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IN WHICH:: Rafe Cameron an undercover cop with his partner Topper Thornton; are sent to bust ran by one of the biggest street racing rings in outer banks; only to be driven on a wild goose chase and falling for a girl.
WARNING18+:: these chapters contain harsh language, death, drugs, street racing, I know virtually nothing about cars so some of this may sound like very dumb to anyone who does, slow burn!, sex scenes, smoking cigarettes & weed.
TAGLIST:: open (comment or send an ask) make sure you allow tags in order to be on the list. I also have no clue how long this will be, but I think I prefer writing wips instead of series💔
WARNING:: street racing, gambling, flirting, mentions of drugs, police chase, mentions of car crashes, undercover cop!rafe x reader, slow burn, nothing in the show is relevant to this fic.
SUMMARY:: Rafe Cameron an undercover cop with his partner Topper Thorton; are sent to bust a cartel being hidden by an illegal street racing ring in the outer banks, only to be sent on a wild goose chase and fall for a girl he doesn’t know if he can trust.
TAGLIST:: @suetheschoolpls @slut-4-gojo (open & make sure you allow ppl to tag you!)
The smell of burning rubber against asphalt had made Rafe scrunch his nose and his adrenaline pump. Crowds of people on the back streets of the cut, warm lighting, warm air, and the sound of music mixing with the revving of engines to the dozens of foreign and sports cars that cover the ink sky of an empty warehouse parking lot. Rafe would have never guessed that if you had enough balls to drive through enough dirt roads so late at night you would come across this part of the island that anyone would figure is abandoned.
Watching over the crowd unimpressed as people look at others wiping down even the smallest of smudges on their cars, you sat on the hood of your car as the crowds shuffles and moves around you. You take a small rag rubbing off the mud that stained your bumper on the way to the dirt filled back streets. You sigh as you tossed the stained towel onto your shoulder as you watch Cleo and pope push through the crowd.
“Hey, so one of Barry’s guys brought in a Racer. Don’t know how good he is but I’m betting you’ll have no problem” Cleo smirked and it made your eyebrows raise slightly. “We never know. Don’t look down on someone just because your my friend” You roll your eyes as you lean against the drivers door, the warmth of the metal on your bare lower back almost makes your skin itch. Pope shakes his head at your words. “We don’t say it cause we’re your friends; we say it because you are the top driver here” he then changes the subject split second pointing to the hood of your car “How’s the engine? I tweaked it up last night before I gave it back” almost expectant of honest feedback.
“It’s smooth. No stuttering, also my car stopped jerking so thanks for that” you point out with a small smile and it makes Pope pat you on the shoulder before he looks over to the abandoned warehouse they were in front of, he see’s JJ wave him over as he tightens a screw under the hood of his car and it makes Pope shake his head. “We gotta go help JJ before his car explodes” and it makes you laugh as you look at the blonde circle around his bright green car with a confused look on his face. “Go get him before he fucks that car up. This is his second car this month, Barry will lose his shit” You point patting Cleo on the lower back before they. Part ways.
On the other side of the parking lot Rafe pulls his car through the winds of people to find the man that his team had provided a picture of as their in. He see’s a man that fits the picture all to well standing at the edge of the crowd looking intensely at the two cars pulling through with intense eyes. His clothes all black, his scruffy beard not hiding the frown on his lips, his messy black hair pushed back. It makes something shift in his stomach that didn’t feel good.
Yet the two blondes park their cars anyways and step out slowly walking towards the man who meets him halfway through the crowd and the gap they have for cars. “Cameron?” The burly man asks and it makes Rafe puff his chest a bit before nodding “Yeah, you Lightener?” Rafe asks as he runs his hands over the buzzed blocks locks on his head. The man nods as he crowds closer towards the two slightly dropping his head as he speaks “I can only talk you up so much, he might let one of you race I can’t be sure” He frowns slightly twisting his head over his shoulder looking past the cars lined up where he see’s Barry sitting at an old plastic table as he takes money from two customers entering as he looks around for a moment pocketing some of the money before he slips the rest into a lock box.
The man shakes his head before looking at the two blonde’s dumbly “After this you don’t need anything from me. I come to you.” He looks between the two boys expecting some sort of response. “Right, but what if we have trouble?” Topper asks and it makes Lightener roll his eyes “The two of you were sent here because whoever is in charge trusts and believes that you can do the job, I shouldn’t have to hold your hand here” He rolls his eyes and it makes Rafe squint at the buff brunette in annoyance.
“He was just askin’ man; This is the first either of us are doing this ever. You’re our in, so excuse us if we assumed you’d be of help” Rafe sticks up for the younger boy and it makes Topper press his palm to Rafe’s shoulder in warning to watch his attitude and it makes Rafe glare at him for a split second before stepping back and letting out a sigh. “I’m sorry, they just threw us into this without us knowing a single thing. We don’t even know what these guys want us to bring back” Rafe shakes his head taking back his aggression from moments ago. Not miss a beat the man hums in understanding “I could die if you two get me caught. I’ve put all of that behind me; doing this for you is a huge risk” He says as the two of them watch the man become slightly skittish as he picks at his nails and looks over his shoulder.
Rafe couldn’t practically see the anxiety rolling of the man and it shakes him to his core, a man of his stature and ex-CIA is practically shivering in his boots, but he knew all too well that it was a bit too late to turn around and run for the hills. So Rafe straightens himself up before speaking hoping that his voice won’t give away how utterly shaken he is. “It’s fine, we’ll try to not to make you suspicious. If we need you; it will only be when you are the last resort” He says firmly and it makes Topper’s eyes widen before he shoves Rafe’s shoulder “Last resort?” He shakes his head looking almost offended “No way, this guy is our, in.He is just as guilty as us. The fact that you can get all of your little friends set up, but you can’t help the people who are supposed to be calling the shots to take this stupid fuck hit” He angrily mumbles and it makes Rafe roll his eyes.
Rafe had a lot of nerve demanding this random man would willingly throw himself under the bus to just to help them was insane. How could this man who had gone rogue years ago and incriminated himself would help you beyond getting the two of them in. “Your boss called in a favor. All said and done I’m leaving with a clean record” the older man aggressively said and it makes the two rookies slightly flinch back. “Alright, reel it in. We just gotta get in; be talked up enough to get a race slot and then we split ways.” Rafe says plainly making the two men having an ego match look at him equally annoyed but agreeing anyways.
The man cocks his head over to the table that Barry had been seated at before he starts walking in that direction and it immediately leaves Rafe’s stomach in knots that tighten with each step he took. As the shoulder their way through the crowd mumbling apologies, Topper becomes more and more distracted with each pretty girl that walks near him, wearing a stupid smirk on his face as he waves at a brunette girl who smiles back at him. Rafe interrupting the interaction as he smack the back of Toppers neck harshly making the shorter boy wince and hold his hand to the now red skin stinging in irritation “Fuck you” He snaps over his shoulder and it makes Rafe try and hide his laugh as he tucks his chin to his chest fighting the smile on his lips.
Stopping abruptly and running into Toppers back slightly making Rafe grunt as he looks over his shoulder at the brown haired man sitting at the table with a joint in his mouth holding a lighter to the tip as it begins to spit out the slightly green smoke into the night air that makes Rafe’s eye twitch just the slightly. Before he clears his throat to introduce himself only to be quickly interrupted by Lightener. “I saw these two race a couple weeks ago when i was in Japan.” He started and it makes Barry look at the two with narrow eyes. “These two? In Japan? You sure? His brows scrunch together as he looks at them in confusion.
“They were tired of rookies in California and went to Tokyo for their racing scene and they’ve been blowing them outta the water” He says with a confident smirk and it almost makes Rafe raise his eyebrows but stops himself and nods along with his words. “Yeah? We got some big fish here, i don’t think you can blow them out like them boys in Cali” He says flashing a cocky grin that makes his gold tooth stick out in the oddly white row of teeth. “For real? You mind; if run a round with someone from your gang?” Topper says and it makes Rafe cringe and pinch Topper through the shirt and it makes him yelp slightly and look back at Rafe with another searing glare.
Flashing a bright smile Rafe drapes his arm over Topper’s shoulder “I’m Sorry, excuse my friend; Tokyo had a lot of braggers” He lets out a small laugh to cover the awkwardness and it makes Barry shake his head “What about you, Country Club? You don’t wanna race with my racers?” Barry asked almost accusingly and it makes Rafe’s anxiety shoot up “No, I’m just trying to be polite. We don’t want to take someone else’s spots to race that’s all” Rafe tries to sooth the burning feeling that rushes over his skin at the heavy gaze that Barry had set on him by rubbing his palm against his jeans.
“It’s all good. But only one of y’all can race. Some dickhead got mad because he had to pay a cut to race” He shakes his head as he flicks the hot ashes onto the concrete and taking another drag. “How much for one of us to enter?” Topper asked and Barry then smiles “I’ll cover it for you. Any friend of Light is a friend of mine, no?” He looks at the three of them as they all laugh and nod as if they were forced out of fear. “Barry!” A feminine voice calls over the sound of the crowd antics and it makes Rafe’s head snap in the direction that it came from to be met with a girl around his age as she eyes Barry with skeptical eyes “JJ fixed the speaker in the skyline, just down blow it out like last time. I had to sit in that car for hours because he was lonely and bored” She rolls her eyes and snapping over to Rafe who still leaned against Topper with an awkward smile curling on his face earning a small wave to the three which makes Lightener sit up slightly and grin at the girl.
The small oil and dirt stained rag on her shoulder falling onto the floor before a gust of wind blows it directly a hair away from Rafe’s dirty red converse looking down he bends to pick it up before walking over to you “Sorry” You mumble softly as you step forward gently taking the ragged piece of fabric out of his hand your fingers brush slightly and it makes Rafe dizzy as he steps closer looking down at you intensely as the smell of your perfume clouds his senses you clear your throat pulling the rag back onto your shoulder and it makes Rafe come back to reality stepping back before retreating back to stand next to Topper.
“…Alright. Is it still parked in the same spot?” Barry awkwardly speaks up and it almost makes Rafe choke on his saliva but a small chuckle was earned from Topper. “Should be. But if you need anything else fixed your best chance is to find me at the shop” You turn to finally meet the red and piercing eyes of Barry before you lean back on the balls of your feet before clapping your hands together to end the discussion, “I gotta get ready for the race soon and change” You point back towards the many cars parked in rows. Your eyes flitter over the boys with a small smile “I’ll be seeing you boys?” It was more of a statement than a question but regardless Rafe nodded dumbly completely blinded by how pretty you are, even watching as you puff out a small laugh before turning away and disappearing into the crowd.
It took a few faint taps to his lower stomach before he ripped his eyes away from the spot he last saw you before he looks over at Barry once more. “So which one of you boys is racing?” He asks as he blows out another thick cloud of smoke looking between the two blondes curiously. But before Rafe can even gather his thoughts Toppers palm pressed against his back pushing him forward.
“I- uh, yeah I’ll race” Rafe shakes his head as his lips move faster than his brain. Before he glares at Topper at the fact that he had put him on the spot so quickly. “He’s the best in Tokyo” Topper claps his hand against Rafe’s shoulder making him grunt in annoyance which makes Topper slide his hand away quickly holding them up in surrender before Rafe snaps his head back towards Barry. “Alright, Country Club. Show me what Japan lost” He sits back in his chair and it makes Rafe look down at him with these dull eyes that made Barry felt like if he wouldn’t blink that he’d burn a hole through his face.
“Yeah. I’ll be sure to” he nods before turning away and walking back towards his car. “We gotta pull you up to the starting line” Lightener says as the two follow behind him. “Is there a way without having to slowly drive through the crowd?” Topper asks as they slowly make it back to Rafe’s car as he unlocks the door and opens the door Lightener at the passenger which makes Topper frown as the man pulled the door and stepped a foot inside before turning to him “no.”
And with that Topper whines as he opens the door and slides into the backseat as he mumbled complaints that makes Rafe look in the backseat “shut up and put your seatbelt on” he says as he pulls his over his chest and starts his car, the collective sound of car doors snapping shut allows Rafe to back out of his space.
KEY= my resquests are open for any characters on this list! I will be writing for multiple fandoms, with separate masterlists that will link back to my navigation!
WARNING:: this page is 18+ meaning the content will not always be sfw, mdni or you will be blocked.
WARNING:: slow burn, harsh language, multiple sex scenes, depictions of death, guns, arguments, fight scenes, drug and drinking consumption, street racing, angst, fluff, almost everything to the plot of obx is irrelevant in this fic.
SUMMARY:: Rafe Cameron an undercover cop with his partner Topper Thornton; are sent to bust ran by one of the biggest street racing rings in outer banks; only to be driven on a wild goose chase and falling for a girl.
TAGLIST:: open (comment or send an ask)
The smell of dark coffee and warm fresh ink on printing paper made Rafe’s mouth dry as he swallows hard and adjusts his tie in the uncomfortable wooden chair seated in front of his fathers desk in the rather spacious office that was located in the very back of the police department. Topper didn’t look any better than Rafe; practically wearing out the sole of his shoes as he twists his shoes against the old carpet roughly.
“So, boys. We have a problem that was sent down from the CIA” Ward starts and immediately Rafe’s face screws up in confusion. “The CIA?” Before his father can elaborate the words spill from his lips. “There’s a cartel moving around on the Island, we got a lead on a a guy named Barry Russo, mid 20’s, last real job he had was with the local water supply company.” Rafe’s face scrunches even more.
“Barry has ties to whoever is running this cartel. He runs a car shop where he runs those cars filled with drugs and all kinds of shit. After moving whatever is in those cars he uses them for street racing. Not too long a raid happened in the Bahamas in a garage where it was discovered that these cars were sent by Barry and were being filled with drugs and being sent back” Ward says and it makes Rafe scramble his thoughts.
“Street racing on the Island?” Topper finally speaks up and it makes rafe turn his head slightly glance at him. “How come we’ve never heard about it and we live on the Island?” Rafe asks and it makes Ward frown “Because it’s happening on the cut at night. Those back streets are from what i heard is where this is all going down” he slides over two files to the two of them and it makes Rafe sit up.
Looking through the files he see’s a list of names of repeat offenders who all have a foot in on this whole street racing and cartel connection. “and what are we supposed to be doing?” Topper asks and it almost makes Rafe sigh. “Those racers on the cut around your ages, it’s more believable if we send the two of you. I just need you to move in dig around get proof” Ward says as he began to dig through the small bowl of Candy as he loudly began to unwrap the candy.
Rafe was having a hard time taking his father seriously, after Sarah had become estranged from their father she had disappeared from their lives their father slowly became less and less of a respectable man. “Proof of what? The racing and drugs?” Rafe asks as he scratches at his eyebrow while his eyes flitter down to a photo of a garage willed with different imported cars with all kinds of enhancers on them.
“For the most part the CIA isn’t betting on every street racer will be locked up so don’t bet on busting everyone. But we need you to get close to Barry find a way for him to trust you and the second you gather enough information you report back and we get him and whoever he runs with and we get them to talk.” Ward sounds stern; and Rafe knew that his father’s words were the law.
“So this is bigger than street racing, we aren’t looking to book 50 people because they were racing around the block over the speed limit, This operation they have us doing is bigger than just Barry Russo but in order to shut down this cartel business we need to gut them from the inside out” Ward says as he points to the file in Rafe’s lap.
“You’re going undercover. The CIA is sending down a budget for cars and equipment. Don’t fuck this up. I’m vouching for you two especially seeing as your rookies and your my son” he looks over at Rafe with an expectancy in his eyes that swirls something deep within the pit of Rafe’s stomach that’s unsettling.
“We got this, alright? It shouldn’t be hard playing hot wheels and talking to a guy who’s most likely to tell on himself by bragging” Topper shrugs and that’s when Ward slightly tenses “I would say its that easy, but the last three agents that were sent in have ended up in body bags. I need you two to be smart and not fucking around” Ward sits up in his seat.
“You two are needed here, don’t forget that.” He pipes up and it makes Rafe’s hand shiver slightly. “What’s our way in? We can’t just show up randomly and start racing.” Rafe reasons and Ward nods in understanding. “Connections. A rogue agent was sent in a while ago, they called in a favor to get you guys a way in. You meet him tonight. They will give you burners, a temporary place to stay on the cut and you will get everything you need before then” Ward explains before standing from his chair.
“I trust you will be responsible and do what you need to do in order for this to stop” Ward says ending the conversation at that making Rafe stand in response “We will. Don’t worry about us” Rafe says and he doesn’t know why he could barely believe his own words. He knew he was in over his head but regardless he was going to do what he was asked of him and earn the respect he had been aiming to get the few months he had been on the job.
Leaving his father’s office with a cotton mouth and palms slick with sweat, Topper followed behind him with a smug grin “We’re going big time Rafe, why aren’t you smiling?” Topper said clapping a hand on his shoulder making Rafe shrug him off with slight annoyance. “Because this is suicidal” Rafe rolls his eyes and it makes a crease begin to twitch between Toppers brows.
“You seemed so sure we had this in the bag in front of your dad; what happened to that energy?” He walks shoulder to shoulder with Rafe now as they walk out of the doors and get in Rafe’s patrol car. The warm air that blows through the open windows as they start to pull out of the parking lot onto the busy roads.
“I’m. Trying not to stress him out. He’s been irritated with me since i busted that guy who was jacking cars” Rafe roll his eyes as they move deeper into figure 8. “I mean you did crash your car into a few cars and it came out of the budget” Topper winces making Rafe shake his head “That’s besides the point I got the criminal did i not?” He asks as if he was offended.
“Fair” from the passenger seat as he looks out the window as the sun begins to set the orange hues that filtered over the town, a sense of intensity behind them “You think we can actually do this?” He asks not ripping his eyes away from the passing scenery of the beach as people surf.
“I’m not saying we can’t. I just think my dad is putting all of his marbles in one basket and banking on us. This isn’t car chases, or petty theft. I mean sure; we’ve taken down drug rings around here but its not anything compared to a fucking cartel that the CIA are looking into” Rafe reasons, the anxious voice in the back of his head was clogging his thoughts and speaking for him.
“You don’t have faith?” Topper then turns to look at rafe looking at his side profile he looked slightly pale, his eyes more frantic as he looks around the street slowing down at a stop sign. “Look, regardless of if we bust them or not we have to do this. All I’m saying is that this is hard ball, whatever happens; we don’t do anything without telling the other. We need to have each others back from here on out or we’re royally fucked.” And Topper leaves it at that the silence that follows until Rafe parks his car on the curb of topper’s house.
Rafe looks down at his phone checking his messages “My dad said pack your shit, I’ll pick you up at 9 bring it with you and we’ll go down to the station.” He looks up to Toper who takes off his seatbelt and opens the door with a nod. “Got it.” He mumbles before he gets out a closes the door giving him a small nod goodbye before he unlocks his front door and disappears behind him leaving Rafe with his thoughts and the sound of his engine rumbling.
Rafe goes straight home and packs his bags throwing them in his trunk, Rafe tried to reason with himself to look on the bright side but he couldn’t get past the danger he was purposely putting himself in. Being a rookie and within the first few months of doing parking tickets and maybe every other week a car chase; Nothing to this degree had ever fallen into his lap like this.
When night had fallen Rafe had picked up Topper like he said he would and making it back down to the police department heading to the meeting room they had been told they would regroup in. The men and women in office wear intimidating upon first glance, Rafe and Topper sit next to Ward who pats Rafe on the shoulder.
“We got 2 cars so you slip in undetected. We have burner phones that only make calls, texts, and emails; you can send pictures in texts directly” An older man says sliding two clunky black phones. These were the kinds of phones Rafe and Topper would find on drug dealers in the outer banks.
“Tonight w just need you to go in and make an impression on Barry, one of his friends, or a racer” He pointed to the white board that displayed pictures and cars of Barry and his racers. “We touch down and you make connections. You won’t be wearing wires so i need you guys to listen closely and be careful what you do or don’t listen to” He guides both Rafe and Topper through the works, what they’ll be doing bfore giving them a meeting point and time before guiding them to the parking garage where they had two foreign and eye catching cars almost like the ones that they had seen in the pictures from the files they had provided.
“Where did you find these cars?” Rafe asked as he walked over to the yellow and black Nissan GT-R r33 covered in stenciling of dragons along the doors. “We’ve confiscated a few cars and used them when we send agents on the job” The man responds looking at the two cars that had all kinds of enhancements on them that he would rather not talk about.
Topper looked like a kid in a candy store as he looked at the bright blue car he picked, his fingers run across the hood. In the moment Rafe had a small smile on his face until he looks up to see the agent looking as if he wanted to say something and it makes Rafe look at him oddly as if he were waiting for the older man to speak.
sighing and pushing back the gray hairs that had fall from the slick back style it was supposed to be in “Can either of you drift a car? Or even race?” he asks and Rafe slightly pouts his lips as Topper’s smile grows. “Rafe isn’t racer or anything but usually when we’re on a chase he can work in traffic and he knows almost every short cut on this Island” the blonde gamer son excitedly which makes Rafe roll his eyes a bit.
“And you?” Topper’s upper lip curls against his teeth awkwardly before Rafe huffs out a small laugh “He isn’t the best driver, but I think with Toppers determination he can hold his own in a race” Rafe says as he pops the trunk to the car and tosses his bag in before slamming it shut and watches as Topper does the same.
“Be careful, if you need to pull back do it. But if you get invited anywhere by someone racer or groupie; you go. It could be a lead” He nods sternly stepping back “You got it boss” Topper pipes up as he rushes to the driver seat obnoxiously making Rafe just shake his head at his partners failure to read the room. “Good luck” He says before turning away and taking his leave.
Rafe gets in his car and puts his keys into the ignition with a deep breath as the engine purrs to life shaking him utterly to his core. The both of them slip undetected from the department driving off the familiar and peaceful side of the island they had both been so familiar with. Setting up their new place at a small apartment above the repair shop they would be using as a cover.
Rafe sat on the lumpy mattress in his new dingy apartment for who knows how long as his duffel bags littered the floor Rafe stares blankly at his wall debating his choices as his heart hammers in his chest. At any moment Rafe will have to get in his car and drive head first into something he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to escape from; and it terrifies him.
IN WHICH:: Rafe Cameron an undercover cop with his partner Topper Thornton; are sent to bust ran by one of the biggest street racing rings in outer banks; only to be driven on a wild goose chase and falling for a girl.
WARNING18+:: harsh language, multiple sex scenes, depictions of death, guns, arguments, fight scenes, drug and drinking consumption, street racing, almost everything to the plot of obx is irrelevant in this fic.
CHAPTERS:: currently our race track is under construction, if you place you bets now on the taglist, you’ll be the first to front row tickets for Maybank Vs Routeledge rematch across the cut!
IN WHICH:: Rafe Cameron an undercover cop with his partner Topper Thornton; are sent to bust ran by one of the biggest street racing rings in outer banks; only to be driven on a wild goose chase and falling for a girl.
WARNING18+:: harsh language, under cover cop!Rafe x street racer!reader, multiple sex scenes, depictions of death, guns, arguments, fight scenes, drug and drinking consumption, street racing, almost everything to the plot of obx is irrelevant in this fic.
CREDS/A/N:: belongs to me, I don’t have this fic planned from top to bottom but I have a pretty good premise of where I think it’s gonna go; I’m really excited 𖨆♡︎𖨆.
I feel like you would do justice on this request the “I’ll be watching you trend” with rafe and y/n he’s always watching her even when there at the same party and she’s dancing her heart off and Rafe just watches her while other girls try to get his attention or his gf
Btw him and y/n broke up years ago because he was immature and needed help at the time so they didn’t work out and rafe let her go but she was always there for him
Or which ever story line you decided I don’t mind 💗
I’LL BE WATCHING:: Rafe Cameron
WARNING:: drinking & drug use, enemies to lovers, rough sex, begging, friends to enemies, make up sex, choking, arguing, mentions of overdosing, kook!reader.
SUMMARY:: after being broken up for almost two years it seems that Rafe is always at every public gathering and party and it’s really pissing you off.
A/N:: thank you so much for sending this request, and thank you for trusting in me to write this for you😭!
You were sick of the reoccurring bit you and Rafe had been putting on at every party on figure 8 for the past two years. Every party that you run into him always leaves you with a sinking pit of frustration in your stomach as the two of you got under each others skin. Always leaving early as you can feel his looming presence around you every time you enjoy yourself.
You don’t know what you hated more; the fact that he always had his eyes latched on you, or the fact that he thinks that you don’t notice it. The house that all the kids on figure 8 picked to trash for the night was Topper’s, an advent party thrower, and just so happened to be your ex’s friend.
Though you have had mutual friends before you and Rafe broke up and still without a doubt you both run into each other. And as the days past it seems like you can never stop running into him. And tonight was just another one of those run ins. The beach house was big and comfy, decorated like a hotel resort as the music echoed and vibrated the walls.
The dull smell of coke, weed, and alcohol made the air thick, the room was almost crowded wall to wall where the stereo was located, you and a couple of friends surround yourselves as the music plays you and your friends swaying and dancing against each other.
You were lost in the warm air, and the sheen of sweat that sticks to your skin, your brain was in a heavy haze due to you and couple friends hotboxing a bathroom you all found within the many rooms. You had exchanged glances with Rafe across the room plenty of times tonight, and it seemed like whatever girl was sitting on his arm tonight was getting absolutely no play.
“Rafe? Are you listening?” she tugged at his arm as she watches him snap his head towards her “what?” It came out snappy and it made the girl retract slightly “I was talking to you about that trip Kelce invited me to, are you coming?” She asks and if Rafe genuinely cared he would’ve looked in her eyes and seen the sparkle behind them as she waits for his answer.
But Rafe doesn’t care. He didn’t even know her name, he wasn’t drunk enough to deal with her at that. His eyes fighting to get another glance in of you but he couldn’t see you as the room shuffled with people moving around. “Yeah…I guess I’m going” he shrugs her off as he can distantly hear her little squeal of happiness.
The nasty feeling in the pit of Rafe’s stomach only growing bigger as the seconds go by not being able to find you within the crowd, he urned to see that smile on your face and the way you moved without a care in the world. He missed you. And he hated that it had been years since the two of you talked. He regretted the last thing he ever said to you, high out of his mind, rambling and crying as your patience had grown thin with his addiction.
The words ‘I hate you’ butter on his tongue when he spat them, and the second they fell out of his mouth was the moment he lost you, and he had never felt so empty, falling into a deeper pit of addiction before realizing that you wanted him alive and well, that you would rather be without him and urge him to do better rather than be together and find him one day laid out half alive in a puddle of his own vomit.
And Rafe took it as his sign to get help. He went away, he got off the island for a few months during the fall and cleaned himself up hoping that he’d come back and you’d be there and be proud of him. He needed you there, and when you weren’t he started sitting in every party he had heard you’d be in attendance for even going as far to ask Barry to keep a look out on you when he wasn’t around. Even in the same room Rafe could feel the tightening in his chest at the temporary hole that was in his heart when he couldn’t see you. Standing up on his own two feet feeling a surge of being purely sober he carried himself through the crowd.
If someone told you two years ago that you and Rafe were no longer on speaking terms and the sight of him could make your blood boil in all the wrong ways; you’d think they were lying. But the second you had turned away from your friends with a cup full of a mix your friend had made it splashed your skin sticking to your clothes as you crashed into someone else, a big wall of muscle as the persons large hand steady’s your body. You open your mouth to apologize but the second you meet the icy blue eyes of Rafe it dies down in the back of your throat making your eyebrows pinch together. “Great” you roll your eyes.
Rafe had spilled his drink all over your white top. You could see your bra through it by now and you were beyond pissed. "You're getting me a new one. And by getting me a new one I mean you're buying it" you snap as you set your drink on one of the coffee tables that had scattered beer bottles and ash trays.
Scoffing at your tone Rafe opens his mouth to speak "all of a sudden you can't ask your rich ass parents to buy you a new one? Daddy cut you off or something?" He says with full confidence and the intention to piss you off. "No, but since you're so invested in my life, why don't you invest in some good eyesight and find me a new shirt bastard" you snap.
Rafe had it up to this point, your smart mouth, your attitude, and simply the way you mouth off to him in-front of everyone to embarrass him. Snatching you by your arm he tugs you through the crowd of screaming and laughing people as they dance and sing along to whatever is playing. Dragging you upstairs and tugging you through the dimly lit hallways. You felt lost, your shirt was practically sticking to your skin and most likely staining it a deep shade of red as you can feel the liquid seeping through your bra. Rafe opens a bedroom door and pushes you through making you stumble over your shoes. Leaving the party behind without a care in the world. The loud slam of the door behind him makes you jump in shock.
Rafe drags himself to open one of the drawers of the dressers in the bedroom. "Are you seriously gonna steal someone else's shirt to opt out of buying me a new one?" You snark. "No, this is my room for the night, my shirt. If you want a new shirt so bad I'll buy you one" he grovels as he shovels through the folded clothes finding a random t-shirt he hadn't worn in a while and simply had forgotten about at the bottom of the pile. Tossing it without even looking at you, hitting you in the face earning a yelp from you.
Ripping the shirt out of your view and tossing it to the bed "you are so fucking intolerable I swear. It's been 2 years and you still have the nerve to act like I did something to you" your voice ripples through the room. "You did, 2 years of dirty looks and pissy comments yet you're acting like time hasn’t passed" he was heated beyond belief at this point. And the words almost give you whiplash.
“I beg your pardon? Time doesn’t erase how you treated me, Rafe. It doesn’t take back what you said and did. What the fuck did you think was going to happen when we eventually ran into each other?” You were riled up at this point, sure maybe here and there you made snappy comments about Rafe when you would see him, and maybe you did purposely say it loud enough for him to hear if he was around, but, that’s besides the point.
He was getting under your skin as much as you tried to get under his and it was really pissing you off. “I don’t know, maybe not like a spoiled fuck brat” he griped making your glare deepen with pure hatred. “I’m a spoiled fucking brat? Me? Says ‘king kook’ himself. By the way, how's that going for you? I heard you’ve been all wrapped up in that Pogue and kook beef…actually; you ran the whole operation” you snapped you were going right for the head, you wanted to hurt Rafe’s feelings more than he hurt yours at any cost.
And Rafe scoffs, not wanting to give you satisfaction “I’m clean y’know, I’m not…like that anymore” he mumbles and it makes your face soften immediately. “Why are you telling me that?” You straighten up, it was a weak spot in the armor you had built up over time, Rafe’s addiction was what drove you apart initially, but there were many more cracks in your relationship that weren’t a big priority. “Because I don’t want you to think that’s who you’re talking to right now. I got help.” He speaks feeling more sure in his words. “Cool…” and the second you say it so weakly it makes Rafe’s brows scrunch together and he looks at you, looking your most vulnerable and Rafe didn’t know the nasty feeling in his stomach clench.
“Cool…? That’s it? Two years and that’s it?” Rafe was flabbergasted, he did this for you, and you say it’s just..cool? Not gonna happen. “What do you want me to say Rafe? Do you want me to jump with joy, cry happy tears? What Rafe?” Your skin was burning, and you could feel the tremble in your lips as you stare at him.
“I did this for you! I got clean for you. That’s what you wanted and all you have to say is cool? You asked for this and I gave it to you y/n does that really mean nothing?” His tone is sharp enough to cut through you and loud enough to make your throat go dry, your words like a sword fight, the back and forth becoming more intense by the word. “It’s a bit late for that, no? We’re not together. You hate me, and you want nothing to do with me, does that ring any bells Rafe?”
You felt like the bile in your stomach would burn the back of your throat as you spoke the venomous words. And Rafe only shakes his head as he steps cautiously closer to you “that was stupid, and I know that. But does this really count for nothing?” His voice cracks as he gets on his knees as he looks up at you with those glassy ocean eyes that you used to love so much. His fist clenched as he lays them on both sides of your thighs and it makes your face flare in heat as tears cloud your eyes.
“Should it, Rafe? I don’t know a single thing about you anymore, the last thing you said to me was that you hated me, and that you never wanted to see me. What am I supposed to do? You hurt me, and pushed me away when all I wanted was for you to be healthy. Does that count for nothing? Just because you shaved your head and got clean doesn’t mean you’re all of a sudden in my good graces” you sigh heavily and Rafe can hear the tremble in your breath and he hates it.
“I’m sorry” he says just above a whisper and you catch it and it makes you shake your head “for what? Rafe? What are you sorry for? The way you left things, or thinking that I’d just run into your arms? Maybe it’s the way you watch me every time we’re conveniently near each other, maybe the way you didn’t notice, or all the times you’d get high on coke and let me see you like that. Which one? Tell me.” You urge as you let your tears fall and cool off the heated skin on your cheeks.
The salty tears immediately are wiped away as you watch him in frustration. “Tell me” your voice is weaker and it’s nothing like what you wanted. You didn’t want to be vulnerable and brought to tears over him, after months of you being apart and you hiding away on figure 8 in the confinements of your bedroom locked away from the world. Away from him. And Rafe knew that there was a shopping list of things to apologize for. “All of it, everything, I was the worst person back then, and I knew it and I was so caught up in everything else I didn’t even realize what I was doing and how much it affected you until it was too late…and I’m sorry” he let his tears of built of emotion slip through him.
“You chose drugs over us. And I put up with it until I saw you at rock bottom, I didn’t know if you would ever be who I loved again, but I had to save myself” you mumbled as you wiped away all the tears that continued to fall. “When you left, I fell deeper. And then I saw you again and it looked like you had moved on, happier without me, and I knew I wanted to get my shit together. You helped me get my shit together” he clutched the sheets and it made your eyes shut as you sigh and place your hand on the back of his head gently and take a deep breath.
“I’m glad you’re clean” whispers “even if we aren’t together” and the words sound sour when they reach the thick air of the room and it makes Rafe cup your wrist. “I watch you…because I was scared” the words are curt and it makes you stiffen “scared? Of what?” You were confused, If Rafe had worried for you then why had he not said a word. “I don’t even remember…I was always high, and I would watch you but eventually I got clean and it became a habit to just sit and watch you. Just to make sure you were safe, or just okay” his words made your brain melt, as you looked into his eyes, read from tears and his pupils are perfectly fine, nothing out of the ordinary.
“Even though I said I hate you, I’ve never meant it. I was hurt that you left when I needed you; but eventually I realized you were doing it for a good reason. And in a weird way I watched over you to make sure nothing ever happened to you” he mumbled as he leaned into your touch. The familiar feeling of your nails against his scalp made him relax as the feelings twisting him up would ease up. “To this day?” You ask and Rafe opens his mouth with hesitation before he finally speaks up “I still care about you, and I know it doesn’t look like it right now, but I will never stop caring about you” and that does it for you.
There was always a looming presence in your heart, a small space that had been lumped around in your chest, locked away in the depths that you had never acknowledged, the fact that there was still a part of Rafe that you cared for. You hated to admit it, to anyone no matter how close you were. But looking down at the buzzed blonde you felt that heavy lump in your chest breaking the locks and filling up with nothing but thoughts of Rafe,Rafe, Rafe.
No longer just a crack in your armor it was now a gaping hole, torn open and each time you heard his voice each piece falling apart. “I can’t just take your word for it. Saying it doesn’t prove it, words are just words until proven as a fact. How do I know I can trust what you say?” The lump in the back of your throat becomes more evident. “Let me prove it. Please? I waited two years, and I can spend the next a hundred years trying to get my point across. I don’t just want you to believe what I say, I need you to” his words like a match to the skin.
“Prove it. Show me I can trust you, and we can figure out what happens next” your voice is hesitant, and low but it gives Rafe a sense of relief. He pulls you in by your waist holding you tight with his head to your chest, as he’s reminded of the drink that spilled making him pull away. A sheen of wetness on his cheeks as they flared red with color he stands up and it makes you giggle as he makes a disgusted face wiping the alcohol from his face.
You grip the hem of your shirt pulling it off without a second thought, and you pause for a moment as you sit on the bed, in your bra, in front of your ex after having an intense conversation. Your hand just a hair away from his shirt; the two of you staring at one another before Rafe breaks into a smirk. Stepping to the edge of the bed “if you missed me so bad you could’ve said so-” the words getting cut off the second he tries to sit on the edge of the bed he falls missing the bed almost entirely which earns a laugh from you, the sharp pain shooting through his ass be damned because; Rafe missed hearing your laugh, the way it bubbled from your chest or the way your lips curl into a smile and eyes fall shut as your long eyelashes tickle against your cheek.
He watches intently as he stands once more watching as you curl over in laughter before opening your eyes and seeing how close he is, making your smile fall into a grin. “I missed that” he says confidently and it makes your head feel as you look up at him with curious eyes. And he stands between your legs and it surfaces something familiar, fuzzy, and a distant throb between your thighs that makes your head spin. “I missed your laugh” his words make you feel warm.
The warmth of his roughy palm cupping your cheek makes you lean into it, the skin to skin contact leaves a wave of nostalgia that it had craved and it makes your eyes glaze over “I missed this” his words the final nail in the coffin, he leans over you to press his lips to yours, a taste of soda and a little bit of liquor and it made Rafe feel weak in the knees. Your glossy lips kissing back, the way your hands find his hair running through the short locks and it makes him groan into your mouth. His thumb parting your lips as his tongue swirls against yours, and his scent fills your senses.
The way your lip gloss stains his lips, as your tongues and teeth clash, this desperate and searing kiss becoming intense as you grip his short hair tightly, nothing like how you used to, missing his longer hair that would always brush against your face any time you would kiss, but this was different; he was different. He was finally growing up, and moving onto better things. “Prove it” you mumbled against his mouth and it makes Rafe pull away from your kiss swilling lips with a string of saliva breaking from the space of your lips.
He trails wet kisses from your cheek to your chin, not acknowledging your words and steadily shows you with his mouth as your head tilts back to press harsh kisses across your throat as his lips nip and suck on a spot he remembers riling you up. You pull away before his soft lips touch your chest “off. Take your shirt off” you blurt and it makes Rafe grin. He didn’t know how far this was going but he’d do whatever you asked in a heartbeat if it meant moving onto the next step with you.
He pulls the white polo by the back of the collar over his head dropping it to the floor on top of yours. Your eyes greedily look over him to see he had grown his muscles, once scrawny and a bit scrappy, he not only had grown emotionally even if it was just a bit, he definitely grew as a man…a lot. His tanned skin covered in freckles from being under the sun, the happy trail that traveled past his jeans. It made you want to discover him all over again. This new version of Rafe, what makes him tick, what buttons you could press, if the same spots you scratched and kissed were still the same, if he had any new scars that you had yet to discover. It made you oh too eager.
Your finger hook onto his belt loops and pull him closer to you, looking up at him with lust filled as you pressed heated kisses to his chest, leaving behind hickeys in your wake down to his lower stomach nipping at his skin biting gently, and it makes him groan at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his skin “fuck, sweetheart” his hand finds your jaw as your nose presses against him finding a spot he knows all too well; his hip with a tiny brown freckle that was sensitive, the warmth of your tongue licking a small stripe against it before pressing your lips to it.
It makes Rafe shutter as it overwhelms him, the euphoric sensation clouds over him, he shuffles to pull you to your feet before taking the spot you once took up and urging you into straddling his lap, cradling the side of your face and kissing you roughly. His hands trailing your body as if this was the first time you had ever been together, like he wanted to memorize every inch he had missed over time. It felt like a haze, every trail of his jagged fingertips tips against your skin felt like your own personal heaven, mentally kicking yourself for depriving yourself of the feeling for so long.
Your hands grip at whatever you can to pull him closer to you, his rough palms sliding from your waist to your ass, he grips the soft skin over your shorts and it makes your skin shiver with anticipation. Grinding against his lap, feeling the bulge growing under his shorts. You feel your panties sodden with your juices making you arch into his chest you moan into his mouth, the sound makes Rafe grind his hips back into yours wanting no separation.
”fuck i missed seeing you like this” he groaned his hands guiding your hips dragging you back and forth as small whimpers fall past your lip as he whispers dirty words into your ear; you could hear your own pulse in your ears as the pleasure of friction drives you grind harder before you stop out of frustration and wanting to feel his skin against your. “I can’t do this…too many clothes in the way, need them off” you whine as if you had clothes on any longer you’d melt. And that makes you pull yourself off of him as you fumble with your buttons and zipper, and Rafe does the same.
Stripping down to almost being fully naked, it made you vulnerable, your arms cover yourself, because as eager as you were to let your bodies collide for the first time in years, things had changed, the sweet nothing Rafe would whisper to you about how beautiful you were and how he worshipped your body like a piece of art had been a distant memory, and with the disappearance of Rafe in your life as a constant nobody was there to tell you how much of a goddess you really were inside and out.
Rafe’s face scrunches as he watches you shy away from showing your skin makes him shake his head “don’t hide from me, don’t do that” he mumbled, it sounded all too familiar; the first time you ever laid in bed with each other with the intent to have sex. The way you were insecure of your body, how you were worried that the second Rafe saw you bare was the day he would never be attracted to you again.
“Come here, baby.” His voice gentle as you moved to take your spot in his lap once more the fabric of both of your underwear stuck to each other from the way your juices soak through your panties leaving a wet splotch on his boxers. “I don’t know what went on when i was gone, but I know that your and this beautiful body…” he presses kisses to your cheek and down your neck “are perfect, and i want to see every inch. Let me see all of you baby. Please?” His voice is gentle yet you know he means them and isn’t just saying it to comfort you.
and you nod as your lips catch his in a searing kiss, the sound of your lips against each other mixed with heavy breathing a moan makes your head spin in all the right ways. Eventually you find yourself back entangled in the sheets as Rafe travels your body leaving behind heated kisses and love bites until he hooks his fingers onto your panties pulling them down slowly until they hang from your ankle, you kick them off to join the rest of your clothes.
His hands guide the back of your thighs up and your knees to your chest, leaving you put on display “so fuckin’ pretty, baby” he mumbles almost as if he’s talking to your pussy,and your eyes snap shut the second you feel his tongue slowly lick a thick stripe up and down your pussy, masking you moan as your head falls back in pure pleasure.
it felt like he was making out with your pussy, drunk on the feeling and sight of you quivering as he practically eats you alive. Your thighs shake as the pressure builds in the pit of your stomach. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing harsh circles that makes you clench around nothing. Gripping at the sheets of the bed for a sense of grounding yourself, but the way Rafe ate you out like you were his last meal makes your eyes roll back and your hand falls into his short hair.
”harder baby, pull it harder’ he groaned into you as your fingers tighten around his blonde locks. “That’s it’’ he coo’s at you before you feel his finger rub against your entrance before slowly pushing it in and it makes him groan as you tighten round his digit. “She missed me so bad” he groans as he licks up every bit of your juices that run down you. Like a sweet essence like your taste on his tongue was life changing.
Your hips grind against his fingers as your thighs tighten up around his head, the heat formed “give it to me” he was eager to feel you finish; just for him, around his fingers. He pushes in another finger and pushes you closer to the edge, your eyes sticking to the way Rafe drops a thick pearl of spit on your pussy before his mouth is latched against your clit making all thoughts of keeping quiet slip past your mind. The deep pressure was becoming too much, his fingers reaching a spot nobody else could.
the feeling of your soaked gummy walls clenching on his fingers so tightly makes him moan as your thighs quiver around his head, finally letting your orgasm wash over you. “So good, That’s it” he talks you through it as that white hot feeling rolls over your body. He slowly releases you wishing the tight grasp of his hands as you relax into the sheets and it makes Rafe grin in satisfaction “you’re not giving out on me already are you?” His tone is condescending and it lights the heat under your skin that you had associated with Rafe the past few years.
”fuck off” you groan as you sit up, pulling his boxers off his hips, you could see that he was fully hard, and just as big as you remember. It makes your smirk; knowing that you could make Rafe’s body react this much even if it had been years. You push him back against the pillows of the bed and toss the last few pieces of clothing that had covered your bodies. You straddle his lap, your hands intimate and soft rub over his chest and settle on his lower stomach before you bring a hand to your mouth, licking across your palm before you spread your thighs and take his cock within your grasp jerking him off slightly as the glisten of your spit shines on his cock and it makes his eyes flutter shut.
Letting you sink down on him slowly as you lean into each other with your mixed euphoria like a fever dream just waiting to end. You were soaked and it made Rafe's mouth fall open slightly at the feeling, loving the way you were so tight and warm around him, how this feeling of sharing passionate moments with you was once distant now wrecking his body. Slowly building a pace as the soft pattering of your thighs meeting his hands rest on his chest to give you stability your hips stop and slow down to grind against him. “How’s this for giving out?” You ask teasingly, feeling the way his fingers pitch and rub against the skin of your ass and thighs, and it makes the most neediest whimper fall past your mouth.
You could feel Rafe’s hips weakly fucking up into you and it makes your head fall back momentarily in bliss before you build up a faster pace, as much as you wanted to cum, that feeling was easily bought out at the idea of making Rafe feel as good as he makes you. You pull at the back of his head gripping his hair tight within your grasp as you ride him harder. The sight of the glossy sheen your pussy makes on his cock as your ass bounces in his lap with loud smacking sounds resound in the air making him groan in pure pleasure. Closing his eyes tightly holding back the moan building up in the back of his throat. “Look at it” you grip his hair tighter and it makes his eyes shoot open looking down between your thighs and watches as you grind on him harshly his jaw slacks.
“I know you missed me” you giggle as you continue to pick up the same rhythm of riding him as moans fall out your throat ringing out as the headboard cracks against the drywall with a dull thumping sound that matches the of your hips. You felt like your mind was melting and that everything else around you was a blur, your needy moans clog Rafe’s brain and it eggs him on to pull you into his chest as one hand rests on your hip and the other grips around your hair tight in his fist as he pounds into you.
the sound of skin on skin smacking was like an endless loop, but with each thrust and the thrill shooting through your limbs as adrenaline rushes through your veins your grip onto his shoulder digging your nails into his skin which earns a guttural moan and smack to the ass that leaves a red hot pain behind on your skin that you’d rather not admit to enjoying deeper than face value. “You’re so deep inside” you moan as you thrash the overwhelming sensation between your thighs and the white ring that froths at the base of his cock your foreheads pressed together as the both of you look between your bodies and the nonstop movements of your entangled limbs with strings of your essence and his precum stick to your thighs, the wet sounds was like music to Rafe’s ears, each moan falling from the back of your throat and rumbling against his chest makes Rafe become more harsh and precise.
”fuck you’re gonna me cum” he moaned, his pupils blown out as his hip press deeper into you leaving you completely caged in his arms “I’m so close” you whisper into his ears, you were more desperate to see him finish your lips close to his ear as you urged him- no begged him to cum inside you. And it leaves Rafe a mess, as his moans and breathing become jagged he slows down and captures you in a kiss as the two of you finish grinding against each other with bated breath and unspoken words.
the two of you coming down from your highs pull apart reluctantly as the sound of muffled music becomes more apparent that the party was still going on downstairs, Rafe gets up to use the bathroom attached to the room coming back with a warm rag to clean you up, pressing kisses to your thighs and the scratches you hadn’t even known he ad left on you before you both lay in the bed in just your underwear.
I loveee boxer rafe i definitely think it should turn into a series 🫢🫢
Imagine since there relationship is such a secret one of rafe opponents see y/n but knows she works for Rafe and wants to ask her out which leads to a jealous Rafe.
Or another one when they go out they can’t be all over eachother but girls sometimes try to flirt with him but he dose not even pay attention and y/n takes him to the bathroom
BODY PARTY PT3!:: Rafe cameron
WARNING! :: boxer!rafe, mentions of drug & alcohol use, rejection, jealous!manager!reader, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, dacryphilia.
SUMMARY! :: with Rafe winning his belt more than ever riding on the high of his new popularity he’s been advised to go to more outings. But with popularity comes desperate groupies…and you don’t like that at all.
You didn’t hate parties. Everybody’s having fun, and drinking getting equally fucked up as the next person and no one could judge. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hate parties in the Hills because of how coked out everyone got, or how sloshed some famous people were and they’d hang all over others they had just met for the first time.
It isn’t as bad depending on who you are. But when you had told Rafe that he had to start networking and getting to know other people while he’s on the uprise and gaining more and more popularity with people of high status who watch boxing and knows his stats and resume that bet on him; well…Rafe wasn’t exactly the happiest about it.
He liked to do his own thing. It was one thing to throw a party for you and your friends, and it was a completely different thing to be invited to yacht parties and be put in an environment where you only know maybe a handful of people. But Rafe appreciated you a bit more when you decided that you’d be his secret plus one, not exactly standing to him but not too far to make sure he doesn’t get himself in trouble.
And in trouble he could have been.
Rafe sat on a couch with a cigarette as he talked to a pretty popular kick boxer, your eyes latch onto him as waves of girls sit around them listening to them chat, it was like watching a club scene in jersey shore. All the girls watch on looking around and mumbling to each other hoping one of them would get picked. All of them looking like they just stepped off a runway.
And at first it didn’t bother you, you sat against a wall talking with Ruthie, Toppers on again off again model girlfriend. Though you never dwell much on her presence due to her nasty attitude as she spews on and on about how she was trying to get back in her right now ex’s good graces after being seen out with an actor. But you were barely even listening because the second she opened her mouth a tall brunette girl sat next to Rafe and placed a hand on his bicep and to anyone else it might have been off handed and just casual.
But you were a woman with eyes…and you’ve fucked Rafe before so you know what brushing against someone and holding onto them meant and you didn’t like it one bit. You press your cup to your mouth as you eye her the nasty feeling that boiled in the pit of your stomach twists but you ignore it as you swallow the warm liquor that burns your throat.
“Are you good? You do realize you don’t have to watch everything Rafe does?” Ruthie pipes up snapping you out of your trance with a sharp look in your eyes “I’m fine. I just don’t want Rafe to do anything that’ll get him thrown under the bus” you shrug as you sink further back into your seat.
“He’s a grown man, and a public figure…so sooner or later you’re gonna run into an issue with beating the ladies off with a stick” she laughs as she takes a hit of her vape that once sat in her lap blowing back what you assume is a minty flavor that hits your face that makes you glare at her through the corner of your eyes.
Before sighing “I know, and it’s not even the fact that he’s getting a taste of the life it’s just…” you want to say that you’d knock the girls head off her shoulders if she kept trying it but you don’t, because you know it’s more blow back on you than anyone so you sigh and roll your eyes “think of it from my perspective; Rafe is this hot guy and everyone on the internet is jumping down his throat and thirsting over him, if he’s caught out and about with some groupie, I have to clean it up. And I don’t want his downfall to be some stupid one night stand with girl who can’t wait to tell her friends she slept with thee Rafe Cameron at stupid party in the hills” you groan, and although you could more or less a good excuse even if you weren’t involved with Rafe.
“Okay, that’s fair…but you’ve been managing Rafe since he was 18?” She shrugs “I’m sure you’ve dealt with a groupie or two in your time” she laughs it off making you laugh with a slight disgusted scrunch to your face “not really, no. Rafe hasn’t been girlfriend oriented since he left the outer banks, he’s been locked in on work. And I think with this new wave of like attention he’s realizing more than ever there is more to him than just boxing. I don’t want to ruin it for him” you whine and makes Ruthie groan.
“You are so caught up in Rafe world that you don’t even worry about yourself. When was the last time you had sex?” Which makes you snap your head towards her instinctively before playing it off with a faux offended look “I’ll have you know I have had plenty of sex…in my life” you trail off in embarrassment and it makes Ruthie snicker as she points over to Rafe “well it’s looking like neither of you are getting laid tonight” with a smirk as she watches ahead.
Rafe grabbed the girls wrist and placed it in her lap carefully and it makes you narrow your eyes to read his lips in the dimly lit room as the girl slightly cowers back in embarrassment with a sower look on her face, and from what you can gather Rafe’s lips read “thank you, but no” and you fight the urge to smirk against the small bit of the drink in your cup as you toss it back swallowing harshly.
As if Rafe could feel your eyes on him they move from the bored and uninterested look to your eyes softening which earns a small wave in return. You stand abruptly making Ruthie turn to you “where are you off to? Going to break it up?” She asks almost amused to see the pretty girl with a frown on her lips but you shake your head “going to get a refill” you shoot her a small smile. For some reason although you could blame the strong liquor you could say Ruthie isn’t that bad…but you’ve known Ruthie for a while and you also know she’s equally annoying as any other groupie even after she made girlfriend status so you don’t think too much about it.
The kitchen was vintage styled and you liked it, as you skim through the various liquor options and settling on one as you pop the cap off when the sound of heavy footsteps come close and stop in next to you making you look over your shoulder to be met with Rafe. “Hey” his voice quiet as if he was walking on eggshells around you. Though he has no reason to be in your eyes, the two of you are sleeping together and have yet to talk about your relationship and the label behind it.
You couldn’t act like a jealous girlfriend if you weren’t even together, right? “Hey” you respond as you turn back to your cup and pour your drink. “No model?” You ask although it doesn’t come out how you planned it to be sounding more annoyed than anything which makes Rafe tense. “Nah…no model” he responds trying to lighten the mood before his fingers brush against the bottom of your skirt tugging it a bit as if he were a kid in a store holding onto his mother.
“Are you mad?” He asks lowly and it makes your brows furrow as you close the bottle and look over at him “should I be?” You were really walking on a thin rope right now, people were scattered around the kitchen and you couldn’t really tell why you had this weird feeling like everyone was watching, but you didn’t look away from him. “No…I just-” he sighs as if he was guilty of something, but you knew better.
“Come on” you mumbled as you walk past the many people gathered for beer pong in a corner, you walk down the dark hallway and up the stairs as the loud music had become distant. Picking one of many rooms to talk in, the bathroom a bit spacious he closes the door behind you both and locking it before turning to see you looking at yourself in the mirror fixing up your hair and wiping away the small smudge of lipstick on the corner of your mouth.
“Please don’t be mad?” It was as if he was convinced you were angry and distant as the buzz of a few beers starts to kick in, he walks closer to your pressing your back to his chest and wrapping the buff arms around your waist. The feeling of his warm breath and body heat against you makes you slightly tense and it makes the blonde frown. “I’m sorry” he mumbled against your skin and it makes you sigh, you hated that Rafe was apologizing to you for something when he did nothing wrong.
“I’m not mad at you, stop saying sorry” you say softly and it makes his blue eyes glossed over meet yours through the mirror “what’dya mean?” He blinks slowly and it makes you turn around to face him. “I like you Rafe, and we have sex…a lot, but, I’m not your girlfriend” you shake your head watching his face as his eye slightly twitches at your words. “I don’t have a right to be jealous or be mad at you, I don’t like the idea of you with other girls but…what you decide to do with them is out of my control at that point” with a shrug and a sad smile that makes Rafe’s frown deepen.
“I don’t want them. That’s something you don’t have to worry about. I came here with you. I don’t care if we’re in the same room on different sides or if you’re across the country. I like you, and I told you that the night we first had sex. I’m not going to do anything to break my word on that, I’m not that type of person” he gripped onto the hem of your skirt like once before tightly with an intense look in his eyes.
“That’s why I told that girl no thanks. After you walked off she asked me why, and I told her it’s because I’m interested in someone else and I can’t ruin it” he whispered and his voice is so vulnerable. “You’re not ruining anything, I am. I was just so jealous that while some model, actress, whoever gets to hit on you and be all up under you and I can barely stand next to you for too long. And I really hate the fact that she touched you” your face could turn blue with the list of insecurities you had in this situation but you didn’t want to make it a bigger deal.
“You were jealous? You have nothing to be jealous of. I don’t know them, and I don’t want them. Why would I go and fuck up a good situation with you for one night with someone I don’t care about?” He looks at you and it makes you look down at your shoes in embarrassment. “Look at me” Rafe was rather stoic around others, standoffish to most, but when it was the two of you it felt like all vulnerability and emotions were easily brought out to the forefront.
“Baby, please look at me” he sounded as if he were begging and you hated it, yet you reluctantly look up at him with a small frown “I want you. I said it and I’m not going back on it” he whispered and it makes a wave of reliefs wash over your once heavy bones you nod and cup his cheek pressing a soft kiss to his lips “I almost knocked her head off her shoulders” you mumble against his mouth and it makes him snicker in return.
“Yeah? I bet you would’ve, I can’t believe you watched me tell her no and still got jealous” his tone very lighthearted and it makes you press your face into his chest a groan out of embarrassment. “Let me show you how much I want you” he whispered as his hands rub against your back and it makes you look up at him with an unreadable expression as you watch him.
The few seconds that pass felt like forever in the moment "So what's stopping you from doing it?" you said with a flirtatious tone. His brows lift at your words, you cock your head to the side questioning him. His arms tighten around your waist as his eyes look into yours "is this what you wanted?" your hands find their way to his shoulder, your fingers caressing his short blonde tresses on the back of his neck. "I think i want a little bit more than this" your faces gravitate like magnets until your warm breath is on his face.
Gripping at your waist Rafe pulls you closer until your chests touch "yeah?" he asks snarkily, narrowing his eyes "mhm" you hum nodding as your faces lean closer and closer until the tips of your noses brush against each other. You let your eyes flutter shut out of instinct, closing the distance between the both of you. His soft lips trace yours as the sound of lips smacking against each other becomes the only sound in the bathroom.
You felt dizzy at the mere feeling of his lips on your and the smell of his cologne engulfs you sending raw shivers down your spine. The kiss becomes sloppy and wet, you feel Rafe bite your bottom lip making you gasp, letting his tongue push past your lips into your warm cavern, his tongue brushing over yours, you suck on his tongue as he lets out a small groan.
Rafe has never gotten hard so easily before, but something about the way you kissed him and pulled him closer by the back of his neck had quickly let a tent in his jeans grow. His hands slipping from your waist to your ass with a squeeze you let out a moan against his lips. Pulling away Rafe finally let out a small curse "fuck" he says looking at how your lip gloss was now smeared and some on his lips.
Rafe began to gently push you against the counter, the feeling of the back of your thighs gently touching it "can i take your shirt off?" he asks in a low tone, you almost eagerly nod your head with approval.his hands find themselves pulling the hem of your shirt over your head revealing you in a bra, dropping the shirt onto the tiled floors Rafe's eyes darken seeing your chest being held in the pretty lace bra with a bow attached to it like his own personal gift.
Who would've knew that Rafe would be in the bathroom of a random party and almost at second base with his manager that he never really had hooking up with for a two and a half months now, i mean yeah sure Rafe always thought you were pretty cute, but he never would've suspected that his cute manager would be in a bathroom during a party with no shirt on looking at him like she was ready to suck him dry.
As your lips pull away from his you began to kiss down his neck, you were looking for his sweet spot, once your lips found a cute small mole on his neck you give it a small chaste kiss he groaned making you smile and began to leave a hickey, sucking on his skin making him huff out a hushed moan. Rafe's hand finds its way into your hair entangling his fingers with the strands. "Do you always get turned on by jealousy?" you ask whispering against his neck, he lets his head fall back while his adams apple moves when he tries to swallow his saliva, he nods "no, but it’s you and I just can’t help it." he asks, oh the way his sultry voice did things to you, you only hum and nod as you move from his cute spot and continue down to his collarbone.
You let your hand slither under his shirt touching his warm skin practically setting it ablaze, his lower abdomen flexing at the feeling of your nails teasingly dragging against his sensitive skin. He barely even touched you and he can't get enough. Your hand gently pushing him back to give space between the counter, dropping to your knees and looking up at him through your long thick lashes with doe eyes.
Rafe could just cum in his pants at the view of you down on your knees for him. Your hand rubbing against the bulge in his blonde jeans making Rafe groan and let his hand grab the button on his jeans tugging it open and pulling down his zipper for you to see his boxers peeking through. Your hand tugs at the waistband.
"Gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?" He asked as his hand pats the top of your soft hair, you nod looking up at him with evilly innocent eyes. Pulling his pants over his thighs and down to his ankles you could see the precum leaking through his underwear, your index finger rubbing the spot making the man above groan in sensitivity. You palm him one more time before your fingers dig under his waistband and begin pulling it down, seeing what is past his v-line.
You see his hard dick springing past the fabric his tip was blushed and sticky with precum, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of taking him down your throat. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. Your other hand resting on his thigh you feel him twitch the squelching sound of your spit and precum rubbing against his dick makes your thighs clench.
Puckering your lips you press small kisses and his base and up his shaft until you reach his blushed tip, licking a stripe of saliva against his slit had his thighs quiver "fuck" he groaned feeling your lips envelope his tip slowly taking him in your warm mouth,your hand still at his base jerking him off Rafe closes his eyes as his hand pushes your head down furthe.
Flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back and his breathing was labored. you rubbed your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger.
You could feel the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him. Rafe let his hand guide your head to bob while you hollow your cheeks, Rafe was losing his mind at the feeling.
Breathing through your nose you could barely breath as Rafe bucked his hips into your mouth losing himself in the feeling of your warm mouth. Spitting on his tip you use your tongue to spread it, earning a moan as his pats become tugs when your lips wrap around his and you push your head down relaxing your throat you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes.
Pushing your head down further you relax your throat taking him deeper until your nose hits his pelvis. Tears cloud your eyes as you almost gag, pulling your head back just a bit you take a deep breath through your nose and begin to bob your head.
You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to take him in your mouth slurping and bobbing your head, all without hands you were heaven-sent."Fuck- y/n you're so good, don't fucking stop" he cursed while moaned out, you speed up your pace as his balls were greeted with a squeeze from your hand. He was approaching his orgasm as his hips buck into your throat relentlessly you gag with each thrust. Tears spilled past your lashes and down your saliva-covered cheeks.
The groans made your pussy ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gargles gags and moans at the tall man above you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him. He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks. Your hand that was at his base continued to move leaving him to buck his hips into your warm and wet cavern.
You gag as he repeatedly lets his tip meet the back of your throat yet you never pull away. "You take it so fucking- good" he slurs feeling himself twitch, your moans muffled sending vibrations to his dick making him shutter and his orgasm approach. "I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as he thrusts one final time before he pushes your head down, cumming down your throat.
Pulling your head away Rafe looked down at your kneeling figure seeing your spit mixed with his cum on your cheeks, chin and lips, your breathing was in shambles as you cleared your throat letting your hand touch your jaw that had been aching. Rafe's eyes darken looking at you and wiped away all the fluids on your face. You stand up from the floor feeling the ache in your knees. Pulling his shirt over his head letting himself strip off any more clothes on him.
Dropping the piece of clothing and ridding you of the rest of your clothes that are in the way, all except your skirt. His hands continue to explore your body being a bit more than aggressive before, back into your position from before, Rafe's lips clashing with yours and his hands gripping the fat of your ass, you could feel your thighs becoming sticky with slick that built up from the lust. Pulling away from the rough kiss pulling your forearm in a tight grip, your hips are pushed into the counter, you were met with the view of your mascara running and hair messy from Rafe pulling and tugging at your tresses.
His palms holding your bare breasts needing them in his hands, you let out a small whimper, you felt his dick poking at the back of your thigh as he kissed at your neck marking you with purple and red splotched hickeys that were determined to bruise over as the minutes pass slowly. Your back arched as your ass pressed against him, your hands grip at the marble counter "please just fuck me" you whisper needily. Rafe bites his lips as the sound of your desperate voice resides in his ears. Nodding he grabs the base of his dick letting his tip rub against your slit teasingly as he groans feeling the way you were soaked, his hand grabbing at
Your ass squeezing, seeing your pussy glistening jerking himself off at the sight still in sight of your pretty pussy on display. His tip presses against your entrance feeling him push his tip in, the stretch makes the both of you wince. The burning feeling gives a sort of pleasure as he lets his shaft sink deeper into your rigid walls.
His hands grab onto your waist as he slowly begins to thrust "You're so tight, I would've thought you were a virgin if we hadn’t fucked so much" he whispers harshly as he shuts his eyes letting the sweet feeling of you wrapped around him. Your moans coming out soft, as your back arches, Rafe lifting your skirt over your ass to gain leverage over you pulling it back so your hips meet his.
The sound of your pussy squelching makes you clench around him moaning lowly. Your moans were weak and it made Rafe want to hear you, even more, he wanted everyone to hear you. His hips began to push harder into you making you moan louder in huffs. Your chest is bouncing.
"Fuck- Rafe you feel so good" you slur as the sounds coming from your lips make it hard for the boy to choke back his moans his hand leaving your waist to your neck putting little pressure as he pulls your back to his firm chest. You let your hips bounce in his lap with every roll of his hips as the sound of skin against skin resides in the air. Your eyes were closed as you fuck yourself on his dick and you were just overwhelmed with pleasure while hearing his moans in your ear.
"So now you know that I don’t want anyone else other than you right?" he asked teasingly as he continuously pounds into you. Letting go of the fabric of your skirt Rafe grabs a hold of your throat forcing you to open your eyes out of shock you seeing the way Rafe's hands touched your body made you moan loudly, Your hand falling off the counter top you slip your fingers between your thighs to rub your clit.
The wet and sloppy sounds echo in the bathroom halls as your breathing becomes shallow from the pressure around your throat. Whimpering at his dirty words "I asked you a question" he grunted as his pace became brutal and almost bruising. The feeling of your orgasm churning in the pit of your stomach makes your moans become short "i'm close, please don't stop" you beg feeling his tip rub against a spot that made your eyes roll back.
was hitting spots nobody had never even touched before when you had sex that made you slur out whines as your hand falls from between your thighs. "right there! Please don't fucking stop" you moan letting your eyes roll back at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly with each hard thrust.
Pushing your back against his chest Rafe could hear the harsh sound of skin on skin and immediately felt himself tipping over the edge at the feeling "right here? Does it feel good like this?" He moaned breathily as he practically shivered at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him harder.
You nod eagerly as you feel the same pressure at the pit of your stomach "touch yourself for me" he groaned tossing his back, you let your hand slip between your spread legs that jiggled with each hard deep thrust as your middle and ring finger rub small circles on your clit.
You whine as Rafe lets out a string of moans continuously pounding into you. You let your head fall back on his shoulder as you moan his name loudly, the feeling of your orgasm approaching vastly you lift your head "I'm gonna cum" you say as your lungs burn. "Wait. I'm close too" he ordered and you listened, you tried hard to hold your orgasm and it wasn't until you felt Rafe start twitching inside your spasming walls had you decided to move your hips against his speeding up the pace as you were crying out for your orgasm.
thick pearl spurts painting the inside of your walls. You feel full and warm, you bite your swollen lips. Lazily bucking his hips into you Rafe fucking his cum deeper inside until he felt overstimulation creep up on him. Your legs are shaking yet you didn't care. "You can give me one more right?" he asks, cooing at your quivering hips. Your hands shaking to grab at his hand that was on your throat, "yes" you moan as you bounce your hips chasing one more orgasm.
Rafe feels his hips involuntarily buck with overstimulation as he curses under his breath "fuck, fuck, fuck, how are you still so tight?" he moans letting his head fall into your shoulder losing himself. His hand falls from your throat and grabs at the fabric of your skirt again tighter. Watching the way your ass bounced on his dick while a white ring of your cum mixed with his formed around his base.
Your breathing is shaky as the pressure in the pit of your stomach becomes more tight "im gonna cum ag-again" you slur as you feel Rafe pound you mercilessly. You knew that you were wrecked as you were met with the view in the mirror shakily being fucked while Rafe felt a wave of ecstacy as you clench around him "fuck" he let out a gutteral moan as you both cum. His thrusts finally slow down as another warm load of cum fills your overstimulated pussy.
Your legs were weak and your thighs were sore, Rafe softened inside you pulling out slowly watching as his cum dripped from your pussy, he felt himself twitch at the sight. Letting go of your skirt Rafe finds a rag on the rack of essentials that sat next to the sink "lets you cleaned up and i can give you a ride home" he says as he turns on the faucet soaking the ragged fabric in warm water and ringing it before wiping you clean.
Your thighs shake as you stand still, or at least try to. "Okay" you answer him nodding. Tossing the rag into a hamper that was in the corner of the bathroom he began to pick up both of your clothes and put them back on you and him. Just as Rafe pulls your shirt over your head and fixes your hair he gently kisses your lips as his hand grips your chin "maybe i can actually take you on a date instead of fucking you at a party sometime soon?" he asks but it's less of a question and more of a suggestion. You play a bit clueless acting as if you were thinking hard “ill see if I can make time, I have this client who won’t be so happy though”
“Really?” He asks his tone faux curious “yeah, he really likes to beat guys up, so…you might wanna steer clear” you shrug and it makes him chuckle as he pulls you into his chest “shut up” he mumbled pressing one more kiss to your lips.
