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Masterlist:
The Watcher: Stalker!Rafe x Pogue!Reader (Part One, Part Two, Part Three...)
Private Session: Stripper!Reader x obsessive!Rafe (Part One, Part Two , Part Three)
Bsf!Rafe gets jealous: Innocent!Reader x Possessive!Rafe
you can read the rest if you wanna know more about me !!
Hello!! I'm Kat, or Kay, whatever you wanna call me. I'm literally just a girl. I am a freakkkk. I do be a bit of a stoner y'all, and I usually am high when I write, so if I make a mistake, I'm blaming that. I'm from the United States (unfortunately) and I only speak English. This is a safe place; I am always here if anyone wants to talk. I do not discriminate; I do not spread hate. I do not and will not tolerate hate or unkind behavior towards me or others here on my blog. Like seriously guys I have bad anxiety, so please be nice and don't make it harder for me.
This is pretty much solely for Outer Banks, Rafe Cameron to be more specific. But, feel free to talk to me about other things!
Other things I'm interested in/passionate about: Taylor Swift, 21 Savage, veterinary medicine, Breaking Bad, Better Call Saul, The Walking Dead, 13 Reasons Why, Supernatural, Jurassic Park/World, Harry Potter, The Maze Runner, The Hunger Games, comedy movies (Seth Rogen & James Franco), Dexter, etc. I love cold weather, books, and cats. Music is life and I listen to a little bit of everything so feel free to send songs.
I AM a student, so just keep in mind that I may be inactive because Iâm in CLASS or doing work; because I will prioritize that over tumblr (well, i try). Other times Iâm inactive because I am sleeping, or because Iâm busy with LIFE. I am not tied to my tumblr and blog. Iâve had only positive experiences here so far, but I know that fanfic writers are often mistreated by readers, but guys we are all just people.
If you want me to hurry up and publish new work, don't tell me that, just interact with my blog and compliment my writing and that will motivate me more than anything else ever could. Also ASK AND REQUEST PLEASEEE!! I really enjoy and appreciate new ideas and feedback from other people's brains. I also appreciate constructive criticism. Don't be mean about it, but if you dislike or disagree with something, tell me politely. I like hearing feedback and am always working on improving my writing.
Seriously y'all, please please PLEASE do NOT be hateful. Do that on your own time, not here. I will not tolerate unnecessary attitude and hate. I believe in forgiveness, and I know that mistakes and misunderstandings happen. I will treat anyone and everyone with kindness and respect unless I have reason not to (really hoping I don't).
Who do I write for? I only write for Rafe Cameron. However, I'm not opposed to writing a little or sharing thoughts about other Outer Banks Characters!
What do I write? I will write literally almost anything. Thereâs no such thing as too much for me, so request away please. ------ As for darker topics, I will write them. Actually, a large portion of my work will include darker topics/themes/kinks, etc. I will write sensitive subjects too. But just because I live for that shit, doesn't mean everyone else does so I'll do my best to include warnings on all my work for any content that might potentially be triggering for others.
(Small warning: mentions of my mental struggles and self-destructive habits) I've always struggled mentally. I've always felt as though the way my brain works is different from everyone else; like something is wrong with me. But after many many years, I now have a better understanding of myself and how my brain works. Not to dump this on y'all, I swear I have a point, but I have diagnosed depression, anxiety, and ADHD. These things are all a big challenge I face in my day-to-day life and are often the leading cause of why I may take longer to write and publish things. I may take breaks, so don't worry if I'm not active, I will be back at some point. And I'll try my best to update you guys on when I'm gonna be less active or vice versa. Another way my mental health effects my writing is because when I write, a lot of the time my personal experiences or feelings will end up incorporated within my work, since well, it's all coming from my brain. I mostly write for myself to express my thoughts and feelings, having others read and actually enjoy my work is just an added bonus. But personally, I have struggled with self-harm for about one third of my life. I often get ideas for new works revolving around this theme and may publish things about it eventually. Themes such as mental illnesses, self-harm, abuse, insecurities, EDs, suicidal thoughts, unhealthy relationships (obv), toxic household, etc. will have a reoccurring appearance throughout my works. So just be prepared, I guess.
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I am very sorry!! Life got busy and I got a boyfriend??? Whatâs yâallâs opinion on writing fanfic while in a relationship??? I miss writing but at the same time it feels wrong? I need someone to talk about this to!!
Anyways, I miss you guys and thank you for all the support even now!!
Girl, I need the fourth part of the watcher!! I just saw your post and I was shocked, I've been waiting for you for months đ
GUYS IM SO SORRY !!! I had no idea people actually really liked what I was writing and wanted more, I wouldnât have left yâall hanging like that!! But omg Iâm gonna reread the watcher because honestly I donât even remember writing itâŠand then Iâll see what ideas pop into my head and Iâll get writing!! Any requests for it would be heavily appreciated! đ€đ€đ€
Hey guysâŠI didnât die Iâm still here, sorry for being so inactive yâall. If I get enough requests to come back and write, I will. I just fell out of the habit. Anyways, I love you guys and thank you for the continued support and love for my writing, even though Iâve been gone for a while. đ€đ€đ€
hii, i have a request fic for you! Instead of Topper committing the arson on John B's house when he sees Sarah and John B hooking up, could you write it to be Rafe watching the reader and JJ? Rafe is the readerâs ex bf for months now, but heâs still obsessed with the reader. He gets all jealous, possessive, and psycho then he burns the house down. Then, as Sarah walks in to warn them, the reader turns the other way, and she can't see because of the smoke, so Rafe takes the opportunity to grab her and take her away to his truck? thank youu<3
OMG!!!! Iâm literally gonna write this thank you!!!! Idk how long it will take since Iâm just getting back into it but Iâm definitely writing this. Thank you for the request!!!!!
synopsis: teasing rafe with the lingerie he gifted you so much during your valentines date, he snaps and bends you over the counter in a restaurant bathroom.
authors note: very excited about valentines day if you couldn't tell. a little pissed cause why is it so hard to find cute valentines pics?! ( âąá·âàĄâąá· ) anywaysss, enjoy!!
content warnings: not proofread. contains smut, mdni. rafe's (very canon) obsession with lace. unprotected p in v. dirty talk. public sex. implications of almost being caught at the end. lmk if i missed anyway <3
it was all his faultâor at least that's how you viewed it. he had left you all alone for several weeks to go on some stupid trip to Morocco that he wouldn't give up the smallest detail about. and it's not like you could easily satisfy yourself either; rafe meant it when he said nothing and no one could compare to him. not to mention all of your toys that mysteriously went missing the day he left. so of course you'd be a little extra needy the day he came back.
rafe was trying to be patient with youâhe really was. but you kept leaning over in that tight sexy low cut red dress, purposely putting your perfect tits on full display for him; and they way he'd catch you eye fucking him whenever you thought he wasn't looking made him want to rip that dress off of you in front of everyone.
the worst part is how infuriatingly coy you've been acting all night whenever he'd try to confront you; casually brushing it off as him being dirty minded.
ârafe.â you drawl, looking up from the menu and finding rafe starring at your exposed cleavage for what seemed like the thousandth time tonight. his tongue instinctively sticks out to lick his lips, eyes darting up to meet yours before he clears his throat, leaning back in his seat. he was already unashamedly hard under the table, not at all bothering to hide it. âyeah, sweetheart?â
âi need to go to the bathroom n touch up my makeup. tell the waiter i want the chicken marsala when they come over, âkay?â you murmured, already standing from your seat and grabbing your purse. âalright,â rafe hummed, calling after you âhurry back, yeah?â
âuh huh.â you nod curtly, trying to fight smirk on your face as you purposely let your tube of lip gloss slip from your bag. all so you could bend over and pick it up on your way to the bathroom, causing your tiny dress to ride up, exposing the swell of your ass to him, clad in the red lacy panties he had surprised you with this morningâthe ones he specifically told you to save for tonight.
that's all it took for rafe to snap and confirm you knew exactly what you've been doing all night.
he shot up from his seat, the metal legs of the chair scraping against the marble floors as he hasted to the women's bathroom, swinging the door open, eliciting gasps from both you and the other two women at the sinks.
âyou two get the hell out.â rafe grunted, already moving behind you to press his hand to the small of your back, bending you over the counter as the women hurriedly grab their things and leave the bathroom.
âcan't fuckin take you anywhere, hm?â his hands travel down, lifting the bottom of your dress, bunching it around your waist. âmmh, just couldn't wait til later.â you respond softly, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your panties to pull them down, only to have rafe grip your wrists and place your hands onto the counter in front of you. ânah, keep em on. bought them for a reason, yeah?â
the rattle of his belt being undone fills the bathroom, the sound of his zipper unfastening following soon after. he slides his pants along with his boxers down in one swift movement, letting them fall to his ankles, revealing his hard and throbbing cock; the tip flushed with beads of precum dripping down the shaft.
he pulls his tongue between his teeth as he uses one hand to hook his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, the material of the lace rubbing against your sensitive bud, making a soft whimper leave your mouth. âah, yeahâfuckâlook at that. all fuckin wet just by me sitting there. tsk tsk, you've gotten nastier since i've been gone, yeah?â he groans, eyes fixed on the way your juices are saturating your panties. âdamn, baby...i love these panties on you..so pretty. gonna order you ten more when we get home, alright?â you could tell how true that statement was by the way his fingers ran over the lace, admiring the delicate pattern against your skin with an intense stare.
rafe ran his tongue over his bottom lip, rubbing his flushed tip through your puffy drenched folds before easily sliding into your drooling cunt. âo-oh my goshâ you mewl, hands gripping the counter as his cock slides in and out of you in quick, deep strokes; your gummy walls clenching around him every time he brushes against your cervix. âfuuck.â rafe groaned, jaw going slack as he grabbed onto the fabric of your panties, pulling you back into him to meet his thrust âgrippin me so fuckin good.â
âbet this is all you were thinkân about, huh? you knew what you were doing all night, baby. you just needed this cock, hm?â rafe murmured, watching you through the mirrorâthe way your glossed lips parted, brows furrowed in pleasure, eyes fluttering whenever his angle would change ever so slightly.
âmmhm.â you reply in a whine, your grip on the counter tightening as you bite down on your already swollen lips, trying to keep your moans and whimpers from being heard by anyone behind the door. âshit, that all you can say? gotâcha all speechless already.â a strangled moan leaves you in response, your mind becoming cloudy and overwhelmed as his thumb presses to your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles on the throbbing bud.
âr-rafe...â you whimper as your legs start trembling and your eyes squeeze shut. rafe groans softly, feeling you start to clench around him. âmmh i know, i know,â he murmured, the speed of both his hips and thumb increasing. âyou gonna cum, yeah? go on, baby...lemme have it.â
your eyes roll back as the coil in your stomach finally snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as your orgasm washes over you. rafe continues his thrusts as your cunt flutters around him, your body slumping over the counter as he helps you ride out your climax.
the way you squeezed around him pushed rafe over the edge, jaw going slack as his cock twitches inside of you, thick, hot ropes of cum painting your walls. âfuuck.â he moans as his eyes flutter shut briefly before they open again, watching you through the mirror. leisurely, his movements fade until he eventually comes to a halt, his breathing ragged.
leaning forward, rafe plants a few kisses on your trembling body, opening his mouth to speak before he's interrupted by a sharp knock on the door.
I did not intend to completely disappear for that long and for that I apologize! I haven't really had the time or energy to write recently. I would love to come back, but I literally have no ideas for fics right now. I know The Watcher is unfinished...but I literally have no clue how to continue it; and honestly, I don't have the motivation. So, if you have any ideas for it, go ahead and ask me! I'd love any ideas and requests for new fics as well, so send requests!!!
I did not intend to completely disappear for that long and for that I apologize! I haven't really had the time or energy to write recently. I would love to come back, but I literally have no ideas for fics right now. I know The Watcher is unfinished...but I literally have no clue how to continue it; and honestly, I don't have the motivation. So, if you have any ideas for it, go ahead and ask me! I'd love any ideas and requests for new fics as well, so send requests!!!
Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He pays her for private sessions, in which he gets to take her home and do whatever he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous. After you're short on a payment for Barry, he makes you pay in a different way. Rafe eventually finds out and he's not happy. Can Rafe get you out of this sticky situation?
Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe
Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs, violence (fighting), death threats, guns, p in v, unprotected sex, language, praise, SMUT!, use of y/n like one time.
Word Count: 5.0k
Author Note: Hey babes! I originally got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. Some of this part was inspired by Dexter s7 ep9. This fic is NOT fully proofread. I'm SO SO SO sorry for being so inactive :(
This is the last part of Private Sessions! I'm actually pretty pleased with how this fic ended up, since it was only meant to be one part. If I get requests relating to this, or if I get struck with random inspiration, I'm not against writing more for this!
Credits: GIF from this post
After youâd hooked up with Rafeâwell, you wouldn't exactly call it a hook up. After you had another private session with Rafe, your top paying client, also the entire reason youâre now a hooker, you stayed the night at his place. That morning, following the many, many orgasms he had gotten out of you and the half-hearted âgoodnightsâ you two had exchanged before falling asleep, Rafe had left you alone. He had woken you up, briefly mumbling to you about having some business to attend to, making sure you know that youâre allowed to stay for however long you please. Before leaving, Rafe gathered your scattered clothing and left it in a neat pile on one of the chairs in his bedroom. On top of the pile, he left you money. Sure, he had already given you nearly a thousand dollars for your time, but he felt that you deserved a tip, so he left a crisp hundred-dollar bill for you to find, as well as money to call an uber, since heâs unable to give you a ride back.
Of course this kind of treatment was completely unbeknownst to you. You had never expected Rafe Cameron to treat women this well, especially those he has to pay to fuck. But youâre not complaining. Your other clients never even spare a thought about how you feel, itâs only about them. But RafeâŠhe makes sure you feel good. He wants you to feel good. He cares about making sure you get what you need more than he cares about his own experience. This isnât just confusing to you, since heâs also wondering why he cares, or why heâs even paying for you specifically when he has a variety of women he could fuck for free. All he knows is that he needs more of youâhe needs to make things right with you somehow.
After you left his house later that morning, you had gone back to work. Barry wasnât happy with you, you hadnât come back like he asked last night. He needed you to work the floor, since youâre the âstarâ of the clubâthe favorite. Which, all that means to you is that Barryâs got you working unreasonable hours.
âShitâŠâ he huffs, taking in your appearance as you show up at the club. Since itâs still morning, nobody else was there. You really had hoped he wasnât there either, just wanting to get in, grab your shit, and go home. But of course that wasnât the case. You stand there, gathering your items from your locker, feeling smaller with each passing second that he stares at you, laughing at your disheveled appearance. You had stolen some of Rafeâs clothes since you didnât feel like wearing that tiny, itchy little dress you had left in last night.Â
âIâll be back for my shift tomorrow.â You tell him as you try to leave the room. However, he moves to block the doorway, causing you to pause, looking down at the ground with a huff, trying to keep your cool.
âWhereâs my money, princess?â Barry asks, his voice cold. You sigh, having forgotten. You reach into your duffle bag, pulling out the cash Rafe gave you for your most recent session. You do the math in your head, determining what 25% of your earnings are. You round his cut up to about $300, handing him the cash.
âThere.â You shove the money into his chest. âYour cut.â
Barry chuckles at your attitude, clearly not appreciating it. His hand lingers on yours for longer than whatâs needed as he grabs the cash from you. He quickly counts the bills in his hand, sighing and looking back up at you. âThis is all? You were gone all night and thisâŠâ he waves the cash in front of your face. âThis is all youâve got for me.â
You swallow roughly, nodding at him. âThatâs 25%.â You say, keeping your voice strong. âAnd then some.â you add, with a bit less confidence this time, knowing itâs not enough to keep him from getting all worked up.Â
Barry makes a small tsk sound, softly shaking his head. âHow you gonna make this up to me then, hm?âÂ
âThatâs your cut. Iâm off today, soâŠI, Iâll see you tomorrow.â You try to move past him, but he grabs onto your shoulder, stopping you.
âNahâŠno, I donât think so. You were out all night, not my fault you settled for less than your rate.â Barry still thinks you had gone with the client you were meant to meet last night, not knowing you went off with Rafe. Not that it would change anything if he did know. Really, Rafe had actually overpaid, again, for your time and effort. But, you hadnât planned on staying the night in his bed, he had just pushed you past what you could handle, tiring the both of you out. So you get why he thinks you were underpaid. âNot my fault you stayed out all night, like a real fuckinâ slut.â His words cause you to wince, you hated being called that, because you arenât a slut. You never chose to sell out your body, you just need the money.
Barry can see the fire behind your eyes, the calm demeanor you try so hard to maintain threatening to snap any moment now. He can tell heâs getting under your skin, which makes him enjoy this all the more. âYouâre gonna pay for your mistakes.â You can feel his grip on your shoulder tighten as his eyes scour your clothed figure as you two stand in the doorway.
âBarry, please. I need that money, Itâs my money. We made a deal, and you got your cut.â You plead, except your voice isnât polite and soft like usual, youâre clearly pissed.Â
âWellâŠthatâs not the only way.â He starts. You have a confused expression etched onto your face as he speaks. âYou can always put in some hours todayâŠâ he explains, his hand dropping from your shoulder to the hem of the t-shirt you stole from Rafe.Â
âBut, weâre closed?â You remind him. âI guessâŠI guess I can come back later for a few hours.â
âNo.â He leans in closer, smirking. His mouth is almost touching the shell of your ear, close enough that you can feel his hot, sticky breath against your skin. âYouâre gonna put some time in right now. A little private session, hm?â His hand moves around to your backside, slowly trailing down the curve of your lower back.Â
You recognize this tone of voice, the suggestion of his words hanging in the air heavily. Really, you canât say no. Because thereâs no fucking way youâre giving him another cent of your hard earned cash. So, you reluctantly agree.
Barry wants the full show, so he makes you get into uniform. He even went through your things, picking out what he wants you to wear. And of course he picks your newest pieces of lingerie, the ones Rafe had just gifted you last night. The one he told you was for his eyes only, which you had fully intended to honor his request, but you couldnât say no to your boss. Barry had turned on all the clubâs lights and music, setting the perfect scene for you both. He takes you into one of the private rooms.Â
First, he has you start off slow, just simply sucking him off. After that, he makes you dance for him for what feels like an hour, until heâs hard again and ready for more. He fucks you. Though it doesnât last long, which youâre glad, since heâs not giving any regard to how you feel. He fucks you selfishly, using you however he pleases. The only thing he does that shows any sort of regard or care for you is not finishing inside you, instead making you swallow his loads. After a couple of hours, he finally lets you leave, saying that youâre all paid upâŠfor now. You figure that since heâs crossed this line with you, itâs not going to be the last. Knowing Barry heâll be making up absurd excuses to make you âpayâ some more.Â
You feel disgusting, so immediately you go home and shower, scrubbing any trace of him off of you. As you stand in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel, you observe the various marks covering your body from your clients. You hate the proof they leave on you, proof that youâre a hooker. You glance at the newer, more vibrant marks on your neck, you canât help but smile a bit as you run your fingers over the bruised skin, remembering how Rafe has created them. Once you realize that youâre smiling at his memory, you immediately stop, shaking the thoughts out of your head.
The next day you return to work, absolutely dreading having to face Barry. Not only him, but youâre getting really over having sex with these wrinkly, old, men who canât even get it up without taking a little pill. Each session you have with a client chipping a small part of yourself away. As you enter the staff room, you practically run into Rafeâs chest, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, stopping you. The two of you make brief eye contact before he walks out of the room that youâre entering. Barry stands in the center of the room, shaking his head as he looks up at you.
âWell shit,â he scoffs, rubbing a rough hand over his face. âSome boyfriend you got, huh?â Your eyebrows furrow immediately. Barry notices the crease between your brows. âLooks like youâve only got one client now.â He chuckles.
âWaitâŠRafe talked to you?â You ask, wondering if he was being truthful when he said heâd talk to Barry for you.Â
âYeah, Rafe. But donât think that means you ainât gonna get more hours on the floor. I ainât losinâ my main source of cash just âcause your boyfriendâs a little jealous.â
You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes and tell him that heâs not your boyfriend. You can tell heâs pissed and doesnât want to listen to Rafe. Which makes you wonder how he got Barry to agree to this, since you are the âstarâ of the club. Barry scoffs, walking out into the main portion of the club.Â
You feel like a major weight has been lifted off your chest, feeling so much better now that you donât have to sell out your body. Well, other than when youâre dancing. But thatâs different. At least nobody has to touch you anymoreâŠother than those who you actually want touching you.Â
After changing and getting prepared, you work the pole per usual. About an hour into your shift, you spot Rafe sitting across the club, getting a lap dance from one of the other dancers, except he looks like he could care less about herâheâs looking at you. Youâre not jealousâno, definitely not. Why would you be jealous? Heâs just your client; your customer. You make eye contact with him and instead of looking away, you find yourself staring right back at him while you dance.
On your break, you make your way into the back room, where a few of the other girls are also taking their break. Youâve never had problems with the other girls, but youâve never called them friends either, just coworkers. You can hear them talking before you enter the room, and when you walk in, suddenly itâs silent as their heads turn to you. You ignore their stares, heading over to the fridge to grab a yogurt. You hear their whispers as you turn your back to them.Â
âSheâs fucking the boss.â One of them says earning a few gasps and a âreally?â from the others. âYeah, I heard she doesnât have to take clients anymore.â She responds.Â
Another girl adds, âshit, Iâd fuck him too if it meant Iâd get special treatmentâ, earning laughs from everyone in the room. You take a deep breath, slamming the fridge closed and turning to face them.Â
âIâm not getting special treatment!â You say harshly, a stark contrast to your typical shy demeanor.Â
âSo youâre not fucking him?âÂ
Youâre so engulfed in frustration that you donât even notice Rafe and Barry walk into the room. âOkay yeah, I fucked Barry once but it was becauseââ you donât get to finish explaining before youâre cut off by Rafeâs sharp voice, which startles you.
âYou fucked my girl?â He snaps at Barry. In which Barry just smirks in response, only serving to further piss Rafe off.Â
âTheyâre my girls while theyâre working. And I gotta say, she takes her job very seriouslyââ. Before Barry can get anything else out Rafe cuts him off with a quick punch to the jaw, causing him to tumble back. You jump back as all the other girls collectively gasp, but they know better than to intervene. Barry rubs his Jaw, standing up straight and chuckling dryly.Â
âCountry Club,â he laughs. âYou really wanna do this, huh? All for a fuckinâ slut?â Rafe steps forward, punching Barry again before looking up at the others in the room.
âGet the fuck out!â He shouts before looking at Barry, moving to punch him again as the others quickly scurry out of the room. You stay, shocked at the event unfolding in front of youâbecause of you. The fight continues, Barry trying to fight back as best he can, but heâs no match for Rafe, especially since heâs got no motivation.Â
Barry manages to get a few punches in, making Rafe step back for a moment. You see him reach into the back of his jeans, grabbing the gun he has tucked into the waistband of his jeans. You gasp again when you see the gun and step back until your back hits a wall. You know Rafeâs involved in some bad shit and youâre used to seeing him use cocaine, but youâre not used to him having a gun, especially with it being pointed at someone. Before you have time to even think, Rafe hits Barry with his gun, pistol whipping him and making him fall to the floor.Â
Rafe leans forward over Barry, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his head up until theyâre face-to-face. âCall her a slut againâtouch her again and Iâll fucking kill you.â He spits, letting go of Barry, making his head drop back against the floor, all bloodied and bruised. You make yourself look away, not wanting to see the damage Rafe didâthe damage you caused. âConsider this her notice.â He mutters quickly, tucking the gun back into his waistband as he turns to face you. âLetâs go.â He says quickly, moving to walk out of the room. But you canât move, youâre still in shock from what you just witnessed. When Rafe turns around and sees that youâre not following him he lets out a sharp breath, walking over to you and grabbing you by the arm. âI said letâs go.â His words are demanding and mean, different from the way he typically talks to you. His eyes are cold and distant as he tugs you out of the room, through the club. The others watch him drag you away, not daring to say a word as they stare.Â
Rafe takes you out to the parking lot, shoving you into his truck. You still havenât even spoken a word by the time you get to his house. He pulls into the driveway, putting his truck in park and killing the engine. He speaks, still looking straight out of the windshield and not daring to look at you. âIâm sorry you had to see that.â His voice isnât as rough anymore, though still distant. You donât respond which makes him look over you after a few silent moments. âI said mâsorry.â His voice is a bit louder, making you jump back in your seat.Â
âI heard.â You mumble coldly.Â
Rafe scoffs at your mumbles, feeling like you should be grateful for what he did for you. But youâre the exact opposite. You canât let yourself feel relieved that you donât have to work for Barry anymore. Because that was your job. And unlike Rafe, you actually need a job to survive. Plus, you have no idea what youâve gotten yourself into with Rafe now. You think back to what he had said to Barry just before the fight. He called you his girl. What the fuck does that mean?
His strong grip pulls you out of your thoughts as he tugs out of his truck, bringing you inside his house. He gets you up to his bedroom and you sit on the bed, just thinking in an uncomfortable silence. You blame this on yourself. Youâre the reason the other girls have to sell themselves, because you fucked RafeâŠand you canât stop fucking him. Youâre the reason theyâre in that hell, and you got out of it because of Rafe. Itâs not fair to them. And youâre the reason Rafe nearly killed the man heâs closest to.Â
You watch as Rafe goes into the adjoining bathroom, trying to wash the blood off of his hands, which only reveals that his own knuckles are all battered and bloody. You get up from the bed, padding over to the bathroom. He sees you approach him in the mirror and he keeps his eyes on you. You tap his waist, silently signaling him to turn around. When he turns away from the sink, now leaning up against it instead as he watches you curiously. You carefully take his hands in yours, briefly examining them. âHereâŠâ you let go, grabbing a nearby rag and getting it damp with warm water. âLet meâŠâ you speak softly as you take one of his hands in your own, gently dabbing at his knuckles with the rag. He winces at the contact, âshit, I know, sorry. But I need to clean them.â
âSâfine.â He mutters. Not once does he take his eyes off of your face. He notices how your tongue sticks out of the corner of your mouth as you focus, making the slightest hint of a grin form on his beaten face, which you donât notice of course since youâre too busy cleaning his knuckles.Â
You finish one hand, now cleaning the other which isnât quite as bad since itâs his non-dominant hand. Once youâre done, you look up at him. Heâs standing so close you can practically feel his breath on your face as he stares down at you. Now that youâre finally looking at him for the first time since the fight, you see the bruise forming on his jaw and the slight blood stain at the corner of his mouth. You lift your hand up, gently caressing the bruise. You can tell he wants to wince, but he doesnât let himself, not wanting you to pull your hand away. The tension is so thick itâs almost visible; the silence unbearable. The only sound being that of both of you breathing.Â
âAbout Barryââ you start, feeling like you need to explain why you had slept with him. But Rafe doesnât let you finish, walking away into his bedroom.
âDoesnât matter.â He speaks sharply as he strips down into his boxers, setting his gun in the top drawer of his nightstand. You follow behind him.
âNo, please just let meââ you cut yourself off, annoyed at the fact that heâs avoiding looking at you. You step closer behind him, gently touching his arm which makes him finally turn around. âRafeâŠâ
âWhat?â Rafe snaps, his eyes making uncomfortable eye contact with you, but you donât turn away.Â
âHe made me give him a private session. âSaid I didnât bring back enough money for him. I had to. It was that or give him my money, b-but I need that money. I swear I didnât want to-â You ramble, not sure why you even care to explain yourself to him, itâs not like you need to.Â
âJesus, shut up. I donât care, alright? Just go to bed.â He waves your hand off of his arm, turning his back to you again as he pulls the comforter back and gets under it.Â
You want to ask why youâre even here with him. He brought you here toâŠsleep? Why? But, you decide against it. Instead, you just walk over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. You quickly strip out of your âuniformâ, feeling his eyes burn holes into you as you change into his clothes. You turn the bedroom light off on your way back to the bed. You climb in next to him, keeping somewhat of a distance between you two. Youâre not exactly sure where he stands in all this or what you are. You wait for him to make a move and get closer, but he doesnât. You both just lie there in silence. Eventually you start to doze off, though immediately woken up by the faint sound of a car pulling up, followed by some shouting.Â
âRafe Cameronn,â the voice calls out, soon banging on the door. Itâs Barry. Fuck.Â
You jolt up, but Rafe is already out of bed, pulling on a shirt and sweats, quickly getting downstairs to the door before Barry lets himself in.Â
Still feeling loopy from sleep, you sit up in bed, listening to whatâs happening. You can only hear shouting between the two, but you canât tell what theyâre saying. You leave Rafeâs room, walking more towards the front of the house where you can slightly make out the conversation.Â
You hear Rafe yell, âThe fuck is wrong with you? Did you not hear me say Iâll fucking kill you, huh?! Because I will. You know I will.â
âNah,â Barry laughs. âI donât think you will, country club.â
âYouâre fucking dead.â
âNo, you are.â Barry responds. âPulling that shit on me in my own fucking club?â
When it gets silent, you get worried and peek out one of the windows facing the front of the house. âFuck!â You panic when you notice that Barry has a gun pulled on Rafe who has his hands up. He doesnât have his gun. You run back into Rafeâs room, grabbing his gun from inside his nightstand before you get the chance to think about what youâre doing. After fiddling with it for a moment, you manage to get the safety off.
You rush downstairs and with a deep breath, you swing open the front door, stepping outside with the gun raised, pointing it right at Barry. âPut it down.â You say weakly. Barry laughs at you, which is probably reasonable, you probably look ridiculous standing there with a gun, your hands shaking. You repeat yourself with more confidence and higher volume this time. âPut the fucking gun down! I swear to god Iâll fucking shoot!â Youâd never pictured yourself like this. Hell, youâve never even touched a gun before. And right now, itâs not the situation that scares you the most, but the fact that in this moment, if need be, you will pull the trigger. And itâs that fact that scares you.Â
After some time, Barry gives a dry and defeated chuckle. âAlright, alright! Look,â he tosses the gun aside. You immediately move to give Rafe his gun and you stand behind his large frame. At this point, Barry knows he needs to accept the defeat. He knows heâs not gonna beat Rafe in this, not when it comes to you. âFine, Iâm leaving. I didnât know she was yours like that, âaight? Sheâs done, sheâs all yours now, Rafe.â Barry slowly picks up his gun, tucking it into his waistband before retreating to his car. Once Barry finally drives off, Rafe lowers his gun.
Your heart is racing from the adrenaline. So when you both get inside, youâre practically jumping his bones before the door even closes. Rafe doesnât protest. He carries you up to his room, dropping you down onto the bed. Quickly, heâs shedding his layers until heâs completely bare in front of you. You do the same. He stands over you, staring at you for a moment with a hungry look in his eyes, making you feel like prey. In one move, heâs on top of you, kissing you eagerly. Pulling back to nibble on your earlobe, whispering to you. âFuck that was so fucking hot, baby. Saved my ass back there, huh?âÂ
âIâŠI couldnât watch him hurt you.â Is all you say before his lips are on yours again, his hand thatâs not propping him up over you traveling your naked body, quickly finding your clit. Youâre glad because you didnât want to have to explain any more, because you donât know why you did what you did. Obviously you care for him in some weird, twisted way if you were willing to kill a man to protect him from being shot.Â
His fingers start to circle your clit, making you moan into his mouth. You close your eyes in pleasure. Without warning he pushes into you, gentler than your previous times with him. This time he actually gives you time to adjust. When he starts moving his hips against you, his thrusts are slow and sensual.
âFuckâŠâ you cry out. Your noises rile him up even more, he speeds up, finding the pace that makes you scream out his name. Your fingers dig into his muscular torso as he moves your legs to rest over his shoulders, making him hit the spongy spot deep inside of you.Â
He leans down to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving faint marks behind. His lips trail lower and lower until he reaches your chest, latching onto one of your nipples. Between the unforgiving pace that heâs drilling into you at, his mouth on your chest, and his fingers teasing your clit, youâre seeing stars like you never have before. Your hips try wriggling away from the immense and almost unbearable pleasure, but he pulls you right back in even tighter.
âFuck baby, so fuckinâ tight. Such a good girl fâmeâŠâ he groans against your chest, pressing quick, open-mouthed kisses to your soft skin. âMy fuckinâ good girl, yeah? All fuckinâ mine nowâŠâ he leans back to watch your face, noticing how your eyes are squeezed shut. He takes his hand away from your clit, grabbing your chin roughly. âLook at me.â Rafe demands.Â
You obey, making direct eye contact with him as the band in your stomach snaps, releasing a burning heat that spreads throughout your entire body. His pace slows, working you through your high. Soon after, you feel the unforgivable feeling of him painting your insides with his hot, sticky release.
Eventually he stills inside of you, leaning down to kiss all over your body. When heâs fully soft, he pulls out and rolls off of you, laying on his side next to you. You catch your breath, turning on your side to face him. You canât stop the grin that spreads across your face. âHoly fuckâŠâ you mutter in disbelief. You hadnât thought the last time with him couldâve been topped, but youâve been proven wrong. Something about it wasâŠdifferent. This time it wasnât just sex and you knew it.Â
He reaches out, his touch gentle now rather than rough and desperate. His hair sticking to his sweat-beaded forehead, the look in his eyes and the smile on his face making you melt. âGod, youâre beautiful.â
âRafeâŠâ you say, slightly turning your head. Which he just moves right back to face him.Â
âWhat is it?â His tone is soft and caring, like he actually wants to know whatâs got you so quiet.Â
âNothingâŠwell, itâŠitâs justâŠâ you pause, taking a deep breath before saying what youâre thinking. You prepare yourself for the worst. âYou keepâŠyou keep calling me your girl?âÂ
He questions you back in response, his tone carrying a more serious note this time. âIs that an issue?â He runs his thumb over your eyebrow, admiring your features.
âNoâŠwellâŠI, I guess I just donât know what you mean.â You say honestly, making him breath out a quick sigh. Shit, you think.Â
âI meanâŠyouâre my girl, y/n. You donât need a job, alright? I got plenty money for us both, yeah? You can stay here whenever you want. Youâre mineâŠân Iâm yours, yeah? Howâs that sound, hm?â You just stare at him for a bit, questioning if he really just asked that or your brain is making it up so you donât have to deal with the embarrassment. âY/n?â He repeats softly.
âYeaâŠyeah.â You stutter, making him chuckle at how flustered you are. âLikeâŠboyfriend girlfriend?âÂ
He laughs at your question, finding it adorable. âYeah, like boyfriend girlfriend.â Rafe reassures you, his hand moving from your face to brush through your hair again.
âYes!â You spit out a little too eagerly. You quickly flash a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You gather yourself, speaking at a normal speed now, âyeahâŠum that, that sounds good. I like that.â You smile.
He slides in a quick âI like you.â He smirks, thinking heâs so smooth which makes you laugh. He pulls you in for a soft, tender kiss. Rafe pulls you in, wrapping an arm over you as your head rests on his bare chest. He pulls a sheet up over you both.Â
You lie there in a comfortable silence. Just when youâre about to drift off you tilt your head up to look at him, and heâs already staring at you of course. You mumble, âthank youâŠf-for getting me outta that club.â You lay your head back down and tilts his own head down to kiss your forehead.Â
âThanks for saving me, baby.â
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DUBCON / fem!reader / mean!rafe / p in v / power play via choking / manipulation / degradation / use of "bitch" & "slut" / fwb situation / reader says ily during sex / wc 740
with RAFE CAMERON
âI love you.â
The words whispered, strung together in your slurred speech, but it was enough to make Rafe pause. His hips stilled against you, and he lowered to rest on his forearms, staring into your glassy eyes. You looked so far gone. You couldnât have meant it.
He brushed back a strand of hair that stuck to your temple. âWhat did you say?â
With a smile, you repeated, âI love you.â
He said nothing, but his stomach churned in response. Intestines twisted and knotted.Â
Friends with benefitsâthat was what the two of you agreed on. That it would be sex and nothing more. But now you were saying you loved him? Was this some sick joke? His jaw clenched, his mind reeled. It must be. Look at that smile on your face.Â
It was mocking him.Â
In your haze, you took his silence as a sign he didnât hear you, so you said again, âI love you, Rafe.â
Red. He saw red.Â
âStop.â
âWhy?â You were mocking him.
âBecause you donât mean it.â
And just like that, your smile faltered, your eyes clearing like his words had cut through your fog. You shook your head, murmuring nos that fell on deaf ears. Rafe watched your brows pinch together. He felt your grasp on his shoulders tighten, blunt nails sinking into his flesh. Desperate. Pathetic.
You were many things, but he didnât take you for a liar.
âI do,â you insisted, words still slurred, âI love you.â
Unable to help himself, he rolled his eyes. He could feel his dick getting soft from all this talk.
âShut up.â He pushed himself onto his hands, his blood running hot.Â
âWhat?â You sounded hurt, your voice small. When he looked away, you grabbed his face, and the voices in his head started to overlap as your thumbs caressed his cheeks. He refused to be manipulated. âRafe, Iââ
Suddenly, your words came to a halt, your mouth dropping open. All you could let out were rasped breaths and whispers of his name.Â
You clutched the hand he now had wrapped around your throat, but he only seemed to apply more pressure. He felt your pulse quicken beneath his fingers. Thump, thump, thumpthumpthump. Were you scared? You shouldnât be.Â
He would never hurt you. Not intentionally.
And besides, you had always liked it when he was a little rough with you.
Rafe leaned down, his face inches from yours. âShut. Up.âÂ
His hips moved, pulling out a few inches before driving back into your cunt, a strained whine falling from your lips. He scoffed, his gaze roaming over your pleasure-stricken face. Then he did it a second time, a third, a fourthâand you kept on moaning like the slut you were. This time, you didnât attempt to speak. Not a word.Â
Finally, Rafe eased his grip on your neck. Light rushed back to your eyes as you gasped, your chest heaving.Â
âWhat was that about, huh?â he questioned harshly, his hand shifting to hold your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze. The air between your faces became sticky, his heavy breaths mingling with yours. âYou tryna play me?â
Rafe watched your mouth open and then close.Â
He tutted, his fingers digging into your cheeks, your lips squished. âGot nothinâ to say now?â You could only moan while he pounded into you. He laughed, ââCourse not, forgot youâre just another dumb bitch for my cock. No thoughts goinâ on up there anymore, huh?â
At that, your cunt spasmed around him, and he groaned at the feeling. This was how it was meant to be, but you just had to open your mouth and complicate things. Rafe wrapped his hand around your throat again, relishing your whiny gasp and the way your brows pinched together.Â
âJust stay like this fâme,â he mumbled, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. âNo more of that âI love youâ crap, alright? You donât know what youâre saying.â
Rafe sensed your hesitation, that spark of defiance you still had left, so he gave you a warning squeeze, your breaths caught in your throat. Slowly, your eyes crossed, and your brain melted into nothing as your greedy pussy sucked him back in with every thrust. Only when you nodded did he release the pressure.Â
You had surrendered, and Rafe could go the rest of the day believing your words meant nothing.
Because, in his mind, you couldnât actually love someone like him.
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Summary: After two years in a relationship with Rafe you caught him kissing another girl at the Midsummer's party. He was kissing the very girl he promised was just a friend. You end things with him but deep down you knew it wasnât over. You make a choice not knowing if you are going to regret it or not.
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âYou promised me! Rafe you fucking promised!â You yelled at him walking away from him down the beach.
âWait no! Y/n please don't walk away!â His voice breaking. He chases after you and grabs your wrist but you pull away and turn to look at him.Â
âDonât touch me." Your voice is cold. "How could you do this?â You hit his chest with both of your hands. âYou promised me that she was just a friend! Did I mean anything to you?â You choked back tears.
âYes of course you did.âÂ
âYou promised me that you loved me. Did you mean that?â
âYes! Baby I do love you.â
You shook your head. âNo, you donât get to call me baby.â You walk away and he doesnât chase you this time.
âŠ
Itâs been about 4 months since Rafe cheated. Tonight Topper is throwing a party at his place. You sit on your bed debating if you want to go or not. You know you should go out and live a little. You look at the dress you picked out to wear tonight. You decide to go because you thought it would be good for you. You slipped the dress on and admired yourself in the mirror. The dress was black and it rested just above your knees, it had spaghetti straps with a very deep V-neck. It snatched your curves in all the right places. You took your time doing your makeup and curling your hair. You put on black heels and leave for the party.Â
Once you arrive your eyes wander around. There were a lot of people drinking, dancing, making out and snorting white powder.
You stop in your tracks, Rafe had obviously shown up. To your right was a man with a tray that had drinks laid out on it.Â
âVodka on iceâ The man said as he held the tray up to you.Â
âThanks.â You grab one and the man walks away.
You look up and lock eyes with Rafe over your vodka on ice, he's staring at you from across the room with those seductive blue eyes, beer in hand. You almost forget what he did to you.
His eyes send chills down your spine, you quickly look away. You turn and walk away to find the bathroom, to freshen up and clear your head. Once you find the bathroom you touch up your lip gloss and stare at yourself in the mirror for a long time.
You open the door to leave and bump into Rafe practically tripping over him.Â
"Oh, sorry." You glance up to meet his eyes.Â
"Hi" he says grinning. You didn't even realize his hand on your lower back. You guys are so close, you can feel his breath on your cheek.
"H-" you clear your throat, "Hi" You try to keep your voice calm, you are still so angry with him but he still makes you nervous.
âCan we talk?â His voice is quiet.
You guys are standing in the middle of a hallway, the party is going on just around the corner.
"Did you follow me to the bathroom, Rafe?"Â
 "Maybe" He takes a step closer to you. You take a step back, hitting the wall behind you.
You breathe in, "Don't you want to head back to the party?" your breath is shaky as you exhale.
"Do you?" he asks.
"No" you say without thinking. What the hell am I doing? You think to yourself. He cheated on you, remember.Â
"Good neither do I" he looks around to see if anyone was lingering. He grabs your wrist.
"Hey!" You try to pull back.
He ignores you holding your wrist tighter. He leads you down the hallway to a bedroom. You go in first, he follows and you hear him lock the door.
âRafe what are you do-â You turn to look at him just as he grabs your face and smashes his lips into yours. He walks forward pushing you backwards, you hit a desk behind you. His tongue sneaks its way into your mouth and finds yours. He puts his hands on your lower back trailing them down below your ass and picks you up and sits you on the desk. Your legs wrap around his waist.Â
How can he affect me this much? I hate him for what he did. But you've craved this for so long.
You pull your lips back, "Rafe? I thought you wanted to talk" you say with heavy breaths. He quiets you with a kiss. You donât stop him, you donât want to.
You run your hands over his chest to find the end of his shirt and you pull it over his head and throw it on the floor. Your hand is in his hair as he grabs your neck to pull your face closer to his. He then removes his hand from your neck and both of his hands meet your thighs, sneaking them under your dress.Â
He pauses and meets your gaze, âAre you sure?â Heâs breathing heavily.
You smile, âIâm always sure.â You pull his face toward you pressing your lips onto his.Â
His hand reaches around to your back unzipping your dress. He slides the straps down over your arms. He pulls the dress down revealing your breasts. You stand giving him more access to take the dress fully off leaving you in just your lacy underwear. You wrap your arms around his neck as he walks you to the bed just a few feet away.Â
Laying you down, he unbuckles his belt and takes his pants off along with his boxers. You prop up on your elbows, you canât help but look him up and down. He notices and chuckles. He crawls up over you, your head resting on the pillow under you as you wrap your legs around his waist. He kisses you, your tongues tied. He pulls away, kissing down your body until he reaches your underwear line. He pulls them off sitting up, your legs lay against his chest with your ankles resting on his shoulders. He kisses from your ankle bending back down to kiss your inner thigh.Â
You gasp as he flicks his tongue up and down your clit. Your hands grip the sheets as he forces his tongue deeper into you. You let out a soft moan, âRafeâŠâÂ
He enters his fingers into you, your back arches at this pleasure. He licks up your body to your neck, your legs wrapping around his waist again.Â
âHiâ He smiles at you, his eyes hazy.
You smile back, âHiâÂ
His lips are pushed on yours, he pins both of your wrists in the mattress as he enters you. You moan into his mouth. His hips are thrusting into you. His mouth is on your neck. Your moans are loud as he grunts against your neck.Â
You try to move your arms but he pins them harder.Â
âRafe..Iâm gonnaâŠohâ You moan and you arch your back. He looks at you, thrusting harder, faster. Your arms are still pinned. Heâs sweating and breathing hard. He pulls out, letting out a tired sigh, smiling. He kisses you and then falls onto the mattress laying next to you and looks into your eyes.Â
He pauses before he says, âI love you.â
Shocked, you sit up, not looking into his eyes.Â
âWhat? Whatâs wrong?â He sits up.
âI-â You canât get the right words out. âYou love me? Are you serious?â You look at him.Â
He looks taken aback. âY-yes, is that okay?â He stammers.
You look at him, anger finally rising. âIs that okay?â You let out a pained laugh. âIs that okay? Rafe you cheated on me. So no, you donât get to come here and have sex with me and then tell me you love me. I don't even know what i'm doing here with you." You scoff, your head in your hands.
âY/nâŠwhat I did was wrong and Iâm so sorry. I was drunk and thatâs no excuse I know. I wasnât thinking straight. She kissed me. I shouldnât have let her. I regret it.â
Tears were filling your eyes. âYou promised me.â Youâve lost it now. You're sobbing into your hands.Â
âI know, I know and Iâm so so sorry.â His voice was breaking. âI do mean it when I tell you I love you. I can promise you that.â
Your tears are falling uncontrollably. You donât look up at him. âHow do I know you wonât hurt me again?âÂ
âBy giving me a chance. I promise you that it will never happen again. I love you.â
You want to believe him, you do believe him. Rafe lifts your chin up to meet his eyes. He kisses you deeply. You pull away, âRafe...I need time. What you did hurt me. Let me have some time to think it over okay?âÂ
Even though you had sex, you still feel angry with him.
He sighs. "Okay. I understand."
You get up and throw your clothes and shoes on. You head toward the door and stop. You turn to look at him, he was getting dressed.
"Rafe?"
He looks up. "Hm?"
"I'll call you." You force a smile and walk out the door.
You head through the crowd of people, tears rolling down your face.
What am I doing? I'm not thinking straight. Â You thought to yourself as you found your car. You didnât know what you were doing. All you knew was that he won. He got you back.
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Summary: Rafe likes to watch reader while she works as a stripper. He pays her for private sessions, in which he gets to take her home and do whatever he pleases. When he finds out Barry has been selling you to customers, he gets jealous. After you're short on a payment for Barry, he makes you pay in a different way. Rafe eventually finds out and he's not happy. Can Rafe get you out of this sticky situation?
Pairings: Stripper!Reader X obsessive!Rafe
Warnings: Rafe is obsessive of reader. Reader is a stripper. Mention of drugs, violence (fighting), death threats, guns, p in v, unprotected sex, language, praise, SMUT!, use of y/n like one time.
Word Count: 5.0k
Author Note: Hey babes! I originally got this idea from this GIF , like just imagine he's sitting in the strip club throwing dollar bills at you like that. Some of this part was inspired by Dexter s7 ep9. This fic is NOT fully proofread. I'm SO SO SO sorry for being so inactive :(
This is the last part of Private Sessions! I'm actually pretty pleased with how this fic ended up, since it was only meant to be one part. If I get requests relating to this, or if I get struck with random inspiration, I'm not against writing more for this!
Credits: GIF from this post
After youâd hooked up with Rafeâwell, you wouldn't exactly call it a hook up. After you had another private session with Rafe, your top paying client, also the entire reason youâre now a hooker, you stayed the night at his place. That morning, following the many, many orgasms he had gotten out of you and the half-hearted âgoodnightsâ you two had exchanged before falling asleep, Rafe had left you alone. He had woken you up, briefly mumbling to you about having some business to attend to, making sure you know that youâre allowed to stay for however long you please. Before leaving, Rafe gathered your scattered clothing and left it in a neat pile on one of the chairs in his bedroom. On top of the pile, he left you money. Sure, he had already given you nearly a thousand dollars for your time, but he felt that you deserved a tip, so he left a crisp hundred-dollar bill for you to find, as well as money to call an uber, since heâs unable to give you a ride back.
Of course this kind of treatment was completely unbeknownst to you. You had never expected Rafe Cameron to treat women this well, especially those he has to pay to fuck. But youâre not complaining. Your other clients never even spare a thought about how you feel, itâs only about them. But RafeâŠhe makes sure you feel good. He wants you to feel good. He cares about making sure you get what you need more than he cares about his own experience. This isnât just confusing to you, since heâs also wondering why he cares, or why heâs even paying for you specifically when he has a variety of women he could fuck for free. All he knows is that he needs more of youâhe needs to make things right with you somehow.
After you left his house later that morning, you had gone back to work. Barry wasnât happy with you, you hadnât come back like he asked last night. He needed you to work the floor, since youâre the âstarâ of the clubâthe favorite. Which, all that means to you is that Barryâs got you working unreasonable hours.
âShitâŠâ he huffs, taking in your appearance as you show up at the club. Since itâs still morning, nobody else was there. You really had hoped he wasnât there either, just wanting to get in, grab your shit, and go home. But of course that wasnât the case. You stand there, gathering your items from your locker, feeling smaller with each passing second that he stares at you, laughing at your disheveled appearance. You had stolen some of Rafeâs clothes since you didnât feel like wearing that tiny, itchy little dress you had left in last night.Â
âIâll be back for my shift tomorrow.â You tell him as you try to leave the room. However, he moves to block the doorway, causing you to pause, looking down at the ground with a huff, trying to keep your cool.
âWhereâs my money, princess?â Barry asks, his voice cold. You sigh, having forgotten. You reach into your duffle bag, pulling out the cash Rafe gave you for your most recent session. You do the math in your head, determining what 25% of your earnings are. You round his cut up to about $300, handing him the cash.
âThere.â You shove the money into his chest. âYour cut.â
Barry chuckles at your attitude, clearly not appreciating it. His hand lingers on yours for longer than whatâs needed as he grabs the cash from you. He quickly counts the bills in his hand, sighing and looking back up at you. âThis is all? You were gone all night and thisâŠâ he waves the cash in front of your face. âThis is all youâve got for me.â
You swallow roughly, nodding at him. âThatâs 25%.â You say, keeping your voice strong. âAnd then some.â you add, with a bit less confidence this time, knowing itâs not enough to keep him from getting all worked up.Â
Barry makes a small tsk sound, softly shaking his head. âHow you gonna make this up to me then, hm?âÂ
âThatâs your cut. Iâm off today, soâŠI, Iâll see you tomorrow.â You try to move past him, but he grabs onto your shoulder, stopping you.
âNahâŠno, I donât think so. You were out all night, not my fault you settled for less than your rate.â Barry still thinks you had gone with the client you were meant to meet last night, not knowing you went off with Rafe. Not that it would change anything if he did know. Really, Rafe had actually overpaid, again, for your time and effort. But, you hadnât planned on staying the night in his bed, he had just pushed you past what you could handle, tiring the both of you out. So you get why he thinks you were underpaid. âNot my fault you stayed out all night, like a real fuckinâ slut.â His words cause you to wince, you hated being called that, because you arenât a slut. You never chose to sell out your body, you just need the money.
Barry can see the fire behind your eyes, the calm demeanor you try so hard to maintain threatening to snap any moment now. He can tell heâs getting under your skin, which makes him enjoy this all the more. âYouâre gonna pay for your mistakes.â You can feel his grip on your shoulder tighten as his eyes scour your clothed figure as you two stand in the doorway.
âBarry, please. I need that money, Itâs my money. We made a deal, and you got your cut.â You plead, except your voice isnât polite and soft like usual, youâre clearly pissed.Â
âWellâŠthatâs not the only way.â He starts. You have a confused expression etched onto your face as he speaks. âYou can always put in some hours todayâŠâ he explains, his hand dropping from your shoulder to the hem of the t-shirt you stole from Rafe.Â
âBut, weâre closed?â You remind him. âI guessâŠI guess I can come back later for a few hours.â
âNo.â He leans in closer, smirking. His mouth is almost touching the shell of your ear, close enough that you can feel his hot, sticky breath against your skin. âYouâre gonna put some time in right now. A little private session, hm?â His hand moves around to your backside, slowly trailing down the curve of your lower back.Â
You recognize this tone of voice, the suggestion of his words hanging in the air heavily. Really, you canât say no. Because thereâs no fucking way youâre giving him another cent of your hard earned cash. So, you reluctantly agree.
Barry wants the full show, so he makes you get into uniform. He even went through your things, picking out what he wants you to wear. And of course he picks your newest pieces of lingerie, the ones Rafe had just gifted you last night. The one he told you was for his eyes only, which you had fully intended to honor his request, but you couldnât say no to your boss. Barry had turned on all the clubâs lights and music, setting the perfect scene for you both. He takes you into one of the private rooms.Â
First, he has you start off slow, just simply sucking him off. After that, he makes you dance for him for what feels like an hour, until heâs hard again and ready for more. He fucks you. Though it doesnât last long, which youâre glad, since heâs not giving any regard to how you feel. He fucks you selfishly, using you however he pleases. The only thing he does that shows any sort of regard or care for you is not finishing inside you, instead making you swallow his loads. After a couple of hours, he finally lets you leave, saying that youâre all paid upâŠfor now. You figure that since heâs crossed this line with you, itâs not going to be the last. Knowing Barry heâll be making up absurd excuses to make you âpayâ some more.Â
You feel disgusting, so immediately you go home and shower, scrubbing any trace of him off of you. As you stand in front of the mirror wrapped in a towel, you observe the various marks covering your body from your clients. You hate the proof they leave on you, proof that youâre a hooker. You glance at the newer, more vibrant marks on your neck, you canât help but smile a bit as you run your fingers over the bruised skin, remembering how Rafe has created them. Once you realize that youâre smiling at his memory, you immediately stop, shaking the thoughts out of your head.
The next day you return to work, absolutely dreading having to face Barry. Not only him, but youâre getting really over having sex with these wrinkly, old, men who canât even get it up without taking a little pill. Each session you have with a client chipping a small part of yourself away. As you enter the staff room, you practically run into Rafeâs chest, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders, stopping you. The two of you make brief eye contact before he walks out of the room that youâre entering. Barry stands in the center of the room, shaking his head as he looks up at you.
âWell shit,â he scoffs, rubbing a rough hand over his face. âSome boyfriend you got, huh?â Your eyebrows furrow immediately. Barry notices the crease between your brows. âLooks like youâve only got one client now.â He chuckles.
âWaitâŠRafe talked to you?â You ask, wondering if he was being truthful when he said heâd talk to Barry for you.Â
âYeah, Rafe. But donât think that means you ainât gonna get more hours on the floor. I ainât losinâ my main source of cash just âcause your boyfriendâs a little jealous.â
You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes and tell him that heâs not your boyfriend. You can tell heâs pissed and doesnât want to listen to Rafe. Which makes you wonder how he got Barry to agree to this, since you are the âstarâ of the club. Barry scoffs, walking out into the main portion of the club.Â
You feel like a major weight has been lifted off your chest, feeling so much better now that you donât have to sell out your body. Well, other than when youâre dancing. But thatâs different. At least nobody has to touch you anymoreâŠother than those who you actually want touching you.Â
After changing and getting prepared, you work the pole per usual. About an hour into your shift, you spot Rafe sitting across the club, getting a lap dance from one of the other dancers, except he looks like he could care less about herâheâs looking at you. Youâre not jealousâno, definitely not. Why would you be jealous? Heâs just your client; your customer. You make eye contact with him and instead of looking away, you find yourself staring right back at him while you dance.
On your break, you make your way into the back room, where a few of the other girls are also taking their break. Youâve never had problems with the other girls, but youâve never called them friends either, just coworkers. You can hear them talking before you enter the room, and when you walk in, suddenly itâs silent as their heads turn to you. You ignore their stares, heading over to the fridge to grab a yogurt. You hear their whispers as you turn your back to them.Â
âSheâs fucking the boss.â One of them says earning a few gasps and a âreally?â from the others. âYeah, I heard she doesnât have to take clients anymore.â She responds.Â
Another girl adds, âshit, Iâd fuck him too if it meant Iâd get special treatmentâ, earning laughs from everyone in the room. You take a deep breath, slamming the fridge closed and turning to face them.Â
âIâm not getting special treatment!â You say harshly, a stark contrast to your typical shy demeanor.Â
âSo youâre not fucking him?âÂ
Youâre so engulfed in frustration that you donât even notice Rafe and Barry walk into the room. âOkay yeah, I fucked Barry once but it was becauseââ you donât get to finish explaining before youâre cut off by Rafeâs sharp voice, which startles you.
âYou fucked my girl?â He snaps at Barry. In which Barry just smirks in response, only serving to further piss Rafe off.Â
âTheyâre my girls while theyâre working. And I gotta say, she takes her job very seriouslyââ. Before Barry can get anything else out Rafe cuts him off with a quick punch to the jaw, causing him to tumble back. You jump back as all the other girls collectively gasp, but they know better than to intervene. Barry rubs his Jaw, standing up straight and chuckling dryly.Â
âCountry Club,â he laughs. âYou really wanna do this, huh? All for a fuckinâ slut?â Rafe steps forward, punching Barry again before looking up at the others in the room.
âGet the fuck out!â He shouts before looking at Barry, moving to punch him again as the others quickly scurry out of the room. You stay, shocked at the event unfolding in front of youâbecause of you. The fight continues, Barry trying to fight back as best he can, but heâs no match for Rafe, especially since heâs got no motivation.Â
Barry manages to get a few punches in, making Rafe step back for a moment. You see him reach into the back of his jeans, grabbing the gun he has tucked into the waistband of his jeans. You gasp again when you see the gun and step back until your back hits a wall. You know Rafeâs involved in some bad shit and youâre used to seeing him use cocaine, but youâre not used to him having a gun, especially with it being pointed at someone. Before you have time to even think, Rafe hits Barry with his gun, pistol whipping him and making him fall to the floor.Â
Rafe leans forward over Barry, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling his head up until theyâre face-to-face. âCall her a slut againâtouch her again and Iâll fucking kill you.â He spits, letting go of Barry, making his head drop back against the floor, all bloodied and bruised. You make yourself look away, not wanting to see the damage Rafe didâthe damage you caused. âConsider this her notice.â He mutters quickly, tucking the gun back into his waistband as he turns to face you. âLetâs go.â He says quickly, moving to walk out of the room. But you canât move, youâre still in shock from what you just witnessed. When Rafe turns around and sees that youâre not following him he lets out a sharp breath, walking over to you and grabbing you by the arm. âI said letâs go.â His words are demanding and mean, different from the way he typically talks to you. His eyes are cold and distant as he tugs you out of the room, through the club. The others watch him drag you away, not daring to say a word as they stare.Â
Rafe takes you out to the parking lot, shoving you into his truck. You still havenât even spoken a word by the time you get to his house. He pulls into the driveway, putting his truck in park and killing the engine. He speaks, still looking straight out of the windshield and not daring to look at you. âIâm sorry you had to see that.â His voice isnât as rough anymore, though still distant. You donât respond which makes him look over you after a few silent moments. âI said mâsorry.â His voice is a bit louder, making you jump back in your seat.Â
âI heard.â You mumble coldly.Â
Rafe scoffs at your mumbles, feeling like you should be grateful for what he did for you. But youâre the exact opposite. You canât let yourself feel relieved that you donât have to work for Barry anymore. Because that was your job. And unlike Rafe, you actually need a job to survive. Plus, you have no idea what youâve gotten yourself into with Rafe now. You think back to what he had said to Barry just before the fight. He called you his girl. What the fuck does that mean?
His strong grip pulls you out of your thoughts as he tugs out of his truck, bringing you inside his house. He gets you up to his bedroom and you sit on the bed, just thinking in an uncomfortable silence. You blame this on yourself. Youâre the reason the other girls have to sell themselves, because you fucked RafeâŠand you canât stop fucking him. Youâre the reason theyâre in that hell, and you got out of it because of Rafe. Itâs not fair to them. And youâre the reason Rafe nearly killed the man heâs closest to.Â
You watch as Rafe goes into the adjoining bathroom, trying to wash the blood off of his hands, which only reveals that his own knuckles are all battered and bloody. You get up from the bed, padding over to the bathroom. He sees you approach him in the mirror and he keeps his eyes on you. You tap his waist, silently signaling him to turn around. When he turns away from the sink, now leaning up against it instead as he watches you curiously. You carefully take his hands in yours, briefly examining them. âHereâŠâ you let go, grabbing a nearby rag and getting it damp with warm water. âLet meâŠâ you speak softly as you take one of his hands in your own, gently dabbing at his knuckles with the rag. He winces at the contact, âshit, I know, sorry. But I need to clean them.â
âSâfine.â He mutters. Not once does he take his eyes off of your face. He notices how your tongue sticks out of the corner of your mouth as you focus, making the slightest hint of a grin form on his beaten face, which you donât notice of course since youâre too busy cleaning his knuckles.Â
You finish one hand, now cleaning the other which isnât quite as bad since itâs his non-dominant hand. Once youâre done, you look up at him. Heâs standing so close you can practically feel his breath on your face as he stares down at you. Now that youâre finally looking at him for the first time since the fight, you see the bruise forming on his jaw and the slight blood stain at the corner of his mouth. You lift your hand up, gently caressing the bruise. You can tell he wants to wince, but he doesnât let himself, not wanting you to pull your hand away. The tension is so thick itâs almost visible; the silence unbearable. The only sound being that of both of you breathing.Â
âAbout Barryââ you start, feeling like you need to explain why you had slept with him. But Rafe doesnât let you finish, walking away into his bedroom.
âDoesnât matter.â He speaks sharply as he strips down into his boxers, setting his gun in the top drawer of his nightstand. You follow behind him.
âNo, please just let meââ you cut yourself off, annoyed at the fact that heâs avoiding looking at you. You step closer behind him, gently touching his arm which makes him finally turn around. âRafeâŠâ
âWhat?â Rafe snaps, his eyes making uncomfortable eye contact with you, but you donât turn away.Â
âHe made me give him a private session. âSaid I didnât bring back enough money for him. I had to. It was that or give him my money, b-but I need that money. I swear I didnât want to-â You ramble, not sure why you even care to explain yourself to him, itâs not like you need to.Â
âJesus, shut up. I donât care, alright? Just go to bed.â He waves your hand off of his arm, turning his back to you again as he pulls the comforter back and gets under it.Â
You want to ask why youâre even here with him. He brought you here toâŠsleep? Why? But, you decide against it. Instead, you just walk over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. You quickly strip out of your âuniformâ, feeling his eyes burn holes into you as you change into his clothes. You turn the bedroom light off on your way back to the bed. You climb in next to him, keeping somewhat of a distance between you two. Youâre not exactly sure where he stands in all this or what you are. You wait for him to make a move and get closer, but he doesnât. You both just lie there in silence. Eventually you start to doze off, though immediately woken up by the faint sound of a car pulling up, followed by some shouting.Â
âRafe Cameronn,â the voice calls out, soon banging on the door. Itâs Barry. Fuck.Â
You jolt up, but Rafe is already out of bed, pulling on a shirt and sweats, quickly getting downstairs to the door before Barry lets himself in.Â
Still feeling loopy from sleep, you sit up in bed, listening to whatâs happening. You can only hear shouting between the two, but you canât tell what theyâre saying. You leave Rafeâs room, walking more towards the front of the house where you can slightly make out the conversation.Â
You hear Rafe yell, âThe fuck is wrong with you? Did you not hear me say Iâll fucking kill you, huh?! Because I will. You know I will.â
âNah,â Barry laughs. âI donât think you will, country club.â
âYouâre fucking dead.â
âNo, you are.â Barry responds. âPulling that shit on me in my own fucking club?â
When it gets silent, you get worried and peek out one of the windows facing the front of the house. âFuck!â You panic when you notice that Barry has a gun pulled on Rafe who has his hands up. He doesnât have his gun. You run back into Rafeâs room, grabbing his gun from inside his nightstand before you get the chance to think about what youâre doing. After fiddling with it for a moment, you manage to get the safety off.
You rush downstairs and with a deep breath, you swing open the front door, stepping outside with the gun raised, pointing it right at Barry. âPut it down.â You say weakly. Barry laughs at you, which is probably reasonable, you probably look ridiculous standing there with a gun, your hands shaking. You repeat yourself with more confidence and higher volume this time. âPut the fucking gun down! I swear to god Iâll fucking shoot!â Youâd never pictured yourself like this. Hell, youâve never even touched a gun before. And right now, itâs not the situation that scares you the most, but the fact that in this moment, if need be, you will pull the trigger. And itâs that fact that scares you.Â
After some time, Barry gives a dry and defeated chuckle. âAlright, alright! Look,â he tosses the gun aside. You immediately move to give Rafe his gun and you stand behind his large frame. At this point, Barry knows he needs to accept the defeat. He knows heâs not gonna beat Rafe in this, not when it comes to you. âFine, Iâm leaving. I didnât know she was yours like that, âaight? Sheâs done, sheâs all yours now, Rafe.â Barry slowly picks up his gun, tucking it into his waistband before retreating to his car. Once Barry finally drives off, Rafe lowers his gun.
Your heart is racing from the adrenaline. So when you both get inside, youâre practically jumping his bones before the door even closes. Rafe doesnât protest. He carries you up to his room, dropping you down onto the bed. Quickly, heâs shedding his layers until heâs completely bare in front of you. You do the same. He stands over you, staring at you for a moment with a hungry look in his eyes, making you feel like prey. In one move, heâs on top of you, kissing you eagerly. Pulling back to nibble on your earlobe, whispering to you. âFuck that was so fucking hot, baby. Saved my ass back there, huh?âÂ
âIâŠI couldnât watch him hurt you.â Is all you say before his lips are on yours again, his hand thatâs not propping him up over you traveling your naked body, quickly finding your clit. Youâre glad because you didnât want to have to explain any more, because you donât know why you did what you did. Obviously you care for him in some weird, twisted way if you were willing to kill a man to protect him from being shot.Â
His fingers start to circle your clit, making you moan into his mouth. You close your eyes in pleasure. Without warning he pushes into you, gentler than your previous times with him. This time he actually gives you time to adjust. When he starts moving his hips against you, his thrusts are slow and sensual.
âFuckâŠâ you cry out. Your noises rile him up even more, he speeds up, finding the pace that makes you scream out his name. Your fingers dig into his muscular torso as he moves your legs to rest over his shoulders, making him hit the spongy spot deep inside of you.Â
He leans down to kiss and nip at your neck, leaving faint marks behind. His lips trail lower and lower until he reaches your chest, latching onto one of your nipples. Between the unforgiving pace that heâs drilling into you at, his mouth on your chest, and his fingers teasing your clit, youâre seeing stars like you never have before. Your hips try wriggling away from the immense and almost unbearable pleasure, but he pulls you right back in even tighter.
âFuck baby, so fuckinâ tight. Such a good girl fâmeâŠâ he groans against your chest, pressing quick, open-mouthed kisses to your soft skin. âMy fuckinâ good girl, yeah? All fuckinâ mine nowâŠâ he leans back to watch your face, noticing how your eyes are squeezed shut. He takes his hand away from your clit, grabbing your chin roughly. âLook at me.â Rafe demands.Â
You obey, making direct eye contact with him as the band in your stomach snaps, releasing a burning heat that spreads throughout your entire body. His pace slows, working you through your high. Soon after, you feel the unforgivable feeling of him painting your insides with his hot, sticky release.
Eventually he stills inside of you, leaning down to kiss all over your body. When heâs fully soft, he pulls out and rolls off of you, laying on his side next to you. You catch your breath, turning on your side to face him. You canât stop the grin that spreads across your face. âHoly fuckâŠâ you mutter in disbelief. You hadnât thought the last time with him couldâve been topped, but youâve been proven wrong. Something about it wasâŠdifferent. This time it wasnât just sex and you knew it.Â
He reaches out, his touch gentle now rather than rough and desperate. His hair sticking to his sweat-beaded forehead, the look in his eyes and the smile on his face making you melt. âGod, youâre beautiful.â
âRafeâŠâ you say, slightly turning your head. Which he just moves right back to face him.Â
âWhat is it?â His tone is soft and caring, like he actually wants to know whatâs got you so quiet.Â
âNothingâŠwell, itâŠitâs justâŠâ you pause, taking a deep breath before saying what youâre thinking. You prepare yourself for the worst. âYou keepâŠyou keep calling me your girl?âÂ
He questions you back in response, his tone carrying a more serious note this time. âIs that an issue?â He runs his thumb over your eyebrow, admiring your features.
âNoâŠwellâŠI, I guess I just donât know what you mean.â You say honestly, making him breath out a quick sigh. Shit, you think.Â
âI meanâŠyouâre my girl, y/n. You donât need a job, alright? I got plenty money for us both, yeah? You can stay here whenever you want. Youâre mineâŠân Iâm yours, yeah? Howâs that sound, hm?â You just stare at him for a bit, questioning if he really just asked that or your brain is making it up so you donât have to deal with the embarrassment. âY/n?â He repeats softly.
âYeaâŠyeah.â You stutter, making him chuckle at how flustered you are. âLikeâŠboyfriend girlfriend?âÂ
He laughs at your question, finding it adorable. âYeah, like boyfriend girlfriend.â Rafe reassures you, his hand moving from your face to brush through your hair again.
âYes!â You spit out a little too eagerly. You quickly flash a bright shade of red in embarrassment. You gather yourself, speaking at a normal speed now, âyeahâŠum that, that sounds good. I like that.â You smile.
He slides in a quick âI like you.â He smirks, thinking heâs so smooth which makes you laugh. He pulls you in for a soft, tender kiss. Rafe pulls you in, wrapping an arm over you as your head rests on his bare chest. He pulls a sheet up over you both.Â
You lie there in a comfortable silence. Just when youâre about to drift off you tilt your head up to look at him, and heâs already staring at you of course. You mumble, âthank youâŠf-for getting me outta that club.â You lay your head back down and tilts his own head down to kiss your forehead.Â
âThanks for saving me, baby.â
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