DIRTY LITTLE SECRET! nsfw
boyfriends bsf!rafe x reader
wrong wrong wrong
thatâs all you could think as no other than rafe cameron, your boyfriends best friend led you up the stairs.
he was away on a work trip and the faucets were leaking again. so you called him, and he replied with a simple âIâll send rafe over, he should know how to fix it.â because he trusted you, but little did he know his best friends cock would be in his girl.
you gnawed at your lip as rafe examined the leak. you watched as his hands roughly wrenched and screwed and twisted at the sink.
maybe it was sexual frustration. 3 weeks had gone by since you had sex. or maybe it was something deeper, you just didnât want to believe it.
but watching rafe the way he handled things, made heat pool into your stomach. your boyfriend was never good at things like this.
he turned around to look at you then. you averted your gaze.
he let out a low chuckle. âyou alright sweetheart?â
you swallowed once, nodded your head quickly and looked away once again. the way he said the word sweetheart made your pulse thrum. but you shook it off because this was wrong. you had a boyfriend and this was his best friend.
âthere we go, no more leaky faucet.â he dusted his hands off and walked up to you.
âthanksâ you smiled at him, maybe a little too seductively, because his gaze burned.
âmm, iâd say you owe me something for taking up my sweet time.â he brushed the hair away from your face, tsking.
he sensed it, the way you melted into his touch, touch starved.
âdirty girlâ he chuckled. âyour boyfriend not good enough for you?â
you shook your head, whispering. âthis is wrong rafe.â you felt guilty, but lust was overpowering that.
he looked you up and down, shaking his head. âhe dosent need to know, so whereâs my reward for this?â he whispered.
and that was how it happened. you, bent over, back arched, and your boyfriends closest friends cock pumping in and out of you, each slap against skin eliciting a whimper from you.
âbet he dosent fuck you like this.â he groaned in your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back.
he didnât.
rafe was different, bigger, thicker. fucked harder, more passionate, more vocal.
âtell me baby, his dick better than mine?â he whispered in your ear, thrusting at a brutal pace.
you couldnât respond, not with the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. you never felt like this before, stars threaten to invade your vision as you let out whimpers.
âsay it.â he growled, smacking your ass, causing you to scream.
ân- fuck- no he dosenât.â you whimpered, eyes rolling back, tears threatening to fall.
âbeen waiting for this moment. for you to realize itâs my cock you should be cumming on.â
white clouded your vision as he circled your clit. the risk of it all, the feeling of not being fucked in almost a month, the way he fucked you like it was a mission. it made you fall over the edge, orgasm pulling you under.
you screamed a high pitched moan, panting.
his grip on your hair tightened, he released a breathy groan slowing his pace and stilled inside of you.
he looked at where you guys connected and licked his lips. âcanât wait for your boyfriend to notice just how much of a cock drunk slut his girl is.â
if this was so wrong then why did it feel so right?











