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âouhh, this is cute.â you grab a white, linen midi dress hanging on the clothing rack. staring up and down of the design on the dress. its flowy and stops at your shin. you held the dress on your body, watching how good it would look. âi could wear this to topperâs boat party.â
âput that shit down.â rafe lazily comments from behind you. eyes not leaving his phone. you turn around, pouting. âyoure not even looking at it!â
your face scrunched up in a frown. âcâmon, ray, this is pretty. white is my color, it makes me look classy.â
rafe turns his phone off, sliding it into his pocket. he closed the distance between you until hes completely towering you.
he reaches out, pinching the fabric between his thick fingers, looking at it with disgust. it was boring and completely swallowing your body shape.
âsince when do you get so boring?â he spoke up. your face falters. looking back at the white dress youre holding. a faint blush covering your face in embarrassment.
âlast summer you wore a bikini top to a bonfire. now youre trying to dress like.. this. if you dont want to show off, fine. but i know your real style.â he guilt trips was right. you immediately panic. thinking youre losing your 'cool' girl image on his eyes.
âyou think it looks bad?â you put the white midi dress back into the rack.
âit looks cheap.â he lies answered smoothly.
âyou wanna be the girl everyone stares at, right? try this one on.â he grabs a white ribbed mini dress instead. its.. very tight, scoops low on the chest, and the hemline ends on your inner thigh.
you paused. âray, thats.. way too short. if i bend over, everyoneâs gonna see everything.â you look at the dress, not sure. your face flushes hot.
rafe stares at you, gaze slowly getting dark. he smirks possessively. he leans his head down to your ear. dropping his âbestfriendâ act. âthen dont bend over unless im standinâ right behind you.â
you gasp, brows furrowing. well, its not unusual for your bestfriend to whisper you weird things. hes just like that! a little perverted but you love him.
âyoure so pervy.â you roll your eyes and giggling. he steps back, handing you the dress. âgo try it on.â he orders lazily. you grab the dress and step inside to a massive, private fitting room.
once you put the dress on, you stare at yourself in the mirror. turning around to see how it looks from the back. it looks so short and tight. almost suffocating your body. you cant help but to admit you indeed look sexy in this. glad youre bestfriends with rafe, he always picks out the best for you!
and not long, rafe enters the fitting room with you there. you ask nervously, âdoes this look good?â you show him the front and then turning around.
rafe doesnt say anything. he physically cannot speak. his eyes goes hungry, tracking from your collarbone, down to the swell of your tits in a cleavage, then to the dip of your waist and hip, finally to how barely it covers your plush thighs and ass. you look innocent in white, yet so disrespectful.
âits fuckinâ perfect.â he compliments. theres something about rafe that makes you feel.. weird. everytime he conpliments you or stares at you, you always feel shy. maybe its because hes just intense like that.
âthanks! but im not sureââ
âkeep it. you look pretty.â pretty, he said. there it was. mostly, guys and your stupid exes call you âhot, sexy, fineâ. never âpretty and beautifulâ. its weird âcause.. considering of how pervy you know your bestfriend is. but hes got a kind heart.
you stare up at rafe with a smile, heart fluttering. âaw, rafe. you always find a way to make me feel so entirely seen.â
rafeâs smile didnt reach his eyes, it stayed sharp and hungry as he dropped his gaze back to the short dress. he felt a dark thrill. feeling like he was the only guy who actually gets you and treats you right.
you take a shaky breath, fingers digging at the hem of the dress to pull it over your head, âuhm, okay. ill pick this one. just go wait outside so i can change back into my clothes.â
rafe doesnt even move towards the door. he reached over to the small hook on the wall and grabs the black micro string bikini. he brought it here before she even enters the fitting room. what the?
âtry this one first.â he stares back at her. âfits your style, no?â
you stared at the bikini he held in his hand, eyes going wide. âi have to take my bra off to put that on. get out, ray.â you command softly.
rafe lazily looks down at you. tilting his head and brows furrowing in confusion. âjust put it on.â
âim about to take my clothes off..?â you hiss, cheeks burning.
rafe sighs in exhaustion, âyâknow, if youre that insecure about your body right now, we can put it back. thought it would look good on you, but if youre going to be weird âbout it.. whatever.â classic rafe, hes always dramatic!
before he could left, you let out a gasp. âim not insecure!â you argued gently, a small smile coming out. you take the bikini from his hand. âfine, ill put it on. but i want you to turn around. or, look at your phone, whatever.â well you know rafeâs definitely hooked up with a lot of girls and see them naked but still, hes your bestfriend. your rafe. you feel shy undressing under his gaze.
you take the white dress off over your head. leaving only in the pink lacy panties and bra. obviously youre not taking your panties off whenever youre trying bikinis on.
your fingers moved behind you, unclasping the bra. and just then, you quickly grab the tiny black triangle top to cover your tits.
you dont know the fitting room has three-way mirrors on every single wall. youre too busy putting the bikini on, not realizing rafe wasnt staring at his screen. he stares right at you. eyes taking in your soft skin, curve of your waist, and the way your thighs press against each other. pink undies? how cute. makes him want to ruin you.
he noticed how your fingers fumbled against the bikini string. your face confused.
âray, i cant get the knot.â you admit, looking back at him.
he shoved his phone back into his pocket, walking closer to you. âdrop your hands, ill do it.â he closed the distance, tall frame towering over you.
he reached his thick fingers to the nape of her neck. blood rushing violently on his head (and dick) that he actually feels dizzy. he takes the bikini strings and tying it slowly. he could see your tits from up here.
the air felt so thick. dont know maybe from how tense you were or the fact that his dick is throbbing. hes thinking about groping your tits from behind, and bending you over in here. he would cover your mouth to keep your moans quiet and muffled from making the staff suspicious. bet youâd get so cockdrunk. he jerked off at the thought of you for a lot of times before.
then, he brings the second set of strings down to her back. he pulls them really tight.
you squirm, ârafe, wait, thats too tigââ a gasp left your mouth, from how warm his broad body is, pressing against yours.
âif its loose, youre gonna spill right outta it. wouldnt want any other guys oglinâ at you, hm?â he tied the knot on your back carefully. his bruised knuckles from whatever fight he gotâbrushing softly into your bare back on purpose. once hes done, he pats your right hip. âthere. told you itâd fit you.â
you stare at your reflection in the mirror infront. suddenly realizing how big his frame is swallowing you from behind. your gaze tracks down to your bodyâfrom your pink panties to the micro bikini top, but then directed at rafe.
he stares back from the mirror. making a long eye contact seconds after seconds. he leans down, his chin pressing against your bare shoulder. you dont even realize both of his hands are gripping the sides of your waist, not tightlyâbut firm enough.
âyoure wearing this under the white dress tomorrow,â rafe dictates, tone flat. his eyes bored, but then dropped to your body again. smirking secretly. he lifts his chin off your shoulder.
âand when other guys say you look so good, youre gonna tell âem i picked it out for you. understood?â his big hand grabbed your chin, making you look and turning up at him.
he loves making you his doll. putting his name on your aesthetic and demanding you to brag about it to the rest of the island.
overwhelmed, flustered, and so obedient.
your lips part slightly. you give a tiny nod as you stare up at him.
âput your clothes back on. im paying for everything weve picked out.â
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âare you fucking kidding me? get off the property, you filthy pogues!â
topper shouts out, rolling his eyes when he saw jj maybank and pope heyward sitting on the bumper of the country club golf carts, trespassing and drinking stolen kook beer. laughing without any guilt.
topper and rafe were just walking out of the back kitchen doors of the country club after a kook dinner. they walked through the dark alleyway until topper spotted them.
after topper spoke up, pope stood up from the bumper. ready to leave and avoid any conflict. âalright, were leaving. câmon, j.â
but as pope tried to walk past them, rafe steps directlyâblocking the path with his massive frame. he tilts his head, a terrifying smile slowly spreading across his face.
âwhoa, wait a second.â rafe grabs pope by the shoulders. he looks back at topper, âwhere are your manners, top? you dont just kick guests out.â rafe grins. ânot when theyre enjoying our world-class hospitality.â he continued, glaring at jj and pope.
jj stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing at rafe. he already knows whats gonna happen. rafe takes a slow step forward. trapping both of them.
âso?â rafe crossed his heavy arms, looking down at the half empty beer can jj is holding on. âhow is it? the imported stuff. tastes better than the swamp water you guys drank down at the cut, aint it?â
pope stays quiet. but he sure looks back at rafe in disgust. while jj cant keep his mouth shut.. ânice golf cart,â he looks back at it. âdoes it come with a pair of balls, or do you have to borrow your dadâs?â
rafeâs jaw clenched. face getting blank, but the smile doesnt leave him. his fist shoots out, hitting jj directly across the jaw. its sharp and fast. jj stumbles back, and holding his face.
âwrong answer, maybank.â rafe chides softly. head shaking in fake dissapointment. âlets try again. dâyou know how much a membership costs here? take a guess.â
jj spits a wad of blood onto the asphalt, glaring back at rafe. pausing in between his breaths, âgo to hell, rafe.â he lunges over, throwing a hook straight into rafeâs head.
the punch grazes rafeâs cheekbone, snapping his head to the side. rafeâs eyes go dark. before jj can swing again, rafe dodged. he punched straight into jjâs stomach.
jj folds, clutching his stomach while gasping for air. but he immediately smashed rafeâs nose, causing a little blood to spurt instantly. jj later tried to tackle rafe by the waist.
âhey, back off!â pope yelled, rushing in to pull rafe away from his friend. but topper was faster. he grabs pope by the collar of his jacket and slams him hard against a bricked wall. âstay out of it!â topper yells back.
jj threw elbows and kickedâbut rafe is bigger and more aggressive. rafe grabs the front of his shirt, shoving jj backward.
jjâs body slammed hard into the side of the golf cart and down to the asphalt. jj pushed himself up on his elbows, clutching his ribs. he stares up at rafe.
jj lets out a breathless laugh âyou got alot of anger for someone who pretends to be sweet around your bestfriend, rafe. does she know youre a fucking psycho? bet if she does, she wont let you get in her pants.â
the alleyway goes completely silent. topper flinches, knowing what his crazy friend will do. pope closes his eyes, knowing jj went too far.
âkeep my girl out of your fucking mouth!â rafe roars.
he lunges forward, grabbing jj by throat and slamming him so hard against the asphalt. rafe doesnt fucking care. he could just kill him right now. rafe punched jj three times, his gold ring slices jjâs eyebrow open.
pope breaks away from topper and tackles rafe from the side. only for pope to get another punch by rafe in the jaw.
topper grabbed rafeâs forearms and shoulders to stop him. âdude, stop! youre gonna kill him! if the cops comeââ
rafe firmly shrugged him off. but he stopped punching jj. rafe shot a warning look to topper. then, he gets up and goes back inside his truck, slamming the door shut.
his chest heaving. breath getting ragged. the adrenalineâs still there. rafe holds his nose to prevent from bleeding further after jjâs punch. his knuckles hurt from bruising. fuck, he needed an escape. anything. to make him calm down.
he searched for coke in his truck. his movements getting sloppy. âno no no, where is it?!â he remembers well last week he snorts some and getting high inside his own truck.
shit. he forgot ward had caught them. his dad threw the cokes away and threatened him to stay out of it. called him a dissapointment.
he cant help, a frustrated sob escapes him first. tears of anger and exhaustion wetting his face. theres nothing he could do to make him relax again.
until then, rafe remembers something.
you. his bestfriend girl.
he remembers exactly your soft hands were. he remembers how you always try to take care of him when he complains about a headache. and how gentle your hands were running through his hair.
you were so sweet and grounding. why didnt he think of you earlier? you were better than any coke he had snorted anyway.
hes thinking about coming over to your place. but its midnight already. are you asleep yet?
rafe reached for his phone, opening your contact to text you. he found something. yours and his texts from today, hours ago from this noon:
âimma watch âabout timeâ tonight! :) guess ill stay up late haha. have you watched itt??â and he replied exactly: âstay up late? really? you should sleep. and no, not interested.â he forgot.
thats it. hes gonna come over now.
your eyes stayed focus on the tv screen infront, mind absorbing in the movie youre watching. body laying relax on bed. you were so peaceful in your brand new pajamas that rafe bought days ago.
until, you heard a heavy tapping on your second story window. you paused the movie, leaving your bed and pulling the curtains up. a gasp left your mouth. rafe, his nose bleeding, cheekbone bruised and hair messy. hes clinging to the trellis with his broad shoulders hunched.
he wasnt the rafe you usually see. he doesnt look like a cocky kook prince.
you immediately unlock the window, pushing it open. âray?! oh my god, what happened?â rafe gets inside your room and sat on the carpet.
well.. lying a little wouldnt cause any problems, right? this might be the perfect time. hell, theres no way hes gonna tell you that he almost killed the pogues. not when youre so sweet and looks at him like a god. he couldnt imagine if one day, you looked at him as the way everyone does.
âdont.â his voice is broken. he looks up at you, eyes red and glassy with tears. âjust dont look at me now, please..â
âyour nose..â you moved closer to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. âwho did this to you, ray? you can tell me everything.â
rafe lets out a pathetic exhale. âit was ward.â he lies admits. âhe screamed at me, telling me that im a dissapointment and ruining the family name. i didnt see it coming, he just suddenly swung.â voice cracking, his fingers wiping his tears.
âhe told me he wishes sarah was his only kid. its always sarah. and im just a liability he has to pay for.â he drags a palm across his tear filled eyes.
your heart sank listening to his story. âthats horrible. im so sorry, ray. câmere.â you pulled him closer, giving him a warm tight hug. fingers gently running through his hair and you rub his wide back to soothe him.
over your shoulder, rafeâs fake tears and expression faded. a sinister smile coming through. he hit the jackpot. he could just beat the pogues until they die and still get some comfort from you.
âhes wrong, ray. dont listen to him. ward is miserable and he takes everything out to you. youre not a liability.â you pulled away from him, he quickly changed his expression again. you put a hand over his left cheek, wiping his tear. and then you both go silent for a moment.
he needs to stay here. and sleep with you. he misses you.
his blue eyes watch your face intently. âyou look beautiful. go have fun.â he said softly, trying to stand up. âill just.. ill probably go back home. if my dad starts up again, dont worry.â hes pity baiting hoping you could let him crash here.
your eyes going wide in panic. before he could walk away, you grab his wrist. ân-no. dont go back there. you can stay here for the night.â
âhere, sit.â you stood up and bring him closer to your bed. he sits in the middle of it. with you on the edge of the bed. you stare at each other, making a long eye contact. he kept watching you with his half lidded gaze.
you clear your throat, feeling awkward under his gaze. âyour nose, ill take care of it. wait here.â you rushed out of your bedroom, looking for some ice and a thin towel. after a minute passed, youre back inside.
you slowly get on the bed. moving closer to his spread thighs, pushing yourself down. rafe let out a grunt. he couldnt bear the feeling of your soft ass pressing against his thighs. or that your warm pussy is sitting right on top of his throbbing dick, just fabrics separating you. he wishes he could just dry hump you right there until youre soaked.
since you sit on his lap, his face is met with the sight of your tits. without any shame or awkwardness, he pressed his face right into your tits. feeling how warm your body is. fuck, did your tits get bigger? uh, maybe not, his mind is hazing over.
you giggle against him, patting the top of his head. âray, youre so clingy.â not even thinking anything dirty about it, hes just your rafe. you bring the towel-wrapped ice pack closer to him.
âlook at me.â you whisper softly. he stops nuzzling his face, looking right up to you. youve never been this close to him. and you cant help but to secretly admire his handsome features.
you pressed the cold towel gently to his swelling nose. but your hands shaking slightly, dont know why. you carefully wipe the smeared blood off his top lip.
rafe looks up at you and down lazily. âyoure shaking.â another cocky smirk escapes him. this jerk. hes literally in pain and got the audacity to be annoying!
ân-no, im just mad at him for hurting you this bad.â you lie. well, not really cause youre actually upset with ward. âyeah?â he replied back. you only have one weakness. holding a long eye contact with rafe cameron. hes your bestfriend, yeah, but.. still! hes so intense. his gaze wont even look away from you now.
âyou wearinâ the pajama i bought, huh?â a small smile escapes him. you smile back softly while holding the towel against his nose. âits.. comfy.â
you swear to god, you feel his big hands dropping down slowly from the sides of your waist to your ass.
he just taps the cheeks of your ass with both of his hands, humming slightly. you feel your face burning.
and just then, he admits something in between the silence. âi miss you.â
you stare back at him with a raised eyebrow, chuckling. ârafe, we just met yesterday. its only been a day.â
his thick fingers slowly cupping the fat of your ass. he didnt hesitate to grind his fat cock against you, seeking the warm feeling between your legs. âi know. i still miss you.â
you bit a lip to supress a moan. and youre also still focusing on his broken nose. you cant say anything. because if you do, you dont wanna be the person that oversexualize everything or being a pervert in the room.
but rafe watched you. he knows your body language well. he slowly grinds his clothed dick again, back and forth. his fingers are almost squeezing your ass now. âyou dont miss me?â he tilts his head, trying to tease and get a reaction out of you. he loves how youre trying to act normal.
âi.. miss you too.â you spoke back. you dont even look at his eyes, gaze focusing on his broken nose. feeling your body stiff. and god, you never realized youre that small compared to his frame.
you hate to admit that youre slightly wet.
but desperately trying to change the convo, you stopped pressing the cold towel against his nose. getting up from his lap. âyour shirtâs dirty. ill go check if my dad have some for you to borrow.â you smile awkwardly before leaving your bedroom.
the second you leave, rafe smirks. he didnt give a shit about the pain. he only cared that you were actually affected and trying to fetch him clothes like a perfect trained doll. he had beaten up the pogues, weaponize his trauma, and crossed your boundaries without you even protesting.
he knew with terrifying certainty, that he owned you.
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synopsis . Ý Ë youre the only calm and sweetest thing in rafe cameron's life, because of that, you trusts him too much. you treat him normally like a bsfâsometimes almost like hes your gay bsf. the thing you dont know? hes been obsessed & waiting to fuck you, playing the long game.
pairings . Ý Ë dark!bsf!rafe x gentle!oblivious!reader.
warnings . Ý Ë 18+ mdni, dark romance, toxic friendship dynamics, heavy objectification, dub-con, coercion, exhibitionism risks, power dynamics, size difference, weird fetishes, gaslighting, emotional manipulation, extreme possessive & obsessive behavior, unhinged jealousy, invasion of privacy, stalking, isolation tactics.
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⡠shopping with bsf!rafe
⡠patching bsf!rafe up and you dont know he lied
âouhh, this is cute.â you grab a white, linen midi dress hanging on the clothing rack. staring up and down of the design on the dress. its flowy and stops at your shin. you held the dress on your body, watching how good it would look. âi could wear this to topperâs boat party.â
âput that shit down.â rafe lazily comments from behind you. eyes not leaving his phone. you turn around, pouting. âyoure not even looking at it!â
your face scrunched up in a frown. âcâmon, ray, this is pretty. white is my color, it makes me look classy.â
rafe turns his phone off, sliding it into his pocket. he closed the distance between you until hes completely towering you.
he reaches out, pinching the fabric between his thick fingers, looking at it with disgust. it was boring and completely swallowing your body shape.
âsince when do you get so boring?â he spoke up. your face falters. looking back at the white dress youre holding. a faint blush covering your face in embarrassment.
âlast summer you wore a bikini top to a bonfire. now youre trying to dress like.. this. if you dont want to show off, fine. but i know your real style.â he guilt trips was right. you immediately panic. thinking youre losing your 'cool' girl image on his eyes.
âyou think it looks bad?â you put the white midi dress back into the rack.
âit looks cheap.â he lies answered smoothly.
âyou wanna be the girl everyone stares at, right? try this one on.â he grabs a white ribbed mini dress instead. its.. very tight, scoops low on the chest, and the hemline ends on your inner thigh.
you paused. âray, thats.. way too short. if i bend over, everyoneâs gonna see everything.â you look at the dress, not sure. your face flushes hot.
rafe stares at you, gaze slowly getting dark. he smirks possessively. he leans his head down to your ear. dropping his âbestfriendâ act. âthen dont bend over unless im standinâ right behind you.â
you gasp, brows furrowing. well, its not unusual for your bestfriend to whisper you weird things. hes just like that! a little perverted but you love him.
âyoure so pervy.â you roll your eyes and giggling. he steps back, handing you the dress. âgo try it on.â he orders lazily. you grab the dress and step inside to a massive, private fitting room.
once you put the dress on, you stare at yourself in the mirror. turning around to see how it looks from the back. it looks so short and tight. almost suffocating your body. you cant help but to admit you indeed look sexy in this. glad youre bestfriends with rafe, he always picks out the best for you!
and not long, rafe enters the fitting room with you there. you ask nervously, âdoes this look good?â you show him the front and then turning around.
rafe doesnt say anything. he physically cannot speak. his eyes goes hungry, tracking from your collarbone, down to the swell of your tits in a cleavage, then to the dip of your waist and hip, finally to how barely it covers your plush thighs and ass. you look innocent in white, yet so disrespectful.
âits fuckinâ perfect.â he compliments. theres something about rafe that makes you feel.. weird. everytime he conpliments you or stares at you, you always feel shy. maybe its because hes just intense like that.
âthanks! but im not sureââ
âkeep it. you look pretty.â pretty, he said. there it was. mostly, guys and your stupid exes call you âhot, sexy, fineâ. never âpretty and beautifulâ. its weird âcause.. considering of how pervy you know your bestfriend is. but hes got a kind heart.
you stare up at rafe with a smile, heart fluttering. âaw, rafe. you always find a way to make me feel so entirely seen.â
rafeâs smile didnt reach his eyes, it stayed sharp and hungry as he dropped his gaze back to the short dress. he felt a dark thrill. feeling like he was the only guy who actually gets you and treats you right.
you take a shaky breath, fingers digging at the hem of the dress to pull it over your head, âuhm, okay. ill pick this one. just go wait outside so i can change back into my clothes.â
rafe doesnt even move towards the door. he reached over to the small hook on the wall and grabs the black micro string bikini. he brought it here before she even enters the fitting room. what the?
âtry this one first.â he stares back at her. âfits your style, no?â
you stared at the bikini he held in his hand, eyes going wide. âi have to take my bra off to put that on. get out, ray.â you command softly.
rafe lazily looks down at you. tilting his head and brows furrowing in confusion. âjust put it on.â
âim about to take my clothes off..?â you hiss, cheeks burning.
rafe sighs in exhaustion, âyâknow, if youre that insecure about your body right now, we can put it back. thought it would look good on you, but if youre going to be weird âbout it.. whatever.â classic rafe, hes always dramatic!
before he could left, you let out a gasp. âim not insecure!â you argued gently, a small smile coming out. you take the bikini from his hand. âfine, ill put it on. but i want you to turn around. or, look at your phone, whatever.â well you know rafeâs definitely hooked up with a lot of girls and see them naked but still, hes your bestfriend. your rafe. you feel shy undressing under his gaze.
you take the white dress off over your head. leaving only in the pink lacy panties and bra. obviously youre not taking your panties off whenever youre trying bikinis on.
your fingers moved behind you, unclasping the bra. and just then, you quickly grab the tiny black triangle top to cover your tits.
you dont know the fitting room has three-way mirrors on every single wall. youre too busy putting the bikini on, not realizing rafe wasnt staring at his screen. he stares right at you. eyes taking in your soft skin, curve of your waist, and the way your thighs press against each other. pink undies? how cute. makes him want to ruin you.
he noticed how your fingers fumbled against the bikini string. your face confused.
âray, i cant get the knot.â you admit, looking back at him.
he shoved his phone back into his pocket, walking closer to you. âdrop your hands, ill do it.â he closed the distance, tall frame towering over you.
he reached his thick fingers to the nape of her neck. blood rushing violently on his head (and dick) that he actually feels dizzy. he takes the bikini strings and tying it slowly. he could see your tits from up here.
the air felt so thick. dont know maybe from how tense you were or the fact that his dick is throbbing. hes thinking about groping your tits from behind, and bending you over in here. he would cover your mouth to keep your moans quiet and muffled from making the staff suspicious. bet youâd get so cockdrunk. he jerked off at the thought of you for a lot of times before.
then, he brings the second set of strings down to her back. he pulls them really tight.
you squirm, ârafe, wait, thats too tigââ a gasp left your mouth, from how warm his broad body is, pressing against yours.
âif its loose, youre gonna spill right outta it. wouldnt want any other guys oglinâ at you, hm?â he tied the knot on your back carefully. his bruised knuckles from whatever fight he gotâbrushing softly into your bare back on purpose. once hes done, he pats your right hip. âthere. told you itâd fit you.â
you stare at your reflection in the mirror infront. suddenly realizing how big his frame is swallowing you from behind. your gaze tracks down to your bodyâfrom your pink panties to the micro bikini top, but then directed at rafe.
he stares back from the mirror. making a long eye contact seconds after seconds. he leans down, his chin pressing against your bare shoulder. you dont even realize both of his hands are gripping the sides of your waist, not tightlyâbut firm enough.
âyoure wearing this under the white dress tomorrow,â rafe dictates, tone flat. his eyes bored, but then dropped to your body again. smirking secretly. he lifts his chin off your shoulder.
âand when other guys say you look so good, youre gonna tell âem i picked it out for you. understood?â his big hand grabbed your chin, making you look and turning up at him.
he loves making you his doll. putting his name on your aesthetic and demanding you to brag about it to the rest of the island.
overwhelmed, flustered, and so obedient.
your lips part slightly. you give a tiny nod as you stare up at him.
âput your clothes back on. im paying for everything weve picked out.â
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summary: being the only girl 'bsf' allowed in the toxic boys friendgroup on figure eight means you belong to all three of them.
18+ mdni. messy grammar
âyou actually gonna wear that?â kelceâs voice cuts through the low hum of the outboard machine, heavy with mockery. gaze scanning to your whole body without any shame. its just funny seeing you wearing a grey zip up hoodie with denim shorts. cause, ironically and usually, you wear slutty fits infront of themâhell, or even naked. theyve seen your body. and they never miss a beat to not praise it, how could they not? they loved seeing your flustered face. plus, youve got a nice body to keep.
sometimes you wonder, what kind of best friends that see each other naked? not to mention youve fucked the three of them and suck their cocks too. they absolutely have nasty pics of you saved on each their phones too.
âiââ
âleave her alone, man.â topperâs arm shoots around your waist. holding you close and steady. pressing your ass against his cock underneath the garment intentionally. you gasped and turn your head. he looks down, eyes taking in the blown out eyes and flushed cheeks. âdidnt i buy you a new bikini last night?â
you gulped, âyeah.. im wearing it, actually.â
âtake them off, baby.â the command was low and raspy. it made your stomach drop. rafe leans lazily in the helm of the boat, pulling from his vape. blowing icy mint smoke out into the salty warm air. he kept his dark gaze locked to you. abandoning the wheel and walked forward. his tall and broad frame completely swallowing you. cedarwood and something spicy of his expensive cologne fills your nose.
you tensed. but you cant help to feel your cunt getting wetter, rubbing your thighs together. topperâs arm around you tightens, not in jealousy, he was smug about it. âdont make him wait,â low voice murmuring against your ear. âshow him how fucking sexy you look in what i bought you.â
kelce let out a crude laugh. leaning back and manspreading onto the vinyl seat. âput on a show for us, babe. wouldnt miss any of it.â
rafeâs rough thumb pressing against your lower lip. parting your lips slightly and brushing it slowly. undressing you with his eyes. âwell?â he smirked. you can hear the pulse in your ears. âstrip.â
his dirty command sent a thrill down to your spine. with trembling fingers, you reached up to the zipper of your hoodie. but you couldnt bring yourself to pull it down.
youre trapped in a cage with men times bigger than you. suddenly youre very aware of topperâs arm around your waist. you could feel burning, heavy predatory gaze from the three of them. waiting for you to strip and perform for them like youre nothing but for them to play with.
well, youve worn bikinis to bonfire or boat parties. but the one youre wearing now? its a micro string bikini. the tiny triangles of silk barely covers your tits. threatening to spill out any time, only hiding your hard nipples. the strings riding high on your hips. making your plump ass and thighs pop more. the fabric only covers your puffy cunt. either way, you look sexy and slutty but, youre too shy to strip. especially not in a broad daylight like this, at a boat where any passing yacht could drift by.
every second felt longer. the predatory eyes are watching you to strip yourself. it made your skin crawl. you take too fucking long. you hesitate too much. i mean, its not like youve never strip infront of themâyou have, alot of times even. but still, it all felt too much sometimes. your shaking hands still holding the zipper. biting lower lip unconciously. âim not sure if imââ
kelce let out a loud mocking sigh from the vinyl seat. âboring.â followed by a theaterical yawn. to humiliate you. you turn, a shameful flush burning spreading across your face and neck. you were so terrified and he treats it like its nothing.
âaw, you feelinâ shy now?â you even forgot topper was holding you close. his fingers digging into your waist.
âtoo fucking long.â rafe cuts impatiently, jaw clenching. he stood closer to you. watching his eyes go dark.
and just suddenly, he didnt ask for permissionâstripped you from beside you. rough hand unzipping it down and throwing it away. he shoved the denim shorts over your hips until it pooled at your ankles.
the boat went silent.
you were completely exposed now. fingers intertwined as you fidget on them. you dont even dare to look at the three of these guys.
âholy fuck,â kelce let out a low whistle. âtop, you deserve a goddamn medal for finding this.â hes practically drooling. you glanced between his spread legs, his bulge almost prominent now.
âhot, aint she?â topperâs fingers on your waist were long gone. he drifts them lower to the back of your hip now. slowly palming and cupping the fat of your ass. you went still, frozen.
âbet you were dripping beinâ our whore, huh? waiting for us to fuck you âtil youre brain dead?â rafe gets behind you, whispered low on your ear. his hot breath makes your skin crawl.
you feel two thick fingersâand one of them with a ring, brushing against your pussy underneath the thin thong. he rubs you back and forth slowly. teasing your buds, feeling your wetness. a soft moan escaped you. you clamped both thighs while rafeâs fingers still between your thighs. but you press down harder against his fingers, chasing the friction.
topperâs arm around your waist are long gone now. he licked his lip when he watches rafe rubs your folds and your almost rolled eyes. âturn around, sweetheart. show kelce the back.â
your feet still glued. mind too hazed with lust because of how good rafe fingers are rubbing you. just then, his fingers are gone. you pouted in annoyance, not even listening at what topper said. but before you could even whine, he stepped behind youânext to rafe.
topper clicks his tongue in annoyance. âi said turn around.â he demanded, dropping the fake sweetness. he gripped both of your hips and forcefully spun you.
now your ass is facing kelce. he leaned closer in his seat. while you stare up to meet rafe and topperâs gaze. they both just smirk, eyes dark.
you feel kelceâs big hand rubbing your ass. he squeezed it hard, moving it around to watch your ass jiggle. he groans at the sight. âyouve got some nice ass, slut.â he spanks you. you whimpered, body flinching. kelce tugged at the thong between your legs, then letting it go to watch the thong slap against your slick cunt.
âfeels even better when im bending her over, best three hundred bucks ive ever spent indeed.â topper hooked his fingers under the string at your back. unraveling the knot in one swipe. the bikini top slid down and fell. your soft tits exposed to the air and hungry gazes now.
rafeâs fingers tangled firmly in your hair, making you feel the sharp sensation. he dragged down by your hair and making you kneel right between his legs. you look up to him, hes already fumbling with his belt. shoving his denim and boxers down. his fat cock slapping against his abs. the tip flushing, slick with pre cum. veins visible.
he rubs his dick against your cheek, wet with your humiliated tears from earlier and from his pre cum. he grunts at the sight. your expression is lewd too. you look like a fucking whore. he slides his cock from your cheek, tapping against your lips.
âsuck.â
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Summary: What if you were the one who saved Sarah from drowning instead of Topper? Unfortunately, being the hero comes with consequences in risking your own life at the hands of Rafe Cameron.Â
â ď¸warningsâ ď¸: dark content, violence/gun violence, implied drug usage, kidnapping, language, eventual dubcon
Inspired by season 2 episode 5 "The Darkest Hour"
âYouâve always been against me!â
Rafe had Sarah cornered at the dock, making it impossible for her to escape. You were at the docks late at night, picking up a package that was left at the front shipment of your dadâs fishing business. Once you grabbed the package, you heard a man yelling from the distance.
âDo you understand!â The strong voice boomed throughout the docking area, echoing towards where you stood.
âWhere are you going, Sarah?â Rafe says, chasing after his little sister.Â
âSarahâ was the only thing you were able to understand. âSarah!â You drop your package and immediately ran towards the commotion. You quickly reached the main part of the dock, but there was no one there. It was suddenly silent, until you heard water splashing and a gasp for air.
You quickly turn around to find the nearest noise. After jumping over the rope, there you saw Rafe Cameron standing tall as he was drowning Sarah in a container of water. Your adrenaline acted fast, picking up a metal bar you found next to the ropes. Running up to him, you swing the metal bar to his back, causing him to collapse and releasing his grip on Sarah.Â
âOh my god, Sarah!â You quickly pulled her out of the water.
Her lips were turning blue by the second she wasn't responding.
Finally, she gasps for air. Choking on the water she had accidentally swallowed.
âHey, hey! Are you okay?!â you were painted with concern. She hunches over, while you hit her back to release more of the water.
âYeah, yeah. Iâm fin- y/n!â she yells in warning. Rafe was suddenly behind you, grabbing you harshly.
âWhat are you doing here, y/n.â His voice ran a chill down your spine.Â
âLet go of me!â You struggle to escape from his brutal grasp, but that only made him hold on tighter.
âYouâre not supposed to be here.â
He then drags you away from Sarah, and moved towards the exit.Â
âNo! Let go of her!â Sarah attempts to run after him, but he turns around and pushes her down, causing her to hit her head on the ground.Â
You scream at her unconscious body lying there.
âYou think you could just save the day, huh? Everyone wants to save Miss. Sarah Cameron!â
He shoves you into his truck, clicking the child safe locks, as he gets into the drivers seat.Â
âRafe! Let me out! Help!â Your attempt to punch him and bang at the window was no use. Your resistance only made him angrier. Without any warning, Rafe reaches from under his seat and a black rectangular object appears in his hands.
âStop! Stop!â he yells, you silently cry as his aim was now pointed at your forehead. Salty tears ran down your face, your vision so blurry from all the tears, yet the gun was so clear to see.Â
âHereâs whatâs gonna happen. Youâre gonna come with me, okay? No more screaming, and no more fighting, or else I will pull the trigger, alright?âÂ
You were crying so hard that your words were muffled, making it difficult for him to understand you.
âI said, alright!â He shouted, repeating himself. You flinched, immediately clearing your throat. âYes! Alright!â Your words were laced with fear. Rafe removed the gun away from your head, tucking it back under his seat. He turns on his car and quickly pulls out of the driveway towards the main road.Â
Quiet sobs escaped you while Rafe drove you to god knows where. The roads were too dark to make it out, all you heard was ocean waves crashing into the night. You glance at him slightly in hopes of creating some conversation. But he didnât even flinch, his eyes were fixated on the dark road for about 10 minutes now. You opened your mouth, but you were quick to close it.Â
âWhat is it, y/n?â Rafe says, his eyes still focused on the road. His tone was tense, but it was a bit more calmer than how it was earlier.
You gulped, not sure if anything you ask will get you killed.
 âWhat are you going to do to me?â You choked out, your voice comes out so little, so weak in comparison to Rafeâs.
He finally looks at you, his bloodshot eyes stares directly at your swollen ones. You werenât the type to cause any drama. That was JJâs job. But since everyone on the goddamn island knew how much Rafe Cameron loves to stir shit up, you just never cared to interact with him. Simple as that. Plus, you donât remember the last time you two had a proper conversation. Rafe was either too coked out or drunk to keep one with you. JJ once made an absurd joke saying how Rafe had given you the âPogue pass.â
âPogue pass? you just made that shit up, JJâ you exclaimed.Â
âI did not!â he stomped his foot on the ground.
You shoot him a âare you seriousâ look that he knew all too well.Â
âOkay, maybe I did. But listen, Iâm right. And you wanna know why Iâm right? Because out of all the times that Rafe had tormented usâŚâ JJâs index finger whirls into a circle and then points directly at you.Â
âHe made sure that you werenât there.âÂ
That made you stop to think for a minute.Â
JJ threw another crushed up beer can on the grass as he watches you come to this realization.Â
âGive me an exampleâ you said, not fully convinced.
âThat time at the movies, you couldnât go because some Kook family placed a large amount of fish orders that night.âÂ
âJJ thatâs nothing out of the ordinary-â
âThen bam! Rafe and his little Kook minions attacks me, Kiara, and Pope.â
âOkay but-â
âAh! ah! ah! And there was that other time when our bikes âmagically disappearedâ on the beach, but the only one left was yours. You had to leave early because you were late for dinner, and what does Rafe do? He picks a fight with John B.â
You placed your hands on your hips.
âWell, maybe he didnât want some hot pink bike from when I was nine.â
âDoesnât matter, you still had your bike.â JJ shrugs. âOh and guess what? You still werenât there!"
You playfully roll your eyes at JJ's crazy theory. There's no way that Rafe would create a plan to keep you from being involved in his violent activities.
"Iâm telling you y/n, Pogue pass, soft spot, pretty privilege, whatever the hell it is! Rafe doesnât hate you as much as he hates us.â
Now, if only you could tell JJ that Rafe has held you at gunpoint, kidnapped you, and is now going to finish you offâŚ
You would have placed a bet on it.
Rafe ignores your question and just mumbles, âWeâll be there soon.â
Your heart starts to race even faster, you thought of so many possibilities all at once.
Is he going to take you somewhere to finish you off?
Drown you like what he did to Sarah?
Actually pulling the trigger this time?
Panic starts to flood your body and you had to think quick. Nowâs the time to act before you reach your final destination.
Running off on adrenaline, you suddenly shot your hand out to grab the steering wheel, causing the car to swerve left and right.
âYou monster!â
âHey! What the fuck are you doing!â Rafe shouts, trying to get a hold of the wheel. But you didnât let go. You didnât care if you crashed, as long as he wasnât going to be the cause of your death. The truck screeched in circles, and the smell of tires burns through your nose. However, Rafeâs grip was stronger. He swats your hand away and now has full control of the wheel. Rafe took a hard break, but the sudden turn made his truck hit a small tree off the side of the highway. The impact wasnât hard enough for the airbags to inflate, but the front bumper had been damaged.Â
âShit!â Rafe yelled, slamming his hand on the wheel. Now was your chance to escape. You busted the passenger door open, headache pounding as you run side to side of the opposite way of the truck. Dizziness and blurred stars start to form in your vision. You started to visualize your friends waiting for you at the end of the street. Sarah waving and encouraging you to make it towards her. As you run faster to them, you feel your body betray you at the worst moment. Your muscles felt like jelly, making it harder for you to keep up. And before you knew it, you dropped down to the pavement floor. Just like that, the environment around you faded like a black screen. Heavy steps and the sound of loafers rang through your ears. All there was left was the light sensation of your body weight being lifted off the ground from a pair of strong arms.Â
You passed out without even knowing it. A bump in the road causing you to shoot up from your unconscious body, hoping that all of this was just one big nightmare. A light grey jacket was draped over your shoulders. The jacket's scent consisted of soap and smoke fills your senses, making you realize that it was Rafe who had placed it there while you were out. You curse yourself for being so reckless, who knows what Rafe couldâve done to you while you were out? But as your eyes adjusted to the bright gate lights, there you saw a medium sized blue house, enough to fit a family of 5. It was not as extravagant as Tannyhill, but definitely in better condition than your house back on The Cut. This was probably one of the many beach houses that the Cameronâs own.
Rafe exits the drivers seat, opening your door and pulling you out from your seat. His grey jacket now on the floor. You wince at his cruel way of manhandling you, glaring at him at every chance you could get. He then pulls out a black bandana and tightly wraps it around your eyes. While also grabbing your two hands, and placing them behind your back. Rafe noticed how you stiffened when he tightened the zip ties around your wrists.
âThatâs what happens when you make stupid decisionsâ, He spits out.
You stumble up the patio steps, tripping over your own feet. Rafe opens the front door, pushing you to go in first. He leads you through the house, while your legs were trembling on every step of the staircase.
Before opening the first room that he could find, Rafe stops in the middle of the hallway. He digs for something in his pocket and takes a deep breath. You didn't need your eyes to know what he was doing in that moment.
Guilt starts to creep up on you while you wondered if Sarah was even alive. Yes, you saved her, but at the cost of putting her in danger again. Seeing her body go limp at the docks made you want to cry all over again. You were really hoping someone had found her. Snapping you out of your thoughts, Rafe pulls you the opposite way of where you two were standing at and opens a door. He forces your body onto the firm mattress, making you groan.
âPl-please, Rafe. Iâm so sorry, donât do this to me. Just let me go, please.â you beg so desperately, not knowing which direction heâs standing in.
His body weight dips onto the mattress when he stalks closer to you. His rough calloused hands shoots out to squeeze your cheeks together, making you form a squishy face. Your body starts to shake, preparing for the worst to come.
"You're lucky I got somewhere to be right now, or else I would've fucked the desperation outta you", he whispers into your ear like it's a secret.
The mattress then felt lighter below you when the sound of the door locking fills the room. Leaving you all alone, and tied up with no indication of when heâs coming back.
part two -> HERE
author's note: sooâŚđłđł what do we think?? there will be a part 2! hopefully i have some time to revise it soon bc iâve been bookedđŞ but i never thought iâll be posting this so đşđź coming out of my shell! cheers to my first fic being posted!đĽ
18+ mdni. fem pogue!onlyfans!reader pairing. bad grammar cs english aint my first language. divider by @/cursed-camine.
perv!bully!rafe cameron will never know about your onlyfans account if topper and kelce didnt show him. it was mid hangout. kelce found the link floating around, topper clicks it, landing on your free page. scrolling through the unlocked teasers of yourself in skimpiest clothes. lewd expressions, bending over in a micro skirt that barely covers your plump ass, arching your back in a tight top that pushed your soft tits higher, or thighs spread to show thong that clings to your puffy soaked folds. obviously, the videos of you being naked and fucking yourself is pay per viewâ$25 each. he cant believe it. youre a fucking slut online.
perv!bully!rafe cameron scoffs in disgust. laughs along with his friends as they make some crude jokes about you. he called you âgarbageâ âwhoreâ âfor the streetsâ. though he can feel his blood rushing straight to his dick. shorts getting tighter. breath hitching. he hates himself for staring at the visible hard nipples rubbing against your top. shit, he wanna tease and suck on them so bad âtil you whine. he bets you have the tightest pussy too. wait, what the fuck?
perv!bully!rafe cameron later that night, locking his room at tannyhillâmakes an account. it was nothing. @user8472910. his fingers typing your username, memorized it very well. he tells himself hes just âcheckingâ your account and find something to mock later. even pressed the âsubscribeâ button, in case he missed a post that could give him an opportunity to corner and bully you.
perv!bully!rafe cameron quickly checks his phone when his phone rings a notification of your new post. he drools at the sight. taking in the tight towel accentuating your body curves. towel hanging low, almost showing your nipples. fucking tease. his grip on the phone gets tighter. he reads your caption. âwant me to drop it? jst sent it to ur dms.. check ur inbox đđâ. he already imagines taking the towel off and pounding you right there. but he doesnt like that its a mass dm, meaning you sent that to other guys too..
perv!bully!rafe cameron immediately opens his dm. a blurry photo of you naked with a big lock icon and â$20â to open it in the middle of the pic. he hissed, you see him almost everyday. plus, he was always the one taking upper hand on you. mocking you, humiliating you. unfortunately the onlyfans system doesnt care. so he clicked the unlock button. processing the charge of his credit card. not even his, wardâs. rafe clears his throat, feeling embarrassed of how desperate he is, âfucking pogue.â
perv!bully!rafe cameron cant believe his eyes. his mind went blank the moment your photo loaded. suddenly the air felt thick. heartbeat making uneven rhythm against his ribs. youre laying naked on your bed, thighs pushed against your titsâcamera angled low, showing a clear picture of your needy cunt. what a sight for sore eyes. rafe cant look away. youre so sexy.
perv!bully!rafe cameron tugged the fabric of his shorts before taking them off with his boxers, aggresively manspreading. his fat cock half hard, slick with pre cum. hand fisting in slow movement. âs-shit..â a low groan tore his throat. he spits at the head and rubbed it. his thick shaft fully hard now. hes aching so hard it almost hurts. feeling so angry at himself. pumping his cock faster and sloppier. squelch sounds getting louder. rafe bucked his hip into hand, desperate for more. jerking off to the thoughts of him bending you over and fucking you hard, warm pussy perfectly grips him. imagining the way your plump ass will bounce against his hip, as he degrades you, licking the tears out of your eyes. minutes passed and he later came alot on his chair. all he can think is, he doesnt like any other loser guys seeing the erotic sight of you.
perv!bully!rafe cameron who later became your top tipper, dropping hundred of dollars just to request nasty custom videos and sending âhows your day?â dms, acting as if youre his girlfriend. funny. but he doesnt care. as long as he pays you alot and give you his sweet attention, he knows youâll be focused on himâthe anonymous user. he lied to his dad when ward confronts his son, âwhy is there a reccuring charge for âonlyfansâ on my account?â. rafe would just rolls his eyes and gaslights his dad it was âhackedâ.
perv!bully!rafe cameron cant stop ogling at your body when he sees you in real life. though you were just wearing a non revealing outfit. before then, he would glare at you and throw mean remarks. but now? his brainâs faded with lust. still, he would pretend to hate you. calling your onlyfans âembarrassingâ âno self respectâ âbrokeâ âcheapâ and more. it hits too close obviously, but youre used to him being your hater so some of his comments doesnt even affect you anymore.
perv!bully!rafe cameron cornered you when youre working on a catering shift at tannyhill for one of wardâs big party. he tried to make you hurt. even trying to make you spill a tray of drinks so he could get you fired. youre in the kitchen. rafe heard his name shouted by ward at the other room. he cursed, left his phone on the counter and stormed out. you just roll your eyes, searching in the pocket for your phone. deciding to open onlyfans and post a pay per view video that you just recorded hours ago in your room. you typed a flirty and nasty captionâwhatever, to make them continue paying. at the same time your videoâs uploaded, a notification on rafeâs phone rings. maybe just.. coincidence..? you decided to glance a bit.
his phoneâs unlocked. the screen stayed lit. a familiar blue and white logo at the top of the screen. it even included an username. @user8472910. the string of numbers felt like a physical blow. it was.. him the whole time?! no, this cant be. is this real? maybe you were exhausted from your job. you know you shouldnt do this but, your fingers are way faster to clicking the notification.
it loaded for a second before landing on a homepage. your eyes widen in shock. the homepageâs full of your pay per view videos and teasers. you wanted proof if its really him. you tapped the little grey icon in the bottom, pulling up to his account. it was actually him. you stopped breathing. and suddenly everything around stopped too.
the guy who humiliated you in public, making you feel insecure because of his harsh words. is actually jerking off to your onlyfansâeven being the top tipper? you wonder does he actually want you to know this or no, maybe hes just dumb enough to be sneaky. youre nauseous. but also, you cant help that your ego boosts from the fact that hes desperate enough to pay for your contents. but also embarrassment cause he has definitely seen you in inappropriate states. knowing hes the top tipper, he definitely doesnt hate you. you dont view him as the arrogant rich bully anymore, hes actually a desperate gooner. it was all just an act. you quickly remove onlyfans from his recent apps.
perv!bully!rafe cameron stormed back into the kitchen, running a hand through his hair. he was ready to throw another crude jokes, not to mention he was checking out on your ass the whole time. you turned to face him. he noticed your expression. you look like youve seen a ghost. he wonders why.
he glanced at his phone on the counter beside you, he realized he left it unlocked the whole time. without even demanding an explanation, everything made sense.
colors drained from his face. he looks sick. you thought hes gonna go blame you and gaslight you. instead his lips parted, trying to say something but he could barely say a word. hes caught. and panicked. also? he cant help to something dark inside. hes thrilled. like he wants you to know about it. he doesnt need to hide his obsession again. maybe even he could get to finally fuck you.
omg this was better in my headđ also first writing ever wtf i didnt intend on making it this long lmaoo
âYOâ man, what the fuck!?â Rafe yelled while looking like he was two seconds away from smashing the keyboard through the desk.
He was hunched over his desk in the dim glow of his monitor, his room a mess of empty beer cans and tangled controller chords while you were sprawled on his bed beside him, wearing nothing but one of his oversized football tees that barely covered your ass. Definitely horny.
Youâd been waiting for almost an hour, doing everything just to catch his attention. You finally got really impatient and whined, stretching your leg out to nudge his bicep with your bare manicured foot, toes brushing against him.
âRafeyâŚ~â you dragged out his name, voice needy and sweet.
Rafe didnât even glance back, fingers slamming against the keyboard. âMmm, whatâs up, babe?â before one of his teammates screamed through the mic about saving him. âCant you see Iâm trying? theyâre like five fucking people!â
You rolled your eyes, trying again. âBabyyyy~â Nudging on his bicep again.
He let out a long exasperated sigh, fingers still flying across the keyboard. âYessss, sweetheart? iâm kinda in the middle of something, baby.â
You nudged him again, toes sliding down his arm. âRafey, baby⌠come on.â
Rafe let out an irritated groan, ripping his headset off and spinning around in the chair. His jaw was tight, eyes flashing with annoyance. âFine, fine! What do you want, babe?â he snapped, voice rough and frustrated. âYouâve been fucking whining my name for ten minutes straight while Iâm trying to play ranked. Jesus Christ.â
You bit your lip, heat rushing through you at his tone. âi dunno⌠âm so hornyâŚâ
Rafeâs gaze dropped between your legs where the shirt had ridden up, spotting how slick you already were. âSeriously? Thatâs what this is about?â He grabbed your ankle and yanked you to the edge of the bed. âMy needy little girlfriend canât wait her turn, huh?
You nodded before he went in between you thighs and leaned in to kiss you. âno panties either, hm?â he mumbled against your lips.
Before you could answer, he shoved your thighs apart further and pushed two thick fingers into you roughly, curling them deep. You moaned, back arching instantly.
He spat directly on your pussy before dragging his thumb in between your folds before stopping at your clit and inserting three fingers in your hole.
Your legs started shaking, but right as you were getting close he pulled his fingers out.
He sat back in his gaming chair, shoving his sweats down just enough to free his hard, heavy cock. It slapped against his stomach as he reached into the desk drawer, pulled out a condomâextra large, duhâand tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
You watched, biting your lip, as he rolled the condom down his thick length with quick, practiced strokes, making sure it was secure at the base. His eyes stayed locked on you the whole time while doing couple quick strokes, pinching the tip to make sure it was on right.
He tapped on his thigh, âwork for it.â
You climbed into his lap quick, straddling him. Rafe lined his cock up and you sank down onto him, gasping at how full he felt. He gripped your hips tight and immediately started thrusting up into you hard, slamming deep with every snap of his hips. âYeah? finally got what yâwanted, huh?â
You tried to bounce but Rafe was relentless, pounding up into you with brutal force, his grip on your hips bruising as he controlled the pace. His breath was heavy against your neck. One hand fisted your hair, yanking your head back so he could growl right in your ear, âGreedy fucking pussy⌠couldnât even let me finish the match, bro.â
He spat on your tits, watching it run down while he kept thrusting up hard, making you take every inch. His other hand smacked your ass sharply before gripping it tight. âlove how yâfuckin beg for dick.â
âmmh, hmp!â You moaned, hands gripping his shoulders while you stuck out your tongue for him to spit on it and swallowing without hesitation before you came hard around him. You shook in his lap while he thrusted up even harder a few more times before he buried himself deep and filled the condom with a low curse.
He slapped your ass again, breathing heavy against your ear before he lifted you off of him. Peeling the condom off, tying it quick and tossing it in the trash before pushing your head toward his lap. âNow clean me up so i can try to salvage the fucking game you ruined, babe.â
