off. he didn’t say anything else, just pulled you closer by your bare waist and burying his fingers into your hair before nuzzling his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you shampoo.
“i love you, rafe.”
“i love you more.” he looked down to see your reaction, but you were already asleep. he fell asleep too not so long after you. his arms still wrapped tightly around you. your naked bodies intertwined with each other under the blankets rafe had pulled around you both earlier. and the last thought he had before he fell asleep, what he did to deserve you to trust him like that. you trust him to touch you. you trusted him with your body, and that meant the world to him.
𝐀/𝐍: i actually hate this so fucking bad but this has been sitting in my drafts since like 2 weeks lmfao. this was not proofread AT ALL so feel free to correct any mistakes you might find!! my requests are always open so once again feel free to request any idea that’s going through your head xx
request . getting in a fight with ruthie while secretly dating rafe
an: will admit i dont think this is my best of piece of work yet sorry guys!
sometimes you hated hanging out with the kooks. frankly you only ever did for the camerons (especially rafe) & maybe if you were feeling generous on the day, to admit topper too. but everyone else was insufferable as hell. kelce was tolerable sometimes but ruthie? impossible. maybe it was her snark or the way she was just irritating, no matter all the redeeming you tried to give her, she failed.
you were sitting beside rafe, both of you tanning on the beach, with topper, kelce, ruthie & the others going out to shore, all screaming while they surfed. rafe was gently kissing your neck while you playfully swatted him away incase the kooks saw, when a familiar run-down looking van pulled into view.
the twinkie.
you felt your heart drop to your stomach and your pants. rafe, noticing your tension, scanned your face, "baby, what is it?"
"i don't want you to get ..." there was no point explaining when rafe turned, but he seemed unbothered as he looked straight to the main trio who were already surfing. you were hoping they would get the hint & go to the furthest part of the beach, but no. the twinkie was coming right at you.
"are they out of their mind?" rafe all but growled, gaze turned on topper, who had turned slightly before his eyes widened.
"hey, cameron!" topper yelled, & you was already shutting your eyes and dreading the confrontation. you hated fighting nearly as much as ruthie, because it was just so unnecessary, and as both a kook and a pogue, you really saw through that. "you see the pogues coming?"
john b got out first, giving you a tight-lipped smile while kie and sarah ran to you, the latter pointedly ignoring her brother who grumbled under his breath beside you. you sat up beside them, talking, while the kooks approached cautiously.
you didn't see rafe give them a look, but you did hear him say, "not fucking today" before scooting over to you, just at the same time you heard ruthie say, "jj, when's your dad gonna steal a boat?"
jj inhaled sharply as kie shot him a look. "whatever, ruthie." he went over to go surf.
"whatever?" she mimicked back, "what abo —"
you was so done. maybe it was the heat or just her face, but you snapped, "do you ever just shut the fuck up?"
you saw a proud smile stretch across rafe's face as he covered his laugh behind a cough. the rest of the kooks were silent, & you saw pope + john b standing beside each other uneasily, clearly unsure whether to intervene.
"do you?" ruthie snapped. "you know, since you're trying to be a kook and a pogue —"
"okay, stop —" topper stood up, acting like a physical barrier, but ruthie persisted.
"no, it's funny how you start talking all of a sudden when it —"
"you don't even have anything to say. just —"
you didn't even get to finish your sentence before ruthie lunged, landing a punch against your face. you immediately heard rafe, sarah & kie yelling and among the burning sensation it had on your face, you saw rafe shove ruthie, hard, secret relationship be damned.
"the fuck you think you're doing?" rafe shouted, but you ducked under his arm and shoved ruthie, admist topper's snickering.
before you knew it, both of you were scrapping in the sand. ruthie smacked you so hard across the face you felt the bruising while you were both swearing insults at each other. "go back to the cut, bitch." ruthie yelled in your face.
you kicked her hard in the shin, stomach, anywhere you could hit but she was stronger, grabbing & twisting your skin. you felt some of your hair twist, and that exact moment was when rafe practically threw ruthie off.
kie knelt beside you, saying your name, "are you okay?"
despite the blood, you nodded, holding ruthie's gaze as she glared at you. kelce & topper had stopped laughing, both of them guiding ruthie back, while john b & pope were just frozen, staring. and jj? surfing on the ocean, like nothing had happened.
now, it was just you, rafe & the pogues. he propped you up, hands cupping your face, "baby, i'm so sorry —"
"it's fine." you mumbled, thought it wasn't. the bruise forming on your cheek & the split lip hurt like hell.
"let me —"
"i'm fine." you snapped, shoving rafe off, embarassed & humiliated as you just walked off.
later, at home, you sobbed your eyes out in your bedroom. you were so loud you hadn't heard rafe knock at the door, wasn't even aware he was there until suddenley amongst the tears his face was there.
"hey, beautiful." he murmured, holding your hands in his. "i'm sorry." you couldn't respond through your sobs & he gently lifted you into his lap before kissing your forehead, then the bruises on your cheek. "i'm sorry."
"not your fault." you hiccuped.
"it is. i should've known, sweetheart. i'm sorry." he murmured, kissing your bruised knuckles & arms from where ruthie had scratched at you. "i should've pulled her off sooner." when you didn't respond, he gently brushed your tears away with his thumbs, "are you crying because it hurts?"
"i just didn't want you to leave me."
rafe blinked before pressing a soothing kiss against your cheek. "leave you? i'm proud of you for putting her in her place, baby. it was well deserved."
"i just .." you trailed off, hiccuping hysterically. "i hate it."
"it doesn't matter. screw them, okay?" rafe pulled back to give you a kiss on the forehead now, before resting his against yours. "me and you, and we'll never see ruthie again. deal?"
“call- call her right now” rafe’s voice is faint but recognizable through the phone five seconds after topper called you in the middle of the night. “dude she’s already on the call.” topper replies, followed by a loud shuffling noise as rafe harshly grabs the phone from him, losing balance and almost falling off the couch while doing so.
“heyyy..come to the party i wanna see you.” rafe slurs out. you roll your eyes, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. “are you kidding me? it’s 2am rafe. you guys woke me up im not going anywhere.” you reply in annoyance.
you hear the phone being passed around again, until it lands on toppers voice. “please i’m begging you just come pick him up. he’s like fucking high and drunk as shit and he says he won’t stop drinking until you come-”
“don’t fuckin’ tell her that” you hear rafe interrupt.
“dude shut up you’re seriously so fucked.” topper responds, “anyways please come just pull up for a second.” he begs. “topper i’m not going to your house at 2am i have to wake up early tomorrow. just tell rafe to snap out of it he’ll be fine.”
“he’s literally pouting as you say that right now.” topper says, glancing to his side where rafe is sitting there half slumped attentively trying to listen to your voice.
“wha-what’s she sayin’? is she coming?” you hear on the line, clawing your heart slightly at how desperate he sounds. “she said she’s not coming bro” you hear topper reply.
“oh my god fine i’ll come. just stop him from drinking or getting high or whatever the fuck he’s doing. ill leave now.” you reply, gaining a sigh of relief from topper.
when you reach the house the thumping music already starts to hurt your head. people greet you on your way in, not forgetting to mention something about how “rafe hasn’t stopped talking about you” and that “he’s been looking for you this whole time.”
you move through the busy, sweaty crowd looking for the familiar figure. when you finally find him, he spots you from across the room and immediately tries to stand up opening his arms widely. his intoxication however leads him to stumble and lose balance as topper helps him up, shaking his head in irritation. “thanks for coming seriously i owe you one-” topper starts but gets interrupted by rafe’s slurred voice saying “ohhhh my god you’re here..i missed you so bad.”
rafe wraps his arms around your waist, giving you a sloppy kiss on your cheek to which you freeze, taken aback. topper and kelce look just as confused as you, asking “since when does rafe cameron kiss you? you guys a thing or what?” you respond shaking your head which is now buried deep in his chest, saying “since never? we’re not a thing he’s just drunk.”
after saying your byes you attempt to drag rafe through the crowd but it’s hard when other drunk people who are unaware of their surroundings keep bumping into you. “nobody touch my girl i’ll fuckin’ kill you” rafe inaudibly shouts to some guy next to you as you whisper, “rafe please shut up it’s embarrassing.”
the car ride home is unexpectedly silent. you occasionally glance over at rafe who sits there sloppily, pupils blown wide and eyes half lidded. “you okay?” you ask. “i’m okay baby.” he smiles, turning his droopy head towards you. “why are you calling me that? and that kiss earlier? what’s up with you?” you question, a bit frustrated.
“but you are my baby.” he mutters under his breath. “no i’m not rafe, we’re just friends. and you’ve literally never said that before today.”
“so what? i can’t- i can’t call you shit now?” rafe argues.
“you sure you’re not just horny? no offense rafe but you usually never call me when you’re drunk because you’re too busy fucking some random girl.”
your statement makes rafe’s eyebrows knit and you can see the pure offense on his face. “wow okay.” he goes silent. “look i didnt mean it like that,” you start, trying to keep your eyes on the road and focus on driving. “i’m just confused on why you’re all of a sudden acting like we’re dating.”
rafe opens his mouth to say something, but then hesitates and closes it again. when you finally arrive at his house, you quickly get out of the car and walk around, opening the passenger side door to which he immediately leans into you. you help him out of the car, one of his arms over your shoulder as you quietly bring him upstairs to his room.
rafe immediately flops on the bed, lying on his back as he opens both arms urging you to join. “please i need you.” he whispers. you can feel your face reddening as you slowly walk over, gently sitting down on the bed next to his figure. he drags your body down, engulfing you into his embrace. his skin radiates warmth, flushed from the alcohol and you can almost smell his cologne buried in the scent of weed.
you look up at his face noticing how he’s sloppily smiling as he looks back at you, hair all ruffled up. you almost miss the way his pupils dialate as he watches you run your fingers through it. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” he says.
you stay silent as you convince yourself it’s just the alcohol and drugs talking, not him. “rafe don’t say stuff like that.” you quietly respond. “why not? it’s true.” he says, half lidded eyes never once leaving your face. “you just- you can’t. we’re not like that.”
you sit up slightly from your position attempting to snap back into your thoughts. “let me go pick out some fresh clothes for you, you can take a warm shower and clean up. how about that?” you ask. “no, not yet.” he says, pulling you back down onto the bed next to him. your face flushes when you notice how close it is to his.
“it wasn’t a question-” you say, but you get cut off by his lips crashing into yours. his tongue grazes along your bottom lip as if he’s asking for permission. you freeze for a second before letting his tongue slip into your mouth as you gently kiss him back; he cups your cheek with his palm, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek up and down.
you can taste the alcohol from him, bringing you back to reality as you pull away.
“rafe you’re drunk. we shouldn’t be doing this-”
“i’m so in love with you.” he admits. your eyes go wide as you shake your head.
“that’s not even funny rafe. don’t say shit like that when you’re not sober.”
the words hang between you, swallowed by the silence. his expression falters for just a second like he’s searching for the right words but coming up empty.
“but it’s not a fuckin’ joke. i promise.” he pleads with his eyes. “i’ll say it again in the morning.. i just need you right now.” he says, pulling your lips back onto his.
synopsis: you had a shitty day at work but seeing your sexy boyfriend (and his dick) cheered you up ! from this req.
w/c: 0.8k
a/n: sorry I didn’t focus enough on him comforting her but but i hope you like it! this is the first fic ive posted on this account and i hope it does well! also english is my first language but i SUCK at it so if i fucked anything up lmk! 🩷
content warning: unprotected piv (wrap it b4 you tap it), pussy eating, fem reader, praise kink, no use of y/n! pretty sure that’s it but if there’s anything else just comment
Work sucked. 8 hours at the country club and about 800 rude old men whining about your “attitude”. Your boss had even got on you about it today, it wasnt like you were super rude either, just not some girl flirting and batting her eyelashes for tips. On top of this, you had to pick up your coworkers shift tomorrow, saturday.
You truly didnt think anything could make this day better.
Then, like an angel from heaven, Rafe came home. He was wearing that tight polo today, and somehow looked even sexier than usual. You thought the sight of him alone might’ve actually turned this day upside down. He took a seat beside you on the couch, a smirk hung on his face. “What’s got you smiling like that, hm?” he asked, his gazing going back and forth between your eye and lips. “Thought you said your boss was being an ass.” he added. You nod smile not dropping, “Yeah, but seeing you has definitely helped.” it was cheesy, but so, so true.
His smirk softened, “Really?” his voice was soft. He leaned over, his face dangerously close to yours. “I think I can help even more..” you nodded quickly, staring into his eyes. You’d been thinking about it since he walked in the door honestly, your panties already embarrisingly wet. He pushed you down gently, your head now against the arm of the couch, him on top of you with his toned arms on either side of your face.
Suddenly his lips captured yours and it was like the rest of the world melted away. As his tongue moved passionately against yours, you didnt think about your boss or any annoying old man, just this perfect man on top of you. His hands move to under your shirt, running them over your waist before pulling away to tear both his and your shirt off. Now, as he kissed you, his hands were on your chest. He cupped one of your tits before running his thumb over your nipple, only covered by the shear fabric of your bra.
After unclasping your bra and taking both your bottoms off, you now lay naked with him on top of you. “Rafe..” you moan as he kisses your neck. His dick was hard and leaking precum against your pussy, but he hadn’t given you what you needed yet. “Patience, baby.” he responded simply, kissed headed lower. As he kissed down your stomach, you grew needier, hips bucking when he got to your inner thighs.
His lips came to your clit after what felt like forever, sucking like you were the sweetest candy. Your hands flew to his hair, your eyes rolling back. “Fuck,” you moaned, biting your lip to stifle more loud noises. “That’s it,” he pulled away for just a second, “let me hear you.” You feel his fingers move from where they were gripping your thigh, two fingers moving to push straight into you. His mouth and hands worked in harmony, fingers scissoring to hit the deepest spots inside, tongue moving against your heat. Finally, the build-up was too much, you felt your orgasm coming quick. “Rafe.. fuck, Rafe im gonna—“ he cut you off, barely pulling away, “I know baby, go ahead, cum on my face.” He went back in and with one more thrust of his fingers you came undone. He didn’t pull away immediately, just let you ride it out before sitting back up and licking your juices from his fingers.
You sat up a bit, panting heavily, needing a breather. Rafe watched for a moment before straddling your hips again, still looking hungry for more. Hands were on your waist again, lips on yours, and soon his dick was inside you. He stretched you so good, thrusts hard but not rushed. “Fuck—“ he breathed out, “you feel so good for me baby, taking me sooo good.” You clenched around him at that and he let out a groan, resting his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. The rhythm continued for forever, both your moans and his groans filled the room.
His pace slowed after a while, thrusts softer. You knew he was close. Soon, you felt the same thing, your pussy fluttered around him and he sped up. His hand came to your clit, rubbing small circles over it, eliciting another loud moan. “I know, ‘s okay, let go for me.” He says between thrusts that were now sloppy. You can’t help it, your second orgasm came crashing over you. Rafe was soon to follow, he pulled out quickly and pumped his dick once with his hand, and came all over your stomach.
He let out a content sigh and leaned against the back of the couch. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He spoke after a minute, picking you up bridal-style and walking to the bath. He kissed your forehead gently, “Feel better, baby?” he asked, smiling as he looked you over.
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🐦⬛ — i’m obsessed with clinginess. please throw me a man who’s obsessed with me PLEASE 🙏🏻
The curtains in Rafe’s room need to be fixed as soon as humanly possible. How he hasn’t gotten them replaced yet is beyond his own comprehension, but right now, he can barely give more than two fucks about the extra sunlight filtering through his shitty ass curtains.
Rafe groans softly, muscles aching with misuse, skin warm beneath the thick covers. The moment his mind registers his surroundings fully, he freezes.
Something’s missing.
Is it his shirt? No, he took that off yesterday. He remembers chucking it into the laundry basket right before he went to sleep with—
You.
You were right beside him when he fell asleep last night. You were in his arms when he woke up at the ungodly hour of five AM at a sudden loud noise he never found the source of.
But you’re not here now. That’s weird. You’re always here when he wakes up.
“Baby,” Rafe calls out in hopes that you’re just in the bathroom. He stares at the ajar door leading to the toilet, but it doesn’t move. No one responds to him. A few birds chirp outside his window, and he finally realises that he’s completely alone right now.
He pouts. Rafe Cameron pouts, because there’s no one here to see him act like a child and he’s missing his pretty girlfriend too much. You left him to wake up alone, so that must mean you hate him.
Fuck. He knew it. He knew you hated him. He’s had a feeling for a good amount of time. An angel like you should never settle for a bullshit of a boyfriend like himself, and you realised that yourself at last.
So Rafe trudges down the stairs of Tannyhill in an absolutely foul mood, sending glares toward every corner despite being alone in the Cameron estate. But even then, even as he’s pouting and frowning and waiting to punch anyone who appears in front of him, he’s still hoping that with every edge he turns, you might appear.
You don’t. Maybe that’s because he hasn’t really turned any corners at all, but still. You don’t appear. You just don’t.
Have you really left? Left Rafe alone to wallow in his misery once again? He hasn’t not had you in a while, and truth be told, he’s gotten too used to it. He knows he shouldn’t, but he can’t help it. He loves you too much, and he needs you too much. Every second of every day.
“Baby …” he whines in frustration, to no one in particular, as he enters the kitchen, expression contorted like he’s holding back tears. He runs a rough hand through his buzzed hair and tries to grip and pull on his strands, but then he remembers that he doesn’t have that hair anymore.
(He should’ve listened to you when you told him not to shave off all his hair. Is that why you left him? Fuck. He hates his past self now. Why didn’t he listen?)
Rafe heads straight for the coffee machine, grumbling under his breath about how you “better be surprising me with head for scaring me like this.”
“The fuck?”
He whips around, almost spraining a muscle. His eyes are as wide as saucers, pupils blown so wide that the blue of his irises is almost nonexistent. Rafe swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing as he stares straight at you.
Shit. Did she hear that?
“What’s got your panties in a fuckin’ twist?” you scoff lightheartedly, amusement lacing your features as you laugh softly. You’re holding a mug, filled with your morning coffee already, and Rafe thinks he might cry.
Your lips part again so you can say something, but Rafe doesn’t hear a single word at all. His mind is racing, and his heart is beating too loudly in his chest. He can hear his heartbeat speeding up with every second that passes, and the pace with which he approaches you almost matches the rate his heart is going at.
“No— Nonononono, my coffee—” you sputter, attempting to save your day’s life support by leaving it safe on the nearest counter. A good half of it spills anyway when Rafe throws himself at you, clutching you so tightly you wonder if you’ve done something wrong.
The base of your mug clatters against the marble counter. Rafe buries his face into your neck, inhaling your scent like he’s forgotten it over the time he spent without you in bed with him. He lets out a soft sound that’s a little too similar to a dog’s pitiful whimper.
His nose twitches. “Why did you leave?”
You roll your eyes, but hug him back just as firmly. You’re a little pissed that you’ve lost some of your energy in the form of caffeine, but you have no capacity to think about that as Rafe hugs you so close you’re practically one figure now.
“I was literally just going back up,” you deadpan, patting his back gently, trying to soothe him. You swear he’s crying into your shoulder — is he sniffling? Whining? You’re not sure. You do know that he’s sulking, though. He always does.
And then the proof comes: Rafe groans, the sound muffled from the way he presses his face against you. It’s familiar, because you’ve heard it countless times over the course of your relationship. Which is practically every single fucking day.
He doesn’t say anything, much to your exasperation. He never says anything though, so you don’t know why you’re so pressed. You file that thought away and focus on soothing your big baby of a boyfriend.
For a few very long moments, the two of you stay like that. You’re not sure how much time has passed, but it’s enough for you to grow tired on your feet (because you haven’t had your morning coffee yet).
“Can we—?” you begin, but Rafe cuts you off promptly.
“I thought you left,” he says sadly into your neck, and you can hear the slight crack in his voice. The shakiness and fear of his statement possibly being true when he woke up without you by his side. “For real, baby. I thought you actually packed your shit and left.”
Your annoyance fades into a fond sort of concern. Rafe has attachment issues, and you’re the one person he actually loves too much to let go of. He’s made it clear that anyone else can fuck off when he gets tired, but you? The six feet two future CEO of Cameron Development never wants you to be out of his sight. He needs to have you with him every time.
It’s clear to even a blind person that Rafe can’t function properly without you. Ward’s labelled you a liability countless times before, but Rafe doesn’t care — he hasn’t cared in a long time, and neither have you.
Your head turns to press a kiss against his temple. “Sorry, baby,” you murmur, warm breath tickling his skin. He shifts a little and buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck. “I didn’t think you’d wake up yet. You know I’ll never leave you like that.”
Rafe makes an unintelligible noise that you’re about to question, but then he pulls away from your neck and stares down at you with that pout. You fall silent immediately, watching closely as Rafe’s expression changes from sulky to hopeful and relaxed.
“Yeah,” he whispers, like raising his voice even just a little would chase you away. “You won’t. You love me too much.”
You flash a smile at him, cupping his face tenderly, when he suddenly leans down to kiss you. “Rafe—!”
He plants a giddy kiss on your lips, short and sweet, before pecking your entire face over and over again like he can’t get enough of you. Rafe’s relishing the soft laughs you’re letting out, his heart lurching at the realisation that he’s making you laugh like this.
How could you leave him when you look so happy having his kisses all over your face?
“Come back to bed,” he mumbles, focusing his affection on the corner of your mouth. When he locks eyes with you, you can see the plea in the blue. “We haven’t cuddled enough.”
You nod despite yourself, already reaching for your mug (now half-filled because of a certain someone), but Rafe has other plans.
The fucker picks you up bridal style, ignoring the yelp you make.
“You’re not escaping me this time,” he reasons simply, already walking out of the kitchen despite your protests about your abandoned (and spilt) coffee. You eventually quieten down about it when you realise Rafe won’t be turning around.
Now your coffee’s going to get cold, and you’ll have to make another one.
“You don’t need coffee when you’re gonna spend the whole day with me,” Rafe huffs petulantly, as if he can read your thoughts (and at this point, he probably can, with how well he’s able to decipher your expressions).
“You are exactly why I need coffee,” you grumble under your breath, then let out a high-pitched scream when Rafe almost drops you. “Hey! You know it’s true!”
“But you still love me.”
“Debatable.”
“I’m gonna throw you out the window.”
“You won’t do that. You almost cried ‘cause you woke up alone.”
barry was only ever going to be useful to rafe because of the drugs. not because of his sister. rafe didn't even knew you existed. not until he stepped by barry's. he was wearing a simple polo when he entered barry's van. it was hot as rafe grunted, fiddling with his collar, "barry, bro, where you at?"
there was silence before you stepped out, in a massive shirt, clearly not expecting any visitors. rafe's eyes shot to you as you said, "he's not here."
"not here. huh." rafe repeated, looking you up and down, trying to study in what way you could know barry and be sleeping over. "and who are you?"
you scowled as you picked up barry's left over beer cans, holding two between your fingers as you then crossed your arms. "his sister?" you deadpanned.
rafe's eyebrows shut up, "you're barry's sister?" looking at barry, it didn't take two to guess that he didn't have the most perfect genes. but now looking at you? that thought process was an entire lie.
"yes, i'm barry's sister." you snap. "he's not here on sunday's anymore."
"hm." silence fell as you both stared at each other. "since when are you his sister?"
"since birth." you retorted. "now get out." at your harsh tone, rafe's smirk widened. he loved people who didn't talk politely to him (admittedly women) like he was rafe cameron.
by time you'd thrown a beer can at his head and shoved him out the van, rafe cameron was already in love.
being barry's sister, he taught you from a young age that being rude allowed you more space in the world & that was what kept you alive. & rafe was everything you'd seen before: classic rich white boy with expensive ralph-lauren polos and an ego taller than him. he was the type only barry dealt with. you lived in a van and drunk beer like water: by nature and even envy did you not get along with people like rafe.
the next day, you was throwing out the trash when a motorbike went past you. the same guy from yesterday, with that bike not having a single scratch on it. you crossed your arms again as he got off, blue eyes meeting yours as he took his helmet off, "i didn't get your name last time, baby."
"you don't need my name." you said shortly, ready to throw the pair of bin bags you had in your hands at him.
he grinned, squinting slightly. after some silence: "then i might need to tell barry why cops are gonna be in his house with an anonymous tip for drugs when he comes back."
"for my name you'd ratt out your only drug dealer?"
"not the only one." he was double-bluffing here but still! you sighed before telling you his name. he nodded, repeating it, before saying, "i'm rafe."
the name sounded familiar, but you simply brushed it off as barry having said it in passing. "okay."
"wow, not even a —"
"what the fuck do you want?" you interjected.
"seriously, if you're going to ratt out barry —"
"let me take you out."
you blinked. "huh?"
rafe grinned again. "let me take you out." he repeated.
at that grin again ... it clicked. this wasn't some random kook boy called rafe ... it was rafe fucking cameron. the one who was notorious for beating up pogues, getting in fights & overall not a pleasant person to be around. & here he was, asking you out. so you stated the obvious: "i'm a fucking pogue."
rafe's smiled thinned for a second as he scratched the back of his head. "yeah, well, whatever."
you narrowed your eyes. "this joke isnt funny. talk to me one time and i'll call the cops on you for what you did to their dear friend, peterkin."
god fucking damn. he was silent & still as he watched you storm back to your van & slam th edoor shut. frankly he didn't know whether to be impressed or irritated. maybe both? he genuinely did want to know you, but your attitude only made him want you more.
sunday dragged by too slowly. within what felt like hours did rafe finally appear at barry's van. he knocked too loudly which was opened by a disgruntled barry. "man, what the — oh hey country club!"
rafe barely looked at barry. he didn't even care about his new tooth. gold or silver he wasn't even looking. "you have it?"
barry inched the door slightly shut. "what you looking for? my sister told me you dropped by."
when rafe was certain you weren't in eyesight, he rubbed his nose a little too hard. "just some cocaine."
"'kay, got ya." barry kept the door open while rafe collected the cash between his fingers.
when he left, shutting the door behind him, he saw you walking towards the van, clearly gone grocery shopping. you wrinkled your lip as soon as you saw him. "what now, kook?"
"you." rafe said immediately. "it's not some twisted joke. i really do want to go out with you." when you was silent, you took it as further encouragement. "if it goes to shit, then tell every single person you want about peterkin, okay? just —" his hand clenched. "one chance."
"fine." you said eventually. "but you make me a laughing stock of your kook group then you'll end up like peterkin."
⋆.˚ PAIRING ˚.⋆
therapist!rafe x younger!reader (f)
⋆.˚ SYNOPSYS ˚.⋆
fresh out of college and emotionally fried, you escape from nyc to the outer banks for 6 months to figure out what the hell you’re doing with your life. unfortunately, your insomnia, anxiety, and terrible coping mechanisms come with you.
desperate to get your shit together, you make the incredibly sensible decision to start therapy with dr. rafe cameron—the man you blocked 4 years ago and definitely never planned on letting back into your life.
but reopening old wounds is part of therapy, right?
⋆.˚ CONTENT INFO ˚.⋆
overthinking, anxiety, mention of smoking & weed
⋆.˚ AUTHOR'S NOTE ˚.⋆
super curious what you guys think about this part !! HAVE FUN READING <3
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Continuation of part one. Big Dick Ex-Boyfriend 💦 (part 2. ugh I am so rusty I am sorry my loves. 😩)
The living room was still dim as you sat anxiously on the couch. You tapped your fingers against your knee counting down the minutes until you heard his truck. You were nervous for many reasons. You hadn’t seen him in a few months and had ignored his calls and texts the entire time. And now you were about to get pounded out in the same cousin’s house you vented to about how toxic Rafe was. You hoped Kiara was still hungover enough from the night before to not know he was coming and more importantly not hearing you getting fucked. You had a very hard time staying quiet though.
The other part of you was excited. Your stomach doing flips and pussy clenching around nothing at the thought of him sliding that monster inside you. Your hair was still wild from sleep, big t-shirt on that swallowed your frame, you hadn’t showered yet. You didn’t have time to think about any of that because the growl of his truck along with heavy bass made your heart drop. You stood up, taking a deep breath as you quietly unlocked the door. You opened it slowly, watching as his truck turned off and he stepped out. And fuck…you had forgotten how sexy he was.
Rafe walked with an effortless confident stride. Tall and broad, with a faded buzzcut you knew he got lined up frequently and insane blue eyes. His black t-shirt clung to his muscled torso, tan work khaki’s hung low on his toned hips. You opened the door wider as he stepped onto the porch, crossing your arms as he gave you a smirk that sent a shock right down to your core.
Following you quietly down the hall and into the room you had been staying in, you shut the door and locked it. He towered over you as he walked you backwards towards the unmade bed, hand already coming down to unbuckle his belt. “Why you actin shy for?” He asked, his voice low and strained, cocky ass fucking smile on his face. The back of your knees touched the bed, eyes looking up as he took off his shirt. You watched as he popped the button open to his pants, after stepping out of his work boots, pulling his boxers down to show you what you had been wanting.
You instinctively spread your legs open, biting your lower lip as he let out a low chuckle. You hated how cocky he was, even though he had every right to be looking and packin’ like that. Grabbing your plush hips to pull you closer, he pushed your t-shirt up before throwing one your legs over his muscled shoulder and the other bent back towards you. You looked between the two of you, dick heavy in his hand. His dick was thick with a smooth base, it stretching you out every fucking time. Not only that it was long, touching you places that always left you sore the next day.
He ran the fat tip along your wet folds before slowly pushing himself in. He watched your mouth fall open, head tilting back as he buried himself inside you before pulling all the way back out. The base of his dick was shiny with your sweetness as he laughed a little at the whine you let out from being empty. “What?” He asked, slowly sliding in again about half way just to be an asshole.
“Rafe quit fuckin’ playing.” You mumbled, growing increasingly frustrated by the second.
He slid out all the way again, causing you to shoot daggers at him as you began to protest. That’s when he slammed into your hole in one go. Then he began moving and it was over with. “This what you wanted so bad huh? Been ignoring me for months and now you wanna get your pussy fucked out?”
Your eyes rolled back, the sound of his voice making your cunt clench around him. You could barely get any words out, just moans that you already couldn’t keep quiet. Rafe didn’t give a fuck either. He just picked up the pace, caging you in as he made you look up. “Nah baby. Watch yourself take this fucking dick.” His voice strained as he gave you a nasty tongue kiss before pulling back. His abs flexed as he threw both your legs over his shoulders, thin gold chain gleaming off the morning sun as he adjusted himself inside you before his thrusts started all over again.
“Rafe baby.. fuck. T-too much.” You moaned, the sound of your slickness and skin slapping filling the room as he bottomed out inside you. He was so fucking deep, fucking you so that you’d remember just whose dick you kept drunk babbling about the night before.
Like the asshole he was he just flashed you a white smile. “You can take it.“ Is all he said. And you knew by the end of this you’d be moving back in with him that same day.
Haha I’ll put the pitchforks away. Opinions are opinions for a reason
Personally if I’d been writing the show I would’ve changed Rafe getting a gf (and the writers practically erased his coke addiction and gave him an alcohol dependency instead which always annoyed me) to Rafe putting in the work and going to therapy or something lol
I don’t think they’re gonna actually resurrect JJ. It’s probably gonna be one of those endings where they’ll try because they’re going through the stages of grief but it either doesn’t work (and/) or they hit the acceptance stage of grief and don’t do it
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