You and rafe just arrived at your hotel in the Maldives, a happy couple that just got married, you guys have been together for four years before he proposed and now here you were, on vacation with the love of your life. Rafe was bringing the bags in behind you as he set them by the door before closing it behind him.
"You like it?" He asked with a small smirk, his voice deep, rough. That's one thing you loved about him, it could make you melt in seconds. You nod softly as you look at him with a soft smile, slowly making your way towards him as you wrap your arms around his neck
"I think I love it." You said as your smile widened before you pressed your lips softly against his. He let out a small groan as his arms make their way around your waist, gripping it tightly — not enough to hurt but enough to remind you tomorrow what happened. His hands slid down your waist and past your hips before they stop and grip your ass causing you to let out a small gasp. He chuckled — he loved hearing all your cute little sounds. His hands moved further as they drift to your thighs before he lifts you up and wraps your legs around his waist
You're lips part finally as you both pant harshly, your gaze moves to his — his eyes dark with desire and something else that you couldn't quite tell what it was. He makes his way towards the bedroom before dropping you gently on the bed causing you to giggle and he let out a huff as his brows frown in slight frustration.
"Don't giggle when I'm about to fuck you." He growled as his hands wrap around your ankles and swiftly pull you towards him, causing your core to collide with his hard length in his uniform pants. You couldn't help but moan since it put such a nice pressure against your clit through your shorts — the seam rubbing against you just right.
Rafe smirked at the sound before leaning down as his lips brush softly against your neck causing a small whine to leave your lips as your hips buck, desperate for some type of relief. This only made his smirk widened as he pulls back just enough to look down at you before pressing his hips harder against yours as he slowly starts moving his hips, the friction made you whimper as your eyes flutter shut
"Fuck rafe..." You moan,your hands gripping the hem of his shirt as he leans back down, his dog tags rubbing between your cleavage as he started kissing and nipping at your neck causing marks to appear that you knew people would look at you weird for but you could care less right now. "That's right baby... Say my name." He said in a low groan as his hips speed up causing you to whine as you bite you lip softly.
"Don't hide those pretty noises princess... I wanna hear how good I make you feel." Rafe said as his thumb brushes your bottom lip, pulling it free from your teeth before kissing you, it was messy, tongue and teeth as his hips press harder against yours before he pulls back from the kisses just enough to whisper against your lips
Katsuki Bakugo with an inexperienced girlfriend
MDNI, suggestive
Katsuki with an inexperienced girlfriend. He think she’s the sweetest thing ever and he didn’t even think twice on respecting her boundaries and understanding her situation. In fact, he wants to wait a while, maybe until you guys get to your first of dating before he really tries something but sometimes you’re just so unknowingly needy.
You’ve been feeling weird since the afternoon. you don’t know how it started, you were simply watching Katsuki spar with Eijirou and this weird feeling down by your stomach started to develop. You tried to drink some medicine, use a hot compress, even tried distracting yourself with your own work but the feeling only got worse.
Eventually you couldn’t handle it anymore.
It was a little past dinner when you called him.
The phone rings twice before he picks up.
“Hey doll.” Katsuki greets. Hearing his voice has the feeling in your stomach intensify and you couldn’t help but pinch your eyebrows together.
“Suki? Need your help.” You mumbled, turning over in bed.
You hear some shuffling on the other side of the call before he replies, “What’s wrong?”
“… My tummy feels weird.”
“What kinda weird baby?”
You try to explain the weird feeling as best as you can. Like a heat in your tummy that just won’t go away. Katsuki hums over the line as he listens patiently. Taking in every word.
“Mmm… Can you check something f’me doll?”
You nod your head before you realize your boyfriend can’t see you, “Yeah, I can.”
“Check if your panties are wet.” Katsuki mumbled.
“I didn’t pee myself ‘Suki.” You grumbled, cheeks flushing red from the sheer embarrassment of not just the situation but at what Katsuki was implying.
“I know baby, but just check f’me me alright? Bring your hand down and press against your panties and tell me if it’s wet.”
You do as he says and to your surprise, your panties are indeed wet. Overwhelmingly so that when you bring your hand back up there’s a bit of moisture on your fingertips.
“S’wet.” You mumbled into the phone shyly.
Katsuki hums and you can imagine him nodding his head in the way he does whenever he’s deep in thought.
“Wan’ me to come over ‘n fix it for ya?” Katsuki asked, voice low, “I can make that weird feeling go away baby.”
summary your friends dare you to sext a random account on instagram, who so happens to be dean di laurentis, your worst enemy. despite hating the idea of it, you couldn't deny him, not when he's offering more than you're willing to take.
content SMAU, mature content, sexting, praise, use of pet names, cringe, enemies (but it's one sided), desperate dean, reader has an attitude, and likes being called a brat, lots of teasing, dirty talk with a side of humor
a/n this is kinda rusty but i had sm fun writing it so i hope you guys enjoy reading it!!
vibe rators 😈
al 🦭: alright we've come to a decision
you: ... hello to you too
hans 🐢: hi my sweet angel
al 🦭: there's no time for greetings
al 🦭: this is urgent business
you: i'm scared
you: i don't like where this is going
you: what did you do al
al 🦭: actually me AND hans came to this decision
hans 🐢: i'm only a tad bit involved
hans 🐢: it was her plan
al 🦭: you suggested it??
hans 🐢: I DIDNT????
hans 🐢: i said it would be fun
you: i should leave
al 🦭: get back here.
al 🦭: alright so
al 🦭: do you remember the bet you lost at tucker's party?
you: i don't actually
hans 🐢: look at her trying to escape...
you: don't gang up on me 🙁
you: i thought you guys forgot about that
al 🦭: how could we
al 🦭: we finally get the chance to torture our precious pie
you: don't call me that
hans 🐢: LMAOO
al 🦭: as i was saying
al 🦭: me and hannah finally decided what we want you to do
hans 🐢: why am i more nervous than her
hans 🐢: SPIT IT OUT ALREADY
al 🦭: alright man i was building up the suspense
you: how about girls night and i treat you guys to the most delicious toe curling meals of your lives instead of whatever you have planned ☺️☺️
al 🦭: as tempting as that sounds... what we have is More fun
you: Fuck me.
hans 🐢: i'd love to
you: i'm telling your bf
hans 🐢: hey :c
you: al baby can you please just tell me i'm dying to know
al 🦭: Fine...
al 🦭: okay so how does trolling some random guy online and making him think you're really into him and that he can get into your pants sound
hans 🐢: okay now that you phrase it like this it definitely sounds cringe
you: Okay
you: no
you: i'm not doing that
al 🦭: WHY NOT
hans 🐢: it'll be fun hey...
you: are you guys crazy
you: why would i dm a random MAN that i'm into him.
al 🦭: because men suck and they deserve to be humiliated
hans 🐢: oh wow ❤️
hans 🐢: love that!
you: no but seriously why would i do that
you: out of all the things i could've done why THAT
hans 🐢: because you're very anti love so weve decided to spice up your love life
you: sexting a random man online is going to spice up my love life huh
al 🦭: exactly
you: do i ever have a choice here...
hans 🐢: if you don't feel comfortable you don't have to do it bae
you: it's just really embarrassing
you: but it's fine ig
al 🦭: FUCK YEAH
al 🦭: alright wait i'll grab his profile for you
you: scary
hans 🐢: drumroll drumroll
al 🦭:
you: DI LAURENTIS????
hans 🐢: yeah...
you: oh FUCK no
you: we said a random man not fucking dean di laurentis
hans 🐢: AL I TOLD YOU IT WOULD BE A BAD IDEA
hans 🐢: y/n hates him
you: he's the bane of my existence.
you: i'm not doing that
you: nope not even gonna entertain the idea of it
al 🦭: oh come on
al 🦭: THATS WHAT MAKES IT MORE FUN
al 🦭: laugh in his face
hans 🐢: dean is actually very sweet why do you hate him so much
you: he's a manwhore
you: he's fucked every girl on campus
you: + he's a DICK
you: i don't like him
you: on top of the embarrassment i have to shove compliments in his face???!!??
you: as if his ego needs it
hans 🐢: im giggling
hans 🐢: c'mon it's not that bad
hans 🐢: besides you'll be doing it from an anonymous account so he wont know it's you
al 🦭: PLS PLS PLS YN PLS 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
you: get that ugly emoji off my screen god
you: i'm never ever ever ever ever everrrrrrrr doing anything like this ever again
you: only once
hans 🐢: ONLY ONCE
al 🦭: YES PLS
you: you guys are a little too excited about this
you: i need to avenge myself
al 🦭: do that later
al 🦭: now go on and text him
hans 🐢: keep us updated :3
you: i hate you both
al 🦭: aw ☺️
al 🦭: luv you too
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vibe rators 😈
you: i'm so fucking screwed
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a/n AND THATS IT. this took me so long to fucking do and for WHAT also something is messed up in those ig pics but its too late to figure it out rn... all support is appreciated wahhh i hope this doesn't flops or i'll cry and repost tmr 😇😇
Need a part two of this where dean actually fucks reader and does all the things he said he would…YALL GO SHOW THIS WRITER ALOT OF LOVE THEIR WORK IS AMAZING
I am so sorry that this part two is taking forever, I am currently trying to work on it while doing school and other stuff I have going on but as soon as I finish it will be upload, I’m slowly but surely getting it done guys, here’s a little sneak peak for you guys
Summary | Ari’s been accidentally discovering some of your kinks the past few weeks, and he’s dying to learn more.
Warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! Daddy kink, choking, spitting, humiliation, degradation, sex toys(dildo, clit pump, vibrator), oral f rec, major clit focus on this one, bondage, dumbification, squirting, mean!ari
A/N | I know my one shots are very similar to each other but the kinks I use are what I’m mainly into. Would love some requests from you guys! Also so sorry I've been MIA for the past two years. Long story short I got into a REALLY bad place mentally and needed time to focus on myself. I PROMISE I will start posting more, and there may be a few full-length fics on the way!!
All week, you have been so worked up, watching Ari work in the garden, or cook, or anything really. You both have the week off work, due to it being summer break. He works at the pumpkin patch, since his favorite thing besides you is gardening. You work at a dance studio. You really enjoy watching the kids perform their dances in the winter, and spring showcases. But having all this time off might not have been a good idea. All you want is Ari to stop what he’s doing and ease the ache between your legs. ‘But he’s too busy’, you think, grabbing your book off of your bedside table, before heading out to the pool to read, (and maybe watch Ari work on the garden).
Once you’re seated in one of the lawn chairs, you open your book and get lost in the story. About halfway through a chapter, you hear footsteps coming towards you. He stops at the gate to the pool. “Hi honey, glad you came out here with me, was starting to get lonely.” He jokes, making you smile, but it quickly fades when you see him spit into the green grass below. Usually you would be bothered and grossed out by it, but this time…..you can’t help but feel yourself get needy and wet down there, imagining him spitting on you instead of the ground. “You okay, hun? You seem pretty distracted today.” Ari asks, concerned. “Mhm, yeah. Just didn’t sleep good last night is all.” You lie. And he knows you’re lying, can practically smell your arousal.
Ari discovered your love of spitting on accident. His computer was being slow one day, and he asked to use yours to check his emails. Of course you said yes. You would do anything for him. But once he opened it, the home screen didn’t meet his eyes. Instead a tab was open, a tab to Pornhub. At first he didn’t think much of it, maybe he was working one day and you needed to get off. But once he saw the title, ‘Sexy redhead babe loves being spit on by her older boyfriend’ he was speechless. He never would have guessed you were into these kinds of things. He can’t help but wonder if you have more kinks you’re keeping from him, so he decides to find out. In his own special way.
A week later, he decides to start his plan. He talked to a few of your friends, to see if you talk to them about your bedroom life. You do. He takes notes in his mind of some of the kinks the girls said you mentioned before thanking them, and driving to your local sex shop. Choking, clit play, daddy kink, humiliation, degradation, and bondage. Ari cant believe how you’ve managed to keep this from him. He’s been wanting to rough you up for a while, but was too afraid, in case he hurt you. Now, he’s more than excited, he can feel himself harden in his pants at the thought of making you shake and cry for him. He browses the displays at your local sex shop before picking out restraints, a clit pump, nipple clamps and a vibrator that’s supposedly really strong.
You smile as you see him walk through the front door, confused as to why he’s smirking. “What’s that face for?” You ask as he stalks over to you, wrapping his hand around your neck. “You’ve been keeping things from me, little girl.” He growls, tightening his hand. “What do you have to say for yourself?” You’re absolutely dripping at this point, needing nothing more than to cum for him. “I-I-I don’t know what you mean” you stutter. That makes him angrier. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Your friends told me everything. How you want to be choked and spit on and degraded. How you want to be humiliated by your daddy.” You gasp at his words. You can’t believe your friends would do that to you, yet you can’t help but feel grateful. Because of them, you’re finally getting what you want. “Is that what you want? Want me to treat you like my own personal fucktoy?” You whimper and nod. “Words, whore.” “P-please daddy! Please use me!”
He picks you up before heading to the bedroom, and throwing you down on the bed, making you bounce a little. “Clothes off.” He instructs, and you quickly obey. First, he takes the restraints out of the bag, and attaches them to the bed frame. Then your wrists. He does the same thing to your ankles, leaving you spread out and ready for him. He starts off by kissing your lips, taking your breath away. He shoves his tongue in your mouth, making you whimper. Suddenly he’s gone, planting hickeys all over your neck and collarbones. “Please!” That makes him smirk, already having you desperate for him. “Please what? Use your words.” He teases. “Please daddy! Please make me feel good!” He smirks again before grabbing the clit pump out of the bag, and placing it over your nub. Once it’s nice and puffy, he reaches for the special cream before rubbing a little on your clit, making you whimper. You can already feel the effectiveness working on you, your clit suddenly burning in sensitivity and need. “ Alright, now that you’re prepared, let’s get to the fun part.” He smirks before latching onto your collarbone, sucking and biting, making you whine. “Patience, baby.” He murmurs, kissing down your chest, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucks. Your clit is absolutely throbbing at this point.
Ari suddenly pulls away. "W-What are you....." "Gonna go get a towel to lay under you. I plan for it to be quite a messy night" he doesn't let you finish. He walks away to the hallway closet, before coming back with one of your big beach towels. "Lift your hips for me, pretty girl." You do as he says, and he slides the towel under you. "You ready to get started?" He doesn't give you any time to respond or react before he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks, making you whimper in surprise. He lifts up off your nipple, and leans his head down to your other one, repeating his actions. Once he pulls off, he attaches the clamps, making you wail in pain. "This is what you get for keeping secrets from me, whore. This is part of your punishment." You whine at his tone of mocked anger.
"D-Didn't keep anything from you, daddy! I swear! J-J-Just didn't think you were into all of this!" "You're so stupid, you know that?" He chuckles. "You really thought I was just a plain-old vanilla guy who cums 2 minutes after we start? You have me so wrong, slut." He brings his hand down and starts rubbing your clit, making you wail as your sensitive pearl is finally getting attention. "Yeah, I know it's sensitive down here, baby. But this is how you're gonna make it up yo daddy. By laying there like a helpless fuckhole and taking what I fucking give you." He grabs the cordless vibrator and turns it on, pressing it hardly against your clit, as he shoves two fingers into your dripping heat. "Daddy fuck!" You wail as the pleasure is immediately too much. Much to your dismay, Ari turns the wand up a notch, laughing in mockery. "Such a dumb fucking baby. Can't even take what she's been wanting." How can you be so close already? "I'm gonna cum daddy!" You already have drool spilling out of your mouth. "Not yet, fucking hold it." Ari pumps his fingers harder inside you. If that were possible. Tears are streaming down your face. "Please." You moan brokenly, your brain already slipped into that lost mindset. He knows you're close to coming without permission, so he turns the wand off and pulls his fingers out of your pussy.
"No! Please daddy!" He roughly grabs you by the chin and forces you to look to the left, before spitting harshly onto your cheek, slapping it hard right after. "Don't be an ungrateful bitch! And no more begging! You take what I give you, understand?" You nod, shocked at how harsh he sounds. Ari doesn't appreciate your silence, spitting on you again. "I said do you understand?" "Y-yes daddy! I'm sorry!" He nods approvingly before taking a large, purple dildo from out of the bag. It's not as big as Ari, but it is way thicker. He gives you no warning before shoving it inside you, immediately thrusting it at a brutal pace, making you wail. "S-So fucking good!" Yeah? Does it feel better than my cock?" You quickly shake your head. "N-N-Nothing feels better than your cock, daddy!" You reply. That pleases Ari very much, he rewards you by lowering his head down, wrapping his lips around your clit, and sucks. making you sob in pleasure. Ari knows how much you love his mouth. How much you love feeling his beard rub against your inner thighs. "Daddy!" You moan. He hums against your folds before pulling back to talk. "What is it, slut? What do you need from your daddy?" "I-I-I-I need you....." He sighs in mock frustration. "Come on, slut, use your words! I know your dumb baby brain hasn't gone empty yet. I haven't even fucked you yet!" Your face turns tomato red because of his mockery.
"N-N-N-N-Need you to let me cum! Please make me cum daddy! I've been good!" "You have been good." he agrees. "Alright. You wanna cum? Then I'll make you cum." His mouth returns to your sensitive clit, his right hand continues to pump the dildo inside your tight walls, hitting your G spot instantly, making you sob. "Feels so good doesn't it baby? Does it make you wanna cum?" You nod. "Yes! Makes me wanna cum so bad!" Ari smirks at your response, and grabs the wand, turning it on. "Then be a good girl and cum for me." He says, placing the wand on your clit, making you scream as you squirt, your juices coating the towel under you, the vibrator, the dildo, and some even got on Ari's arm.
"Oh my fucking god!" Ari says in awe and in shock at what he just witnessed. Did you just fucking squirt?" You have never squirted before. "I-I-I'm sorry, Ari! I....." "Shut the fuck up" he cuts you off. "Don't you dare apologize about anything. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I was gonna make you cum a few more times with these toys...... but after seeing you squirt like that, I have to fuck you.' He says, taking the dildo out of you before pulling his blue jeans and boxers down, not taking them all the way off. He grabs a condom from the nightstand drawer, and opens it and rolls it onto his cock. "ready to get fucked dumb, baby? Ready for me to turn you into my cockdrunk little mess?" You nod immediately. "Yes, daddy! Please fuck me!" You beg.
Ari rubs the tip of his cock up and down your slit, making you whine in need. "Please!" You cry out needily. He chuckles and slams his cock into you, immediately thrusting at a rapid pace, makin you wail loudly. "God, you feel so good! So warm and tight." Ari moans, taking your legs and resting them over his shoulders, making his cock hit your G spot. "D-Daddy!" You moan brokenly, your brain quickly going blank, drool slipping out of your mouth without you even noticing. "Look at you! So fucking drunk on daddy's cock you can't even speak properly!" He laughs, the humiliation making you clench around him harder, making him groan.
"Yeah? You like when daddy humiliates you?" You slightly nod, not being able to do much else, because of the amount of pleasure your boyfriend is giving you. He wraps his arm around your neck, making your mouth drop open in a silent scream. "I know it feels good, you stupid cumdump, but you have to take it." His right hand trails down your chest and your stomach, and stops at your clit. He smirks at you, before rubbing your clit. Hard. Tears of pleasure stream down your face, and your legs are shaking violently. "D-D-D-Daddy may I c-c-c-c-c-cum?" He grunts in pleasure. "Do it! Make a mess all over daddy's cock!" And with that you're shaking and squirting all over his cock, clenching around him like a vice. "F-F-F-Fuck, baby! I'm gonna cum!" He warns before he releases into the condom with an animal-like groan.
Once you're both done orgasming, he immediately falls beside you, tossing the used condom into the trash. "Are you okay, angel? Know was pretty rough." You nod sleepily. "I'm okay. That was amazing. I have never came that hard in my life." You giggle, making Ari smile. "Guess i was right about you making quite the mess tonight, huh?" You blush in embarrassment. "I'm just kidding, love. Everything can be washed." You nod with a big grin on your face. "Get some sleep, baby. You need the energy boost." He says, looking at you but you're already fast asleep before he finished his sentence. He kisses your forehead before falling asleep himself, and you make sure to thank your friends next time yiu see them by buying them drinks.
★ summary: late night squawk duty has you restless & you haven’t had alone time with steve in weeks. with very little convincing you give him one song
★ pairing: steve harrington x reader
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fluff, fem reader, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, name calling, steve harrington has a disgusting mouth
★ word count: 2.5k
★ notes: so this was all i could think about while watching season 5 :) expect more of steve this next month
The ambient buzzing of electronics nearly lulled you to sleep as you spun around in the desk chair. Getting put on late-night Squawk duty wasn’t how you wanted to spend your Saturday night, but what else is there to do in a town under martial law, overrun by interdimensional creatures?
“You zoning out over there, princess?” Steve’s voice pulled you out of your moping. Turning your head to see where he was leaning against the wall of tapes, nearly as bored out of his mind as you were.
“No,” you lied, pretending to pay close attention to the vinyl spinning across from you, “Yes. What’s taking Murray so long?”
Steve answered with a shrug, glancing around the booth the two of you were currently holed up in. “You’re just like Robin. So antsy.”
“Well, Robin is currently having a fancy dinner with her girlfriend, while I'm stuck in a stuffy booth with my boyfriend waiting for a psychotic man to smuggle us in intel.” You huffed, body slumping in the chair. “We haven’t been on a date in ages.”
Your boyfriend’s face softened, pushing himself off the shelf to stalk towards you. “Baby-“
“And I know it’s selfish of me to be saying that when the world is basically ending, but-ugh.” You cut yourself off with a groan, watching as he held his hand out for you to grab. You folded your hand in his, letting him spin you out of the chair, pulling your body taut to his.
“It’s not selfish.” He swore, smiling as your hands wrapped around his neck. The gentle sound of Kim Carnes playing in the background. “Come on, dance with me. We can have our own date here.”
You didn’t even have time to protest, Steve taking your body against his swaying messily to the music.
“Okay, okay.” You giggled, doing your best to keep up with each time he tried to spin you in the tiny room. At one point, he kept you latched to his side, leaning over to push the volume control button up. A wide smirk on his face before he spun you around again. Both of your smiles were wide, lost in the joy that radiated off of each other.
“She’s got Bette Davis eyes.” Steve sang off-key, pulling you back from a spin. His front pressed against your back, the two of you swaying along as the song ended. Both of you are out of breath, bodies wracked with giggles. A sweet reprieve of love, one that neither of you realized you needed.
“I love you.” He whispered your name, his warm breath against your ear making your body shiver. His hands still gripping your jean-clad hips.
“I love you. Missed this.” You whispered, feeling his lips trail down your ear, pressing open-mouthed kisses against the skin of your neck. This was something else the end of the world didn’t allocate time for; Steve and you rarely got a moment alone. You loved Robin, but if you weren’t so thankful, she and Vicki finally got together, so it meant you two had a night alone.
His hands reached up your shirt, cupping your breasts through your bra roughly. You were so caught up in his hands, his lips sucking the skin of your neck, you didn’t even realize you were both still very much at the station.
“Baby.” You whined, pushing pathetically against him. You didn’t want him to stop, but the two of you had to keep the music going.
“Hmmm?” He hummed against your skin, one of his hands reaching down your stomach, cupping your clothed cunt. Your stomach turned with want, burning with desire. You repeated the pet name, warning him to stop.
“It’s just us in here. I’ll be fast.” He whispered, his hand popping open your jeans. Fingers pressing against the wet patch that had formed against your panties. He pushed his hips against your ass, his hardening cock pressing against you. You could feel your resolve crumbling with each gentle stroke of your clothed heat.
“You have to be fast.”
“Fuck yes.” He sighed, speeding up the movement of his hands. You were ready to succumb to his ministrations before the silence of the music ending brought you back to reasonable thinking.
“Wait, we can’t let the music go to dead air. They’ll panic.” You whimpered, trying to think as rationally as you could while Steve’s hands were all over you. The last thing you needed was the entire crawl squad busting in here while your pants were down, literally.
“Fuck, fuck what’s the longest song we have?” He reluctantly took his hands off you, rushing to the crates in the back. All you could do was hum in thought, your mind running a thousand miles a minute while Steve threw around records, the bulge in his jeans prominent. If you weren’t so wound up, maybe you would’ve giggled at the sight.
“Fuck uhh Iron Maiden three years ago? They had like a 10-minute song, right?” You offered up, his eyes shining.
“God, baby, I’m gonna fuck the hell out of you.” He whistled, holding up the vinyl like a championship trophy. “13 minutes and 39 seconds to be exact.”
Your cheeks flushed at his words, your underwear getting damper by the minute. “Do you think that’s enough time?”
He scoffed, plopping himself down in the chair. “Look at you asking silly questions. Is 13 minutes enough time to make you come? I could do it in 5. Ridiculous.” He mumbled the last part under his breath, setting the vinyl up quickly.
You rolled your eyes, still unbelieving that you agreed to this. He shushed you while the on-air light flickered on, the neon lights buzzing.
“Alright, Hawkins,” Steve’s radio voice echoed through the microphone. “We are setting sail. This next one is on the longer side, but trust me. It’s gonna be worth every single second.” His eyes were on you, while you made a show of pulling the rough fabric of your pants down your hips.
“Iron Maiden, Rime of the Ancient Mariner, hold on to your sea legs!” And he put the needle down, the on-air light flickering off. The guitar riffs bleeding through his headphones matched the thump of your heart.
“Gotta make every second count.” You smiled, keeping your shirt on for the sake of emergencies. Steve wasted no time in pulling you to him, your lips meeting with a feverish passion. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands found your hips again. His fingers dancing along your waistline, dipping inside your panties. He swallowed your shocked gasps, his fingertips sinking into your soaked cunt at last. “Oh, baby. You really needed this.”
All you could do was nod, your head feeling heavy as you leaned against him. He rubbed lazy circles around your clit before he slid two fingers inside you with little resistance. “S-steve.” You stuttered out, keeping an eye on the vinyl grooves.
“Shhhhh. Don’t focus on that. Gotta get you ready.” He cooed, coaxing more beautiful moans from your lips. Stretching you out as much as he could, given the circumstances. His cock was aching in his jeans, his other hand abandoned your back, fumbling with his zipper. His jeans fell to his knees, his cock sitting large and pretty in his tighty whities you always teased him about.
Your cunt was clenching around his fingers, desperately needing him. When his fingers pulled out tears almost sprang to your eyes, the emptiness made your head spin. “Turn round, baby.” His saccharine voice spoke. You listened, elbows finding the table, leaning against the control panel. His fingers hooked themselves in your underwear, pulling them to the floor.
A strangled moan escaped his lips, “Fuck I wish I had time to taste you.”
“Steve.” You were dripping for him, clenching around nothing while he pulled his cock out. He spat in his hand, rubbing the spit against your entrance. Not like you needed it, but the sensation had your eyes rolling into the back of your head regardless.
“Don’t worry, baby. I got you. Good girl, just like that, take this cock.” The moment his cock slid in between your lips, you were a goner, your cunt sucking his tip in greedily. With every inch he pushed in, you suckled around him, the sound already obscene.
When his hips met yours, he let out a pornographic moan. One that you’d keep in your memory for late nights alone. “So fucking tight. Basically squeezing me to death,” He breathed out, “I’m not going nowhere, baby.” He pulled his cock out halfway, admiring his length dripping in your wetness, before slamming back in. Keeping up a steady pace, hitting the deepest spots inside your cunt from this angle.
“Feel so s’good. Fuck I needed this.” You whimpered out, the faint reflection of the two of you in the glass only spurring you on more. With one hand on your hip, the other cupped the back of your neck, just enough pressure to keep you still. One thing about Steve Harrington was that he knew how to fuck. He knew your body like the back of his hand, and he played it to his advantage every time.
“I know you did. Letting me fuck you in here. Where anyone could walk in.” He growled, watching your ass ripple with each thrust. You clenched around him at his words, only making a deep laugh escape his chest.
“Oh, you like that?” He mocked, your head nodding almost instantly. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe. All you could feel was Steve’s cock splitting you apart.
“Yeah, of course you do, my dirty little slut.” A harsh slap on your ass punctuated his words. This wasn’t making love; this was dirty. A primal fuck that the two of you needed so desperately.
He wasn’t taking your moans for an answer, continuing as his dirty mind ran rampant with each squelch of your cunt around him. “Say it. Say it or I stop.”
You could barely hold yourself up with your elbows, desperately trying to make sure you didn’t hit any buttons. “I’m your dirty little slut. Please don’t stop. Please.”
Tears were pricking your eyes at how fast and deep his movements were, the sound of skin hitting skin drowning out the still-spinning Iron Maiden song in the background. “Not gonna stop. Not until you’re cumming around my cock.”
A particularly deep thrust hit a spot that had your legs shaking, your body almost falling into the control board. Only stopped by Steve’s arm pulling you up to his chest, the position making him deeper inside you if that was even possible.
“You don’t want all of Hawkins hearing you cum around me, do you?” He laughed, pressing sloppy kisses to your shoulder. “Or do you?”
All you could do was nod mindlessly, your high approaching like a freight train. “I bet you’d love that, huh? Do you want me to turn the mic on? Let everyone hear how good I fuck you?”
All you could do was wail, “Steve, Steve, I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, you are.” He grunted, his hand reaching down to rub lazy circles on your swollen clit. “Should we let everyone hear how I make this pussy cream? How only I can make you feel this good?”
That was all it took for you to fall pliant in his arms, your cunt spasming around him. Your vision went dark, legs shaking as the euphoria washed over every nerve in your body.
When you came to Steve’s hips were stuttering, his own high approaching. He was whispering small praises into your ears, hands holding your body close to his. “That’s my girl. Did so well for me. Gonna make me come, huh? Love you.”
“Want it so bad.” You sobbed, your nails digging into his forearms while he stilled, cock twitching, his release deep inside you. Steve’s head shoved deep into the crook of your neck, grunting your name over and over.
The booth was hot, the air humid and sticky with sex. The vinyl crackling next to you two, the song almost over.
“And you thought 13 minutes wasn’t enough.” Steve laughed, sweat dripping off his brow and onto your own slicked skin. The two of you were a mess. The booth's glass is foggy at the bottom.
He pressed a soft kiss to your head before slipping his length out of you, hissing at the friction. His cum dribbled out of you, dripping down your inner thighs, making his over-sensitive cock twitch. “Stop ogling me and get me a towel.” You whined, snapping him out of his boyish haze.
He rifled through your bag using a wet wipe to clean you up, pulling your underwear and pants up for you while you were on shaky legs. You left your pants unbuttoned, content to plop down in the chair. Watching as Steve fumbled around for his own pants. A record scratch brought you out of your own ogling, switching over to another song. Unbothered with an intro this time.
“I’ll get us some water. Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough, was I?” Steve was still out of breath, leaning down to press soft kisses to your lips. You shook your head, a wicked grin on your lips.
“Not at all, baby. Though I didn’t know you were so into the idea of Hawkins hearing you split me open.”
His cheeks flushed, opening the door to the booth. “Shut up. You loved it.”
Your giggles wafted through the building as he walked into the kitchenette to retrieve cold water for the two of you. The moment Steve tossed the chilled bottle to you, you were chugging it down.
“I love you, sweet girl.” He smiled, smoothing down your frizzy hair for you. “Maybe if we get a break from sudden death, I’ll take you to a nice dinner. How’s that?”
Nodding, you leaned into his touch, kissing his hand. “Sounds like a plan, Harrington.”
Your eyes were booting into his; there was no one else you’d rather face death with than him. These last few years have brought the two of you closer with every obstacle.
“Yoo hoo!” A loud voice yelled, the front door of the station banging open with a thud. The two of you jumped up, both still disheveled. “I’ve been waiting outside for like five minutes.” Murray was standing there, eyes already narrowing in on you two. If it wasn’t your appearance, or the sheer smell alone, then your completely unbuttoned pants would have given light to what the two of you had been doing while he waited outside.
Steve was about to speak, getting cut off by Murray’s pointed laugh. “Oh my god. You disgusting kids.” He spoke, nothing but humor in his words. “Meet me outside in a few, and I'll hand over everything. Wash your hands.” He pointed at Steve while you turned around to button your pants back up. Steve was red in the face, holding his hands out like they were poisoned.
“He has a point.” You broke the awkward silence that had been hanging since the door closed.
“Was worth it though,” Steve said with a shit eating grin.
Hi everyone. I am so sorry that part two of "rafe can fix it" is not out yet! My phone died and wasn't charging and I just got a new one. I will try and finish it soon but I don't have an actual date for release yet. I'm sorry for the delay and wait but I will let everyone know a day before it is uploaded that it will be out. If you guys have any ideas or things you also want me to write feel free to send request. Things may take a bit because outside of this I am still doing work and classes part time so things will be abit slow but thank you all for the patience so far and I'm glad u guys are liking the writing we reached 200 likes on my newly weds drabble which I'm thankful for truly. I appreciate the support and love for my writing. Thank you all. Mwah.
Little sneak peak of Rafe can fit it (Molly made a mess pt 2) I'm almost done with it and if I don't finish it tonight I will try to finish it tomorrow. It's taking me longer than I wanted it too but it will be finished soon.
summary: you could’ve taken the high road, but you took rafe cameron instead—on camera, in your ex’s bed, and without a single ounce of regret.
warnings: explicit sexual content (18+), fuckboy!rafe, smut with plot, revenge sex, filming/recording, alcohol consumption (not drunk), petty behavior, humiliation (aimed at your ex), strong language, unprotected sex, p in v sex, dirty talk, mild praise, reader called “pretty”
a/n: i had so much fun writing this omg 😩 i hope you guys enjoy!! <3
The house was already shaking by the time you pulled up. Music thumping through the walls, lights bleeding through the windows, laughter spilling out the front door in waves.
Typical.
Kooks always threw the same kind of party.
Big house. Loud music. Too much money. Not enough sense.
And him—your ex.
Poster boy for it all.
If you’d had any sense, you would’ve waited until morning to grab your stuff. But he’d texted you earlier, something smug about “tonight’s fine,” and you weren’t in the mood to drag it out.
You just wanted your things back.
Heads turned the second you stepped inside, bag slung over your shoulder. The air was thick—sweat, perfume, bass vibrating through the floor. Eyes followed you, some with pity, most with that hungry curiosity Kooks always had for drama that wasn’t theirs.
And then there he was.
Leaning against the counter, beer in hand, that same smirk already in place like he’d been practicing it just for you.
“Well, look who finally decided to show up,” your ex called out, voice loud enough for everyone to hear.
You forced a thin smile. “Just here for my stuff.”
He pushed off the counter, strolling closer until he was right in front of you, confidence dripping from every step.
“Come on. We both know why you’re really here,” he said, tone dipping low—what he probably thought sounded smooth. The smell of alcohol didn’t help his case.
You frowned, face scrunching up in disgust.
“Yeah. To get my shit and leave.” You said flatly, before turning toward the stairs.
But he moved faster, cutting you off.
“Still pretending you don’t miss me?”
You scoffed, arms crossing tight. “What’s to miss? The love triangle between you, me, and your ego?”
That one hit. You saw it in the flicker of his jaw before he recovered.
“Don’t act like that, baby,” he drawled, still trying, still not reading the fucking room.
You rolled your eyes so far back you might’ve slipped into another dimension.
“I’m not your baby. And I’m not acting. Move.” You shoved past him. Hard enough that his drink sloshed in his hand, nearly spilling down his shirt.
He was still running his mouth as you headed for the stairs—every word confirming exactly why you’d left in the first place.
By the time you hit the second floor, the music had dulled to a low, distant thud beneath your feet.
His room looked the same as it always had. The same tangled sheets. The same clothes on the floor. That same heavy mix of overpriced cologne and cheap arrogance still clinging to the air, sharp and overdone, like he thought it could cover everything else.
The feeling tugged at you—strained, bitter—but you pushed it down. You dropped your bag on the edge of the bed and crossed to the dresser, pulling drawers open one by one. You grabbed what was left: a few shirts, your perfume, things you didn’t even remember leaving behind.
In the bathroom, you scooped up the rest with one arm. Skincare, hair ties, half-used bottles that had been sitting there too long. You didn’t stop to check what was worth keeping. Just kept moving, focused on leaving as fast as you could.
All that was left was the nightstand, cluttered with smaller things. An extra charger. Lip balm. A book. Little reminders that once, you’d actually lived here.
You stepped out of the bathroom, quietly cursing under your breath about how ridiculous this all was. About how ridiculous he was.
The zipper on your bag rasped faintly as you tucked the last few bottles inside, the quiet sound almost lost beneath the bass thudding from downstairs. You straightened, brushing your hands against your thighs, already turning toward the nightstand—
Then the bedroom door flew open.
Quick. Sharp.
It slammed shut just as fast, the echo cutting through the music below.
You froze mid-step, pulse skipping as your eyes locked on the figure now standing in front of the door, his back to you.
Broad. Solid. Familiar.
A silhouette you recognized maybe a little too quickly.
Rafe.
His shoulders were tight, like he was bracing for something. Or maybe trying to outrun it.
Your eyes lingered longer than they should have, tracing the tension in his back, the slow rise and fall of his frame. You tilted your head slightly, curiosity slipping into something quieter, something sharper. Because Rafe Cameron didn’t run from anything.
Not people. Not consequences.
He moved through spaces like the world would part for him eventually. Like time itself would slow down just to fall at his feet. And it usually did.
So what the hell had him slipping into rooms, shutting doors like he needed to hide?
The corner of your mouth lifted.
“What are you doing?” you asked. Your voice wasn’t sharp, just amused.
Intrigued, even.
He turned, slow but unbothered, like he’d only just now realized he wasn’t alone. A red solo cup hung from his hand, paired with that same unreadable ease he alway had stamped across his face.
Then his eyes met yours.
His lips twitched up—just barely. It was something crooked, but subtle.
“Hi,” he said. Voice low. Lazy. Like he had no intention of explaining himself.
And knowing him, he probably didn’t.
“Hi,” you echoed, tone matching his, but you didn’t let him steer the conversation. Your smile tugged wider as you took a slow step closer, eyes narrowing just enough to make it playful.
“What are you doing in here?”
A soft chuckle slipped out of him, deep and smooth. His lips parted, maybe to give one of those half-answers he was famous for.
Then you heard it.
A voice from the hallway.
High. Loud. Whiny.
“Rafe?”
It dragged out like a complaint. Followed by another, more desperate call.
“Rafeee—come on.”
He didn’t flinch, but something in his jaw tightened. Just for a second. Like even hearing her voice scraped against something in him.
You glanced toward the door, then back at him.
“I see,” you said, laughing under your breath.
He smirked faintly, lifting his cup for another drink, but his eyes stayed on you, steady and unblinking.
And you felt it—the weight of his stare sinking low in your stomach, warm and heavy.
It had always been like that.
That quiet pull that existed long before you ever admitted it to yourself. The kind that lived in glances that lasted too long and silences that said too much. It was always there, thick in the air, but never acted on.
Your ex made sure of that.
Rafe was “bad news,” “not your type,” “off-limits.”
The one time you’d slipped—bumped into Rafe at a party and muttered a quick apology—it had been enough to start one of those “boundaries” arguments your ex liked to rehash. Over and over. Like saying sorry was a betrayal.
And maybe it was. Not because of you, but because of the way Rafe had looked at you that night—the same way he was looking at you now. Like the room had narrowed to just the two of you, and he didn’t mind letting you know it.
From the hallway, the girl’s voice rose again. Louder this time. Dragging out his name in that grating tone that made it sound like a plea.
Rafe sighed under his breath, muttering something you almost missed. “Shouldn’t have even come. Don’t even like the guy.”
He followed it with a roll of his eyes and a slow shake of his head, like the whole night was one long mistake he was trying to blink out of existence. That familiar mix of irritation and indifference—his signature—settled across his face as he glanced away for a second, then right back to you.
You knew they weren’t real friends, Rafe and your ex. They were more like mutually tolerated acquaintances—something about deals, favors, image. That kind of friendship didn’t last without alcohol or an audience.
Still, you teased.
“If you don’t like him,” you asked, eyes skimming the rim of his cup before meeting his stare again, “then why are you here?”
Rafe’s gaze dragged over you like he was weighing his words, deciding if silence said it better.
When he finally opened his mouth, he flipped it cleanly.
“Why are you?”
You caught it immediately—the shift, the way he dodged without ever breaking eye contact. Typical. But this time, you didn’t press. You let him have the out.
A soft sigh slipped past your lips as you turned toward the bed, the reminder of why you even came here cutting clean through the haze.
“Just grabbing my stuff.” You said, voice taut and measured.
It wasn’t defensive. Just honest. You didn’t owe him more than that.
He nodded slightly, still watching you.
“Yeah, I heard you guys broke up. Shame.”
Your eyes snapped back to him, fast and sharp. “I don’t think so.”
Rafe smirked—not wide, just enough to crease the corner of his mouth. Like he’d been waiting for that.
Then—
“I wasn’t saying it for you.”
His words came smooth and low, carrying a rough edge that landed exactly where they shouldn’t have. Right in that place you pretended didn’t exist—the one you’d denied a hundred times.
You shook your head, trying to clear it, and stepped toward the nightstand for the last of your things.
Rafe didn’t say a word.
He just leaned against the doorframe like he belonged there, one hand wrapped around the solo cup, the other tucked loose into his pocket. His eyes tracked you, slow and steady, dragging over every shift of your body with a focus that pressed heat into your spine.
The silence stretched, but not in a way that begged to be filled. It hung thick in the room, weighted and electric. It curled around your body, crept up your legs, settled just beneath your skin.
You swung your bag over your shoulder and turned toward the door, ready to walk out like you hadn’t noticed. Like your pulse wasn’t racing.
But he was there.
In front of the door again. Still. Calm. Blocking nothing and everything all at once.
Your breath caught before you could stop it. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stood there with the same unreadable expression. The kind that made it hard to tell if he was daring you to leave or waiting for you not to.
Standing that close, the pull hit again. Harder this time.
You could smell the liquor on his breath—sweet and sharp. Feel the warmth radiating off his skin. It filled the space between you, made the distance feel smaller than it was.
You swallowed once, tightening your grip on the strap over your shoulder.
“Have a good night,” you said, voice quiet but steady.
He matched it, tone easy. “You too.”
Your eyes lingered on his face, slow enough to give you away. The sharp angle of his jaw, the line of his nose, the way his lips parted slightly when your gaze dropped to them. A subtle twitch curved the corner of his mouth, like he knew exactly where your thoughts were heading.
Heat curled low in your stomach, thick and undeniable. The air between you thinned. Every inch of space suddenly felt too loud, too charged, too full of the tension you’d spent months pretending wasn’t there.
You felt it in the silence. In the way both of you held still. In the way you waited for the other to break first.
And then—
Fuck it.
You dropped your bag without a second thought, barely hearing it hit the floor. Your hands were already reaching for him, fingers hooking around the back of his neck as you pulled him in fast.
Your mouth crashed into his like you were mad at him for how good it felt. Like the silence, the glances, the weight of his stare had finally worn you down to this.
Rafe moved just as quick.
The red cup left his hand in an instant, beer splashing out as it hit the floor somewhere behind you. He didn’t look to see where it landed. Didn’t care. His hands were already on you, urgent and greedy, dragging down your back, gripping your waist.
Your fingers twisted in his shirt, mouth parting wider as his tongue slid against yours, deep and rough. His grip on you was bruising, palms locked at your hips like he’d been waiting too long to touch you and wasn’t about to be gentle about it.
The kiss turned desperate—messy, breathless, all tongue and teeth and the sound of shallow breathing between half-formed moans. Every step he took pushed you backward until the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed. His weight pressed you into the mattress, the sheets twisting beneath you until—
You felt it.
Something hard, wedged beneath your back.
You broke the kiss just enough to reach down, fingers brushing over the fabric before closing around it. Your chest tightened the moment you brought it into view.
A phone.
His phone.
Your ex’s.
You hadn’t even noticed it earlier in the mess of the unmade bed.
For a second, neither of you moved. The silence stretched thick between your bodies, the weight of it pressing into your ribs. Then your gaze found his again, a flicker of amusement cutting through the heat.
Something passed between you. Unspoken. Instant.
Rafe’s eyes dropped to the phone, then back to you, slow and wicked, before a laugh slipped out.
Then came the smirk. Heavy. Knowing. Like he’d just been handed a gift he wasn’t about to waste.
The air in the room shifted.
Sharper. Dirtier. Meaner in all the right ways.
Without missing a beat, you tilted your head toward the nightstand, voice low.
“There. Prop it against the lamp.”
Rafe didn't ask questions. Didn't hesitate.
He walked over, flipped the phone in his palm, then swiped to the left. The screen lit up instantly, camera open from the lock screen. With one tap, he flipped it to video then pressed record, setting it in place with a casualness that made your skin prickle.
From that angle, your face barely even showed in the frame. But Rafe's? Clear as day. And he didn’t care. If anything, he seemed proud of it.
He turned back to you just as you opened the nightstand drawer.
Your hand reached in, grabbed one of the condoms your ex always kept stashed there. You held it up between two fingers, brows raised in silent question.
Rafe glanced down at it, then up—his eyes dragging over you in one slow pass before a rough, amused laugh slipped out.
“That’s not gonna work,” he said, grin cutting wide. “Too small.”
The jab landed exactly where it was meant to, and you couldn’t help the way your mouth curled. A breathless sound escaped as you tossed the condom across the room without another thought.
Rafe was already leaning in, his mouth catching yours before you could say anything, one hand sliding behind your neck while the other gripped your thigh, pulling you closer.
The kiss turned fast. Messy. His teeth scraped your bottom lip as his tongue pushed deeper. He moved with you, climbing back onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress as he adjusted his hold.
You shifted with him, bodies tangling, lips never separating as you both pushed further into the sheets. His hands roamed without pause, sliding up under your shirt, over your stomach, each touch making your breath catch against his mouth.
Your shirt was gone a moment later, pulled over your head and flung somewhere near the pillows. His hands were already moving lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down, leaving only the thin stretch of your panties behind.
You reached for him next, tugging at the fabric clinging to his chest until he leaned back just enough for you to strip it off. The cotton slid away, revealing muscle and the sharp lines that cut down his stomach. Your fingers trailed over his skin, slow at first, then lower, finding his belt.
Rafe watched you the whole time, smug and silent, while you worked him out of every layer. The buckle clinked under your touch, his pants dragging down his legs before hitting the floor with a thud. His boxers followed, and then he was bare in front of you.
When your gaze dropped, the air caught in your throat.
He was hard already, thick and full, the flushed head slick against his stomach. It sat heavy between you, impossible to ignore, and even harder to forget. You didn’t need to say it—one look and it was obvious.
That condom wouldn’t have stood a chance.
You glanced back up at him, jaw tight with the effort not to react, not to give him the satisfaction. But it was too late. He was already smirking, that same cocky tilt to his mouth that said it all.
Told you so.
His voice came next, low and rough—
“Turn around.”
You didn’t need to be told twice.
You moved fast, quicker than you ever had in your ex’s bed. Your knees sank into the mattress as you turned to face the headboard, hands bracing against the cool sheets. You arched your back just enough, offering more, and behind you, you heard him exhale through his teeth. The sound was sharp, guttural, and it only made your stomach coil tighter.
Your eyes flicked to the nightstand, to the phone propped perfectly in place. The screen reflected the shape of your body, the silhouette of Rafe moving behind you. His hand slid along your waist, steadying you as the other slipped lower, hooking your panties to the side before he lined himself up.
The head of his cock pressed against your entrance—just barely—before he pushed in hard, burying himself to the hilt.
The stretch of him ripped a broken moan from your throat, your arms buckling under the weight of it. He didn’t give you time to adjust, didn’t pull out slow—just gripped your waist tighter and fucked into you like he meant it.
“Shit,” he groaned, voice roughening against the sound of skin on skin. “I knew you’d be this good. Knew it every damn time you looked at me and didn’t say a word.”
You whimpered into the air, thighs trembling under him, the friction almost too much and the praise making it worse. Your hands scrambled for traction, clutching the sheets, but he held you steady, rhythm merciless.
“You’re taking it so well,” he gritted out, hips pounding into yours. “So fuckin’ good.”
You moaned louder, head dropping forward. Each thrust pulsed through every nerve, your breath stuttering as your body hovered between pain and pleasure, desperate to keep up with him.
“Fuck,” he said, voice sharp now, pitched just enough to carry. His grip on your waist tightened, pulling you back into every stroke. “No wonder you’re so pissed all the time.”
You thought he was talking to you at first—until his next one hit.
“Pussy like this, and you still couldn’t keep her?”
Your brows pulled together. Confused. Caught halfway between breathless and blank. Then your eyes slid sideways—back to the camera.
And there he was.
Rafe.
Looking dead into the lens.
You gasped, the realization crawling up your spine faster than his rhythm. Dizzying. Raw.
He wasn’t talking to you.
He was talking to your ex. No shame. No hesitation.
“I’d be mad too,” Rafe said, voice thick. His eyes stayed locked on the lens, mouth curling into something dark. “Had all this and fucked it up.”
His hips never slowed. Never faltered.
He kept driving into you, hard and wet and ruthless, every thrust hitting deep, every snap of his hips landing like a full-stop.
Like he meant every single word.
Rafe leaned forward, his chest brushing your back, breath hot against your ear.
“Bet he never fucked you like this, huh?”
The words scraped down your spine, low and ragged, grinding straight into the center of you.
A soft, broken sound slipped from your throat as your eyes fluttered shut, jaw going slack. His voice, the snap of his hips against your ass, the wet drag of friction between your thighs—it all filled the room in a way you couldn’t escape.
“All that time he spent whining about me…” Rafe grunted, driving into you harder. “And he couldn’t even make you come right.”
Your moan cracked open at the end, wrecked and raw. “Rafe—fuck.”
“That’s right,” he said, voice rough with grit. “Tell him, pretty. Tell him who’s making you feel this good.”
“Rafe,” you gasped again. “Rafe—please.”
He grinned, dark and full of bite.
“Louder. So he can hear what it sounds like when you’re actually enjoying yourself.”
And you did.
You gave him everything. A cry so loud it tore from your throat, echoing off the walls, wild and broken. The kind of sound no one could mistake for anything else.
The kind of sound anyone standing outside that door would’ve heard.
Rafe’s laugh followed, deep and cocky, dragging straight through your already-raw nerves.
He straightened up behind you, hands slipping down to your hips. Then he pushed you down into the mattress, arching your ass higher. A new angle. A deeper stretch.
And when he drove back in, it hit everything, sending you over the edge.
Your legs shook. Your mouth dropped open. You came with a shudder, the orgasm tearing through you in one long, overwhelming wave.
Rafe fucked you through it, hips pressing into you as your body clenched around him, helpless to the pace.
He didn’t stop—not really—but the rhythm eventually shifted, slowing just enough to drag every motion out, grinding deeper until your breath hitched.
His voice came next, thick with control.
“That feel good?”
You moaned, voice wrecked. “Yes.”
He leaned in, chest grazing your back again, his words brushing against your ear.
“Better than him?”
You lifted your head, voice cutting through the noise loud enough for the camera to catch it. The sound that left you was half a moan, half a laugh—mocking and undone all at once.
“So much better.”
Rafe looked straight into the lens, a slow smirk crawling across his lips. No guilt. No apology. Just a man who knew exactly what he was doing, and who he was doing it to.
He didn’t break eye contact with the camera as he buried himself in you over and over, your body jolting with every deep thrust. His fingers dug in harder, holding you in place, forcing you to take every inch. You tried to breathe, to pause, but he didn't let you—not yet.
Because a real fuck didn’t stop at one orgasm.
And your ex?
He was about to learn that the hard way.
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Explicit sexual content (P in V, oral, throatfucking), Rough sex, slapping (face + ass), light degradation, choking,Consensual power imbalance (stripper/sugar daddy dynamic), Overstimulation, spit, face-fucking, dominance/submission, Bratty/bitchy reader x possessive, dominant Rafe, Reader is referred to in second person (“you”), Rafe pays the reader $5,000 to sleep with him.
(since I haven't finished part two of rafe can fix it I'm posting this! Sorry I hope you guys like it!)
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The club was thick with smoke, sweat, and tension. You moved through it like you owned the damn place, hips swaying, heels clicking, glitter smeared over oiled thighs. You could feel every set of eyes on you—but his were different. His stare was predatory, like he’d already stripped you down in his head and made you beg with your mouth full.
Rafe Cameron sat back in the corner, in the velvet VIP booth, one hand on his drink, the other loosely wrapped around a rolled blunt. His shirt was unbuttoned just enough to see that smug tattoo peeking out, and those piercing blue eyes locked on you like he was ready to buy and ruin you all in one night.
When your set ended, you didn’t even wait for a summons—you walked straight to him.
“What do you want, trust fund?” you asked, arms crossed under your chest, chewing your gum slow just to be a bitch about it.
He leaned forward, voice low and smug. “You. For the night. Five grand.”
You blinked. “The fuck did you just say?”
“I said I’ll give you five thousand dollars. Cash. Right now. If you leave with me and let me fuck you however I want.”
You laughed. “What, no dinner first?”
“Baby,” he smirked, “I’m not here to wine and dine. I’m here to wreck your pretty little attitude until you forget how to act like a bitch.”
You stared at him for a beat, gum snapping. “You got the cash?”
He grabbed a black envelope from beside him and dropped it on the table. Thick. Heavy. Untraceable.
Your mouth twitched. “Then get the fuck up. You just bought yourself a bitch.”
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His place was cold and expensive, like he didn’t live there—just fucked there. You had barely walked in before he had you slammed against the wall, tongue down your throat, hands gripping your thighs so tight it hurt.
“You always this mouthy?” he growled, ripping the strings of your thong down with one brutal tug.
“Only for assholes who pay for pussy,” you snapped back.
He slapped you across the face.
Not too hard—but enough to sting.
Your eyes widened. Your pussy throbbed.
“You liked that,” he said darkly, cock pressing against your practically bare slit. “Fucking slut.”
You spat on his chest. “Then do something about it.”
And he did.
He dragged you to the bedroom by your throat, tossed you onto the mattress like a rag doll, and climbed over you, already undoing his belt.
“I’m gonna use every inch of your fucking mouth,” he growled. “And you’re gonna thank me with spit and tears.”
He shoved his cock between your lips before you could sass him again. No warning. No prep.
Just dominance.
You gagged instantly, but he didn’t stop—he held your head there, palm flat on your skull, forcing your throat to stretch around him.
“Look at that,” he groaned. “Bratty little stripper taking cock down her throat like a goddamn professional.”
Your mascara smeared, saliva dripping down your chin as he face-fucked you, hard and deep, moaning at the way your throat contracted every time you tried to breathe. His balls slapped your chin. He pulled out just to spit in your mouth and shove himself back in.
“You want the five grand, don’t you? Take it, slut. Take all of it.”
You choked, tears spilling, but you didn’t stop. You grabbed his thighs for balance as he used your mouth like a fleshlight, grunting with each thrust.
He finally pulled out with a wet pop, cock glistening, your spit dripping to your tits.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered. “Face down, ass up.”
You smirked as you obeyed, deliberately slow, sticking your ass out for him like a goddamn invitation.
“Now fuck me, rich boy. Earn it.”
He slapped your ass so hard your hips jerked. “You’re gonna regret that mouth.”
Rafe pulled your panties to the side, not even bothering to take them off before he slammed into you, balls-deep in one thrust. You screamed into the sheets, walls gripping him like a vice.
He set a brutal rhythm, slapping your ass, grabbing your hair, fucking you so hard your tits bounced with every stroke. He grabbed your throat from behind, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch.
“You’re mine tonight,” he hissed, burying himself to the hilt. “My little money-hungry cumdump.”
You moaned into the mattress. “Harder—fuck, Rafe—harder.”
He picked up speed, hands gripping your hips, nails digging in until your skin bruised. He reached around to rub your clit, rough circles that made your legs tremble.
“Cum, bitch,” he ordered. “Now.”
Your orgasm tore through you, loud and shaking, clenching around him like your body refused to let go. But he didn’t stop.
Rafe flipped you over, shoved your knees to your chest, and started again.
“Too much—Rafe—”
“Shut up,” he growled, spit dripping from his mouth to yours. “You can take it. You fucking will.”
Your second orgasm hit fast—painful and perfect, leaving you limp and ruined. You clawed at his shoulders, moaning brokenly.
He kissed you once—hard, messy—before pulling out and jerking himself over your face. Hot cum splattered your cheeks, lips, and tits as he groaned your name like a prayer.
You laid there shaking, throat raw, mascara ruined, lips swollen.
He lit a cigarette, took a drag, and handed you the envelope.
“Worth the money?” he asked.
You smiled through the filth, licking some of him from your lips.
yes Queen we need pt 2 of dealer rafe 🙈🙈😭😭😭😋😋 that was so good girl u ATEEE
need him to make me crawl on my knees w tears streaming down my face ASAPpp
Hehe. Thank you. I'm glad you guys like it. I'll be working on part 2 later since I'm busy atm but I will try and have it in my drafts tonight and try to post it tomorrow.
Reader is of legal age. Everything is consensual, just mean.
You weren’t supposed to take the whole capsule. But when did you ever listen to Rafe Cameron?
You sat on your bedroom floor, head tilted back against the wall, your legs spread wide open because your body wouldn’t stop buzzing. It felt like your skin was on fire, your clit twitching with every breath, every flicker of light, every thought of him. It was pathetic.
You were half-high, half-drenched, and all attitude.
You grabbed your phone and called him again. He picked up on the second ring.
“What now?”
“Oh, so now you answer?”
“You’ve called me four times.”
“Because you gave me that new molly like a jackass and didn’t warn me it was gonna turn me into a fuckin’ nympho. I’m crawling out of my skin over here.”
Rafe groaned low. “Did you take the whole thing?”
“…No.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“…Maybe.”
“You’re such a dumb fuckin’ brat, you know that?”
“And you’re a dealer with no customer service.”
There was a pause. Then: “Be ready in five.”
He didn’t knock. He never did.
He just shoved the door open and stalked in like he owned the place. His jaw was clenched, dark brows furrowed. You smirked up at him from the floor, practically vibrating.
“Took you long enough.”
His eyes dropped to your thighs—bare, glistening, parted. “You’re seriously dressed like that for me?”
“It’s my house. You’re lucky I didn’t show up naked, since you ruined me with that drug.”
“You ruined yourself. But I’ll clean up your mess,” he muttered, yanking you up by the arm.
“Careful,” you sneered, jerking your hand back. “I’m not one of your little drugged-up whores, Rafe. I don’t beg.”
He chuckled darkly. “That’s funny,” he said, dragging you by the hair to the kitchen counter. “Because I can smell how fuckin’ wet you are from here. Face down.”
“Go to hell—”
He bent you over the counter before you could finish, holding you there with one hand on the back of your neck. “I said face down. You don’t get to mouth off after overdosing on my shit and calling me like some desperate junkie.”
You hissed, squirming, but he kicked your legs apart wider and shoved your tank top up. “God, you’re such a little bitch,” he muttered, palming your ass. “You get high, get horny, and suddenly I’m supposed to drop everything to stretch out this tight little hole like it’s a fuckin’ emergency.”
You gasped sharply when his hand cracked across your ass.
“You like this,” he growled, spanking you again, harder. “Don’t lie.”
Your throat caught on a moan, but you still spat back, “I’ve had better.”
Rafe laughed low. “Liar.”
Then he stepped back—and you heard it.
The sharp metallic sound of his belt unbuckling. The rasp of the zipper. The wet thud of his cock slapping against his abdomen when he shoved both his pants and boxers down in one rough move.
“Look at you,” he said, pumping himself slow and steady. “High, soaked, and still talkin’ shit.”
You twisted to glare back at him, catching a glimpse of him stroking his thick, veiny cock—angry red and already leaking at the tip. Your throat went dry. You hated how badly you wanted it.
“You done playing with yourself?” you snapped. “Or do I have to sit here all night while you jerk off to my ass like some—ahhh—!”
He didn’t wait. He pushed in with one brutal thrust, bottoming out in seconds.
Your eyes rolled back.
He didn’t give you time to adjust. Rafe grabbed your hips and fucked into you hard, dragging your body back to meet every thrust like he was trying to break you in half.
“You feel this?” he hissed. “That’s your punishment. For being a fuckin’ brat. For acting like you don’t need me.”
Your hands scrabbled at the counter, nails digging into the wood. “F-fuck—Rafe—slow down—”
“No,” he snapped. “You wanted this. You called me for this. Now you take what you’re given like a good little drugged-out slut.”
He leaned over you, hips still slamming into your soaked cunt, his chest brushing your back, lips against your ear.
“Say thank you.”
You shook your head, whining.
“Say it or I’ll pull out and make you beg to come.”
“…Thank you,” you choked out.
“For what?” He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back, growling against your neck.
“…For fixing me.”
“Damn right.”
You were trembling now, whole body locking up with heat. You were gonna come and it was going to wreck you. You hated how much you loved it.
“Let me come, please—please—” you begged, drooling, tears pricking your eyes.
“Too late,” he snarled. “You’re already fuckin’ coming.”
And he was right—your walls clamped around him, wet and fluttering, your vision whiting out as the orgasm slammed into you so hard your knees nearly gave out. He kept going, fucking you through it, your name spilling from his mouth in groans, hips frantic, messy—
Then he stilled.
You felt it—throb, pulse, spill. Warm.
“Fuckin’ mine,” he hissed, rutting into you once more. “You don’t go to anyone else for a fix. Not drugs, not cock, nothing. You hear me?”
You whimpered, brain half-melted. “Yeah. I hear you.”
He pulled out slowly, admiring the mess leaking out of you with a satisfied smirk.
“Don’t clean that up,” he said. “I want you to feel me all night.”
You were too fucked-out to answer.
“Next time you talk to me like that,” he added, dragging his fingers along your thigh and sucking them clean, “I’ll make you crawl on your knees and beg with tears in your eyes.”
You still had some brat left in you. “You wish.”
Rafe grinned darkly. “Nah, princess. You wish. I make your wishes come true.”
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Let me know if you want a part two — maybe she tries to get off without him and he catches her. Or she flirts with another dealer, and Rafe shows her exactly who owns her.
SUMMARY: interrupting dealer rafe while he's trying to handle his own business never ends up gentle for you... and rafe has a particular way to make sure you remember that!
CONTENT WARNINGS: 17+ content!, rough sex, smoking during sex, vaginal sex, degrading kink, dominant! rafe cameron, dirty talk, rafe is a meanie, choking, dacryphillia, dubcon-undertones, edging
AUTHOR'S NOTE: day thirteen! decided to do rafe for this one too because he's such an asshole, I kind of love him. the only reason I put dub-con is because of the smoking aspect and the reader is forced to do it, but other than that, it's just rafe being a fucking dickhead—
“look at you, filthy slut.”
rafe groans as his hips snap in and out, his cock burying itself in your sobbing pussy with each move. his right hand holds your calf as his left hand remained unused.
the bed squeaks loudly with each thrust, the headboard smashing against the wall as your hands presses against rafe’s chest, the right pointer finger hooking around his chain as your walls clench around him. “r-rafe! i’m sorry! i really am! oh fuck!” you moan out, tears streaming down your face as you feel his hands on your body, his cock pounding into you with no mercy and no sign of stoping.
rafe's grip on your calf gets tighter, making handprints on the skin as he pounds into you with brutal force, "filthy fuckin’ girl. can't even respect my business." he groans, his thick cock stretches you wide, each thrust hitting deep and making you gasp.
leaning over you, chest against yours, his hot breath blows against your ear as his words hit your ear. “this is what happens when you decide barge in uninvited and think you can take my time and turn it into your time. now you're gonna take your punishment like a good little slut."
“please- please…” you moan, chin being decorated with your drool as each kiss on your cervix brings you closer and closer to your orgasm, eyes nearly rolling back. “please… rafey, i-im sorry! I really am, rafe!” You beg, looking at him with a begging gaze.
rafe nods along with your words, his smirk is shit eating as he continues to piston his hips within you. “you know, you're a good slut, but you sure as shit don't know how to shut up sometimes... this wouldn't have happened if you just minded your buisness...” he groans out loid, thighs pressing against your thighs as his cock uncaring continues to stroke against your walls, pussy fluttering with each movement.
rafe's hand slides up your chest to wrap around your throat, his fingers wrapping so easily around your throat that it’s nearly pathetic in the best way possible. he leans back, his back going straight as your leg remains on his shoulder, his left hand forcefully bending your right leg, your knee hitting your right breast.
your nails dig into his chest, feeling closer and closer to the orgasm you’ve been chasing, legs shaking and eyes rolling back behind your skull. “r-rafe! fuck! ‘so close rafe!” you choked out, barley being able to get the words out due to rafe’s fingers on your neck, specifically your pulsing point. “i’m sorry! ‘s-so sorry for inter— interrupting you! oh fuck! please, l-let me cum!”
rafe chuckles darkly at your apologies, not letting up on his pace, almost showing you that he doesn’t accept your apologies. "save it, princess," he groans, his voice low and gravelly. "your words don't mean shit right now.”
his thick fingers tighten around your throat, applying even more pressure that you’re sure will make you black out, but not enough to cut off air completely. he’s enjoying this, savoring the sight of you beneath him, pleading for mercy even as your pussy clamps down around his dick like a vice.
“look at ‘ya, spread open and begging for more," rafe growls, his eyes roaming over your flushed skin. "fuck, you love getting used like this, don't you?”
you try to respond to his words, opening your mouth but nothing coming out except moans and groans. it feels too damn good to respond, your mouth hung open.
rafe’s eyebrows furrow, not appreciating how you didn’t respond to him. he undoes his fingers around your throat, giving you finally air as your lungs greedily take all of it. his hand finds itself on your cheek, slapping your face with his hand as your skin registers the slap, not aggressive but not gentle either. “you gonna answer me, princess or you gonna keep on being a greedy brat?”
you try to speak, you really do, but it’s almost as if the pleasure is blocking you from speaking. your nails remain in his chest, drool finding itself down your chin as you go to speak, tears going down your face. “rafe… r-rafe.”
his left hand reaches between your bodies, finding your clit and pinching the sensitive nub harshly. The sudden pain makes you jerk and whimper, your walls fluttering around his invading cock. he shakes his head with amusement. “even without talking, your filthy cunt tells me everything I need to know," rafe sneers, his rhythm becoming erratic, his hips moving before his mind. “look at you, ruining your pretty face with those tears…”
I know how to make you speak. rafe lets go of your calf, letting it fall to the bed as he reaches over to the messy bedside table, abruptly stopping his thrusts. you whimper at the sudden pause of his thrusts, drools falling down your chin as you can’t register anything besides the pause of his thrusts.
“rafe— rafe, w-why did you st— stop?” you begged for an answer, trying to move your hips to make the sensations of his thrusts again, but it doesn’t feel the same as rafe’s movements.
his left hand reaches and grabs one of the cigarettes from the half empty box of marlboro’s that’s sitting with the box cap open, grabbing the lighter sitting next to it with his right hand and sliding the cigarette into his mouth, biting down on it between his teeth.
with the cigarette between his teeth, he temporarily lets go of all parts of your body, latching open the lighter and flicking it on, the red and orange light coming from the created flame fills the room as he puts it up to the head of the cigarette, watching as the head slowly destroys itself as the embers and nicotine begin to fill the room. latching the lighter close, he lazily throws it to the nightstand, the metal hitting the wooden table.
rafe's gaze bores into yours, waiting for you to speak. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he tries to calm his breathing, the smoke curling out from between his lips. He looks almost... amused, despite all the tension still coiled in his muscles.
“well?" he finally prompts, his voice muffled slightly by the cigarette. "you ‘gonna apologize properly, or do I need to remind you?" he takes a slow drag, holding the smoke in his mouth before exhaling it directly in your face, holding your face with his left hand, his fingers gripping your jaw uncaringly. the acrid scent of the smoke fills your nostrils, mingling with the musky aroma of your sweat covered bodies as you squint your eyes closed, not wanting any of the smoke in your eyes.
you groan as your mouth is invading by the smoke, coughing as the cigarette smoke fills your lungs. you try to catch your breath, nails desperately trying to cling onto him as you struggle to breathe, it’s so wrong but it’s so good. “rafe!— f-fuck.”
rafe watches intently as you struggle to form words, the anticipation making his cock twitch inside you. after a moment, he leans in closer, the tip of the cigarette hovering near your parted lips.
“open up, sweetheart," he murmurs, his tone low and husky, his right hand holding the cigarette between his pointer and middle fingers and his left hand slapping your cheek, signaling for you to open your pretty mouth. "have a taste of what you've earned yourself."
rafe slowly pushes the lit end of the cigarette between out of his mouth, his mouth full of the smoke as he parts your lips, blowing out the smoke directly into your mouth. the bitter flavor of the cigarette coating your mouth as it hits the back of your throat. his fingers holds your mouth closed, watching as you choke back a cough, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.
he smirks as he sees the mix of pain and pleasure on your face, the way your body reacts to the foreign taste of smoke. he pulls back slightly, giving you a chance to catch your breath before leaning in again.
“that's it, take it all in," he encourages, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. he uses his thumb to part your lips again, the remnants of the first puff of smoke pouring out lightly.
he blows another stream of smoke into your mouth, holding it there until you start to gag. then, with a wicked glint in his eye, he withdraws, leaving you to cough out the burnt feeling of smoke, spiting some of it out as the unwanted nicotine cements itself in your lungs and back of your throat.
“now, where were we?" rafe asks himself, his left hand sliding back between your thighs to resume his merciless pounding, gripping your abdomen as his thumb rubs your vulva.
"oh yeah, your tight slutty cunt milking my cock for forgiveness..." he says, putting the still-burning cigarette in his mouth as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix…
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he's such an asshole, I kind of want him in a way-- I remember I had this in my drafts for soooo damn long but never posted it, so decided to re-work it, make it better, and post it for kinktober!
