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[rafeownsme]

— hii! my name is astrid! cancer. 08. venezuelan. queer. p4l. shifter. any pronouns.

♡ I love old fashion. stray kids. katseye. obx. babynetflix. lana del rey. melanie martinez. dpr ian. deftones. cas. old music. shifting. james franco. margaret qualley. rafe cameron, jj maybank and lowkey john b.

— If you have any ideas for one-shots, don't hesitate to tell me!

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current obsession: obx + jj maybank + rafe cameron.

©vxstrid(m) — since 2026.

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

c/w: dealer!rafe. rafe x fem!reader. pogue!rafe. mention of drugs.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

the music was blasting too loudly, but that wasn't what really bothered you. it was the atmosphere of that place that gave you goosebumps. the air was heavy, you felt the stares of those shady-looking young men, that feeling that you didn't belong there.

you clutched the money in your hands as you asked about him.

“rafe,” said a boy you’d never seen before, “he’s back there.” he gave you a look, as if he were leering at your body. he let out a small, mocking laugh, then ushered you into the seedy place.

you walked down the narrow hallway, seriously doubting whether this had been a good idea. but to be honest, you needed to feel something, you needed something to help you forget a little bit of all the chaos that had been happening in your life recently.

you were expecting someone unpleasant, dirty, someone scary in the typical way. you weren't expecting at all to see a guy as handsome as he was.

rafe was comfortably reclining on the worn and old sofa, inhaling a little of his cigarette while looking at you incredulously.

he tilted his head slightly, studying you with a half-smile that was not friendly, but dangerous.

the room smelled of alcohol, smoke, and something else chemical. on the table in front of him were small envelopes, a haphazardly arranged white powder, and colored pills in an open jar.

you stood still in the doorway, shifting your weight slightly with a hint of anxiety. perhaps it was a bad idea to come wearing such a short skirt and looking so feminine, you thought.

"i think you've come to the wrong place," he says, stretching his arms out to the sides of the sofa, giving a nonchalant attitude. "this isn't a spa, ma'am."

"i've come to buy," you say, trying to sound as firm as possible.

he raises an eyebrow, scanning you a second time, "oh, really?" he leave the sofa to move a little closer to you, to appreciate you more closely. his scent of alcohol combined with an attractive perfume caresses your nose, "you don't seem like the type of girl who buys this stuff."

his gaze dropped to your hand where the money was, already crumpled from the nerves of having it so close.

"you know absolutely nothing about me, just give me what I'm looking for once," you frowned, already frustrated by the way he was treating you like a little girl.

"what manners," rafe said, walking towards the table and taking one of the envelopes. he took your hand and gently pushed it towards you with two fingers. "cocaine. clean. not the cheap shit they usually sell around here." he paused. "god, I hope you know what you're getting into."

you didn't answer, you gave him the money, without taking your eyes off his blue ones. "look at you," he murmurs, almost amused, "you don't even know how to hold money without your hand shaking."

grabbing the money roughly, he proceeded to count it slowly to make sure it was the exact amount, giving you the occasional mocking glance. "you can leave now," his sharp gaze shifted back to you, and to your cleavage. "i hope I don't see you around here again buying this shit."

you didn't feel able to move; the silence hung heavy before you both.

rafe turned around when he realized you were still there, "what?" he murmured, "don't you know where the door is?"

you clutched the now-vanished money in your hand, as if you still had it. "you told me to leave," you replied weakly, "not that I had to run."

he chuckles softly, shaking his head as he turns his gaze back to you. "look at that," he murmurs, "you can talk."

he moved dangerously close to you, unable to stop himself from taking a step back each time he got closer. your back almost touched the wall, your chest heaving up and down.

"i thought you'd run away when you saw what was on the table." his gaze lowered again, slowly, brazenly, before returning to your eyes. "but you're still here."

your breathing became shallower than before, "i have to go now" you said, but you didn't move, and neither did he.

rafe tilted his head slightly, watching you as if trying to decipher you... or break you. "no," he said softly, "you don't want to leave."

who were you kidding? you'd never wanted your clothes ripped off as much as you did at that moment. you hated the idea that he was already thinking about it.

his hand rested against the wall, right next to your head, preventing you from escaping, almost leaving you no room.

"you want to test how bad an idea i am?" he said almost in a whisper, and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

your pulse quickens, and unconsciously your gaze shamelessly drops to his lips; it was a grave mistake. because he had noticed, of course he had noticed.

it made his expression change; he looked hungry, he seemed thirsty, the way he was looking at you.

“careful,” he directs his hand toward your jaw, lifting it slightly with delicacy, “you won’t know how to get out of this.”

"i know what i'm doing" you're lying, you didn't know, not at all.

he let out a short laugh, looking at you in disbelief. you feel a little embarrassed, your cheeks instantly flushing. he brushes his hand against your jaw again, not entirely gently. "you're quite a handful, aren't you?"

but he couldn't bring himself to walk away, or even make you leave once and for all. the truth was, neither of them wanted to leave the other.

he leaned in slowly, and you instinctively closed your eyes as you felt his lips press a wet kiss to yours, occasionally with rough movements, but still delicate and full of lust. your tongues intertwined, him gently sucking on your lower lip. you melted at his touch, his hand still resting on your jaw, alongside his other free hand that occasionally squeezed your hip.

with great difficulty, he separates his lips from yours, leaving a thread of saliva that still keeps them joined. your breathing is still ragged, trying to catch your breath.

rafe was watching you intently, as if he were aware of your every move, wondering if you would run or stay longer.

you clearly had no intention of escaping.

rafe didn't move away completely, his breath constantly mingling with yours, uneven, but his gaze was colder now. more piercing.

"of course," he murmured, almost to himself, "i knew you weren't going to run away."

his thumb barely grazed your lower lip, wiping away the trace he himself had left. "that makes you look worse than I thought." what you said didn't sound like a complaint, it sounded like a warning.

"and you?" you whispered, your chest still rising and falling rapidly, "do you always kiss the girls who come to buy from you?"

a half-smile appeared on his face. "no," he replied, "only those who shouldn't be here for." his hand slowly lowered itself from your face, still maintaining the closeness between you. rafe stayed there, close enough that any movement would bring your bodies together again.

"i told you to leave," he added, more quietly, in a seductive tone of voice, "and here you are."

"you haven't stepped back either." what you said seemed to affect him a little. rafe let out a dry laugh, shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "you don't know what you're getting yourself into," he said again, but now it sounded different. less like a warning, more like something inevitable. his eyes returned to your lips for a second. then two.

"and yet you stay," you say, his hand returning to the wall, trapping you again, but this time a little slower and more deliberately. you notice his biceps, unable to resist the urge to discreetly bite your lower lip.

"the next time you walk through that door," he whispers in your ear, "it won't just be to buy." a shiver runs down your spine; you couldn't help but ask the obvious.

"so what for?" there was a pause, rafe tilted his head towards you, barely touching your cheek with his lips, without kissing you completely yet.

"for me." and this time, when he pulled away, it wasn't abrupt. It was even worse, because he left the space... like a kind of invitation. "i lied a while ago, i really hope to see you again." he moves much closer, a smile barely appearing on his face, despite having his erection pressed against your thighs at that moment, he thought it best to wait.

he winked at you, abruptly turned away to the small table, and scribbled his number on a crumpled piece of paper, gently placing it in your hand. your cheeks flushed, and you finally decided to leave that seedy place. you were looking forward to seeing him again the next day and finishing what you had started.

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

it's not easy to anger rafe... until someone decides to sit on what he considers untouchable.

c/w: pogue!reader. rafe cameron x reader. there's no sex, but let me know if you want a part two.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

there weren't many things rafe truly cherished, but his truck was definitely among them. he always made sure to keep it spotless, without a single scratch to ruin it. his truck stood out among all the parked cars; too well-maintained for the usual chaos of the outer banks.

rafe was leaving the bar, heading towards his truck to drive home. but once he crossed the threshold, he stopped when he saw you calmly leaning against the hood, as if it were a public bench.

you were engrossed in answering a few messages on your phone, completely unaware that you were comfortably leaning against rafe cameron's vehicle. you swung one leg while continuing to look at the screen.

"does that feel comfortable?" he had his arms crossed, his brow furrowed, waiting for a reaction from you.

but he didn't get it. you didn't even bother to look up; you already recognized his irritating voice. you just raised an eyebrow, shifting more on the hood, seeming to be getting more comfortable. "yes," you said indifferently.

"perfect. because it's my car." he was frustrated; he'd had a bad day. the last thing he needed was to find a pogue with her ass in his car.

"ah," rafe was waiting for at least a glance from you, but you just reverted to your curt tone while completely ignoring him, and that seemed to deal a heavy blow to his ego. you yawned a little, smiling slightly as you looked at the messages kiara was sending you.

"i recommend you get out." he was starting to get irritated, watching your every move on top of his vehicle. finally, you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. you turned off your phone, leaving it on the hood. rafe secretly hoped you hadn't left even a scratch. "that sounds more like a threat than a recommendation."

"it's my truck, you'd better not have left any marks on it."

"then you should have parked it better," you paused, crossing your legs. "besides, if i scratch it, your dad will probably be able to buy you another one." you looked at him with a barely perceptible sarcastic smile.

"fuck. are you always this annoying?" he tilted his head, took a few steps closer, this time his hands inside his pockets.

"only when someone believes the world is theirs." you lean slightly in his direction, staring at him intently.

"not the world," he paused, "just my truck." once he saw that his words hadn't gotten you off him, he thought a more serious tone would make you get out. "get out. now."

"make me." you narrow your eyes, challenging him, even though you knew that rafe cameron would make you get down from there with his own hands.

rafe smiled at that. if there was one thing he liked—besides his truck—it was a challenge, especially if you were involved. he moved closer to you, invading your space. his hands rested on the hood, on either side of you.

making it difficult to escape his arms at your sides, you didn't feel intimidated; you seemed to enjoy what was happening.

rafe's eyes lit up, observing every feature of your face, "do you know what bothers me the most?"

"let me guess," you pause, "that I'm not afraid of you?"

"no." he lowers his gaze, then looks back at you, admiring you, "you seem to be having fun."

his words made you think, causing you to look away from his blue eyes. rafe felt it as a victory; he had managed to intimidate you.

"am i wrong?" he searched for your gaze, speaking to you in a seductive tone of voice that he knew couldn't fail you. until, slowly, he leaned close to your ear and whispered: "get your fucking ass off my car."

you groaned lazily, rolling your eyes as you weakly pushed him away. rafe, like you, rolled his eyes, placing both hands on your hips; it took no effort at all for him to push you off in the blink of an eye.

you glared at him, grabbed your phone, and walked away, looking somewhat indignant. rafe couldn't help but smile, watching you leave in annoyance until you were out of sight.

and finally he took the keys out of his pocket, but before opening the door his eyes stopped at the hood. a long scratch ran across the black paint. his jaw tightened. "I'm definitely going to kill her."

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

based on this anonymous request: "you should totally make a strict teacher!reader and dad!rafe. where he falls in love with his child's teacher. Idk if that's your kind of fic, but still." I lost the ask, sorryy 🥹

c/w: rafe cameron x reader. dad!rafe. teacher!reader. rafe falling in love with his child's teacher.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

the classroom was silent at that time of day. sunlight streamed through the blinds in golden lines, crossing the perfectly aligned desks and the immaculate stack of unmarked exams on your desk. you didn't look up when you heard the door open; you already knew who it was.

"mr. cameron," you say calmly, finishing correcting the exam before finally looking up.

rafe cameron occupied the doorway as if it were his own. expensive watch, shirt with rolled-up sleeves, that aroma of wine mixed with expensive cologne that caressed your nose. that indecipherable expression that most mistook for intimidation. most.

rafe entered and closed the door behind him, "miss y/n," he answered you gently, in that low, controlled voice... almost amused.

you gestured to the chair in front of your desk, indicating he could sit down. rafe did so slowly, leaning back slightly in the chair as if this were another room under his control. it wasn't.

you opened your file, without hesitating for a second. "you may ask why I called you," you paused briefly before continuing, "mr. cameron, your son is intelligent," you began, in a professional and firm tone, "but he has difficulties with authority, he doesn't follow the rules."

you noticed how rafe's jaw tensed slightly, he shifted in his chair while listening very attentively to what you had to say about his son.

"your son interrupts his classmates. he's rude, he pushes his classmates, and even when corrected, he refuses to apologize." you spoke firmly, you had no intention of being vague about the matter.

silence fell between them, and it began to weigh heavily. rafe studied you intently, searching for judgment in your face, but found none. only certainty.

"he's just a kid," he finally replied, his voice controlled, but he seemed indifferent. "he just doesn't like to follow the rules. he seems to be a lot like his father." he winked at you while chuckling softly, and you frowned, seeing that he found it amusing.

"i don't care who you are, mr. cameron." your voice made him freeze; for the first time, someone had dared to speak to him like that. "in my classroom, there are rules that must be followed."

your words made him really look at you. this time not as a teacher, but as a challenge.

at that moment, something crossed rafe's face. recognition.

"he'll grow out of it," he'd say, maintaining his indifferent attitude. the thought that his son was beginning to adopt his own father's attitude was starting to gnaw at him, something he feared.

"not without structure." for a moment you stared at him, the air in the classroom began to change to something more tense.

rafe leaned forward, resting his forearms on his legs. "are you saying I'm not giving him structure?" your words seemed to bruise his ego a little; he was confident he was doing a good job raising his son.

"i'm saying he needs consistency and someone he respects, mr. cameron."

rafe's eyes darkened for a second, not from anger... but from something sharper.

an interest he found difficult to hide every time you were in front of him. he couldn't deny that he felt some kind of attraction towards you; every morning, on his way to pick up his son, he tried to arrive as early as possible so he could admire you from afar.

for a couple of seconds, neither of you spoke. then, unexpectedly, he gave a closed-mouthed smile as he looked at you intently. "you know, most teachers get nervous around me."

his words confused you; you blinked rapidly and glanced down at the file resting on the desk, closing it as you tried to remain calm. "i'm afraid I'm not the majority."

the silence that once again reigned in the room wasn't awkward, it was heavy. rafe tilted his head slightly, as if recalculating. "tell me, miss y/n" he paused briefly, "do you always have such a serious expression?" he asked, now in a lighter tone, you even started to think he was actually trying to flirt with you. "or only when you're talking to me?"

you didn't smile, "i have that expression when I talk about behavioral problems."

rafe gave a soft, low laugh that made you shift uncomfortably in your seat; this was starting to get inappropriate, you thought.

"i didn't mean that," he murmured, in an almost seductive tone.

for the first time, something almost imperceptible changed in your posture. it wasn't weakness, it was awareness.

you looked at the clock, which indicated it was almost 4 pm, and turned your gaze one last time towards rafe as you stood up, indicating that the meeting was over.

"in my classroom, mr. cameron," you said as you handed him the report, your fingers barely touching, "respect is not optional."

the contact between his fingers lasted less than a second, but he noticed how quickly you withdrew your hand. you swallowed, trying to hide your nervousness.

rafe finally stood up from his chair. once he was in front of you, you couldn't help but look up. he was very tall compared to you; perhaps you'd never noticed it before because you weren't this close to him. you were both very close, closer than necessary.

rafe lowered his gaze to observe you with his sharp eyes, a sly smile on his face as he noticed how attractive you looked with that red lipstick resting on your full lips.

your breath caught in your throat as you felt his eyes on your lips. you took a step back just enough to restore the distance. "the conference is over, mr. cameron. you may leave."

rafe, for the first time since entering the classroom, didn't have a witty comeback ready for you. he just watched you, not intimidated, not annoyed, just intrigued by you.

he couldn't help but think about the brief moment of tension you'd had less than two minutes earlier. "see you tomorrow, miss y/n"

finally, he crossed through the door to leave, the sound of her footsteps beginning to fade. for a moment, you felt the classroom was different; you lowered your gaze to the spot where your fingers had brushed against each other.

and for reasons you flatly refused to analyze too much...

you exhaled.

the next day, you noticed some changes in his son's attitude. he was friendlier with his classmates, more willing to share his school supplies. you were a little surprised that rafe had really made an effort to raise his son better, and you took it to heart, unable to help but smile.

you glanced at the old clock hanging on the wall; there were about five minutes left until the end of the workday. this made you feel somewhat cheerful; you longed to go home soon. even though you were a depressing spinster, you just wanted to get home and rest.

"okay, kids, that's all for now," you said, finally ending the class. the children grabbed their backpacks and waited outside the classroom for their parents. you were a much-loved teacher, so the children said their goodbyes sweetly.

for a moment you remembered why you loved your job.

once you finished erasing the whiteboard, you caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance. when you focused, you realized it was rafe, who was squatting down, adjusting his son's backpack while smiling sweetly at him, giving him a light squeeze on the cheek and a pat on the shoulder.

a closed-mouth smile appeared on your face, but you froze completely when you saw rafe turn his gaze to you, realizing that you were looking at him with a very adorable smile on your face.

you felt your legs go weak, you blinked rapidly, tearing your gaze away from him to return to the blackboard. you narrowed your eyes in frustration at how silly you looked, seeing a student's father with even a hint of interest.

you heard rafe's footsteps approaching the classroom. he leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed, looking at you with a smile on his face. "good morning, miss y/n."

you turn around, "oh, good morning," you reply, trying to sound cold and curt. It backfired. "your son has behaved wonderfully today. i was impressed that you really took the situation seriously."

"see? you shouldn't underestimate my good-father skills," he said incredulously, placing his hand on his chest as if offended. you just chuckled a little, not too much.

maybe it wasn't so hard to make you laugh, rafe thought. "do you ever relax?"

"sure, after 3pm"

at that moment you made him laugh; you remained firm, but inside you knew perfectly well that you wanted to laugh with him.

"well," he glanced at his watch, "you're in luck." this time the flirting was there; he looked at you again with that gaze that seemed to pierce right through you. rafe lowered his gaze for a moment, as if he were thinking for a moment. "dinner. tonight."

your heart skipped a beat; for the first time in a long time, someone had asked you out. you couldn't deny that you really needed to have some fun.

"that wouldn't be very appropriate." for a moment you barely smiled. rafe didn't have much hope that you would accept, but he was really starting to pray inwardly that you would. he needed you, he really needed you.

"not if you say no." he tilted his head to the side as his eyes traveled from your lips to meet your eyes again, eagerly awaiting your answer.

"7pm. you should come pick me up. it won't be too late because I have to get up early in the morning." you finally add, writing your phone number on a small piece of paper on the desk, acting indifferent knowing that inside you were dying of nerves.

rafe slowly took the paper, scanning you with a dangerous smile. he nodded, and still desperately wanting to rip your uniform off, he left through the door.

although he struggled to maintain his sanity when it came to you, he would know it would be worth it when he had you under his control.

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

a jj maybank one shot

c/w: jj maybank x reader. p in v. kook!reader. unprotected sex. gently sex. mention of open wounds. jj being protective.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

you heard the clinking of glasses, perfect laughter in the background mingling with the soft ambient music. you pulled your dress down a little, the same dress your mother had given you to make it seem like you belonged there. maybe you didn't like attending kooks' events, but you couldn't deny that it was beautifully decorated. lights strung from the pier all the way down to the garden.

you were among the crowd, talking to certain people your mother had been introducing you to. you found it easy to fake a smile, though you never abandoned your manners.

the conversation wasn't very entertaining; you just nodded, feigning interest. waiting for something to happen so you could finally leave.

it seemed as if the universe was on your side, because there you saw him.

just a few meters away from you. white shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie askew, tray in hand. serving drinks to the same people who crossed the street just to avoid looking at him.

his eyes met yours; he didn't seem surprised to find you there, perhaps even a little embarrassed that you were looking at him in his waiter's uniform. you just smiled slightly as you gestured for him to help, and he understood perfectly. he smiled back and walked straight toward you.

"champagne?" you chuckled inwardly at his professionalism, a rare quality from jj maybank. "oh, excuse me, miss, your father is looking for you. he said it's urgent."

you couldn't believe how seriously he said it; he seemed very convincing. "oh, really?" you glanced around, looking for him. "excuse me, we'll continue this conversation another time," you said with a sweet smile. the elderly man simply nodded without hesitation.

jj extended his hand to guide you to where your supposed father was looking for you. you took his hand and walked laughing until you were away from the crowd, but close to the place.

"i almost didn't recognize you," you say, laughing and pointing at his suit. you didn't realize he still hadn't let go of your hand.

"i can say the same." you noticed how his gaze shifted to your outfit, but you know that more than a simple glance, it was a characteristic flirtation of his.

"i had no idea you worked here."

"it's recent," he laughs, giving you a warm look. you were eager to talk to him for the rest of the event, but jj had to get back to work. in the distance, you could hear his superior calling him, sounding somewhat furious.

he muttered some kind of insult, sighed, and gave you one last smile. you laughed. "i'll be right back, okay?"

"relax, go."

he slowly let go of your hand as he walked back toward the crowd. you glanced down at your feet, feeling a little bored. you had to get back to the show before your parents realized you weren't socializing with people who could help you make useful connections.

you took a couple of steps until a very familiar voice behind you stopped you. when you turned around, you only confirmed that it was the person you least wanted to see.

"are you having fun?"

"actually, yes, I was until you showed up." you gave an incredulous smile, crossing your arms.

rafe laughed; he seemed amused to see how his presence had a negative effect on you. he liked it.

"don't you ever get tired of hanging out with guys who have nothing?" he sipped from his glass, looking you up and down with an air of superiority.

"and don't you get tired of talking without being asked?" a waiter was passing by you with glasses of champagne, you took one and then drank from it while you didn't take your scathing gaze off rafe.

"i'm just saying you can aim for something better." you hated his self-centered smile that he always had when you talked.

"something better, like what?" jj was walking towards you; he could clearly hear what you'd been saying the last few minutes. he wasn't going to let it go if he knew you were with rafe.

rafe complained, never taking his eyes off you, but he rolled them when he heard jj's voice; he found it irritating. "i'm not talking to you, maybank."

"well, I doubt she seems very interested in talking to you."

"see?" he paused, "this is what I'm telling you, you don't need anyone to speak for you." rafe continued talking to you as if jj wasn't present.

"you don't need to decide who i talk to." you turned your gaze away in annoyance; their absurd argument was starting to irritate you, and you sensed that something was about to happen.

the atmosphere was starting to get tense.

"sure, you still pretend to be a pogue," rafe says with a sarcastic laugh.

people passing by began to notice that something bad was about to happen where you were.

"repeat that."

jj bit the inside of his cheek; you noticed he was starting to clench his fist tightly. as if he were holding back all the anger and the urge to smash his face in.

"shut up already," you say, stepping between them. you place your hands on jj's chest, trying to pull him to the center of the party. his jaw tightens, he gives you one last look, battling the inner demons that whisper in his ear, urging him to do what he most desires in this moment. but finally, he gives in. he only does it for you.

"is everything alright here?" a security guard approached the three of them.

"everything's fine, officer." you gave a polite smile, trying not to make a fuss over something so silly.

rafe continued leaning against the pillar, indifferent. he seemed to be waiting for the perfect moment to provoke jj. "relax, maybank. we all know that when she has to choose... she's not going to choose you." he smiled again, laughing with his friends. what he said was enough to make people start turning to see what was happening.

his words were pure dynamite for jj; you didn't know the exact moment he slipped out of your grasp. his knuckles slammed into rafe's nose, and you heard screams from the people around you. just one blow was enough to leave rafe with trickles of blood running from his nose to his lips. i think what angered him most was the fact that he kept smiling.

the officer quickly made his way back to jj, grabbing him roughly. "after all, who wants to be at this shitty party?" jj exclaimed, laughing, as if he hadn't done enough already, people at the event murmured. the officer dragged him out of the club, shoving him forcefully off the property.

"don't you dare set foot in this place again." were the last words the officer said before finally slamming the door in their faces.

then they fell into complete silence, your hands at your sides, frowning at him. he knew you were upset and gave you a nervous smile. he seemed oblivious to the seriousness of the situation. "he deserved it."

"you're an idiot," you said, giving him a light tap on the shoulder. "can't you see he was just doing it to provoke you? because of that, you're going to get fired, genius."

"maybe so," jj didn't really care that much about his job, or the fact that it was hard to get a decent one. he cared more about you than anything else. "but i don't regret it in the slightest."

you turned your gaze; your instinct made you want to look at his knuckles, to check if he was hurt.

"jj, you're bleeding." you took his hand to look closer; his knuckles were swollen, dried blood was visible around them, and there were cuts that stung every time he closed his hand. "come on, follow me."

they both walked until they reached the shore, spotted a couple of logs on the sand, and it seemed like the perfect place to sit for a while. you saw the full moon above you, reflected in the sea. they both reached the spot and sat down on one of the logs. you took a silk handkerchief from your bag and carefully wiped the blood from his knuckles, pressing lightly to stop the bleeding. jj had his hand resting on your thigh, admiring how gently you were tending to him.

once you finished, you looked up, meeting his gaze. jj had a sweet smile on his face; his expression seemed to soften compared to a moment ago.

"i hope you don't do something like that again. you barely paid the bail, you need to stay out of trouble, jay." you weren't frowning anymore, but this time he understood you were right. he couldn't stay away from you again.

"i'm sorry." he looked at you tenderly, and you nodded gently. you were both very close, and instinctively your eyes traveled from his lips to his eyes. jj did the same, only he was a little faster.

he cupped your cheeks in his hands, pulling you closer and placing a slow kiss on your lips. there were no sudden movements, just him gently kissing you. your heart skipped a beat; jj didn't seem to be planning on pulling away, but you were starting to run out of breath. you separated slowly, leaving only a few inches between you. your noses touched, your breath coming in short gasps. you placed a couple of quick kisses on his lips, and jj melted at how adorable you were.

his hands slid down to your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze as jj continued to beg for a few kisses. suddenly, you straddled him, placing one leg on each side, straddling his lap, your lips never leaving his. jj stroked your back delicately, occasionally pulling you closer.

you didn't know exactly when the intensity started to rise. what had been tender kisses gradually transformed into kisses filled with desperation and desire. your hands were on his shoulders, occasionally toying with his tie. your hips began to move back and forth. jj's pants were starting to feel tight; he was breathless, hungry.

there was nothing in his mediocre life he desired more than to finally fuck you. he barely left your lips to explore another place, leaving wet kisses all over your neck.

he caressed your bottom beneath your white dress, leaving your neck for a moment to give you one last pleading look; his eyes spoke louder than words. you nodded slowly, and that was all he needed to devour your lips once more.

he clumsily removed your panties, and once you were exposed, he gently caressed you, never quite reaching your intimate area. you trembled under his touch, exploring every part with his fingers, and you let out soft gasps near his ear. finally, he dared to touch that erogenous zone, noticing how wet you already were. he let out a soft, husky laugh at how adorable you seemed.

he made circles with his thumb on your clit, playing with you for a couple of minutes.

you felt his erect dick against your thigh with every moan you let out near his ear. once he checked with his fingers that you were sufficiently lubricated, he unbuttoned his pants to take it off, masturbated for a few seconds, and then proceeded to align it at your entrance. you climbed on top of him slightly, took a breath, and finally slid down onto his cock.

jj felt your walls tighten around him and kissed you fiercely to silence your moans. once you got used to his size, you started moving up and down; this time you didn't care about the pain.

all you could hear was the sound of their bodies colliding. jj might be sweet, but he wasn't the kind of guy who did it that way. he fucked you roughly, making sure his dick hit deep inside you. he held your ass so you could keep bouncing more easily, your clit slapping against his skin, creating a perfect combination with the way he thrust into you.

you felt a warm liquid coursing through you, and for a moment you felt as if you were about to touch the full moon above you. you arched your back, threw your head back, letting yourself completely melt away as you had your best orgasm.

even though jj had come inside you, the thought of stopping didn't cross your mind until you were completely satisfied. you kept bouncing on top of him, running your hands through your hair as you began to feel the heat.

another orgasm approached, leaving a complete mess in jay's black pants. your hips began to ache slightly, so you took a deep breath and placed your hands around his neck, gazing deeply into his eyes and pressing another kiss to his lips as he withdrew from you.

"i'm still mad, okay?" you murmured weakly against his ear, a short laugh escaping him.

"sure." jj laughed with you as he placed one last kiss on your cheek.

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

c/w: rafe cameron x pogue!reader. just rafe bothering you.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

the waves were perfect that afternoon. not soft, not gentle — perfect. they were the kind of waves that made everyone forget who was a kook and who was a pogue.

everyone except him.

because rafe cameron never forgot anything — and especially not you.

you were getting out of the twinkie with the pogues, your best friends. you grabbed your board and hurried toward the shore, leaving them behind. you truly loved the beach more than anything, and you were dying to have a relaxing afternoon surfing a few magnificent waves.

but your day was ruined the moment you noticed the kooks gathered on one side of the beach. your eyes immediately landed on rafe cameron.

he was barefoot, tanned, shirtless — watching you with that mocking smile, as if he had already decided he was going to make your life impossible and ruin your afternoon.

“great. of all the beaches in outer banks, they had to pick this one,” jj muttered behind you.

the same beach where the kooks think they own the ocean.

where he’s always at.

it shouldn’t matter.

you shouldn’t look at him.

you shouldn’t feel that strange knot in your stomach every time rafe cameron looks at you like he’s deciding whether to push you under — or kiss you.

because deep down, you knew something was happening between the two of you that you refused to accept.

and even so, you walked straight into the water. because pride weighs more than fear.

you could feel his stare, like the sun burned differently with every wave you rode perfectly. but you couldn’t relax knowing he hadn’t stopped watching you for a single second.

minutes passed. your arms and legs started to ache, so you decided to head out and catch your breath. your board was tucked under your arm, hair wet, sand everywhere.

you didn’t notice rafe approaching you dangerously.

“you know you could drown in waves like that?” he said with a smile, taking a sip of his beer.

you stopped and turned around, giving him a sarcastic smile.

“are you worried?”

he stepped closer again. not enough to touch you — but enough to invade your space.

“the waves today aren’t for just anyone,” he said, crossing his arms with that air of superiority.

“oh, then maybe you should leave.”

his jaw tightened, and for a second you saw something dangerous in his eyes.

not anger.

something worse.

interest.

he pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek before turning to grab his board.

you both entered the water at the same time. you didn’t know if it was competition. Instinct. or something else.

despite the soreness in your body, you took it as a challenge. but it was a mistake. a strong wave knocked you off balance. your board spun, and you lost control, swallowing salty water.

when you lifted your head, rafe’s hand was gripping your arm. firm. too firm.

“i warned you.”

he didn’t seem willing to let you go. his chest was against your back. the ocean roared around you, but all you could hear was his breathing.

“i don’t need you to save me.”

“i’m not saving you,” he said, his low voice making you shiver. “i just don’t want you dying on my beach.”

there it was again.

the kook. the cameron. the self-proclaimed owner of every beach in outer banks.

you turned around, and this time he was too close. the water hit you both again, your boards colliding.

“what would you do if I drowned?” you whispered.

his eyes dropped to your mouth before meeting your gaze again.

“don’t provoke me.”

you did anyway.

you didn’t know if it was pride, or the way rafe looked at you like he was about to break you or kiss you.

“or what?”

that was the last smart thing you said. because his hand moved to your neck. not squeezing. but holding. dominating.

he pulled you toward him and crashed his lips onto yours. it wasn’t soft. it definitely wasn’t sweet. it was salty. impulsive.

like a wave that doesn’t ask for permission. his free hand slid to your waist beneath the water, gripping you tightly again. for a moment, you forgot who he really was. you completely forgot who you were.

when your lungs began to burn, you slowly pulled apart. your breathing was uneven, your hands resting on his shoulders, almost holding him — as if you were afraid of drowning even though you knew how to swim.

“don’t confuse this.”

despite saying that, he seemed incapable of letting you go. he had no intention of doing so. not now.

the problem was never the hate.

you were just afraid that one day, he might stop looking at you the way he is now.

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

a jj maybank one ahot

c/w: jj maybank x reader. p in v. kook!reader. unprotected sex. gently sex. mention of open wounds. jj being the sweetest and most sensitive guy when it comes to you.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

You were sitting on your bed, with your legs crossed while you waited for your nail polish to dry completely, music was playing softly from your cell phone. Nothing epic. Nothing dangerous. Just you, your room, and that rare calm that rarely lasted too long on the Outer Banks.

Just when you were going to blow your nails, you heard a noise. It seemed to come from outside, it was a soft knock against the window frame. Then another.

You frowned, turning your head just in time to see the window slide up awkwardly, and just when you thought you were finally having a normal day; he appeared. JJ, entering through your window as if it were the most common thing.

As if he wasn't invading your personal space or completely breaking the tranquility of the night. "JJ?" You whispered, standing up abruptly, “What are you doing here?” He didn't respond right away, he fell into your room with very clumsy movements, leaning against the wall for a second.

It was there where you saw him most clearly, his knuckles were full of dried blood, his shirt was torn, and his lower lip had a scratch that continued to shed some blood.

Your carpet was dyed red but you didn't really care. JJ smiled weakly at you with that strange glow he only had when something had gone wrong. "Hey..." he said, with a half smile that fooled no one. "Peaceful. I just needed a safe place" that didn't calm you down at all, you quickly went to him so you could see him closer, your hand on his shoulder, you seemed very worried. "JJ, you're bleeding" your hand went to his chin, seeing the open wound on his lip.

"What? This?" He pointed to his lip, looked at you in disbelief and smiled again as if nothing had happened. "It's nothing, it's just a scratch." you grimaced, and gave him a withering look. It was typical of him to minimize everything that happened to him. "Sit down. Now." you commanded him firmly, as if he were an obedient dog, he went to the edge of your bed. You immediately went looking for an emergency kit that you had in one of your drawers on the nightstand. You left it on the bed. JJ positioned himself in front of you, raising his head slightly to give you better access.

"Don't move," you said, before putting some alcohol on a gauze pad. He nodded barely. When you looked up, you took a closer look at the cut on his lower lip, slightly swollen, still red. You took the gauze and wet it carefully, bringing it closer slowly. JJ grumbled, you lightly punched his sore shoulder. "I told you not to move." Your fingers brushed his chin to hold his face and prevent any kind of movement. You felt JJ hold his breath. You wiped his lip with slow, precise movements, trying not to think about how close his mouth was to you.

Once the wound was healed, you threw the gauze into the trash can, you moved the emergency kit to the side of the bed so you could sit next to JJ and look at him with a pleading look. "Will you tell me what happened to you?" You sounded serious, JJ looked down at some point on the ground, he seemed to want to avoid your demanding gaze.

Although he liked how you cared about him, he didn't know how to tell you that it was his father who hit him. "Okay, don't say it. But at least tell me you'll be okay" your hand went to his shoulder, giving him a soft caress that somehow comforted him.

"I'm perfectly fine now," he gave you a very tender closed-mouth smile, although you could notice how his eyes began to glaze over. JJ wouldn't be this sensitive if it was about some Kook issue, that led you to think that maybe it was about his father and how violent he could be with his own son.

You felt your heart crumple, you really didn't like JJ being hurt in any way at all. That's when you moved closer to him so you could give him a comforting hug, your arms were over his shoulders, wrapping him in a warm hug. Gently caressing his back, your fingers tangled in his blonde hair.

You took him by surprise, in a couple of seconds he hugged you back. He wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he held back the urge to cry on your shoulder. He finally realized that there was no person on earth who knew him as well as you did.

It was getting harder and harder for him to cry, so he couldn't hold back any longer and began to sob into your shoulder, his cheeks shining with his tears. "It's okay... It's okay, sweetheart" you said with a sweet and low tone, holding him closer to you. Once he stopped crying, he separated from you a little, but both of you continued without breaking the physical contact of the hug. For a moment, you looked at him deeply, the silence causing some kind of tension to build between the two of you.

He looked at you with his eyes still crystalline, but curling his lips in a somewhat weak smile, for a moment his eyes traveled towards your lips, and involuntarily; Yours did the same.

In the blink of an eye, JJ was placing a soft and delicate kiss on yours. The kiss was without any sudden movement, it was slow and lasting. You felt butterflies in your stomach, you gave a small moan as you felt the blonde's hands gently squeeze your hips. JJ was so mesmerized by you that he forgot the fact that his lip was busted, your lips made him forget about the slight burning.

The lack of breathing forced you both to separate, your nose touching his, your chest rising up and down just like JJ's. For a moment you couldn't believe what had happened. You had just kissed your best friend and you knew that there would be consequences for you. But to be honest, it was the last thing you cared about at that moment.

They were both silent, but there was no need to speak. JJ squeezed your waist again to pull you towards him, you knew perfectly well where JJ wanted to position you, so without further ado; You slowly climbed onto his lap, your hands on his cheeks as you went back to what you were doing a moment ago. The kiss followed the same rhythm as before, only now your tongue went further. JJ ran one of his free hands up inside your pajama shirt, caressing your back a little as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

From one moment to the next, your shirt was delicately removed, revealing your tits. He admired them for a second, while one of his hands went towards one of them to caress it gently, giving small circles on one of your nipples that made you shiver. All this without stopping to kiss you with a little urgency this time. His erection was starting to grow bigger and bigger, you could clearly feel it in your shorts. His white shirt with holes was removed by you, your hands went down from his cheeks to his bare chest, you touched his defined abdomen without any shame. "Can?" he said, between small gasps and heavy breathing. He wanted to take off your shorts.

You nodded somewhat shyly, giving him a warm smile that gave JJ a lot of confidence. Your shorts were removed, while the blonde unbuttoned his pants, freeing his throbbing dick. Before he could put it inside you, one of his fingers went down to your intimacy, sliding one so he could prepare you well. You moaned uncontrollably, you tried to drown out those moans by kissing his mouth. Once JJ had you wet and lubricated enough; He proceeded to line up his dick in your pussy.

Slowly you sank on top of him, your walls contracting around JJ, making him shudder completely. Already being used to his large size, you began to move up and down slowly, you felt his dick hitting your insides deeply. JJ kept his hands on your hips to help you move without so much effort, once you both felt your orgasm approaching; He accelerated each thrust, until you finally felt a hot liquid running through your insides. You were not far behind, your fluids merged with his.

The sheets were a little stained, JJ pulled out of you slowly, you let out silent moans in his ear as he pulled out. Between heavy breaths, JJ placed an adorable kiss on your cheek, with his hand he held your chin, leaving several kisses on every inch of your face; cheek, nose, mouth, forehead and even left one last one on your neck. You laughed a little at the tickling it caused you, and finally you both lay down on the bed, JJ put the blanket over you to protect you from the cold. "I love you" was the last thing he said before laying down next to you to wait for you to fall asleep.

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

˚　🐇　⸝ vxstrid's masterlist !

— rafe cameron.

"between thunder and bad decisions"

"where rafe teaches u to play billiards"

"rafe's pet"

"an afternoon at his beach"

"parent-teacher conference"

"dealer!rafe"

— jj maybank.

"his safe place"

"bloody knuckles"

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

c/w: smut. dirty talking. oral sex (m!receiving) unprotected sex. p in v. creampie, intentional lowercase, rafe cameron x reader, humiliation.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

"come, kneel and serve me as what you are, my pet." rafe carried an air of superiority, you were already at his knees, serving him and obeying each of his orders without any complaints in between. as desperate as you were, you grabbed the zipper of his dress pants, lowering the zipper until you could touch rafe's growing erection, which was throbbing, longing to be sucked by you. and maybe beyond your oral cavity.

"babe, i'm going to treat you so badly when i'm finally inside you, i'm going to torture you like you have no idea, i'm going to use you as I please without caring if you need me to stop, do you hear me?" rafe tangled his long fingers through your raven hair, seeing you so focused on sucking every part of him, a soft arrogant laugh escaped his lips. "you're so pathetic."

the only thing that could be heard in that room were rafe's grunts, and the exquisite sound of each suck of yours against his hard erection that barely fit completely into your throat. a few drops of precum stood out from the corners of your lips, until they slid down and reached your neck, giving you a fucking attractive and desirable appearance in the eyes of your boyfriend.

"i like it that way. so pretty." her tone of voice was somewhat hoarse, her lower lip was bitten, thus holding back her moans. "believe me, from now on i won't hold back, i won't."

"it doesn't have to hold you back, rafe" you spoke with difficulty, you were totally agitated but you didn't want or plan to stop.

rafe finally released himself into his pretty girl's mouth, just those words were enough to make him cum all over your throat.

you sucked every particle of semen that was on his member, rafe panted uncontrollably as he felt the heat of his little girl's mouth enveloping his cock.

"good girl" he again guided his hands to your hair, ruffling it a little with a wide smile on his face as he saw how you ran your tongue everywhere, making sure that not a drop of his elixir was left.

"to bed, now." he gently grabbed your chin, gently lifting you off the floor and then positioning you on the bed. "undress for me, and let me watch your beautiful face begging me for more."

you nodded, and did everything your boyfriend ordered. you slowly removed your clothes, starting with your low-cut shirt and ending with your pink lace underwear, you went to the center of the bed completely naked.

rafe approached you dangerously, pulling your arm so that in the blink of an eye he would find himself desperately devouring your lips. he kept his hand on your hips, sliding his other free hand all over your slender, naked body.

"rafe...please don't keep me waiting." you speak with a soft and somewhat desperate tone of voice.

"are you that desperate, sweetheart?" the words you whispered seemed to set him off, this time his kisses became more aggressive, while you pressed your body against the opponent's.

you seemed delirious as you felt it all over your abdomen, it only caused you to become even more desperate. rafe seemed to be losing control of his desires, his hands were on every inch of you. he seemed like a beast that just couldn't contain his need for you.

the kiss on their lips filled them with desire, their eyes lit up and their skin burned, they were overwhelmed by need.

it was then that he spread your legs aggressively, lining up his dick at your slippery entrance. fucking you like his life depended on it, you were completely used to rafe not treating you delicately, it was always the opposite. out of habit, you began to like this rough way in which only he could take you. you felt like you were melting with every deep thrust he gave inside you without any mercy, you held on to the sheets tightly, you felt like every point inside you was forming a knot that begged to be released. and so it was.

they both left the bed in a complete mess, threads of semen combined with your fluids painted the sheets pink. "second round, what do you say?"

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

c/w: fingering. creampie. noncon. forced. smut. rafe cameron x reader. pogue!reader. strangulation. choking. unprotected sex. p in v. ⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

The storm had started without warning, as if the sky knew exactly how to completely ruin your night. You were now in the Cameron house, and not by choice. It was a small favor you were doing for your friend Sarah, taking care of her little sister Wheezie while the storm passes. And even though you didn't like the idea of ​​being a babysitter, you enjoyed spending time with Wheezie.

They were both in the living room, she was sitting on a cushion while she enthusiastically brought board games to play together for a long time. The hours passed and with it, the storm intensified more and more. You were slowly closing the door to Wheezie's room, avoiding making any noise that could wake her up, she was fast asleep even though it was difficult for you to get her to fall asleep because of the loud noise. Roar of thunder.

When you went down the stairs you could feel that you were not entirely alone, you looked up and could see Rafe leaning against the door frame, with his characteristic mocking smile. "What the hell are you doing here?" He said, crossing his arms, seeing you with clear confusion and that look that burned your skin.

"I've only come to take care of Wheez while the storm passes, I'm not looking for trouble" you lowered your gaze, feeling intimidated by his presence and air of superiority. You wanted to ignore him, continuing on your way and completely turning your back on him.

"A Pogue is not welcome here" I didn't really take what he said, I just wanted to go to the couch and be able to sleep peacefully until the storm passed and then finally leave. Although it would be impossible to get sleepy being on the same roof as Rafe Cameron.

"Don't you dare turn your back on me. I'm talking to you" his words made you stop walking towards the living room, so you just turned around so you could barely stare at him. "Are you done?" you responded, trying to stay calm as the rain hit the windows.

"I'm not done, stop ignoring me like you do most of the time" his voice was low but firm, it made your chest quicken, although it was something you didn't want to admit.

"I'm not ignoring you, I'm just... passing by here without looking for any kind of problem." you said, trying to sound indifferent, although you noticed how his gaze on you didn't let you breathe.

"Without looking for trouble?" He let out a sarcastic laugh, as he took a few steps closer in front of you. For a moment you noticed how tall he was. "You can't even walk into my house without something happening, right?"

"Maybe... but I didn't ask to be here." You answered, feeling a strange heat run through your back. "Hmph." He paused, taking a step closer to you, now the difference in both heights was very evident. "So a Pogue... taking care of my little sister, and on top of that... without permission."

"I already told you, it's just a favor. This wouldn't happen if you were more responsible." You answer firmly, you wanted him to shut up, for the tension to disappear, but it was impossible.

"You should be careful how you talk to me." He leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms and leaving you trapped in his gaze. "The thing is... I don't like you being here. But somehow I can't stop looking at you either." A heavy silence fell between you. Every thunder, every hit of rain, made his proximity feel even more intense, there was no escape, and you knew it.

"And that's your way of threatening me?" you asked in disbelief, trying to stay calm, although your stuttering betrayed how nervous his closeness made you.

He had you completely cornered, behind you you only had a table with family photos, your hands rested on the table to prevent you from stumbling awkwardly.

"Who said threat?" His mocking smile appeared again, but this time closer, much more dangerous than before. "I just want to remind you that I'm in control here." He said those words in a small but very clear whisper, his breath against your skin made you shiver, his nose brushed your ear for a moment. He moved dangerously closer to you, his large hands grabbing your forearm to pull you towards him. Rafe wasn't one to calculate his strength, so his fingertips were probably going to leave noticeable bruises on your sensitive skin.

"Rafe, you hurt me" you placed your tiny hands on his chest to push him away, but he seemed determined to stay buried in your neck, smelling your scent and caressing your skin with his nose. "Stop." You made a couple of complaints but he didn't seem to care at all, he was already leaving a trail of wet kisses all over your neck, he would definitely leave a hickey or two.

"Come on, I know you want it even more than I do" this time his hands traveled to your hips to pull your body against his, both your breathing and his were completely agitated and out of control. You could feel his hard dick rubbing against the fabric of your short shorts, you were already completely against the table behind you, you could even hear a family portrait fall to the floor but you didn't take enough notice of it.

Soft moans escaped your mouth, Rafe could hear them clearly and to him it was just like a favorite melody of his. His hands touched your tits with some delicacy over the fabric of your shirt. Now Rafe wanted to go even further with you, so with one of his free hands—taking advantage of the fact that you weren't trying to escape his grip—he chose to roughly grab your chin and place a wild kiss that wasa matter of seconds so you could reciprocate.

He ate your mouth as if it depended on it, his tongue fused with yours, and in an instant he bit your lower lip gently. Your stomach was spinning, your breathing was completely accelerated and your heart was racing as his touch intensified more and more.

"Don't make noise, okay?" was the last thing he said and then turned you around abruptly, his cock touching your butt.

Something inside you was surprised to notice how Rafe was so rough and indelicate with you, his hands were tearing off your shorts, leaving them down to your heels. He seemed to be looking at you from behind, he could see how you were dripping, since your underwear was a complete disaster. "I've barely even touched you" you heard a mocking laugh from behind, you blushed and bit your lower lip a little in embarrassment.

"Please stop. It's a bad idea" one of your hands went to his, which was caressing your butt. It was difficult to get him off of you, he ignored you completely.

One of his fingers traveled to the wettest part of your interior, he caressed your pussy with the tips of his fingers over the lace fabric. He slowly lowered your panties so he could have full skin-to-skin contact. Your back was against his chest, you arched and gave silent moans which made his cock become more erect than it already was. Your hand went to his, with which he made small circles on your most sensitive and needy point, you dug your nails into his skin, the cold of his gold ring made you shiver.

After spending a couple of minutes preparing for him, playing with you and introducing his fingers with zero delicacy, he decided that it was time to introduce something else.

You heard him take off his belt and unzip his pants, you gulped for what was to come. It was there that you felt his cock playing with your sore clitoris, his free hand went to your neck, strangling you a little until breathing became difficult. Without warning, he sank into you completely, and he wasn't gentle at all.

Small tears adorned your cheeks, you let out a couple of moans combined with moans of pleasure as his thrusts became faster, more intense.

Rafe kissed the back of your neck, grunts escaped his mouth, he exclaimed the dirtiest things in your ear. You, even though you couldn't breathe clearly because of his hand wrapping around your neck like a necklace, bit your lower lip to avoid making noise and waking up his little sister.

Rafe hit your insides in a rough and uncontrolled way, his other hand never stopped touching your clitoris, hitting it a little and gently caressing it from time to time. As his dick touched that erogenous spot inside you, you could feel a knot forming in your belly, letting you know that your orgasm was approaching.

Your legs began to weaken, and you began to spasm from every time Rafe hit your insides mercilessly. Seeing you trembling under his touch, he understood that you were about to have an orgasm, just like him. He increased the pace, going even faster, his balls crashing into you, making his moans combine with the sound of their skin slapping together.

Rafe felt your walls contract, squeezing his cock around him, this only caused his hot liquid to spread throughout your insides, despite both of you having had an orgasm, he didn't seem determined to stop.

The overstimulation made holding back your moans in vain, Rafe quickly stopped strangling you to put his hand over your mouth, stopping you from moaning loudly. And once again, another orgasm from you hugging his cock.

Rafe seemed satisfied, but it took him a couple of seconds to slowly come out inside you, admiring his fluids trickling down your pussy until they reached your thighs. He let out a mocking laugh again, pulling up his pants and then giving you a seductive look, seeing that you could barely stand up. "Not bad for a Pogue." That was the last thing he said before leaving the room.

©vxstrid(m)

[rafeownsme]

a rafe cameron one shot

c/w: NSFW, rafexreader, oral sex (f!receiving) intentional lowercase, +18, kook!reader.

⚠︎ english is not my first language so pls keep that in mind

rafe wanted to teach you how to play billiards, since it was a game he really enjoyed, and he thought it would be fun to teach you. you were slightly bent over, about to start, clearly in a bad position, and rafe didn't take long to correct your posture.

he slowly and stealthily positioned himself behind you, one of his hands sliding down to your hips, and then he placed his hand on yours to show you how to do it correctly.

blood rushed to your cheeks, turning them an adorable red from the nervousness his closeness caused. involuntarily, you moved your hips until they brushed against his sensitive area.

he smiled gently, seeing your intention to tease him a little and play with his fragile sense of reason. if there was one thing he liked, it was when you played with him like that. he lightly moved his hands up to your abdomen, slipping them inside your wool sweater. you felt the coolness of his fingers trace your skin. his face buried itself in your neck, leaving light hickeys.

"I think I want to play something else with you," he said. his rough voice tickled the skin of your neck, making a soft moan escape your lips.

you didn't really know how a game of pool had ended up like this. this time, you were on the pool table, with rafe between your delicate, slender legs.

despite appearing rough and dominant, he treated you with all the gentleness he could muster, as if you were a delicate glass doll, afraid of corrupting you or hurting you in any way.

his hands rested on your waist, kissing you wildly as you writhed with each wet kiss he gave you. rafe trailed kisses down your body, from your neck to your abdomen. you were wearing a short skirt, so it was easy for him to have complete access to you.

you trembled under his touch, spasming each time he kissed the skin of your thighs, his fingers caressing you through the thin fabric of your panties. as he did this, he glanced at you from time to time, just to admire the way your eyes twisted.

your panties were slowly removed, until you were finally completely exposed to him. he placed small, wet kisses on you, still not touching that sensitive area you so longed to have devoured. your breathing grew more and more rapid, until you were whispering soft pleas.

he chuckled softly, and you felt a shiver run through you as his breath touched your skin. he gave you one last look and then moved closer and closer to your erogenous zone. he licked, sucked, and teased you while placing the occasional small kiss on your lips.

after a couple of minutes, he stopped. you felt desperate, wanting even more, and let out a small moan so he could hear it, a sign that you didn't want him to stop for even a second.

but rafe was just preparing you to insert one of his fingers inside you.

they slid inside you easily; you were already wet enough to receive him without any problem. he moved his fingers in and out of you again and again, without stopping. rafe could feel every one of your fluids sliding over his long fingers, his thumb tapping gently against your clitoris. he immediately moved up your body until he reached your lips, clearly not pausing for a second with his fingers inside you.

for you, it was one of the perfect combinations he could have created. you muffled your moans with his kisses that drove you completely wild. with each kiss, you felt a knot forming in your stomach and a wave of pleasure engulfing you.

as if that weren't enough, rafe sped up even more. your skin felt like it was on fire, and that's when you realized you were about to have one of the best orgasms of your life. your hand traveled to his, which was moving rapidly inside you. you caressed his arm as you dug your nails into his skin. a cry escaped your lips as you felt a squirt spray everywhere.

your heart pounded, sweat trickled down your forehead, and some of your makeup faded with your small tears of pleasure.

rafe placed one last small kiss on your cheek, his fingers slowly withdrawing but continuing to caress that spot, "you don't think it ends here, do you?".

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