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having a misandristic woman like twenty-seven year old leilani johnson and a misogynistic man like twenty-three year old brandon durami fall in love with each other was nothing short of chaos.
their secret year long relationship has been overwhelmingly passionate yet volatile. not only is there verbal abuse, physical abuse and mental cheating on both ends but there's romantic dates, luxurious gifts, mind blowing sex and heart to heart conversations. they're infatuated with each other and they just can't seem to leave one another alone. there's something intoxicating about watching a man-eater and womanizer finally catch feelings.
they met last summer. with leilani being a "yacht girl"-- a social media famous influencer whose discretely paid to provide company to wealthy men in exchange for money-- she was paid to be seen having fun with brandon and his other famous, professional soccer teammates on a yacht after a win in the team's base; which is in the city of london.
in brandon's eyes, leilani was like a diamond in a sea of rhinestones compared to the other yacht girls on the boat that night. every woman threw themselves at him and his teammates except for leilani who barely socialized with anyone. she looked drop dead gorgeous with her caramel colored skin shimmering with body oil, cinnamon colored curls, skin tight cocktail mini dress that adorned her petite figure as she sipped her martini in the corner with a mug on her face-- her aura screamed that she only gave a fuck about making her money and looking good. he heard the rumors of her being strict with her profession. she may've been seen with a lot of men but she never was intimate with them-- he wanted nothing but to conquer her.
of course leilani rejected brandon that night on the yacht.. and the day after when he showed up at her hotel.. and a week later when he mailed flowers and an expensive necklace to her public p.o. box in los angeles. it took him almost two months of persistent charming to finally get her on a date and another two months after that to finally get in her panties. dating her was like winning the lottery for him. he was able to get ahold of the most gorgeous woman that denied other famous millionaires before him. he feels like she is his possession.. and she hates that.
leilani johnson knew she had no business getting involved with brandon durami, she knew he was crazy before she even met him. not only is he famous for being one of the best soccer players in the world but he's also infamously known to have a big ego, a hot temper and a craving to entertain women then discard them.
she tried her best to deny his advances but he wore her down eventually. she couldn't help that she was attracted to him and enjoyed being showered in his money and gifts-- so much money to the point where she no longer has to be a yacht girl anymore. he'd spent thousands on her not including the luxurious condo in london he surprised her with. he paid a whole lease's worth of rent in the same country he resided in just so he can keep an eye on her. she wanted to say no but why would she? who'd pick residing in a studio apartment in california over living rent free in a high rise condo in a foreign country? she knew once she accepted that place she wouldn't be able to leave like she wanted to though.
she hates how she's finding herself actually liking a man. this has never happened to her before and every chance she gets she tries to break up with brandon-- over his dead body is he going to ever let her go though. much like johnson, this is also durami's first time genuinely developing romantic feelings for a woman. neither of them can tell if it's true love or ego.
sunday, july 12th 2026.
8 p.m.
leilani's condo
omniscient
leilani was cozy in her silk tank top and shorts pajama set in her living room, just folding her laundry when she heard keys twisting in her door-- she immediately became irritated. she was having a wonderful night and here comes brandon randomly popping up on her with a new key even after she changed the locks. they haven't seen each other in over two weeks since she told him she wanted to break up with him for the trillionth time but this time she mean it.. or at least she thought i did. seeing him storm through her door with a fresh cut, grey sweats and a wife beater made her breath hitch in her throat.
"you've lost your mind now, innit?!"
the british man pointed at her, feeling a fury so hot that it can make even the devil sweat.
"how'd you get a new key to my shit?"
he let out a dry, unamused laugh walking towards where she sat.
"my name is on the lease too, this is my shit! and newsflash, i know everything that goes on in my shit,"
he emphasized "my shit" now hovering over her.
"why in the bloody hell am i hearing you had deondre atkins in here last night? i swear to god lani, i will set this bitch ablaze!"
leilani's heart stopped for a second, looking down still folding her clothing. how the fuck does he know that she spent last night with deondre atkins?
ya see, deondre atkins is a famous, professional soccer player as well. his team actually just played against brandon's team last month and won in a close match-- that's where she met him while she was quietly supporting her boyfriend. the pair secretly exchanged numbers and she loved the idea of entertaining a cute guy that just beat her hot and cold boyfriend in a televised soccer game.
she just harmlessly texted, called and face-timed deondre here and there until blogs posted pictures of a drunk brandon dancing with some instagram model in the club-- he had his arms wrapped around her as she grinded on his crotch. it even looked like they were kissing in one of the pictures.
while the world (besides their close friends) have no clue that brandon and leilani are in a relationship, the situation was still embarrassing to her and she'll never admit it out loud but it broke her heart.
they had never physically cheated on each other before. now sure they would do petty things like verbally entertain other people just to see if they still "got it" but neither of them ever crossed that line.. until now.
brandon swore up and down it was just a dance that he shared with the woman in a drunken state; he said he didn't even kiss her. leilani didn't buy it. not only did she block him on everything but she changed the locks and allowed herself to start spending time with deondre. sure he's cute and he clearly adores her but he's no brandon durami.
she had no intentions of even inviting him over late last night but she realized her air conditioner wasn't working after coming in from a night out. she needed someone to fix it as soon as possible because she wasn't about to spend a second being uncomfortable in the summer's heat. usually she'd call brandon up for a situation like this but since he was out of the discussion her next best option was deondre.
still slightly tipsy from the fruity drinks she sipped on with her friends at the club earlier, she invited him over and let him fix her air unit.. and let him eat her box.
"answer me!"
he aggressively demanded, grabbing the clothes out of her hand and throwing it on the floor.
"brandon, what the fuck?! it's none of you're business asshole! i don't want you anymore, remember?"
leilani stood up to pick up the laundry but the baller grabbed her wrist and turned her back to face him roughly but swiftly.
"so you really had him in here, huh? you fuck him?"
she could hear his heart beating hard against of his chest.. he's nervous.
the past couple weeks brandon has been paying the condo's front desk receptionist to keep tabs on leilani since she broke up with him. usually when she would threaten to leave him, she wouldn't actually do it; but this time was different. he really fucked up this time. it was true, it was only just a dance but he knew it looked crazy. especially after lying to her and saying he wasn't partying when in reality he was.
it seemed as though she was really done with him and it's been driving him crazy. even busy with training, he hasn't skipped a day of having some type of gift delivered to her doorstep. he still felt like he had a chance to get back in her good graces. he thought there wasn't anyone she would be entertaining this fresh off a relationship split until today.
he was starting to think paying the receptionist off was waste of money because she never had any dirt on his girl besides notifying him about her new locks. but when the receptionist called him up this morning and broke the news to him about deondre creeping through there late last night he was thankful. heartbroken but thankful that he can stop their budding romance from flourishing nonetheless.
he was out of the country for an event he recently attended and as soon as he got off the phone he booked a flight to london. he's been thinking about this shit all day.
his thoughts ran wild. how does she know deondre? did they meet before, during or after he beat me in last month's match? why deondre? is it because he's closer to her age? is she trying to belittle me by fucking my opponent? oh wait.. did they actually fuck? was she fucking him while were still together? what did they do in the condominium that my dumb ass bought for her? what positions were they in? did he get her wet? did she give him head? did he make her moan? did he give her something so good that she'd never even look my way again? is this shit really over?
"just tell me the truth leilani. did you let him fuck?"
a smirk curved onto her juicy lips remembering how hurt she was that night she saw him photographed in the club with that floozy. now it's his turn to feel it.
"nah, not yet. he did eat my pussy though. let's just say.. he definitely knows more tricks than you. it's felt so good to finally be with a grown man."
it took brandon a few seconds for leilani's words to sink in and the crushed expression on his face made her chuckle maniacally.
one of the biggest reasons it took a while for the leilani to get in to a relationship with brandon was because of the four year age gap they have. in the grand scheme of things the age gap is pretty normal; they're peers. but it's something that leilani bought up every once in awhile to get under his skin.
he felt an overwhelming amount of hurt that quickly turned to rage and before he knew it his ex-girlfriend's giggles turned to gasps of air as he choked her up against the wall.
"you fucking whore! getting your rocks off in the flat that i bought?! with my fucking opponent?!"
he spoke inches away from her face through gritted teeth; towering a foot over her petite frame.
"you cheated on me while were together & i'm the whore?"
the retired yacht girl barely was able to speak with her ex's strong, callused hand wrapped around her throat. he gripped her tighter causing her to now struggle to breath.
"shut the fuck up about those stupid ass pictures you saw of me in the club! i never fucked that slag but i might as well have!"
the footballer aggressively let go and turned around, heading to her room.
"oh you might as well huh?"
leilani rubbed her neck following his footsteps. it finally clicked that he really didn't physically cheat on her like she thought because if he did, right now would've been the perfect time to throw it in her face. that made her feel a bit better but she still doesn't feel remorseful.
"absolutely! i'm so glad i never claimed you publicly! you're literally the industry's toy! so fucking embarrassing!"
"where you going? get the fuck out!"
"nah! you get the fuck out! you think you can just stay here rent free gargling dicks all day? nah!"
the six foot one athlete made it to her perfectly tidy room and immediately opened the closet looking for a suitcase. as soon as he spotted the valise, he threw it open on the floor and mindlessly tossed her lavish wardrobe into it-- hangers and all.
"really?! see this that childish lil boy shit i'm talking about! now you wanna be an indian giver because i don't want yo ass nomore?!"
"shut the fuck up."
brandon scrunched his face in disgust as he continue to empty her closet, carelessly and accidentally ripping an expensive vintage dress along the way.
"my cavalli!"
the shopaholic gasped as she saw her 2002 robert cavalli summer sundress join the pile with a fresh tear in it. she picked it up, examining it in utter shock and grief as her ex kept tossing her clothes out ignoring her.
"i paid twelve hundred dollars for this dress in a bidding war on ebay you fucking lunatic! get the hell out of my closet!"
"this is my closet. go back to living in your box in l.a."
he said without making eye contact.
fine. she's not going to beg. he can have his high rise back. she may not be able to afford something like this yet but she can definitely manage a better living situation than she was in before.
"whatever. i'm finna call deondre so he can come pick me up."
that made brandon freeze and turn around to face her.
"wait what?"
she looked at him confused as she picked her phone up off the charger.
"you heard me."
durami marched towards her as she looked through her contacts for his name.
"you're not about to call him in my face. have you lost your bloody mind?"
he went to snatch her phone but she held it close to her chest before he could.
"the fuck are you doing? i'm calling somebody to help me move out of here like you want--"
"and then what? you're just gonna go stay with him?"
leilani smacked her lips in annoyance. it's obvious that they're both crazy but she swears he's crazier. who said anything about staying with deondre? if anything she was thinking to maybe have him drop her off at a hotel or one of her friend's houses. she's only known the man for a month, why would she go live with him?
"oh my god brandon, get the fuck outta my face!"
"you're fa real gonna go stay with him after all of this? how long have you been seeing him for you to feel comfortable enough to invite him over and go over to his flat?"
leilani signed.
"i'm done talking about this. i'm so ready to never see your bipolar ass again. i hate you."
she went back to searching for deondre's contact. all brandon wants is for leilani to want him. what the hell does deondre have on him? not only did this man beat him in his own game literally but now he's taking his woman. it's eating him up inside.
"only person you're never seeing again is atkins."
he ripped the iphone out of her hand and threw it at the wall where it shattered.
"brandon! what the fuck?! why are you destroying all of my shit?!"
finally pushed to the edge, she began wailing on the soccer player.
"stop! why can't you just be obedient?!"
durami attempted to shield himself from the slaps and punches to his chest and face.
"obedient?! i'm not your damn dog! see! this is why i'm leaving your ass now!"
a hard punch connected to the man's chiseled jaw. he was trying his hardest to not put his hands on her tonight but fuck it.
"you're MY bitch! and you're not going anywhere!"
he backhanded the woman so hard that she stumbled. even though she can feel her cheek welting, she's so mad she barely feels it. she's tried to hit him again but he grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her to the bed.
"get the fuck off me before i spit on you!"
leilani struggled in his tight grasp on her wrists; all her feistiness is doing is making his dick swell in his boxers. he smirked at how her perky tits threatened to spill out of the thin, silk cami top.
"don't threaten me with a good time love."
her face screwed up looking down at the huge bulge in his sweats.
"oh hell nah. i know you don't expect some pussy from me after you ruined my cavalli and broke my phone--"
"please. you know i'm going to replace it."
he began kissing her neck and her chest causing leilani to squirm. sure, he may look and smell good tonight but having sex with him is completely out of the question after everything he's put her through.
"get off of me. you're in the middle of kicking me out and i'm not leaving here with a wet nani and no place to live."
brandon looked into her eyes with puppy dog ones. it's like a flip switched in him from just a second ago.
"i take it all back. you can stay and we can just start over. i understand you wanted to get your get back and now you got it. we can get back together now."
he nodded his head trying to manipulate her into agreeing.. but she's over it.
"no brandon, i'm done. i'll admit i started texting deondre a month ago when we were together but i never intended on doing anything with him ever. but i'm single now and last night wasn't get back, it was me moving on."
that same look of betrayal and hurt from earlier filled his eyes once more.
"if you think i've just been out here fucking bitches since we broke up, i'll have you know i haven't--"
"i don't care. we're done."
his grip on her wrist tightened.
"what the fuck is so special about this deondre fella? you really want to leave me for him? really?"
she smacked her plump lips and rolled her eyes at his gigantic ego.
"it's not all about him. i'm tired of fussing and fighting. you literally just slapped me."
"i'm so sorry baby."
he placed soft kisses along the welt he unfortunately created.
"no you're not."
she scrunched her face up and squirmed like a fish trying to dodge the kisses he tried planting on her mouth.
"acting funny but i know you still get wet for me."
brandon gathered both of her wrists above her head in on hand and slipped his free one into silk sleep shorts. she didn't even get a chance to close her legs but she did squirm like a fish.
"no! brandon st-stop!"
"no, brandon stop."
he mimicked her.
"you know you don't really want me to stop. this little pussy is drenched for me."
he spent no time dipping two curved fingers into her warm, soaking grasp.
she gasped and arched her back in response-- still tight and reactive to any little bit of stretching. having intercourse with leilani would be impossible if brandon doesn't prep her with foreplay beforehand. not to brag but they both knew he is heavily hung between his legs & she has little experience with men due to her believing that they don't deserve her.
"was he fingering you too?"
he curved his fingers, instantly hitting the gummy spot inside of her that drives her wild. he picked up his pace, making the sound of her juices sound off like a water gun.
"wh-what?"
leilani's mind was getting fuzzier by the second. the baller knows her body so well and she hates it.
"tell me exactly how he had you. i can feel you're about to squirt already. how long did it take for him to make you cum? did you even reach your peak?"
it finally registered to leilani what he was asking her and she's so lust struck, she began truthfully answering the invasive question.
"mhmm y-yeah. he made me cum but i-- fuck!-- i had to tell him how i liked it."
the thought of his leilani coming undone for anybody else but him easily made him mad again. he bit his bottom lip, quickening his pace even more. the woman squealed feeling a coil tighten in her stomach from having her g-spot constantly jabbed.
"i thought you said he knew tricks i didn't? what happened to that huh? you was lying to me? trying to make me jealous?"
the woman nodded her head pathetically.
"so he kissed you, fingered you and ate you out? what else? and don't fucking lie."
leilani arched her back even more off the bed giving brandon time to let go of her wrists and pull her shorts down, slipping them off and fully revealing her pussy without stopping his punishing pace whatsoever.
"ouu fuck! th-that's it. i promise."
durami pulled his fingers out and licked them as he watched his ex girlfriend squirt a waterfall.
"mhm, ya know i'd eat it up but never mind. you let that roadman eat it all last night."
the brownskinned woman sat up on her elbows and watched the athlete undress and reveal a very swollen penis-- well over seven inches on soft and a monstrous size whenever he's horny. she can just tell his ass was telling the truth about not getting any play since they last slept together so he's going to put her through the mattress now.
"lie down."
brandon demanded as stroked his dick with his pre-cum. he could bust right now just looking at her, he's been waiting for this moment for nearly three weeks.
"aht aht. we're not together, we ain't got no business fucking in missionary,"
he smacked his teeth. he hates how player she is.
"the only way i'm giving you pussy is if i'm on top. so you lie down."
with deep seeded misogynistic values, you would think brandon would just tell leilani to shut the fuck up and take this dick whichever way he wants her to but he can't bring himself to protest in this moment. he's yearning and sex is probably the only thing that'll bring them back together again so he did what he was told and laid down as she undressed before him.
"don't nut all fast either. make this worth my while."
brandon gulped as she climbed on top of him not knowing if he'll be able to obey her orders. lani always cums first during intercourse but when they go days without it he can't help but to finish early-- and she's noticed this trend.
"take the whole dick for once and make this worth my while."
she scoffed grabbing his swollen member that dripped with precum and lined it up with her puffy, wet cunt.
"now you asking for too much."
the couple gasped as she sunk down onto to length. a moan escaped the footballer's lips as she began to ride half of his dick.
"sh-shit. you're gripping the hell out of me love. look at how my pussy's creaming for me."
he gripped the soft flesh of her hips. from her perky c-cups bouncing to her beautiful face to the milky mess they made from their interwining-- his eyes didn't know what to fixate on.
"your pussy?"
she chuckled, delicate hands resting on his chiseled chest.
"yeah, all mine."
he looked her dead in the eyes with his hazy, lust filled ones.
"no. you're not my nigga and i'm not your bitch."
she's being real stubborn this breakup, he thought.
"you can take my card tomorrow.. buy whatever you like."
the noise of lani's bed cushion squeaking and her sopping punani began to sound off.
"no wire me the money.. and take your name off this lease. stat."
she bent down, inches away from his face as she picked up her pace making her ass clap as she did so.
"oh sh-- fuck! tomorrow. you can have whatever you want."
he smacked then gripped her ass feeling his orgasm approach any second now.
"we'll resume our relationship tomorrow then."
the caramel skinned woman smirked when she felt his girthy dick twitch as he closed his eyes and went mute. he's so trying to not cum prematurely.
"damn, it's only been a couple minutes and you're about to bust already? you missed me bad huh?"
he's spent almost every day masturbating to their sex videos dreaming of this moment, what did she expect?
"yeah."
his voice came out in a pained whisper. she admired his handsome face, peppering kisses on it-- even a soothing one to his jaw where she punched him.
"stop fighting it and just gimmie that nut."
leilani finally kissed him on the lips which led to a sloppy makeout. she was so lost in it that she didn't realize brandon had planted his feet flat on the bed with a death grip on her waist now harshly thrusting into her-- with the whole entirety of his length-- to chase his climax. shit! she wanted to be in charge tonight.
"oww! wait!"
she tried to lift up from the confines of the overwhelming stretch of her walls and hard plunges to her g-spot but brandon wasn't having that. he gripped her neck, holding her in place.
"no no no, stay right here for me baby-- oh my days!"
his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he hard pumped rope after rope of sperm right into her womb. thank god she faithfully takes her birth control because that was an ultra large load.. and he didn't stop thrusting. after she came undone for the second time tonight she came to the realization that he never went soft after he ejaculated like he usually does.
multiple rounds isn't anything unusual to them but staying hard immediately after orgasming is diabolical.
"okay enough brandon. sh-shit!"
she grabbed at his hand on her neck and squealed as her mind began to numb from the feeling of his whole member drive into her repeatedly. their milky juices began to splatter with each pump.
"feel so damn good. i can't even go soft-- hmm--nobody else can have you but me."
her eyes went cross as her mouth fell agape, struggling to handle his stamina. he bit his bottom lip in satisfaction. he knows leilani is a cold, rigid bitch towards men but she has a sweet spot for his dick and money. she's definitely all his again.
"you love me?"
she tried hard to focus on answering him but just a string of squeals and moans escaped her throat. he gripped her neck tighter.
"i love you princess, do you love me back?"
"i-i love you so much s-so fuckin big so deep oh my gosh!"
she blabbered on completely in a subspace. she hates that he can get her this submissive and vulnerable but he loves it. a maniacal smile grew on his face as he watched her take his dick beautifully. the wetter she got, the faster he could manage to thrust into her.
"shit-- c'mere."
he took an aerola in his mouth before holding her close in a hug as he relentlessly pumped dick into her. the lewd sound of sloshing and headboard knocking filling the room along with their moans and groans
"you're gonna wake up the whole building lani. i know you missed me too."
leilani's body didn't even have enough strength to run as she felt that familiar coil tighten in her tummy.
tears streamed down her face as she cried into the sheets. she'll never get used to brandon's hard, thick, perfectly curved penis.
"yes i missed you so much baby! ri-right there! oh my god! right there! please don't stop! please!"
his eyes rolled to the back of his head for a split second hearing her beg in that needy voice. oh he fucking loves when she's like this.
"bouta cum huh?"
"y-yeah."
durami grabbed a fist full of her curls, forcing her to look him in the eyes. god she's adorable when she's fucked out, he thought.
"you're not cumming until you say sorry."
"wha--i'm so so-sorry."
"sorry for what?"
he gripped her hair tighter.
"sorry for-- i'm s-sorry for last night."
she clenched around him, a true indication that she was about to unravel.
"you're gonna prove to me how sorry you are?"
leilani desperately hummed yes and that's when he finally stopped with his hammering pace and cock warmed her. even though she was grateful to finally be able to catch her breath she was annoyed by his edging tactic.
"what the hell brandon? what are you doing?"
she asked, confused and cock drunk, as she watched the sweaty man grabbed his burner phone off the night stand and dial a number-- deondre atkin's business number. somehow the the receptionist was able to find it for him and right now is the perfect time to use it.
"i'm calling atkins--"
his chest heaved up and down as he dialed.
"what?!"
"you're going to tell him to leave you alone and that you're back with me."
"he doesn't even know we've ever dated."
damn. the fact that deondre never knew about their relationship in the first place never registered to him until now. so his opp thought she was single this whole entire time.. interesting.
"oh really? well he's about to be in for a treat."
"how'd you even get his number?"
"who cares?"
the phone began ringing on speaker and even halfway in a subspace, leilani panicked. after the fuck she's gotten tonight, brandon doesn't need to worry about deondre at all. calling the man and exposing the both of them is overkill.
"look brandon, i'm not going to deal with him or anyone else ever again just please hang up--"
"i know, so tell him that."
after moments of hoping the call wouldn't connect, that's exactly what it did to lei's dismay.
"hello?"
deondre's deep british voice came through the line and leilani immediately felt bad. he's genuinely a just a good guy who was a pawn in their toxic relationship.
"hey mate, it's durami."
"what.. brandon durami? how'd you get this number? hey man. what's up?"
since brandon's calling deondre's work phone, he's on the other line guessing this has something to do with business.. not pleasure.
"what's up? what's up is you need to leave my girl alone."
when leilani tried to hang up the phone, brandon spent no time grabbing a fist full of her hair and ramming into her guts again. she absentmindedly moan his name.
"is that.. leilani?"
"yep. we've been dating for a year now. you caught her while we was on break but that shit's over now. right baby?"
"y-yeah! ouu this dick feels so-so good brandon!"
she mindlessly started to babble with a lust clouded brain. even though she is misandric she's going to feel bad about this later on.
"what the fuck?! aw hell na--"
brandon would've liked to torment his opponent farther more but he hung up. what a bummer.
"that was perfect my pretty princess."
their tongues sloppily tangoed as she climaxed and brandon's nut was just a few more strokes after that.
the handsome athlete's penis finally felt pleased enough to turn soft. tired from their half hour of passion they both immediately fell asleep cuddled in each-other's arms.
little do they know deondre atkins had told his millions of instagram followers about the phone call he received and leaked brandon durami's number while he was at it. his messy secret relationship with the former yacht girl isn't so private now.
A Little Sugar 🍰 | Predatory!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader. ♡ FEM READER
-masterlist-
Warnings: Airhead reader, squirting, degradation, missionary, cowgirl & face slapping.
Note: I don't have anything particularly special to say, but this job took me a while.
You were in the kitchen, humming some pop song while mixing the batter for a chocolate cake. The ruffled pink apron was perfectly tied around your waist, and the smell of cocoa was already beginning to make the room sweet. To you, there was nothing more important in the world at that moment than that dessert. The problem was when you reached for the glass jar on the shelf and realized, with a small pout of frustration, that it was empty. There was no sugar. And a cake without sugar was... well, you couldn't even process something so horrible.
Since it was late and you didn't want to drive to the market, the solution flashed in your mind with the simplicity of a child: ask the neighbor. And the closest neighbor, conveniently, was Rafe Cameron.
Your friends always said that Rafe was unstable, dangerous, or "kind of crazy," but you never understood why. To you, he was always so helpful, always opening the door or giving that lopsided smile that made your cheeks burn. He was a sweetie, you thought, completely ignoring any red flags.
You abandoned the apron on the counter, fixed your hair in the reflection of the refrigerator, and left the house. Your high heels clicked against the pavement of the Camerons' porch, a rhythmic and loud sound that announced your arrival even before you rang the doorbell.
Inside, Rafe was sprawled on the living room sofa, enjoying the rare silence of the empty house. When the insistent knocking echoed, he let out a low growl.
"What a pain," he muttered, standing up with heavy steps. He had no patience for any of Sarah's drama or his father's lectures, but upon opening the door, his predatory and irritated expression crumbled instantly.
There you were, with that naive look and a bright smile that seemed out of place at that hour of the night.
"What are you doing here, sweetie?" Rafe asked, his voice softening but still heavy with intense curiosity. He leaned his body against the doorframe, his blue eyes sweeping you from top to bottom, probably thinking you were looking for his sister.
You put your hands behind your back, rocking your body back and forth on your heels, overflowing with that innocence that always left him disarmed.
"I came to ask for a little sugar," you said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to knock on a rich man's door at ten at night to ask for ingredients.
Rafe let out a nasal breath, a mixture of incredulous laughter and fascination. "Sugar..." he repeated, the word sounding almost like a joke in his mouth. "Sure. Come in, I can get it for you."
He stepped aside, making room with exaggerated courtesy, but the look he fixed on your back as you passed him was not "nice" at all. Rafe closed the door with a dull click, locking the world outside. To him, that jar of sugar was the most delicious pretext fate had ever dropped in his lap to finally have you alone, exactly where he wanted you.
You followed him down the hallway, watching the movement of his shoulders, having no idea that sugar was the last thing Rafe Cameron intended to give you that night.
Rafe walked to the kitchen with a casualness that hid the fact that he barely knew where the water filter in that house was. His daily life was a succession of alcohol-fueled parties and lines of powder in nightclub bathrooms; the Cameron kitchen was foreign territory to him. He opened the upper cabinet doors with a certain impatience, looking for any glass jar that contained the white powder you wanted so much, although, in his mind, the term "white powder" usually had a very different meaning.
"So, what do you need so much sugar for, anyway?" Rafe tossed the subject into the air, his voice dragging as he dodged a set of Rose’s porcelain.
"I was making a cake," you replied with that simplicity of yours that always left him disarmed.
Rafe let out a short laugh, a raspy sound of someone who found your existence a fascinating anomaly. "Yeah, that’s just like you."
You just tilted your head, not catching his affectionate tone of mockery, and waited. He finally found a heavy jar and placed it on the marble counter with a dry snap. "Well, there it is."
He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you approach to take the jar. A gentle and genuine smile lit up your face as you thanked him. "Thanks, Rafe. I’ll return it full tomorrow, I promise."
He just shook his head, his hands now sliding into his pants pockets. Sugar was the last thing that mattered to him, but seeing you there, in his kitchen, under the soft light of the recessed lamps, was a visual feast he wasn't ready to end.
"Wait a second... why not leave that cake for later? It’s not going to run away," he said, stepping out from behind the counter and shortening the distance between you with slow, predatory steps. "You know, company in the middle of the night is good. I’ve been feeling a bit... bored."
His voice came out in a serene tone, almost sweet, faking an ingenuity that matched yours, but his blue eyes shone with an intention you couldn't read. He seemed like just a lonely neighbor wanting to talk.
You stared at him for a moment, processing the invitation with that mind of yours that never saw malice in anything. "Oh, alright. I can stay for a bit. The cake can wait in the turned-off oven."
Rafe gave a lopsided smile, satisfied with the ease with which you yielded. He reached out, lightly touching your shoulder to guide you back to the living room, feeling the heat of your skin and already planning how to turn that "bit" into an entire night from which you would leave much more than just sweet.
Rafe settled into the expensive upholstery, throwing his body back with a dangerous ease, his legs spread wide, occupying almost half the space. He gave two slow taps on the seat right next to him, a silent invitation that you accepted without hesitation, sinking into the softness of the sofa.
You crossed your legs slowly, starting that rhythmic rocking with your feet that always caught his attention. Rafe couldn't help his gaze dropping to your heels; they were cute, delicate, and seemed totally improper for an "emergency mission" for sugar, which only made everything funnier and more exciting in his head.
The TV in front displayed the pause screen of some shooting game, the vibrant colors reflecting in the lenses of his eyes. With a quick flick of the controller, he turned the device off, leaving the room plunged only in the soft light of the lamps and the sound of your breathing.
"So, sweetie..." he began, turning his face to you and resting his arm on the back of the sofa, surrounding your space in a way that you, in your naivety, thought was just attentive. "Tell me more about this cake. Do you always cook, or only when you decide to show up at my door late at night?"
He gave a lopsided smile, his voice heavy with a malice he was struggling to keep under control, while his fingers drummed lightly on the leather of the sofa, dangerously close to your shoulder. Rafe loved how you seemed to be in a rose-colored world, while he was there, counting the seconds to see how far your "kindness" would let him go.
"No, it's nothing like that!" You laughed, shaking your head in a cute way. "Actually, I'm a disaster in the kitchen. I just felt like eating something sweet and thought a cake would be easy. But then the sugar vanished and... well, now I'm here."
Rafe let out a nasal laugh, the sound vibrating low in his chest as he watched you with that intensity that seemed to pierce through you. He leaned his body toward you, closing the space on the sofa until his knee brushed against your thigh, in a way that seemed too natural to be by chance.
"There are more interesting things you could be doing, you know?" He said in a voice that dropped to a heavy whisper.
Rafe rested his arm on the back of the sofa, surrounding you, while his blue eyes slowly descended to your mouth before returning to yours. There was a heavy malice there, a second intention he no longer bothered to hide, but which in your head seemed like just a very deep curiosity of his.
"You know, sweetie... there are much tastier things I can show you." He continued, his fingers now lightly brushing your nape, a warm touch that made your skin crawl instantly.
He gave that crooked smile, watching your reaction with predatory patience, waiting to see if you were going to understand the silent invitation or if he would have to be even more explicit with that little head of yours that only thought about sweets. For Rafe, the game was just beginning, and he was loving how vulnerable you looked sitting there, so close to him.
You tilted your head, blinking your long lashes with an expression of pure confusion, and let out a nasal giggle. "What, Rafe? What things?"
For a second, he wondered if you were playing with him or if you were really as stupid as you seemed; in the end, he decided it didn't matter, because he loved the emptiness of that expression of yours. Rafe slid his hand down your thigh, his thumb rubbing the fabric in slow, circular motions, while a cynical and predatory smile played at the corner of his lips.
"Let's play a game," he said bluntly, his voice getting raspier with every word.
"What game?" You looked at him expectantly, your eyes shining as if he were about to suggest a board game or something innocent.
"It's one that will make me very, very happy," he murmured, bringing his face close to yours until you could feel his breath on your cheek. "I can show you, but only if you promise to stay very quiet and do everything I tell you."
Rafe felt an almost animalistic impulse run through his body; your docility was the perfect fuel for his madness. Your doe eyes shone with the idea of a shared secret, and you didn't hesitate.
"Show me..." you asked, your voice sweet and eager. You uncrossed your legs slowly and snuggled even further into his space, giving small hops of excitement on the sofa that made his entire body tense.
Rafe let out a low laugh, almost a growl of satisfaction, while his hand moved from your thigh to your waist, squeezing the flesh there with a strength that was no longer that of a nice neighbor. He was loving how you surrendered without question, ready to be his new favorite toy.
Rafe wasted no time. The facade of the helpful neighbor crumbled in a second, giving way to the pervert he had always been. He leaned in even further, his warm breath now hitting directly against your ear, while the hand on your waist squeezed the fabric with a possessive urgency.
"Ever held a cock before, sweetie?"
The question was a dry, direct blow, as if he wanted to shatter whatever remained of your good-girl aura. Rafe didn't want to beat around the bush; he wanted to see your reaction, wanted to see the shock and desire fighting on that doll face of yours.
You remained silent for a few seconds, processing the word he used with such naturalness. The weight of the question made you bite your lower lip, a shy and hesitant gesture that made Rafe gasp audibly, his eyes fixed on the pressure of your teeth against the pink flesh of your mouth.
"Only once..." you whispered, your voice coming out almost like a breath of confession.
That was music to his ears. A slow, predatory smile spread across Rafe's face, his blue eyes shining with a sickly satisfaction. Only once? Almost pure. The idea that you barely knew what you were doing, that only one guy had gotten close to you, was the fuel his obsession was missing.
"Interesting..." he murmured, his voice vibrating in a way you felt in your stomach. "So you're almost a beginner, aren't you? A waste."
He slid his hand from your waist to your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours and slowly guiding them toward the rigid bulge that now deformed his pants.
"Let Rafe teach you how it's really done, sweetie..."
You made a dramatic pout, your shaped eyebrows rising in an expression of pure existential doubt, as if you were trying to solve a very difficult division problem. Rafe was so handsome, his jaw was so defined, and he smelled so good... you simply couldn't say no to him.
"Oh, Rafe... I don't remember the last time I did this," you murmured with a whiny voice, almost in a whisper, as you slowly blinked your long lashes. "Just be patient, okay?"
You brought your free hand to your hair, twirling a strand around your finger with genuine distraction, while the other hand, guided by him, felt the absurd heat emanating from under his jeans.
Rafe let out a low growl, his patience hanging by a thread, but the way you looked at him as if he were the master of the world and you just a doll wanting to play drove him completely frantic. He loved how futile you were, how your only concern seemed to be not smudging your gloss while admitting you didn't know what to do with him.
"Patient?" He repeated, his voice raspy and dangerous, as he pressed your palm against the rigidity of his pants. "I can try, sweetie. But if you forget what I teach you today... I'll have to punish you later, understand?"
You gave a silly giggle, finding the idea of a "punishment" fun, not noticing the obsessive gleam in his eyes. "Punishment? Like making me go without painting my nails for a week?" you asked, tilting your head and letting a bit of saliva glisten on your lower lip, making Rafe completely lose the rest of his remaining sanity.
He was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his back straight and his jaw locked while you rode him. Rafe grabbed your ass with brute force, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your buttocks without any delicacy. He pulled you down violently, forcing every inch of that throbbing thickness inside you, stretching your walls to the limit of what was bearable.
"You're... too big..." You gasped, your voice coming out in a sharp whimper, your cheeks burning a sinful red as you felt his cock collide against your cervix with every downward stroke.
"Take it all, you little bitch," Rafe growled against your neck, his voice so raspy it sounded like thunder. "Swallow every inch of this cock and don't stop. I want to feel you tearing this pussy."
He didn't let you dictate the pace. His hands were like iron clamps on your hips, pounding you against him with a sickly urgency. The sound of flesh hitting hard was the only thing filling the room, a wet and visceral slap that accompanied your tearful moans. You squeezed his shoulders, your nails digging into his sweaty skin, trying to find some balance while your pussy pulsed and squeezed his member in desperate spasms.
You felt tiny under his control, a doll being used to the limit. The pain stung, but the pleasure was an electric shock that fried the little reasoning you had left.
"That's it... bounce on my cock like the whore you are," he hissed, his blue eyes glazed at the way your breasts bounced and how your mouth hung open, drooling with pleasure.
Rafe gave an upward thrust and you let out a muffled scream, feeling his cock fill every vacuum of your body.
Rafe had no patience for delicacies. With an animal growl, he shoved his hand under your hip and grabbed the thin fabric of your pink panties. The sound of the spandex snapping was dry and violent; the fabric that covered your intimacy was now nothing more than useless rags tossed aside.
He didn't wait for you to process the shock. Rafe began to fuck you from the bottom up, his hips powering every thrust with a brute force that made your spine arch. He went deeper and deeper, seeking the bottom of your womb with every blow, wanting to mark his territory inside you in the most visceral way possible.
Your eyes rolled back, your pupils disappearing under heavy lids while that "butterflies in the stomach" feeling turned into a hurricane of pure electricity. You moaned like a sweet little girl, a high-pitched and needy sound that contrasted with the rawness of his movements.
"That's it... cry for me, sweetie," Rafe hissed through gritted teeth, his voice breaking from the effort as he buried you against the mattress with every upward thrust. "Feel the size of this? Feel how I'm finishing you off?"
He hit deep, with no rhythm for romance, just dry and wet thrusts that made a slap echo through the room. His hand moved up to your neck, squeezing lightly to keep you fixed while the thick cock continued the work of opening you in half. You were completely surrendered, feeling every inch of that rigid invasion transform your mind into a sweaty blur, where the only thing that mattered was the weight of his cock.
You tried to tilt your hips, seeking that whiny grind you thought you knew how to do, but Rafe didn't give you the slightest chance. His body was a wall of tense muscle and he kept you pinned, his hands like shackles of flesh on your hips, dictating a rhythm that had nothing to do with dancing and everything to do with dominance. He pounded you from the bottom up with a force that made your vision blur, each brute thrust tossing you upward only for him to pull you back to the axis of his thick cock.
Rafe let out a raspy groan, a sound heavy with excited irritation when he felt your attempt at control. "I told you to stay quiet," he hissed between his teeth, his voice vibrating with a dark authority.
Before you could process the command, his hand moved like lightning. The crack of the slap on your face echoed through the room, dry and humiliating. Your head snapped to the side and the heat of the mark of his fingers began to sting instantly on your fair skin, leaving a bright red trail on your doll cheek.
You let out a tearful murmur, a sound of pain and surprise that died in your throat as you felt the next thrust come even deeper, as if he wanted to punish your insolence through your pussy.
"That's it... focus on the pain, sweetie," he growled, his warm breath now against your stinging cheek. "Forget how to move and focus on how I'm opening you in half. You're mine now, understand?"
He continued to fuck you with visceral rawness, ignoring your tears of pleasure and pain, delighting in the way you trembled and cringed at every blow. For Rafe, there was nothing more addictive than seeing that red mark on your face while you were being filled.
Your voice came out in a thin thread, a high-pitched lament that got lost between the sound of flesh colliding with force. Tears of pleasure and pain began to overflow, tracing warm paths down your cheeks, one of them still pulsing with the heat of the slap he had just given you. You felt tiny, helpless under his dominance, your hands squeezing Rafe's broad shoulders in a silent plea for a truce.
"Rafe... slow... please..." you begged, your voice failing as you felt his thick cock hit the bottom of your womb with cruel precision.
Rafe let out a dark laugh, a sound that vibrated directly against your sweaty skin. Instead of answering your plea, he dug his hands even harder into your hips, his fingers leaving instant purple marks on your fair skin. He pulled you down with a jolt, making you swallow the rest of your request with a muffled scream.
"Slow?" he repeated, his voice heavy with excited scorn. "You come to my house late at night, with this smell of candy and this face like you don't know anything, and now you want me to go slow?"
He gave another thrust, this one so deep you felt your stomach turn in a wave of electric shock. Rafe tilted his head, his blue eyes flashing with a possessive madness as he watched your expression of agony and ecstasy.
"I'm going to stretch you out completely until you forget how to speak," he hissed, his warm breath now against your parted lips. "Forget 'slow'. You're going to take every inch of this cock until I decide you've had enough."
He accelerated the pace, transforming the thrusts into rhythmic and brutal blows that made your head bounce. You could no longer form words, just disconnected and whiny moans that fed his sickly ego. To Rafe, seeing you crying and trembling while being filled by him was the only sugar he needed to feel alive.
Rafe didn't give you time to breathe. In a sudden and possessive movement, he flipped you over to face the mattress, the weight of his body crushing you against the expensive sheets without the cock leaving you for a single second. The friction of that turn made you let out a sharp yelp, feeling his thickness scrape your internal walls in a way that made you see stars.
He pinned your wrists above your head with a single hand, acting like a gag of flesh and bone as he settled between your legs. In the missionary position, the contact was total; his sweaty chest pressed against yours, and Rafe's blue eyes were fixed on yours, burning with a maniacal intensity.
"Look at me, sweetie," he growled, his voice vibrating directly against your sternum as he withdrew almost the entire length to thrust into you with a force that made the bed hit the wall.
Your legs, acting on a purely animal and needy instinct, wrapped around his hips automatically, trapping him against you. You closed your eyes tight, your head sinking into the pillow as you felt every inch of that rhythmic and deep invasion. Rafe wasn't just fucking you; he was claiming you, every thrust was a dry blow that echoed in the silence of the room, turning your moans into whiny and disconnected whimpers.
"That's it... squeeze Rafey with that little sugar pussy," he hissed through gritted teeth, sweat dripping from his face onto your neck.
He accelerated, the blows getting shorter and more visceral, focused only on pushing you to the limit. You felt your stomach turn with the pressure, the butterflies from before were now electric discharges that made your toes curl inside the heels you were still wearing. Rafe roared low, burying his face in your neck and biting the skin there while pounding you with urgency, determined to come so deep you'd never be able to get the taste of him out of you.
Rafe let out a raspy, dark laugh when he felt your well-manicured nails tear the skin of his back. The sting of the cuts only served to further fuel the madness shining in those blue eyes. He loved the contrast: you, the perfect little girl, now had a red face, messy hair against the pillow, and a dirty mouth.
"Fuck, Rafe!" you screamed, your voice failing from the effort, the curses coming out between moans that echoed throughout the room.
"Look at that, she curses..." he hissed, finding it the funniest thing in the world to see you totally out of your mind.
"Where are your manners, huh? Where did all that sweetness go?"
He didn't slow down; on the contrary, the thrusts got even deeper and more heartless. Rafe pinned you against the mattress with his body weight, delighting in the sound of your screams. You no longer cared if Sarah or Ward could hear from across the hall; pleasure was a fire that had consumed any trace of your "shyness."
"Scream real loud so I can be sure you won't forget who's fucking you like this."
He gave a jolt, his hips hitting yours with a dry and wet slap, feeling your pussy squeeze his cock in waves of pure desperation. Rafe was loving every second of seeing you transformed.
Pleasure reached a peak your brain could no longer process. You locked your entire body, your toes curling inside your heels, and let out a sharp scream that died in a gasp of pure ecstasy. Rafe felt the crushing pressure of your pussy against his cock, a rhythmic and desperate squeeze that made him growl with satisfaction.
He stopped for a second, savoring the way you trembled under him, and then pulled his cock out slowly, a wet suction sound echoing in the room. The moment the head of his cock left your entrance, the recoil was inevitable: you squirted hard, a warm, clear jet that soaked his abdomen and drenched the expensive Cameron mattress beneath you.
Rafe let out a nasal, dirty laugh, his blue eyes shining at the sight of the dark stain spreading across the sheet. "Look at what you did, sweetie... what a delicious mess."
He didn't give you time to catch your breath. Without any warning, he pushed his cock back in, sliding in with absurd ease now that you were overflowing. With every brute thrust he gave, more liquid ran between your legs, wetting his thighs and making a splashing sound that left the room with a heavy smell of sex and lust.
"The more I fuck you, the more you melt, don't you?" Rafe hissed, his voice heavy with visceral malice as he pounded you with a force that made the liquid jump out. "Damn, you're coming so good."
He accelerated again, his hips slamming violently against yours, ignoring the fact that the mattress was soaked. To Rafe, seeing you slumped, eyes rolling, and gushing honey with every blow of his, was the final proof that he had broken you in the best way possible.
Rafe locked his jaw, the tendons in his neck bulging as he saw the mess you were making on his sheet. The vision of you squirting, completely surrendered and in thermal shock of pleasure, was the final trigger. He let out a low growl, almost a whimper of pain from being so excited, feeling his own pulse hammer in the head of his cock.
"Fuck, you're going to make me... now!" he hissed, his voice breaking as he felt the walls of your pussy signal the final squeeze, sucking him as if it wanted to tear his soul out through his cock.
He tilted his body even further forward, crushing your breasts against his sweaty chest, eliminating every millimeter of air that still remained between you. Rafe dove into short, fast, and desperate thrusts, ignoring the loud splashing sound the liquid made between your thighs. He was drenching you and you were giving it back double, a warm moisture that lubricated the friction and made everything even more visceral.
His blue eyes were fixed on yours, dilated in a maniacal way, as he felt the pressure rise. He grabbed your arms with brute force, keeping you fixed in place for the final impact.
"I'm going to come in this pussy!"
With a roar that echoed off the bedroom walls, Rafe gave one last thrust, burying himself so deep he seemed to want to go through your body. He locked inside, his body having violent spasms as he poured jets and more jets of a warm, thick come deep inside your womb, mixing his honey with your mess, in an explosion that left you both trembling and breathless on the soaked mattress.
𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: frat!Rafe Cameron x innocent Pogue!reader
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: dark, dubcon, unhinged inner monolog from rafe, misogynistic rhetoric, classist rhetoric (in the context of kooks, pogues etc), daddy kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, smut (oral + p in v), oral (female receiving, fingering, MAJORR size kink, spanking, daddy issues, condescension, babying, dirty talk, swearing, very unbalanced power dynamic, which rafe gets off on, slut-shaming, derogatory name calling, manipulation, college au, reader is a freshman and rafe is a senior, 18+ only, mdni
𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Rafe bets his friends he can fuck you in one week.
𝘼/𝙉: It's here! The full fic. Word count: 23k. Please let me know what you think - reblogs and feedback mean the world to me. Read the warnings before you read, and enjoy!
“Her.”
Rafe looks over at the Pogue girl Topper’s nodding at and smirks. “Been there, done that. Pick a different one.”
Topper scoffs, “She literally moved here last week.”
“And?”
“OK… What about her?” He brazenly points at a leggy blonde that stands out in her group of Pogues.
“Last weekend at the beach party you threw. She gives good head.”
“Jesus Christ dude, is there anyone left??”
Rafe chuckles, leaning back and stretching his legs out while his friends stare at him in disbelief. He sometimes wonders if they know how stupid they look. Like followers. His followers. Hanging on to his every word, oohing and aahing at whatever he did. Making him feel like he was a God among men. Which he may as well be, considering that’s how most people at this college looked at him.
That’s why he loved fucking the Pogue girls. Almost exclusively. There was something about the power imbalance. Most of them came from poor families, looked at Rafe like he was a God. It didn’t take much for them to spread their legs for him, impressed by his power, turned on by his wealth. Hell, even the Kook girls were the same. But Rafe hardly ever took them home. They were spoiled sluts who hung around the country club wasting their lives and spending their daddies” money. Yeah, they didn’t pique his interest at all. Not as much as the Pogue girls who worked at the country club. In their little housekeeping outfits, deliberately teasing him in the hopes he’d take one of them home.
Yeah. It was safe to say Rafe Cameron had a type.
“Well, what about that one?”
Rafe rolls his eyes, about to say that yes, he had indeed fucked whatever girl Topper was pointing at this time. Because he’d fucked all of them. Because of who he was. Because of what he was capable of. Because of the family he came from. Because of what being a mere notch on Rafe Cameron’s bedpost meant to every single slut he’d ran through.
Except he doesn’t. Because Topper is pointing at you. And he’s never seen you before in his life.
You look so out of place, despite the fact you’re with a group of Pogues. And he knows you’re a Pogue. Like a shark with blood and a predator with its prey, he can always tell. And yet you stand awkwardly on the outskirts of the group, smiling yet not quite participating in whatever conversation is going on. You push your glasses up, straighten your skirt, pretend to look for something in your book bag. You’re shy. Self-conscious. Insecure. Rafe smiles.
“Who is she?”
“Aha! You haven’t slept with her!” Topper cheers like he’s won the fucking lottery. Sometimes Rafe wonders why he’s friends with him.
“Who is she?” He repeats like he hasn’t even heard him.
“She’s the new chick,” Kelce says, “except she’s not exactly new in town.”
“I heard she was home-schooled,” Topper snickers, “That’s why she’s fucking weird and has no friends. Even the Pogues don’t want her.”
Rafe observes you some more. Watches the bright smile on your face, how you try to chime in to whatever conversation the girls around you are having. They nod at you politely yet dismissively. They’re not your friends. As Topper said, you don’t have any.
Insecure. Weak. Vulnerable.
He licks his lips.
“How long?”
“Huh?”
He runs a hand through his hair impatiently, “How long do you wanna bet it takes me to get her into bed?” He nods in your direction.
Topper raises an eyebrow.
“You can’t be serious, man. She looks like she doesn’t even know what sex means.”
Kelce laughs, “She looks like she can’t even say it. Like she spells it out every time, s-e-x.”
They’re right. You look very innocent, but all that does is incense him. Rafe’s used to easy sluts who spread their legs after one drink or a ride on his motorbike. But you. He can tell you’d be harder to crack. But there’s something so fucking hot about how naive you look. How shy and sweet you are. How ruined he could leave you. Splayed out on his bike, legs quivering, all sweaty limbs and shy pants after he’s done having his way with you—
“How long?” He repeats, not in the mood to waste time and already getting hard picturing innocent little you with your tiny skirt flipped up and his head buried between those soft thighs, your sweet little confused cries because no one’s ever touched you like that, and—
“A week.”
“Mm?”
“A week to fuck her. With proof.”
Rafe stands up and stretches, licking his lips as he watches you retreat to a small bench, getting your little book out and burying your nose in it.
“That’s too easy. What do I get when I do it?”
“If you do it, you can decide what you get then. But as I said before, we’d need proof.” Kelce says.
“Yeah, proof,” Topper echoes, a glint in his eye as he looks over at you, “Pictures.”
Rafe shrugs, already kind of bored, “Sure.” He’d taken plenty of pictures of his conquests in the past. Him and his boys had a group chat where they shared that kind of shit. And the idea of taking pictures of you in such a vulnerable position gets him harder than anything. Sweet little freshman baby fucked dumb by the big bad senior, posing for pictures afterwards all teary-eyed but submissive. They all got submissive for him, even after he was done using them.
You flip a page, completely engrossed in your book and looking every bit the naive baby he’s imagining you as. A little lamb who has no idea she was in the presence of a fucking lion. And he bets you’re a virgin. Homeschooled with no friends? Forget virgin, you probably haven’t even had your first kiss. And that gets him so fucking horny, right there in the middle of the campus courtyard. The idea that you’re so pure, so untouched. So happy, so unassuming. A little fucking baby.
He’d have fun ruining you.
***
“You sure do love reading, don’t you?”
It’s the following day when Rafe finds you sitting by yourself in the corner of the library, with nothing but your book to keep you company.
You jump like a little mouse, pushing your glasses up your nose and gulping up at him, fear briefly flitting across your face before you force a small smile. And he likes his girls jumpy, he likes them slightly afraid of him. He knows he has that effect on people in general, but he wonders who’s told you about him.
“Sorry, were you — uh — were you talking to me?”
Rafe smirks, “Yes. Who else would I be talking to?”
“Oh, uh, I’m not sure…”
“It was a rhetorical question.”
“Oh, of course,” you look embarrassed, and he watches you squirm under his gaze for a good few seconds. “I… um…”
“You find books more interesting than people?”
“Huh?”
He chuckles, pulling up a chair next to you, noting how your eyes widen as he takes a seat, “Why are you always reading?”
“I don’t know, I guess I just like to read,” you shrug.
“You sure do.” He wonders if he could get you to read your precious book out loud while he went down on you, licked your virgin cunt while you cried because it felt too good. And then he’d spank you if you stopped or messed up a word, and like a stupid dumb fucking baby, you’d sniffle and wail through each paragraph, hold back your moans while he went to town on your little pussy till you wet yourself, and he’d suck your—
“Are you making fun of me?”
You pose the question so innocently— hell, you practically whisper it, and it knocks Rafe straight out of his daydream to find you blinking up at him with Bambi eyes.
“What?”
You bite your lip, “I’m sorry, it’s just that I’m not so good at understanding if someone’s joking or not. I’m not… uh… I’m not used to being around so many people, and it makes me nervous and I can’t tell if someone’s being genuine or if they’re making fun of me.”
“You were homeschooled, huh?” Rafe stares at you intently, noting how you play with your hair nervously, and your fingers tap against the hard cover of your book. How you can barely make eye contact with him for longer than a few seconds.
“Yes. My mom taught me and my older brothers.”
Rafe nods, taking his time to answer. He looks at you some more, enjoying how it makes you uncomfortable. You fidget nervously, and it amuses him every time you peek up to meet his gaze before a look of alarm crosses your face and you divert your eyes down to your book once more.
“You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you?” He says finally, chuckling at the embarrassed look on your face.
“I… I guess. I do want to make friends but it’s pretty overwhelming.”
“I’ll be your friend.”
He does a good job of hiding his predatory, wolfish smile. And he wonders if you can see the glint in his eye as he mentally undresses you. You look so small and weak, especially compared to him. Gullible too. Too innocent for your own good, the way you gape up at him as if he’s offered you gold on a platter. It makes him want to stroke your soft cheek, pat it and tell you what a good little girl you are. For being so naive.
You shake your head as if trying to straighten out your thoughts. He can tell, he has that effect on women too.
“Oh, you don’t have to, I uh—”
“Rafe Cameron?! In the library?!” An annoying, high-pitched voice shrieks, making you jump as it cuts you off mid-sentence.
It’s a kook girl. A cheerleader. Rafe can’t be fucked to remember her name but he’s sure he’s hooked up with her. She’s one of those ones, the ones that hang out at the country club and try to catch his eye. One of the desperate sluts who thinks if she spreads her legs enough times for him, that he’ll make her his girlfriend or some stupid shit like that.
“Rafe, what are you doing here?” The cheerleader sidles up to him, her hand on his chest and batting her lashes in his direction in some pathetic form of seduction. She ignores you, and you shrink into yourself, hastily burying your face in your book.
“What do you want?” He asks, not quite as interested in her answer as he is in continuing to stare at you. How you try to act like you don’t care, but he knows you’re hurt from being ignored, from being treated like you’re invisible.
“Nothing. Just wondering what you’re up to.” But she flashes him her fuck me eyes, her nails scraping suggestively against his chest. Rafe yawns, considering it. He has time before his next class (not that he could be fucked to turn up to class half the time) and his dick’s hard from talking to you. And since you probably don’t even know what the word blowjob means…
“Go in there,” he nods at one of the private study rooms in the far end of the library, and the fucking slut nearly trips as she scrambles to obey him. Rafe takes his time, stretching his legs before slowly getting up.
You peek up from your book, “Are you guys gonna go study in there?”
He could’ve bust a nut then and there from how fucking innocent you sound. Batting your little eyelashes at him like you’re trying to seduce him without even realising it. He knows he’ll be thinking about you, weepy and on your knees, while the kook girl blows him. Fuck, and if he plays his cards right, he’d have you by the end of the week. And he always plays his cards right.
“You could call it studying.”
You nod, “OK, well, goodbye then.” You look back down at your book, but risk a glance up at him again, which he finds very amusing.
“What’s your name, homeschool?”
You tell him.
He sounds it out, before shooting you one last smile, “Well, I’ll see you soon. Won’t I?”
You give him a puzzled look, but it’s replaced by your usual wide-eyed Bambi stare when he pats your hand, his thumb lingering, stroking your skin. He wonders if you’ve ever even touched someone of the opposite sex before. Judging by how your breath hitches softly, he doubts it.
Fuck. He can’t wait to ruin you. Play the slow game and enjoy that sweet virgin snatch before any other man ever could.
That’s what he’s thinking of when he’s got the cheerleader on her knees in front of him. That sweet little look on your face, the look of curiosity mixed with shyness and that little hint of indignation. Fuck, he wants to ruin you. And he would. With proof.
***
Day two. Rafe finds you walking down the hallway, your books clutched to your chest and eyes trained to the floor. Cutest little skirt making your perky ass pop, winking at him enticingly with every step as if you’re deliberately seducing him. Makes him want to slap your cute little ass, reprimand you for teasing him and half the men on campus without even realising it. He wonders what you’d say if he just did it. Spanked you in front of everyone. You’d probably start blubbering like a little baby. He has to forcibly stop picturing it before he gets uncomfortably hard.
You’re alone. As usual.
“Hey, homeschool,” he falls into step beside you, eyebrow raising in amusement when you don’t slow down nor look at him.
“Oh, h-hello, Rafe.”
“What’re you up to today?”
“Nothing, just going to my next lecture.”
He grabs your wrist, watching as your breath hitches, and yet you still don’t look at him. Damn, what had gotten Bambi so scared?
“You’ve got time to talk to me, don’t you?” He asks, but it’s not really a question. And you know it, judging by how you swallow harshly.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t want to be late—” You attempt to tug your little hand out of his grasp but you’re so small and weak that it barely has any effect.
“C’mon, homeschool. That’s no way to treat your one and only friend.”
He’s walks you into a corner, and he likes how you gape at the wall before turning and looking up at him. He’s so much taller than you, bigger than you in every single way.
“Rafe, I…” you sigh, shifting from one foot to the other, “My friends said some things…”
“Friends?” You don’t have any.
“Some of the girls I know. They saw us talking yesterday at the library and they…” you sigh, “They said you were probably just playing a joke on me.”
Fuckin’ jealous pogue bitches.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes. They said there’s no way you’d talk to me for any other reason apart from as a joke. And they…” you bite your lip, looking so cutely distraught and it goes straight to his dick. “They said some other things… about you.”
Of course they fuckin’ did. Always talking behind his back, but never to his goddamned face. Nothing but a bunch of jealous, gold-digging whores.
He doesn’t say anything, just merely looks at you as if he expects you to tell him. And he knows you will. You’re too innocent to keep secrets.
“They said that you… that you’re scary sometimes.”
Rafe remains impassive, waiting for you to continue.
“That you… that you pick on a lot of us Pogues. E-Especially the boys. That you and your friends bully them.”
He snorts. Bully. What a juvenile word. Sure, he pushed the dipshit Pogues around here and there. They deserved it for all the trouble they ran around town causing, disrupting the natural order of shit. And he could fuck their girls better than they ever could. Especially that fuckin’ idiot JJ Maybank…
“They also said that… never mind.” Again, you try to tug away from him but to no avail.
“Tell me.” He likes how you struggle under his scrutinising gaze.
“It’s… it’s not appropriate.”
“Say it. Now.”
You lower your voice, “They said you like to use the girls. The pogue girls. Th-That you have a kink for them.”
The scandalous words have hardly left your mouth before you duck your head down as if embarrassed. God, you were so fucking innocent. Rafe wonders how he should play this.
“Huh. Is that so?”
“Y-Yeah. One of the girls I talk to… She said that you…” you swallow, biting your lip, “that you’ve been with her and all her friends too. That you tell them all the same thing but it’s always a lie and you just end up using them.”
Rafe nods, “Hmm.”
“I’m sorry, Rafe, but I don’t think we should—“
“That’s funny. I thought you were smart. You know, with all your books and the glasses and shit.”
You blink, “What?”
He shrugs, “I didn’t think you’d go ahead and pass judgement on someone without even getting to know them first.”
“It’s not that–”
“I mean, here I am, wanting to be friends with you. And I’ve been nothin’ but nice, haven’t I?”
He’s still got you backed into a corner, and he watches as you flinch when he emphasises his words. He knows people get intimidated by his intensity, but there’s nothing he hates more than people talking shit behind his back. Especially low-life Pogues. And he likes how scared you look right now, pouty lips all downturned and alarm in your eyes.
“I asked you a question, homeschool.”
“Yes, you’ve been nothing but nice! It’s just, I heard all these things, and–”
“And you chose to believe them.” He steps back abruptly, “I’ll see you around, I guess.”
He walks away, about to count to three in his head but you beat the count before he can even begin.
“Rafe, wait! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to judge you.”
He stops, allows you to catch up.
“You’re right, I…I shouldn’t listen to other people.”
“You shouldn’t.” Rafe agrees, easily taking your heavy textbooks from where you’ve been balancing them in your arms. You gape, but he just continues smoothly: “Where’s your next class?”
You tell him, “But you don’t have to walk with me or anything–”
“I’m your friend, homeschool. That’s what friends do.”
*
Day 3. You’re eating your lunch on a bench outside all by yourself. Rafe’s heading to his car with his friends. They usually cut classes most days to hit the beach or the country club. Rafe doesn’t see the point of college anyways, not when he was poised to inherit all of his father’s businesses, money and property. And with the ideas he had, he’d expand tenfold on whatever Ward was doing now, make a shit ton more money than his old man ever did. That would show him…
”How’s the bet coming along, Rafe?” Topper asks.
“Wait till the end of the week.” Is all Rafe says. He doesn’t need to give progress reports to his dumb fuck ass follower friends.
“That means he’s nowhere near cracking that virgin pussy.” Kelce chuckles. “No worries, brother. She looks like she’s got a stick up her ass anyways. Not loose like the rest of the Pogue whores.”
He ignores them as they laugh. But they’re right. You’re not like the rest of the Pogue girls. They’d grown up wild, promiscuous, loose. Trained to catch the attention of a rich Kook like himself, filled with self-serving motivations to marry into money. But he can already tell you’re different. With your cute little outfits and respectful, quiet demeanour. You look like you’d fit in where he was from.
Too bad he was only going to fuck you before discarding you like he did the rest of them.
“I’ll catch you guys later.” He says, making a beeline for you.
“Hey,” he chucks you under the chin, smirking when you jump.
“Oh, hey Rafe.” You look beyond his shoulder, “Your friends are all leaving.”
“Yeah. The waves are good this time of day.”
You gape, “But don’t you have classes?”
He takes a seat next to you, making sure to stretch out while you shrink into yourself. Still so nervous around him. He snickers, “You gonna tell on us?”
You look aghast, “No! I would never–”
“I’m just kidding, homeschool.”
“Oh,” you look embarrassed, “Sorry. Sometimes I–”
“Can’t tell if someone’s joking or not,” Rafe completes, “I remember. I’ll be more straight up with you.”
You nod, and he can tell you’re trying to think of something else to say. But you’re too nervous, too awkward. And so you just bury your head in your book again, all while he watches you. You’ve got a bottle of apple juice and a half-eaten sandwich of some kind on the table next to you. Cut up into little triangles. He bets you’ve done it yourself. Fuckin’ cute.
“You dress cute.” He says, and again, widened Bambi eyes stare up at him. He chuckles, “You know, the little skirts and plaid and shit. It’s cute.”
“Thank you.”
“You do it on purpose?” He can’t help but ask, because he wonders if a part of you knows what you’re doing. Knows you’re dressing like a sexy little angel out of his wettest dreams. All little and cute and innocent, so much smaller than him. Weak. All pastel and pretty, like you’d look so fucking sexy on the back of his bike. On his arm. On his dick.
“I don’t know what you mean by that,” you say, sounding every bit as innocent as you look. Damn, homeschool must’ve done a number on you. But he likes how sheltered you sound. It gets him so fucking hard, and a part of him almost feels sorry for how primed you are to be taken advantage of. “I wear my mom’s old clothes, or stuff I find in the charity shops.”
He’d had maids and housekeepers who shopped in places like that. He remembers him and his siblings giving them their old clothes once they’d grown out of them.
He nods, “You look pretty.”
Your breath hitches, and you really don’t know how to respond to that, because you slam your book shut and stand up, “I, uh, I have to go. I don’t want to be late for my next class.”
He watches you leave, distracted by your ass again but not enough to miss the little smile that quirks on your lips as you bid him farewell and walk away.
*
On day 4, Rafe walks up behind you in the busy hallway, pressing his huge hand on your lower back and pushing you into another secluded corner. He smirks when you squeak, but he likes how easily he can push you around because of how weak and small you are.
“Hey.” He told himself he’d take it slow (well, as slow as he could take it in the span of one week) and yet he can’t help but press into you a little bit. It’s innocuous enough, but your eyes widen as per usual, and the feel of your hot little body against his much larger one is enough to give him a boner. It’s how he could easily push you into an empty lecture hall and have his way with you if he so wanted to. Sure, you’d cry and resist at first, but they all gave in in the end. And if someone caught them, he’d pay them off.
Rafe Cameron owned the world. Nothing could stop him.
“Hello, Rafe.” You breathe, and he loves how his name sounds when you say it. He imagines you moaning it when he has you on his lap, pressing you down on his dick while you cry and whimper because it’s too much, it’s too big. But your greedy little virgin pussy would take every inch of his fat dick, and he’d do all the work, of course. You’d be too busy crying, and he’d bounce you up and down on his dick while you grabbed at his arms, his hair, his face. He’d tell you to scrape your nails down his back, leave a fucking mark or two so daddy could remember you.
“Come for a drive with me? I’ll buy you lunch.”
Despite your shyness, a fire flashes in your eyes, “I can buy my own lunch!”
He raises an eyebrow. As if on cue, you lower your gaze.
“Sorry, I mean… thank you for your offer, Rafe. But I can buy my own lunch.”
Surprisingly though, you agree to the drive. And he still has his hand pressed against your back, guiding you out to where his car’s parked. You ogle at it, probably never having seen anything as expensive. He wonders if your family even owns a car, or if you even know how to drive. It would be hot if you didn’t, it made you look even more helpless. In need of someone like him to protect you, take care of you. Someone powerful and wealthy like himself.
“Wow, I’ve never been on this side of the island before!” You say, oohing and aahing as you stare out the window. Rafe’s never seen anyone so easily excited by the neighbourhood he’d grown so used to. But he supposes the mansions, sports cars, country clubs and private beaches would be impressive to anyone who hadn’t grown up with easy access to all of that.
“No?”
“No, but my brother’s friend works there, I think.” You point to the vast golf course at the back end of one of the clubs. “He says the tips are really good.”
Rafe frowns. You were talking to other men? No, not you. You were too sweet, too innocent. He was sure he was the only man you spoke to. Or even if you were speaking to others, he doubts a golf caddy pathetically running after balls would be much competition. And yet, he bristles, wanting to change the subject.
“Do you have a job?” Rafe asks.
You shake your head, “No. I sometimes tutor some kids in the neighbourhood but nothing permanent. I’d love to have a part-time job with proper wages like the country club or library or something, but my family’s kind of protective of me.”
“Mm?” He’s deliberately being quiet, wanting to hear you talk, wanting to learn more about you.
“Yeah. That’s why I was homeschooled. My mom’s scared someone’s gonna take advantage of me.” You pause, before giggling, “It took a lot to convince her to let me apply for colleges, but I think she’s finally starting to see me as an adult who can make my own decisions and protect myself.”
The irony isn’t lost on Rafe, but he finds himself leaning closer. You have this way of talking, so soft and breathy, yet energetic and full of life at the same time. Like you’re a storybook character, like you’re someone out of this world. Like an angel dropped down from heaven and sent just for him. You’re his type to a tee. God, he wants to fuck you so bad.
“What would your mom say if she knew you were out with me?” His hand creeps up to rest on your knee. You’re wearing jeans, which he doesn’t approve of but he decides to give you a pass since it’s windy today.
You don’t notice his touch anyways; you’re too busy pondering over his question. But there’s a glint in your eye, “Sh-She wouldn’t approve. But that’s only ‘cause she doesn’t know you.”
The corner of his mouth twitches, his thumb rubbing circles against the denim of your jeans. “And you do?”
You swallow, finally realising he’s got his hand on you. Surprisingly, you don’t move. It’s almost like you’re frozen, those big fuck me Bambi eyes making a comeback, “Uh…I…We’re friends, aren’t we?”
He smirks, “Yeah. Friends.” His hand creeps up higher, stroking your thigh softly, wishing you were wearing one of your little skirts so he could feel your bare skin. But it’s thrilling anyways, touching your quivering body while you’re defenceless inside his car. He could lock the doors and have his way with you right now. Hell, people outside would get quite the show but it wouldn’t be the first time he’s fucked in public.
Poor little you. Losing your virginity in the front seat of his car. He’d drag you into his lap, bounce you up and down on his cock. But not before making you beg for it first. And you’d cry so fucking bad, because it would hurt. Because he’d promise he’d be gentle but he knows himself, he knows he’d lose control like he always did. Fuck you so goddamned hard, he’d have to lay you down in the backseat afterwards because you wouldn’t be able to stop shaking. Then drive you back to his house, carry you into his bed and have his way with you again. And again. And again.
“Rafe?”
“Yes?”
“You’re not hanging out with me because you feel sorry for me, are you?”
That grabs his attention, “Why would you think that?”
You shrug, “No reason. I just… Well, you have so many friends. I guess I don’t quite understand why you’re hanging out with me.”
“I like you.” He shifts even closer, his hand steadily stroking your leg while you remain stiff, “Do you like me?”
“H-Huh?”
“You heard me, homeschool.” And yet he knows you’re distracted by his fingers tracing shapes on your thigh. Not random shapes, though. It’s his initials. Over and over again. R.C., he wonders if you can tell.
“I, uh, y-ye–” You’re having trouble getting your words out, and it amuses him. He can see you visibly shaking, and he wonders if it’s out of fear or anticipation. Or both. He leans down, bringing his face close to yours.
“I didn’t quite get that.” He licks his lips at how weak and intimidated you look. “Say it again.”
It’s an order, and you clear your throat, shake your head as if to clear your thoughts.
“Yes,” you whisper, as if it’s something scandalous, “Y-Yes, I like you.”
He pulls back abruptly, leaving you gaping at him.
“Let’s get something to eat. I’m starving.”
He buys you a panini from a little artisan bakery, with a strawberry iced tea and a packet of chocolate hearts with a cherry cream filling. You protest at first, unzipping your bag to pay for yourself, but he’d sooner roll over and die than let a woman pay for anything.
“Toss me one,” he says, and you throw a little cherry-filled truffle at him. He catches it between his teeth, and your eyes light up, clearly impressed.
“Wow, that was cool!”
“C’mere, you’ve got a little something…” He grabs your chin gently, pulling you forward before rubbing his thumb against the side of your lip, wiping away a bit of chocolate. “Messy girl.”
Your breath hitches, but you stay still for him like a good little girl. His thumb lingers, and he wants to press it into your mouth, make you suck the chocolate off it. Then tell you he had something else for you to suck on. Push you down and make you warm his cock with your mouth while he drove you back to campus. One hand on the steering wheel, the other pressing your head down, making you take his big cock despite you whimpering and panicking because you can’t breathe.
He rubs your lower lip with his thumb for a moment before pulling away. You clear your throat, snapping out of whatever reverie you’ve been in, straighten up against the seat and put your seatbelt on. You still look like you’re in a daze, however, and he wonders if you’re wet from him wiping your face clean.
“I-uh-we should head back please, if that’s okay?” you say, voice slightly shaky as you avoid eye contact with him. “I don’t want to miss my afternoon class.”
He grins, “You a teacher’s pet?”
That makes you smile, and you shrug shyly. It almost enamours him.
He gets you back to campus on time, and you give him a little wave before you jump out of his car and walk inside. And god, it’s insane how hot you are. Even in your jeans, which have cute little embroidered flowers on the butt. Makes your ass look insane. Like it’s begging to be grabbed, smacked, fucked.
He breathes out heavily through his nose, slumping back against his seat. His dick is uncomfortably hard. God, you didn’t even realise how much you’d teased him tonight. Sitting tight and pretty in the passenger seat of his car, so quiet and pretty. So innocently impressed by Figure 8, and by him. How shy you’d been when you’d admitted that you liked him…
He gets his phone out, blindly texting one of the desperate girls on his phone. He needs a release. And he’d be thinking of you the whole time.
*
On day 5, Rafe tells you to give him your number. From his peripheral, he can see a bunch of Pogues whispering and watching while he takes your phone and puts his number in.
“Have your little friends been talking more shit about me?”
You flinch. He can’t help the intensity of his tone sometimes, and he’s noticed you never swear and, like a jumpy little mouse, probably feel intimidated when he does.
“No, I haven’t really spoken to them in a while.”
Rafe grins, “Yeah?”
“Yes. I’ve been busy with schoolwork.”
He saves his number on your phone before pressing it into your back pocket for you. You gape, eyes darting around to see if anyone saw. He wonders just how prim and proper you are, and how quickly he could get you to come undone once he got you comfortable and behind closed doors.
“You’re not too busy to text me, right?”
You smile, looking down and fidgeting with your binder. He notices you’ve got little stickers on it, like cupcakes and hearts and shit. What a fuckin’ baby.
“Text you? I don’t really– I have to a test tomorrow that I need to study for.”
But he knows you’ll text him. They always did. You weren’t any different.
“What are you smiling at?” Kelce asks, pulling up beside him as Rafe watches you head into your next class.
Immediately, he straightens his face, “Nothing man.”
“You falling for that homeschool freak Pogue?”
He snorts, “You wish. I have standards.”
“You sure about that?”
He whips his head sharply to stare down at his friend, “You want me to repeat myself?”
Rafe doesn’t miss the flicker of fear in Kelce’s eyes. They’d never admit it, but he knows his friends are afraid of him. Of his mood swings, his unpredictability. He doesn’t care. In fact, he prefers it this way. They weren’t like him, they were weak-minded, beneath him. He kept them around because of semantics, because of who their parents were and who his dad was. And because they proved to be minorly useful sometimes when he needed help to get shit done.
All the girls he’d been with had been afraid of him too. When he fucked them, he often lost control. But it turned him on, how they’d swallow their fear in case they offended him, or set him off. Once, he’d fucked a girl who just wouldn’t stop shaking. Sure, he’d showed her his gun right before he’d bent her over, but it was her problem if she was frightened by something as mundane as that.
You weren’t scared of him. Yet. Intimidated, sure. But he’d kept that side of him well under wraps when it came to you. You were too sweet, too pure. And you were a good girl, incapable of crossing him in any form. He didn’t have to scare you to get what he wanted from you. No, you’d give it to him, like the good little girl you were. Naïve, innocent little girl.
*
Rafe: Hey.
Y/N: Hi, Rafe. How are you?
He finds himself smiling at his screen. There’s a party going on downstairs, but Rafe couldn’t care less. It’s the same thing every other night. His friends showing up at his house and bringing along a whole entourage of people he doesn’t give a fuck about. Sarah used to do it a lot before she moved out, invite her fuck ass Pogue friend group into his house as if they were ever welcome there.
Rafe didn’t want any Pogues inside his house. Unless they were girls that he intended to sleep with. But he appreciated it when they showed themselves out once he was done using them.
Rafe: What are you up to?
A minute passes by, then another one. Fuck, he hates that you’re making him wait. What a fuckin’ tease. He wonders for the hundredth time if you’re doing it on purpose. No, not you. You’re too innocent.
Y/N: Nothing, I just finished cleaning my room. Wbu?
It’s insane how the visual of that gets his dick hard in less than a second. The thought of you doing something as domestic as cleaning. The good little college girl, who went home straight after school and spent her evenings dusting and vacuuming or whatever it was that cleaning entailed. Unlike the Kook sluts his friends were probably fucking downstairs. They were pathetic party girls who’d easily spread their legs for a line or two.
He calls you, losing patience with this texting bullshit. He runs a hand through his hair impatiently when you don’t immediately pick up, huffing and gulping down the remaining whiskey in his glass. Slamming it down on his desk when you still don’t pick up. Fucking tease. He grabs a baggie from one of the drawers, prepares a neat line; despite promising himself he wouldn’t do it tonight. Fuck that. Ten seconds have passed; you still haven’t picked up. He snorts it quickly, about to throw his phone out the fucking window, except you choose that moment to pick up.
“H-Hello?”
“Hi,” he sounds slightly breathless, but who the fuck cared. He refills his glass with more whiskey, taking a sip to calm himself down. “Took your time to pick up, huh?”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” you say hastily, “I got distracted.”
He feels a sudden surge of jealousy so violent, he doesn’t know how to act for a moment. Distracted by fucking what?
“The lights went out, so I had to go reset them,” you explain, and he barks out a laugh. Jesus fucking Christ.
“Y-You sound kinda breathless, Rafe,” you say, “Is everything okay?”
“Why wouldn’t it be okay?” He downs his drink and sets it aside before his hand slips down. God, you sound so hot. All breathy and innocent, even just over the phone. “Tell me what you were doing.”
A pause, and then you force out a chuckle, “I told you, I just finished cleaning.”
“What like vacuuming and shit?”
“Yes.”
Over the years, Rafe had slept with a number of maids Ward had hired on multiple occasions. He’d fucked Wheezie’s babysitter a few years ago, the housekeeper too. His father had a knack for hiring hot Pogue girls, and maybe that’s where Rafe’s kink for them started.
He could imagine you working for him – he’d make you wear the sexiest little barely-there maid outfit. You wouldn’t question it because you were too innocent. With your little feather duster, trying to clean except you’d be too small to reach certain areas. Fuck, he wouldn’t last five seconds in the same room as you. And he wouldn’t have to because you’d be his hired help, his property. He’d have you bent over his desk, fuck you so hard till you couldn’t stop shaking, till you were crying like a baby and apologising for not focusing on cleaning all while he carried you up to his bedroom. Locked you up in there so nobody else could see you. His girl. All his.
“Uh, Rafe?”
“I wanted to talk to you,” he says.
A pause.
“Really?” You clear your throat, “Where are you? I can hear music.”
“Shit, yeah. Like, there’s a party or whatever going on downstairs. My friends came over unannounced.”
“Oh.” He can sense a level of dejection in your tone. He bets you’re thinking about it, thinking how it’s just a reminder that he has his own group of Kook friends. And you’d never be one of them. You’d never truly fit in. You were either one or the other. Hell, Sarah had proven that when she’d transitioned into the slums. But maybe there was a way to bring you into his world, a way that would stick.
He has to forcibly shake his head to remind himself you’re just part of a stupid bet.
“I’d rather speak to you than them.”
“That’s not true, Rafe.”
“I like how you say my name.” He’s palming his dick now, knowing he’s treading over the line and could easily scare you off now if he’s not careful. But fuck being careful. He’s never really been careful before in his life. He hasn’t had to be. “An’ I’m serious. I told you, I like you.”
“Rafe, I… I just can’t shake the feeling that–”
“That what?” He spits into his palm before resuming touching himself. And shit, he doesn’t know if it’s the drugs or if it’s really just the sound of your voice that’s got him so goddamned horny. He wonders if you’ve ever touched yourself before. If you even knew how to.
“That you’re just playing a big joke on me. I mean, even the people from the Cut think I’m this weird, homeschooled freak.” You laugh, but he can tell you don’t find it funny, “It’s just hard to believe that you’d want to be my friend.”
“They think I’m a freak too,” he says, being honest for once. “Only difference is they don’t talk shit about me because they know I’d kill them.”
“You’re funny, Rafe.”
You’re too innocent to realise he’s not kidding. Not in the least.
“And if anyone says anything about you, I’ll kill them too. I’m serious.” Fuck, he feels like his dick’s gonna goddamn explode. The thought of protecting you like that, like he was responsible for you. Like you were all cute and helpless and he was the one taking care of shit, the one protecting you. That’s all he’s done his whole life, take care of shit and get shit done. And nobody’s ever fucking appreciated him for it.
“Well, thank you, Rafe. I’ve never had anyone stick up for me like that.”
He likes how you keep saying his name now that he’s told you he likes it when you say it. Means you’d be real good at taking instructions. He can imagine telling you what to do when he finally has you in his bed. Order you to get on your hands and knees. Then he’d spread your cute little ass, eat you from the back while you moaned his name over and over, thanking him for taking care of you, weeping how much you appreciate him, how much he means to you. How much you need him.
“A-Are you still there?”
“Shit, yeah. Yeah, I am.” His dick’s red and painfully hard, and he’s still trying to pump it steadily but now he’s imagining your tight little virgin cunt wrapped around it. Soft like velvet, warm and wet. Pulsating around him. Never had even a finger up there but you’d take his big dick, because he owned you, because he was your protector, because you were too weak and helpless without him, and–
“Could you, uh, fuck, say my name again,” he orders you, not caring in the least if he scares you off.
“Rafe?”
He cums into his fist like a goddamned teenage boy, biting down to keep from making any noise. God fucking dammit, you’d listened again. What a good fucking girl. He wants to tell you that, tell you how good you were for him just now, how obedient and submissive you were without even realising it.
“If you’re busy, it’s okay and you can go,” you say softly.
“No, wait…” he clears this throat, grabbing a bunch of tissues from his desk. He can’t believe you hadn’t caught on to him jacking off. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Yes?”
“Do you want to come over tomorrow? To hang out?”
“Like, uh, at your house?”
“Yeah.” He needs you in private, needs you on his turf where he can control just about everything. God, was it even about the bet anymore? Or just this newfound fucking irrevocable need to fuck you just for his own personal satisfaction? Maybe both.
“I don’t know, I’ve never been to a guy’s house before.”
That just makes him even more determined to be your first.
“C’mon, it’ll be fun. We can go after your classes finish or whatever, and I’ll drive you home afterwards.”
“Rafe…”
He shuts his eyes for a moment, savouring the sound of your voice. He wonders if he can get you to call him daddy. God fucking dammit, just the idea of that was getting him hard again.
“Look, we’ll order some food, watch TV. Whatever you want. It’ll be fun. And it’s what friends do.”
That last part gets to you. He can tell. He knows how badly you want to have friends. He knows you’ve never had any. Not good, permanent ones like you saw in movies and TV shows. Hell, Rafe’s not sure he himself has real friends. But he doesn’t care. The idea of friendship means nothing to him. He’s best when he’s on his own because nobody else could be trusted. But what is important is having a girl like you in his bed. A girl like you who looks up to him with shining eyes, like he’s your goddamned entire world. A girl he plucked up from poverty and saved, and you’d appreciate him more than anyone in his dumb fucking family ever did.
“Say yes,” he all but orders you, but he already knows the answer before you say it.
“O-Okay, yeah. Yes, that sounds like fun. I’d love to come.”
*
“What do you mean you’re not coming?” Topper frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, “You were supposed to bring the, you know…”
Rafe rolls his eyes, wondering why he’s friends with a fucking loser who can’t even say the word coke. That’s why nobody on the goddamned island wanted to sell to Topper. Hell, even Barry refused to.
“I have plans.” Rafe answers, checking his watch for the tenth time. Your final class of the day was due to end any minute now, and he couldn’t wait to get you into his house.
“What plans? You were gonna help me with Sarah tonight.” Topper was a whiny fucking bitch, but even Rafe had to admit he was a better fit for his sister than that lowlife John B.
“I’m not helping you with shit, man.” He mutters disinterestedly, although he had promised a few nights ago that he’d help him. He’d been high as a fucking kite, though. So it didn’t exactly count. “Look, she’ll get bored eventually when she realises his broke ass can’t provide shit for her. Then she’ll come crawling back.”
Topper shakes his head, “No, Sarah’s not materialistic like that.”
Rafe smirks, “You don’t know her.”
“Well, speaking of broke, how’s it going with that homeschool girl? You guys sure seem to be hanging out a lot.”
“Do you have brain damage, Topper?”
“What?”
Rafe corners his friend against a wall, relishing the immediate fear in his eyes, “I seem to remember you placing a bet a week ago.”
“Well, yeah, but –”
“So why the fuck,” he hits the locker lightly behind Topper’s head, “are you asking me about hanging out with her a lot?”
“Chill, dude. It’s just,” he looks hesitant, scared as he’s barely able to make eye contact, “It’s okay if you like her, you know?”
Rafe feels a wave of emotion, something he can’t quite pinpoint. And that makes him mad, because what the fuck was he feeling? He has to clench his fists by his side to stop from slapping the taste out of Topper’s mouth. Why did him bringing you up irritate him so much? Jesus, reign it the fuck in.
He takes a deep breath and steps back, forcing a chuckle, “You think I’m gonna slum it like that?”
Topper grins nervously, as if Rafe hadn’t had him pinned against a locker like a little bitch just a second ago. He straightens up, “I mean, it’s not exactly a secret what your type is.”
Rafe laughs, and Topper relaxes and joins in after a moment or two. That’s when Rafe slams him against the locker again.
“Get it through your thick fucking skull, Topper. I may fuck a Pogue but I’d never date one. Got that?”
“Yes, okay, Jesus Christ, man.” Topper pushes Rafe off him and backs off, “Do whatever the fuck you want.”
That’s when Rafe starts laughing again. “I will, pussy.”
Topper fucks off after that. Sometimes, Rafe wonders what his deal is. He acted up in front of the rest of the group, then tried to act all sensitive and understanding in private. Like Rafe had time for that shit. And how dare Topper insinuate that Rafe had feelings for you? Hell would freeze over before he ever caught feelings for a Pogue.
He realises a bunch of people are staring at him. Goddamit. Fuck all of them. When he was younger, Ward had sent him to see a therapist once a week. He’d quit going once he’d realised it was everyone else who was the problem, and not him. But one thing the shrink had taught him that had stuck was to breathe slowly and count to ten whenever he felt angry or overwhelmed.
That’s what he’s doing when you arrive.
“Hey, Rafe. I’m sorry I’m late. The professor held me back.”
“Why?” He barks out before he can contain himself. He’s already on edge, and now some dumbass professor is keeping you back in class because you undoubtedly get his old, shrivelled dick hard and you’re too innocent to even realise it.
You blink, “He really liked the essay I submitted last week. He even said he wants to use it as an example for his other classes!”
“That’s great,” Rafe plasters a smile on his face but he’s only half listening, “Let’s go.”
He calms down some as he guides you out of the hallway and toward the parking lot. He almost grabs your hand when it gets a bit too crowded, but remembers himself just in time. He couldn’t be caught holding hands with a Pogue. It was too intimate, and like he’d said to Topper, he’d never let it get to that point with a Pogue. Instead, he places his hand on your lower back and pushes you forward. You smile at him, and it goes straight to his… well, not his dick, surprisingly. But it goes somewhere within him, and he feels it again. Something he doesn’t really recognise or know how to deal with. So he forcibly pushes it back inside himself.
“You look cute,” he says once he’s got you outside and there’s more room to breathe. You look like an angel in the afternoon sunlight, dressed in the cutest little sundress he’s ever seen. It’s this pinkish-orange, like the colour of the sunset, and you’ve got matching ribbons in your hair. Like you’ve really made an effort to get all dressed up just to go to his house.
“Thanks,” you look down as if you’re embarrassed, like you don’t know how to take a compliment, “It’s my mom’s dress.”
“It’s really pretty,” he says softly, before clearing his throat and looking away.
He gets you to his car, lifting you up by your waist and helping you into it. And that turns him on so much, how small and sweet you look. Like a little fairy in his arms. None of the other girls were like you. Not at all. He wonders what you’re wearing underneath, and feels his cock thicken in his slacks with anticipation when he realises he was probably going to find out today.
You don’t say anything when he pulls up into the driveway of his house. Ward had fucked off on some business trip and taken Wheezie and Rose with him so he had the place to himself. That’s how he liked it best, it gave him space to think and breathe without the constant noise of his family. Well, Wheezie was an exception. He didn’t mind her too much.
“Wait here,” he says, getting out the car and walking around to open the door for you. You allow him to lift you out again, this time your hands landing on his shoulders. And it’s fucking insane how that tiny, voluntary touch does things to him that no other girl has ever done before.
Now, he doesn’t think twice before grabbing your hand and pulling you down to the large, ornate wooden double doors. You’re distracted anyways, eyes wide as saucers as you ogle the mansion that Rafe’s never thought twice about. But he reckons it’s a step or two above whatever shacks the people from the Cut lived in, so he allows you to remain silent and let it sink in.
Finally, you exhale slowly, “This is… uh… wow. I can’t believe there’s people in this world who live like this.”
Rafe smirks, squeezing your hand, “Yeah. Do you want a drink?”
He leads you to the bar in the corner of the living room, again lifting you up and placing you on one of the stools. You giggle, “I can climb on myself, you know.”
“Yeah? You seem to like it when I pick you up, though.”
He winks, and notes how you duck your head and smile shyly, your hands wringing together on your lap like you’re nervous. God, you were so fucking cute.
“What’s your usual drink of choice?” He asks, going behind the island to inspect the liquor. His friends had gone through a lot of it at the party the night before, but the house help had restocked everything this morning.
You blink, “Um, water?”
He stifles a laugh, pouring himself his usual whiskey with ice, “You’re a good girl, huh?”
“I tried some of my mom’s wine once but it tasted horrible,” you shrug, “I don’t know why people like it so much.”
“Try this.” He pours you a Peach Schnapps with lemonade and ice, “It’s sweet like you.”
You hesitate, but end up taking it. And he watches as you take a tentative sip, and he knows you like it because you take another one. And then another. He can’t help but feel proud for introducing you to your first alcoholic drink.
“You’re not as bad as people say you are,” you say out of nowhere, and his expression immediately sours.
“People have been talking about me to you?”
“No, it’s just the stuff I’ve heard. Like what I told you before. But it can’t be true, because you’re so nice to me so it just doesn’t add up.”
He grips his glass tight, about to lose it because yet again people were talking shit about him behind his back and never to his fucking face. Because they were all a bunch of pussies who knew he’d beat the shit out of them or kill them if they said anything to his face. But then you speak again.
“Do you always drink after school?”
“Huh?”
“Like, alcohol. Do you drink a lot? Like every day?”
“No.” He lies. “Only sometimes.”
He takes you out to the patio, where the sun is shining and you look so fucking pretty in your little sundress. Like you fit right into his world, next to the pool with a drink in your hand, sat next to him and looking at him with sparkling eyes as if he was your god. He wonders if you’ve naturally grown more comfortable with him through the course of the week, or if it’s just the alcohol. Probably the alcohol, since no one was ever really comfortable around him.
Either way, he puts his hand on your leg just like he had a few days ago in his car. Your breath hitches, but you don’t make a move to stop him. Instead, you opt to take another sip of your drink, and he wonders if he can get you drunk tonight. Shit, did he even want to? It was no fun fucking a drunk girl.
“Tell me more about you,” he strokes the soft skin of your bare thigh, feeling your goosebumps underneath the pads of his fingers. “You ever had a boyfriend or anything?”
Your eyes widen, “No. I, uh, you don’t tend to meet any guys when you’re homeschooled.” Embarrassed, you giggle before looking away. He reaches out, grabbing your chin lightly and making you look at him again. Fuck, your lips were so sexy. So pouty and perfect, begging to be kissed. “What about…what about you? Have you had any girlfriends?”
He shrugs, “A few.”
You nod, “Of course you have. That was a stupid question. Sorry, I forget not everyone’s as far behind in life as I am.”
“You’re not far behind.” He says, although you are and he prefers it that way.
“I am. Every other girl my age has had all the experiences you’re supposed to have. Drinking, partying, boys, all of it.” You sigh, “Sometimes I feel like I’m so far behind that I’ll never catch up.”
Rafe inches his hand upwards, till he reaches the hem of your dress halfway up your thigh. He plays with the fabric, and he can tell you’re acutely aware of what he’s doing. You don’t make a move to stop him, but you do press your legs together.
“There’s still plenty of time to catch up,” he says softly, “I can help you.”
You smile up at him, holding up your drink, “You already have. I’d never drank with friends before now.”
“Congratulations,” he says, clinking his glass with yours, “To one of many firsts.”
He downs his drink and so do you, and he’s quick to get a refill for both of you. He’s guessing you’re a lightweight, and again the thought of getting you drunk crosses his mind. But that would be way too easy.
“I’m capping you after this one,” he says, handing you your second Peach Schnapps.
You giggle, “Are you gonna cap yourself too?”
“No.” He chucks you under the chin again, “But, see, I’m not a baby.”
“Hey!”
He kisses you. And shit, he hadn’t planned on catching you so off-guard. Hell, he’s caught himself off-guard. But he couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help how kissable your lips looked, all pouty and bitten. And you taste like cherry lip gloss mixed with peaches and lemonade, and you’re so pliant underneath him, and he’s kissed a shit ton of girls but it’s never felt like this.
You pull away with a start, shocked as you stare up at him. Breathing hard and biting your goddamned lips before they turn into the shape of an o.
“I’m sorry,” Rafe says, although he’s not, “I’ve been wanting to do that since the day I first saw you.”
Your breathing is shallow, and with a shaky hand you put your glass down on the crystal table in front of you. “I’ve never, uh, I’ve never kissed anyone before.”
“Well, it’s easy. I could show you.”
You swallow, “I don’t want this to be like, a pity thing.”
Rafe exhales slowly, “You’re here in front of me in this tiny fuckin” dress, acting all cute and innocent and you think I want to kiss you out of pity?”
Your jaw drops, “Hey, it’s not tiny!”
He kisses you again. And sure, maybe he should’ve asked permission since it’s, well, your first kiss. But frankly he’s never had to ask permission to do anything in his entire life, and he wasn’t about to start now. The way he sees it, you wouldn’t have worn a slutty dress and agreed to come to his house if you didn’t want him to make a move on you.
Again, you pull away, “Rafe, I– don’t… I don’t know how to kiss, I’m sorry–”
He cups your face in his hands, pulling you closer and pressing his lips against yours again. Just to feel your soft, quivering lips against his confident ones. He kisses you once, twice, three times. Coaxing you to open your mouth, to let him in. Fuck, a part of him just wants to shove his tongue down your fucking throat, show you what it means to really be kissed. But he’s already pushing his luck right now.
“I’ll teach you,” he says, “But you need to do exactly what I say, okay?”
He can’t believe his goddamned luck when you nod. God, you were just so fucking hot, prancing around his house in your little dress, all impressed by his riches and shit, drinking your drink he made you like a good little girl, and now here you were, agreeing to whatever he said.
He taps his leg, “Get on my lap.”
Your eyes nearly bug out of your head, “Wh-What?”
Rafe smirks, “Didn’t you just agree to do exactly what I say?”
He’s surprised with the amount of patience he has with you. If you were another girl, he’d have thrown your ass out to the curb for asking too many annoying questions. Or bent you over, shoved your face into a pillow to shut you up and had his way with you. God knew he’d done that more times than he could count over the years. He was aware of how much bigger and stronger he was than you and every other girl, and that fact turned him on more than anything. The fact that he could, if he wanted to, completely take advantage of you however he wanted. And all you’d be able to do is cry and beg him to stop, which would just turn him on more.
“I did, I’m sorry, but I don’t–”
Easily, he grabs your hips and lifts you up onto his lap, makes you straddle him with one leg on either side of him. Your dress is just about long enough to still cover your modesty, but now he’s acutely aware of your panty-covered pussy just inches away from reach. Fuck, he wonders what kind of panties you’re wearing, and if you’d let him look…
“There. Comfy?”
“Well, I guess, but…”
He pulls you into another kiss, this time catching you mid-sentence so he’s able to slip his tongue into your mouth. And you’re so fucking shy, just rigid while he explores your mouth. But he doesn’t mind. You taste so fucking sweet, and it’s getting him so hard, knowing he’s the first man you’ve let touch you like this, kiss you like this.
He can feel your breath hitch as he strokes your face, his thumbs running across your cheeks before his hand tangles into your hair. He yanks you closer, grazing his teeth against your plump bottom lip. You gasp, and he chuckles into your open mouth. His tongue plays with yours, coaxing you to kiss him back, but not really caring too much if you don’t.
And god, he wants to thrust up into you so bad. You’re sitting right on top of his fucking hard dick, and you don’t even seem to realise it. In fact, you shift around, that cute little peachy ass rubbing against his boner, and he wonders if you even know what a boner is.
When you pull away this time, your eyes are bright and excited. And he loves how he’s kissed the gloss off your lips, and how he can still taste you on his tongue.
“Wow, that was…” you giggle, breathless yet excited from finally having your first kiss, “I don’t have anything to compare it to, but that was good!”
Rafe has to crack a smile at your innocence, and his hand lands on your bare thigh, tracing his initials on it again, “Yeah? You like kissing me?”
“I…um… yeah I do,” you say shyly, before closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, “Could we uh, could we try again? Could I try?”
Well, shit. He’s never devoted this much time and energy into just kissing a girl, but his dick grows even harder at how you’ve plucked up the courage to ask him that. And so he simply nods and sits back, lets you figure out what it is you want to do.
Your cute little hands hold on to his broad shoulders shyly. And you lean up, fluttering your eyes closed like it’s some kind of fairytale for you and you’re the little princess kissing her prince charming. It’s part enamouring, part pathetic. But Rafe feels it again, that unfamiliar feeling bubbling up in his chest. He shakes out of it, focusing on your plump lips that hesitantly press against yours.
He sits still; lets you explore his mouth. Your tongue pokes out, swipes against his. And the feeling goes straight to his dick. And then he’s kissing you back, because he doesn’t have the goddamned willpower to just sit there and do nothing. There’s an animal inside of him and you’ve awoken it, more than any drug or alcohol ever could.
And he gets rougher, biting your lip till you gasp into his mouth. His hands slip up and down your bare arms before he takes your hand, squeezes it before pressing it down on his chest, wanting you to touch him, feel how much bigger he is than you.
“Good girl,” he mutters when you don’t move your hand, and then he fingers the hem of your dress. “Gonna let me touch you a little bit?”
“Rafe, maybe not too much–”
“C’mon, princess, you have to touch while you’re making out, right? That’s lesson number two.” He distracts you with another rough kiss, grabbing your jaw and squeezing while he brings you closer to his mouth. Kissing down your jaw and neck before returning to your lips, smirking when you squeak out a little involuntary moan. That’s when he slips his hand up your dress and cups your ass. Perfect little handful of your bubble butt, and he gives it a little squeeze to test the waters. You’re too distracted with kissing him, and so he squeezes harder. God, so fuckin’ soft and pliable, just like how he’d imagined.
“Nice ass,” he murmurs against your lips, and that’s what jolts you out of it. He curses inwardly when you pull away, pushing against his chest when he doesn’t immediately stop. And a part of him knows how easy it would be to just pin you down on this fucking sofa and have his way with you. Tell you how it’s your fault for wearing this fucking dress, your fault for seducing him in his own home, acting so sexy and innocent and getting him so riled up. Teasing him with your shy little kisses and squeaks till he had no choice but to hold you down and fuck you.
“I’m sorry,” you say as you slide off his lap, straightening your dress, “I just… I got overwhelmed.”
He blinks, and he’s this close to pulling you back on top of him, telling you he didn’t give you permission to stop, that you had to listen to him because this was his house and he’d been kind enough to invite you over. And he could make you feel so good, if you just stopped being a goddamned little prude.
Instead, he forces a smile, “You’re a pretty good kisser for someone who claims she’s never done it before.”
You beam, relaxing immediately, “Oh, you’re just saying that. I bet I was really bad.”
“My memory’s kinda foggy, I think you’re gonna have to remind me,” he pulls you back into him, and you giggle as he presses light kisses on your lips, his arm going around your shoulders while your hands tangle into his hair.
It doesn’t go any further than that, though. You stop him when he tries to touch you again, and a part of him wants to slam his fist down on the glass patio table in frustration. And yet, something stops him from just overpowering you and taking what he wants. No, that would be too easy. He’s about to crack you, he can tell from the way you look at him with those big eyes, now full of trust and comfort. He just needs more time.
Too bad he only had one day left to complete the goddamned bet.
“You should come over again,” he says when he’s done up your seatbelt for you in his car. He finds he likes doing all that shit – opening the door for you, lifting you into your seat, clicking your seatbelt into place, all of it. A stark difference from other girls, where often he’s tossed their clothes at them and motioned for them to leave after he’s done hooking up with them.
“That sounds nice,” you say, waiting for him to come round and get into the driver’s seat, “And I told you; you don’t have to drive me all the way home. I could’ve just got the bus.”
He blinks. He didn’t realise buses even functioned in Figure 8, but either way, he can’t have you on a public bus. Especially not in that dress, where every man would be leering at you and you’d be none the wiser about it. The control freak in him is itching to be let out, to tell you exactly what you were and weren’t allowed to wear in public, tell you how you weren’t allowed to speak to any men except him. And you weren’t allowed to argue or contest any of this, because he was in charge of you now, and–
“No buses,” he says firmly, his hand resting comfortably on your thigh as he drives, “Anyways, come over again tomorrow. We can go in the pool or whatever.”
He feels you go rigid, “Th-The pool?”
He glances at you, “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”
You laugh nervously, “Uh, I’m not too great with water. I don’t really swim or anything.”
Rafe has to do a double-take, “You realise you live on an island?”
Even he knew that every child born in Kildare could swim before they could even walk. It’s just the way it was. They were surrounded by water. Rafe doesn’t even remember learning how to swim; it was almost like he knew how to do it by default.
“I know how to swim, I just don’t like water,” you say, and there’s something off about your tone. Something he can’t pinpoint, but you turn to the side and look out the window. Silent for the rest of the drive. Rafe doesn’t push it, although your odd behaviour has piqued his curiosity.
It’s only when he’s pulling up into the pitiful dirt road of a street where your house is situated that you clear your throat.
“Look, Rafe, you’re my friend now. And I don’t really like keeping secrets from you. I’m sorry I was so quiet just now.”
Cute. He likes how much you apologise to him. It shows how respectful you are, how much you respected him as an authority figure.
“That’s okay,” he says.
You take a deep breath, “I used to go out in the water a lot when I was younger. With my dad. He had a boat, and I would help him. But…”
Your voice trails off for a moment. Rafe thinks he knows where this is going, and a part of him is touched you’d share something like this with him. A tiny, obscure part of him, that is. He can’t help but squeeze your leg reassuringly, and you clear your throat again and blink several times. Like you’re trying not to cry. And Rafe’s never had the patience for emotional chicks, but it’s different with you.
You force out a little laugh, “I don’t want to go into details. But one time we were out pretty far, and the weather was bad. Like, really bad. The waves were rough and…” You swallow, looking down into your lap and wringing your hands together, your chest rising and falling rapidly, “And… Well, I was fine but… my dad…”
Shaking your head, you don’t say anymore. You don’t have to. Your eyes are wet and glistening, the muscles in your face working overtime to stop the tears from coming out. He parks the car in front of your house, turning to face you. He’s never been in a situation like this before, and he’s not sure how to act.
Fiercely, you wipe away the one or two rogue tears that have escaped down your cheeks, “It happened so long ago, I barely remember it. But I’ve been scared of the water ever since.”
He nods, “It’s just you and your mom now?”
“Yes. And my brothers. But they’re always working, so it’s just me and her. That’s why she’s so protective of me… I, uh, I don’t have a dad anymore.”
Rafe knows what it’s like to lose a parent, but he can’t fathom ever talking about it or voicing his feelings on it or some shit like that. His loser therapist had tried to get him to talk about his mother, but he hadn’t. He couldn’t. It was just muscle memory at this point, to force any thoughts of her straight out of his mind. It was easier that way. And now, it was like he could barely remember her. And he hated it, but it made it easier too.
He’s never been good at comforting anyone else. And a part of him is glad you’re not sobbing your eyes out right now, because he’s not sure how he’d handle that. So he’s happy when you clear your throat again and smile up at him.
“I’m not sure why I told you that, I’ve never had a friend to tell that to before. I guess I just feel comfortable with you, Rafe.”
What the hell had he done to make you so trusting of him in the span of less than a week? God, you were like an innocent little angel, sitting in his car all tiny and vulnerable. Making him feel like a goddamned fucking monster for the thoughts he had towards you, what he planned to do with you. Suddenly, the bet feels so stupid and insignificant. God, this was why Rafe didn’t speak to the women he fucked. They went all emotional on him, and now he wasn’t sure how to act.
“I feel comfortable around you too,” he says carefully. He’s never been great with his words, but he grabs your hands that continue to wring nervously together. His big, warm hand dwarfing your tiny ones, and he realises you’re shaking. And there’s a part of him that wants to protect you against everything. Take you back to his place, lock you up in his room so he could keep an eye on you and keep you away from anything and anyone who could ever hurt you and make you cry.
Even if the only person who could hurt you the most right now is Rafe himself.
You leave after that, thanking him again and again for giving you a lift home. He wants to walk you to your door, but you run off quickly, and his mind’s too distracted to follow you. He drives off once he sees you’ve safely closed your front door behind you, his mind moving a million miles per minute.
Jesus Christ, why’d you have to go and open up to him like that? This would be so much fucking easier if you hadn’t done that. He hates that he should know better, that he knows that he should leave you alone. You were too innocent, too vulnerable for his bullshit; to be caught in the middle of some dumbass bet he’d made with his friends. God dammit, he hates himself for agreeing to that stupid bet, seems so fucking juvenile looking back. Wished he’d picked a different girl at the very least, someone not as lovely a you.
Most of all, he hates himself because he knows that despite everything he’s just found out about you, he still has every intention of fucking you. Daddy issues and a phobia of water. It was almost like fate was handing you to him on a silver platter. He had to fuck you. He’d figure out the rest later.
*
Kelce: One day left, loverboy.
Topper: Can’t wait to see the pictures.
Rafe mutes the groupchat before throwing his phone aside. He’d goddamn throttle his friends if they were in front of him right now. Sometimes, he gets these violent tendencies. He doesn’t really know what to make of them except it feels good to have some kind of release. Usually that comes in the form of pushing around a sorry ass Pogue, but that option’s not really available right now.
Instead, he searches blindly for the coke he’s stashed in his bedside drawer. Again, he’d promised himself he’d cut down, but this was just to take the edge off. It didn’t count. Not really.
He wonders what you’d think if you knew how often he took drugs. Well, you wouldn’t because he’d keep you well away from that part of his life. Even when he made you his girlfriend, he’d keep you separate from all the partying. And he’d never allow you to even look at any type of Class A drug. And who knows, maybe he’d become better for you, maybe he’d go stone cold sober if you wanted him to.
That makes him laugh. Going sober for a Pogue. It was insane of him to even consider it.
Again, he has to remind himself to take his emotions out of it. All you were was a stupid Pogue, and a part of a bet he was going to goddamned fulfil. And he wouldn’t allow himself to think anything more of it. He may have had a momentary lapse of judgement yesterday, but today was a new day, the last day of the week he had to fuck you.
How? He wasn’t too sure. Reports of a storm meant you couldn’t come to his house again like how he’d planned. Even now, Rafe could hear the harrowing winds outside. Like a goddamned cyclone. And the rain pelting down unforgivingly, and the distant roar of the sea, waves crashing like they’d taken on a life of their own.
The weather on the island was usually all sunshine, but once in a blue moon a storm would hit like now. Residents were always told to wait it out and stay inside. For Rafe, that meant copious amounts of drugs and alcohol. Sometimes a girl or two to keep him company. But the idea of fucking anyone that isn’t you right now makes him sick.
He thinks about texting you, but what would be the goddamned point? If he couldn’t physically be with you today? He knows the weak, pussy part of his mind just wants to talk to you in whatever form he can. But he needs to bury that bullshit down deep inside him and never back, and–
His phone vibrates. It’s you. And he hates how he feels his heart jump to his fucking throat. You’ve called him all on your own, which means you were thinking about him like how he was thinking about you.
“Rafe?” You sound sexy like you always do, all breathy and weak and needy. A bit panicked too.
“Hey,” he says, trying to sound nonchalant, “What’s up?”
“Hey, calm down.” Rafe barely recognises the gentle quality of his voice as he straightens up, “What’s wrong, princess?”
“I’m scared.”
You say it so softly, with an air of embarrassment and shame, that at first he doesn’t quite get what you’re saying. But then he does, and something kicks in inside him. This innate need to protect you. You sound so small and needy on the phone, and you called him. You need him.
“What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
“No, no. Oh, Rafe, it’s the storm. It keeps getting worse.”
He chuckles in relief that you weren’t in any immediate danger, “Well, shit. Yeah. Looks pretty wild, huh?”
“I hate it,” you whimper softly, “and I’m sorry I called. But my mom’s stuck at work, and my brothers are crashing somewhere else. So it’s just me, and, and…”
“Hey, calm down. It’s okay, you’ll be okay.” He’s never had to comfort anyone before, but it comes naturally with you. “As long as you stay inside, the storm should pass. Just watch TV or something.”
“The lights are gonna go off any second,” you sniffle, “They always do when the weather gets bad.”
They did? Rafe never noticed shit like that. Then again, he doubts you had the luxury of backup generators where you lived. He pauses.
“Gimme twenty minutes. I’ll come over.”
“No!” You say quickly, “Rafe, it’s too dangerous.”
He snorts. He’d been in far more dangerous situations than a little bad weather. But the less you knew about that, the better. “I think I’ll be okay, princess.”
“B-But we’re not allowed out. You’ll get a fine.”
Rafe can’t count on one hand how many times he’d been fined by the dumbass police on this goddamned island over some petty bullshit reason or another. A fine meant nothing to someone with money. He was above the law, and most people on this island knew it.
“Stay put. I’ll see you soon.”
Rafe actually enjoys driving in the storm. The roads are deserted, and he can speed without worrying about anything else. And he does speed, and he runs more than one red light too. Gets to your house quicker than he thought he would. Past all the other tiny shacks all boarded up because they weren’t built well enough to withstand the storm.
“Rafe! You came!”
You sound like a fucking needy little baby, but something pulls at his heart when you hug him harder than you ever have before. And you’re so small, on your tippy toes so your arms reach around his neck. Automatically, his arms wind around your waist and he holds you close, and he can feel you trembling, your face buried in his chest as you hold on to him tightly.
“Yeah. Roads were empty. Didn’t take long.” He mutters, looking around the inside of your house. Pitiful. And pitch black, because you were right, the power had gone out. He hates that you live here. You’d fit in so much better at Tannyhill, in a pretty pink silk dressing gown and dripping with diamonds he’d buy for you. And you’d be so thankful for him, tell everyone that he saved you, how well he took care of you. How he gave you everything you could ever want, and how much you appreciated him.
At that moment, a clap of thunder makes you jump and squeal. Quickly, you pull him inside and shut the door. That’s when he notices that you’re crying.
“Hey, it’s okay. C’mere.” He pulls you into another hug, and he’s never seen another human being look so scared, so vulnerable. It makes him feel so powerful, like the man he knew you needed. “You’re safe now, I’m here.”
It feels natural, his lips pressing a kiss into your hairline. Like you’re his little baby, like he’s been trusted with something so precious and now he has to protect you. And you’re too scared to be your usual jumpy self, and you just snuggle closer into him. A flash of lightning lights up the whole room, the storm relentless against the weak confines of this sorry excuse of a house.
“Maybe we should head back to mine.” He suggests, but you whimper again.
“No, no, we can’t go out there. It’s not safe. Rafe, please.”
He doesn’t think he’s ever seen another human being so scared before. Not even when he was fucking that one girl after he’d showed her his gun. Even now, he consciously tucks his gun further down the waistband of his chinos. Of course he’d brought it with him, he wasn’t going to enter the Cut without a piece on him.
“Okay, okay. We’ll stay here. When’s your mom coming home?”
“Not till tomorrow once the storm’s died down.”
He licks his lips. It was too good to be true.
You’re still holding on to him as you lead him into your bedroom. He wonders why you’d take him straight there, but he guesses it’s your safe place. And you’ve got candles lit up, and they brighten the room enough for him to notice how small it is. The size of a shoebox, with a single bed covered in pink sheets and a bunch of stuffed animals.
Despite everything, his dick hardens.
“You’re a really good friend, Rafe.” You say honestly, “Nobody else would’ve come over like this.”
He shrugs, sitting on the edge of your bed and patting the mattress next to him. It’s not even his house and yet he feels like he needs to take control. And you obey, taking a seat next to him. But you’re preoccupied with your own fear, doing that thing where you fidget with your hands in your lap.
“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else.”
You look up at him with wide eyes, biting your lip like you can’t quite believe what he’s said, “I-I’m not special, Rafe, I–”
You’re cut off by another clap of thunder, this one so loud it makes the whole house shake. You scream bloody murder, and honestly, if you were anyone else Rafe would’ve laughed. But it’s you, and so he just watches. It’s fascinating, the way you clutch onto him like he’s your saviour, and he wonders just how this opportunity had basically just fallen into his lap.
He pulls you into his lap, knowing you won’t protest. Not in the state you’re in. You’re wearing a pair of black leggings and a little white tank top. No bra, because he can feel your nipples, hard and poking out from the fabric of your top. He can feel them against his chest as he hugs you again, and he can also feel you shifting on top of him. Your peachy little ass rubbing against his dick like you’re a fucking tease except he knows you’re none the wiser, that you have no idea the effect you have on him.
He’s so turned on, it feels like he might explode.
“I’m sorry,” you apologise for the umpteenth time, “It’s just so scary. Wh-What if the storm gets worse, Rafe?”
“It probably will,” he says, feeling slightly wicked. He holds you tighter against him, wanting to feel the brush of your breasts against his chest again. Fuck, he wants to cop a feel so bad. “They were saying something about a severe weather warning on the news. Not like anything we’ve ever seen before.”
“Noooo,” you moan like a goddamned baby, cuddling into him even more.
“It’s okay,” he says, running his hand up and down your back, “You ever, uh, you ever think of distracting yourself from the storm?”
You hiccup and blink up at him with wet eyes, “Nothing works, Rafe.”
He smirks, “I could distract you.”
“H-How?”
He runs his thumb over your lips. They’re wet with your salty tears, and yet like muscle memory, you part them for him. You watch him in wonder, your breathing shallow as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, his other hand holding you in place by your hip.
“Suck.” He instructs gently, and your eyes are as big as saucers. But in your frightened, vulnerable state, you obey immediately. And it feels like he’ll bust a nut right there, watching as you suck his thumb on command like a little fucking baby. Like he’s your daddy.
“Good girl,” he says, stroking your hair out of your face so he can watch you better. “Now listen to me, I can help you. I can distract you so that you forget all about the storm. Do you want that?”
You nod slowly, almost like you’re entranced by him. Not that he needs the green light from you, but it’s hot to see you agree so easily to whatever he’s saying. Fuck, you really were just like an angel fallen straight from heaven and into his lap. Perfect for him in every single way. So soft, so impressionable. Completely untouched. Ready to be ruined.
“That’s good,” he mutters vaguely, thinking of everything he was going to do to you. He takes his thumb out of your mouth, noticing how you pout involuntarily, like you’d gotten used to the feeling of sucking on it. Fuck, he could give you something else to suck on. “Give me a kiss.”
“H-Huh–”
“Do it. Just like how I taught you yesterday. You remember our lesson, don’t you?”
You nod, “Yeah, but will that really work? I mean–”
It’s like God himself is on Rafe’s side because there’s a loud boom of thunder at that exact moment. And you jump in his lap, tears welling in your eyes. Your chest rises up and down, and you bite your lip again, your gaze zeroing in on his mouth. Slowly, you lean up, shyly pressing your lips on his. But there’s a desperation to it, and Rafe’s returning kiss completely envelopes you whole.
He makes out with you for a while, smirking through your little pants and moans mixed with a whimper every time the weather gets especially brutal outside. He’s never been with such a goddamned scaredy cat baby before in his entire life, and it turns him on beyond belief. In the state you’re in, he could get you to do anything.
Rafe’s hands slip up to grab your little top, tugging it upwards. And this time, he almost loses it in frustration when again, you stop him.
“Rafe, Rafe no stop.” You push his hands off, straightening your top back over your midriff. “Couldn’t we just… just kiss?”
He presses his lips together in a thin line, “You trust me?”
“Of course, I just don’t know if I want to–”
“Look, didn’t I say I would distract you? I mean, shit, I could just leave.”
Your jaw drops, a flash of fear glimmering in your eyes. Instinctively, you grab onto his bicep with your tiny hands, a pleading look on your face, “No, don’t!”
He smirks, “I won’t leave. But you need to trust me to do what I need to do to distract you. Because the storm’s just gonna get worse.” He grabs your chin when you avert your gaze, forcing you to look at him, “Hey, c’mon. Who has more experience with this shit, you or me?”
“Y-You.”
“Yeah. And who’s older?”
“You are.”
“That’s right. Which means you need to trust me to make these kinds of decisions, because I know what’s best for you. That’s why you called me over, right?”
You don’t say anything, but this time when he tries to take your top off, you don’t protest. And Jesus fucking Christ, he was right. You’re not even wearing a bra, almost like you were deliberately trying to seduce him. Acting like a whiny little damsel in distress, pulling him into your pitiful little pink room, all candlelit and shit, on your little bed with your stuffed fucking animals.
Your nipples are hard, and he can’t help but cup your breasts. They’re so tender, so soft just like you. He’d imagined this exact moment many times over the course of the week whilst he’d jacked off to you, but nothing could compare to now. The way you tremble beneath his touch, knowing no one’s ever touched you like this before. He squeezes gently, watching how your breath hitches.
He’s overcome with animalistic instinct in just a second, and leans down to take your breast into his mouth. Sucks your nipple sweetly, before biting down. You cry out, arching your back so prettily, feeding him more of your nipple as you push it into his mouth. He bets you probably don’t even understand why it feels so good, having never been touched like this ever before.
He pinches your other nipple and you gasp. He smirks and does it again, looking up at you to see you gazing imploringly down at him.
“Th-That hurts,” you say pitifully.
“Yeah, but you like it, don’t you?” He takes your hands in his, bringing them up to his hair. Like a good little girl, you get the message. Your hands fist into his hair as he continues to play with your tits, licking and sucking all over them, pushing them together, biting your nipples and sucking the sensitive skin around them, wanting to leave his mark everywhere.
“Rafe, I, that… oh… oh my–”
“Stand up, baby.”
You squeak at the pet-name that falls so naturally from his lips, and he can tell you like being called that. It’s from the way your eyes widen, and how you scramble to obey. God, you were a little tease but you took instructions so fucking well.
You stand between his legs, and it gets him so fucking hard that you’re still barely eye level with him even when he’s sat down.
“Take your leggings off.”
You open your mouth to argue, but this time he just flashes you a look and you’re quick to shut the fuck up. That, and he distracts you with his hands running up and down your sides, squeezing your waist, then your hip. Finally landing on your ass with a light slap as if to tell you not to keep him waiting.
You push your leggings down and step out of them, till you’re standing between his legs in just your pink flowery panties and nothing else. And he feels a hunger he’s never ever felt before, looking down at you ravenously as if you’re a piece of meat and he’s a goddamned starved lion. A part of him just wants to grab you and stick his cock inside you while you scream and thrash and beg him to stop while you secretly enjoy it and cum again and again.
“Turn around,” Rafe says slowly, because despite his animalistic thoughts, he wants to savour this. And you do, letting him see your sexy butt adorned in just your panties. He hooks his thumb under the elastic, snapping it against your skin and laughing crudely when you yelp. “God, you’ve got such a perfect ass. I knew that since the moment I saw you.”
“Wh-What?”
“You heard me. You’re always wearing the cutest little outfits, like you were showing it off just for me.” He grabs your left ass cheek, squeezing it hard while you moan in pain or pleasure, right now he doesn’t really give much of a fuck. His other hand palms his cock through his pants at the sight.
“I wasn’t!” You say indignantly, as if he’s accused you of the absolute worst. “I wasn’t showing off, Rafe!”
“Sure you weren’t,” he snorts, “Now bend over, lemme see it better.”
He can’t believe it when you don’t hesitate this time, almost like you’re seeking his approval. Like you’re under some kind of submissive spell now, making everything even easier for him. You bend over, and your cute little ass is directly in his face. He pushes your panties to the side, gives the soft flesh a feather-light kiss before spanking you again. You yelp all cutely, but stay in position for him. What a good fucking girl.
“Stand up straight, look at me again.”
You turn back around, biting your lip as you look at him anxiously. Around you, the whole room seems to vibrate as another boom of thunder strikes. You make a noise in your throat, before grabbing onto his bicep again. You keep doing that, and it makes him feel strong, big, important. Like you’re a little baby seeking protection from her daddy.
“I’m gonna take your panties off now, okay?” He doesn’t know why he tells you before he does it, but he watches as you relax. There’s a war going on behind your eyes, he can tell. He knows part of you is liking how he’s making you feel, and part of you is desperate to distract yourself from the storm, and it’s battling the part of you that wants to keep your modesty, the part that knows this is a bad idea, that itching fear that he’s not a good guy, that he’s taking advantage of you.
Slowly, he slips your panties down your shaking legs, and you keep holding on to his arm like you’re scared to let go. Like the storm would come and get you the moment you stopped holding him like a little baby. He lets you, liking how weak you feel against him.
And then you’re completely naked in front of him, stepping shyly out of your panties that are left on the floor in a heap along with the rest of your clothes. And he’s still fully dressed, and that juxtaposition turns him on beyond belief. He can smell your pussy, and it’s driving him crazy. Makes him want to just pin you down and have his way with you. It incenses him in a way he’s never really experiences before.
His hands grab your hips, yanking you closer. He feels a wave of impatience, pushing you down till you’re sitting on the bed. He gets up, pushing your legs apart with one of his own. You gasp, and he sinks down to his knees, pressing a soft kiss to the skin just below your belly button.
“It’s time for lesson number three, baby,” Rafe murmurs softly, “this is how I’m gonna distract you, okay? Shit, I’m gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget all about the storm. You gonna let me do that?”
You swallow, “H-How, Rafe?”
God, you were absolutely clueless. Made him feel like a fucking monster for taking advantage of you like this. But he liked it, liked how good and sweet and innocent you were, even now when he had you naked on your pretty princess bed with your legs spread for him.
“I’m gonna kiss you down here for a while, alright baby?”
“Down there?” You suck in your breath prettily, as if the very idea of that sounds so insane to you. God fucking dammit, just how much had your mother sheltered you?
Instead of explaining further, Rafe spreads your folds with two of his fingers, smirking when he sees you glistening and wet. And God, what a pretty and perfect pussy you had, all slippery and wet, like it was begging to be fucked. And even now, as you sit there breathing heavily, your pussy seems to get wetter just by him spreading it. You’re leaking down onto your pretty pink sheets, and it’s all because he’s merely touched you there.
You’ve gone silent, the storm seemingly already forgotten as you just watch him. Your chest rises up and down, and it’s like every other part of you is frozen in place. In awe, until he notices a slight movement in your pelvis. Involuntarily, you hump the air, like your poor pussy is begging for some type of contact or friction. He smirks.
“You have an accident, princess?”
You look absolutely aghast, “No!”
Rafe leans forward, inhaling deeply. And you smell so goddamned sweet, and he can’t wait any longer. He lays his tongue flat against your virgin cunt, and he can feel you throbbing with anticipation. He licks upwards, and you grab onto his hair, tugging hard as you yelp.
“Oh my God–”
He looks up, “Not God, baby. Just me.” Absentmindedly, he flicks your clit with his thumb and your entire body jerks. He chuckles, “And there’s another thing I’m going to need you to do.”
“What?”
“You’re going to call me daddy while I eat your cunt, okay?”
For the fifth time this evening, your jaw drops, and you gaze down at him in indignance, “What? But Rafe, you’re not my–”
“Your daddy? I mean, you do want me to take care of you, don’t you?” He smiles when you don’t immediately respond, “That’s why you called me today. Because you felt unsafe, like how you’ve felt your whole life ever since you lost your real daddy, isn’t that right?”
He half expects you to shove him off you, scream, lose it, slap him, kick him out of your house for going there, for trying to take advantage of your obvious daddy issues. But it’s like you’re in a trance, and he keeps going, “You want someone to take control, to reassure you that everything’s gonna be okay. That’s why you’ve let me take care of you this whole week, right? Because you need me, you like how I make you feel.”
He softly strokes your bare thighs, noticing that you’re shaking under his touch. And you look like you’re about to cry, in your most vulnerable state in front of him. And yet he keeps going, his voice like a calm lull, almost hypnotic with how you look at him with your huge, unblinking eyes.
“I can be your new daddy, princess. You’re gonna let me, aren’t you?”
Rafe doesn’t wait for your response. Instead, he grips your thighs harder, spreading them as far as they’ll go. He spits on your mound, watching his saliva drip down to your pussy. You’re watching too, with stricken, hooded eyes. Like you’re frozen in time and space, and he’s the only constant.
Leaning forward, he envelopes your clit between his lips, giving it a harsh suck. Your entire body convulses, and you moan the loudest he’s ever heard you. Thunder claps at the same time, but you’re louder than it, and your hands grab on to his hair, and you press your cunt into his face, practically smothering him but he fucking loves it.
“Tell daddy to lick your cunt,” he orders, his voice deeper and lower than it’s ever been, and a slight threat in his tone, “say it, or else I’ll stop everything.”
“L-Lick it, please,” you beg so prettily, keeping your voice barely above a whisper. Rafe sits back, looking at you expectantly till you make the prettiest little noise of impatience. You shoot him a pleading look of desperation, but he doesn’t let up. You cry out, gripping his hair harder before ducking your head in shame, “P-Please, okay? Please lick my cunt, daddy.”
Rafe could’ve orgasmed right there at the sound of your sweet, delicate voice pleading with him, finally addressing him as daddy. Instead, he sucks hard on your sensitive, engorged clit, and you scream bloody murder. He snickers against your soaking folds, grabbing your thrashing hips, stilling them slightly but allowing you to rock them against his face till it’s shining with your wetness.
“Messy little girl,” he mutters, “excited, aren’t you? Never had this virgin pussy eaten, huh?” he grows sloppy, messy with his licks. Tonguing your sensitive nub till you’re a writhing mess above him, incoherent little gasps and moans tumbling out of your mouth as you continue to hump against his face because you’re a goddamned virgin who doesn’t know how to act because you’re feeling so good.
Rafe’s practically making out with your pussy, and he’s never enjoyed going down on a girl as much as he is right now. It’s how responsive you are, it’s how this is all so new to you so you don’t even know nor care to hold anything back. You’re rubbing your pussy on his face like all you can think of is how good he’s making you feel. And he fucks you with his tongue, unable to quite believe how sweet you taste. Like an angel, his angel. All his.
“It’s…It’s too much, Rafe!” you cry out, and yet you’re rolling your hips with abandon, riding his tongue while he sucks and licks you out like he’s starved.
“You can take it,” his voice is muffled, and you try to wrap your thighs around his head except his grip on them is too strong. It’ll leave bruises in the shape of his fingers all over your soft skin, but he likes that. He wants to bruise you, mark you, make you his in every way possible. So next time when you wore a slutty little sundress, every goddamned man on this island would know you’re taken. Fuck, he’d get his name tattooed on your goddamned pussy, and–
You cum, squeaking so prettily he wants to bottle up the sound and keep it safe in his memories forever. Your first orgasm, and all it took was a couple of minutes of him eating your cunt. And your muscles squeeze around his tongue, and you cry and moan like you don’t even know what’s happening. Your grab at his hair, pulling so hard because you’ve probably never felt like this before.
And Rafe doesn’t stop, his tongue swirling circles while you hump and grind against his mouth, riding out your orgasm, moaning his name over and over again. Outside, the weather gets worse, and at one point he notes the whole room shakes as if the goddamned roof’s about to blow off. You don’t give a fuck though, and he doesn’t either.
“Oh, Rafe, oh, oh oh, it’s too much!”
Now, you’re trying to push him off you, but selfishly he keeps tongue-fucking you. His thumb rubs your engorged, sensitive clit. He knows it’s too much for you, but he’s too fucking turned on to stop.
“C’mon, baby. Don’t be like that. Lemme give you another one.”
“No, I-I can’t, I, oh fuck!”
He slaps your clit, and a squelching sound fills the room. You gasp, and he just snickers, having entirely too much fun with you. And again, you twitch your hips, inadvertently pushing your cunt into his face again. You’re out of breath and sensitive from your first orgasm, and yet your greedy little pussy wants to give him another one.
“You like it when your daddy slaps your cunt?”
You’re such a shy little thing, gaping at him as if he’s said the most insidious thing on earth. And yet, your cunt squeezes around his tongue, and he you up as you continue to leak into his mouth. He looks up at you, “Tell me you like it.”
“I, uh, I like it, uh… daddy, oh gosh!”
It takes just one more spank and you come undone, cumming all over his face and he licks you throughout. Long, languid stripes of his tongue flat against your wet folds, then he switches to fucking you with it, and your fuckhole’s so goddamned tight, his tongue barely even fits a little bit, but it doesn’t stop him. He’s got one hand slipped down his pants, jacking off because this is the hottest thing in the world he’s ever witnessed. Innocent little baby crying after orgasming from getting her pussy spanked by her daddy.
He feels like a lion closing in on the fucking lamb, forgetting himself for a second as he gets up. Aggressively pushing you down till you’re lying flat on the bed, surrounded by your stupid stuffed animals. In a second, he’s on top of you, breathing hard like a man possessed. God fuck, all he had to do was shove it inside you, hold you down and tell you to take it. Maybe press his hand over your mouth to keep you from screaming too loud. Not that it mattered. Nobody could save you from him tonight.
But you blink up at him so prettily, so unaware of his intentions, your eyelashes wet with tears. Your lips bitten and pouty, face shiny with sweat. Your hands grab his arms again, squeezing like you’ve grown used to doing.
“R-Rafe, that was… wow.” You say breathlessly, so blissfully innocent, not realising at all that he’s moments away from holding you down and fucking you, that he’s planning how he’ll do it in his head this very moment. “I never… I never thought it could feel that good.”
Rafe finds himself feeling that again, that weird feeling that kept bubbling up inside his chest from time to time whenever he was with you. He still doesn’t have a name for it; he can’t even properly describe it. But looking down at you now, watching you stare up at him with those shining eyes of yours. All he can do is push a piece of your hair out of your face, and smile slowly down at you.
“What do you even know about sex, baby?” He breathes, his face so close to yours.
“Oh, well, uh… Not that much. I mean obviously I know how it works. I just… I didn’t know you could call someone da– that.”
He smirks, tapping your cheek condescendingly, “You mean daddy?”
You look embarrassed, “Yeah.”
“I need you to keep calling me that, okay?” Rafe says gently, “It’s completely normal and I told you I’d take care of you from now on. You want that, don’t you?”
Again, he nudges at your lips with his thumb, making you suck it. Which you do, and the feeling goes straight to his dick. He wants to fuck you while you suck his thumb, gently rock his hips into you, your tight pussy squeezing his huge cock while you whimper around his thumb, sucking it while you cried and just took it, took whatever he gave you and then said thank you, daddy like the good little girl you were.
He starts kissing you again, unable to help it. And your response is so enthusiastic, he feels like he might explode. You’re getting more confident with all the kissing stuff, and Rafe likes that it’s all because of him.
“You ready for the next lesson, baby?” He asks between kisses, his hands everywhere all over your naked body. Squeezing your breasts, playing with your ass. Loving that you’re naked beneath him and so willingly too.
You swallow harshly, “I don’t think I’m ready–Oh!”
He takes your hand, pressing it inside his slacks. Right on his hard, throbbing dick. And fuck, it feels so small, so weak against his pulsating cock. He bites his lip hard to keep from thrusting into your hand.
“Take it out.”
“N-No!”
He exhales loudly through his nose, holding your hand tight against him when you try to snatch it away. “Baby, what did I tell you about doing what I say?”
“I-I know but… but I’m scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared,” he says, “but you need to do this, alright? Didn’t I make you feel good just now?”
“Well, yes, but–”
“So just trust me. I’ll make you feel good again, okay baby?” He kisses you lightly once, twice, three times till you smile, “You’ve been such a good girl tonight. So brave for me....”
You hiccup, looking up at him with those goddamned saucer-like eyes again, “R-Really?”
He strokes your cheek, innately aware of your hand relaxing against his cock, “Yes. Such a brave, good girl. You forgot all about the storm outside, didn’t you?”
As if on cue, you whimper and cuddle into him more. He smiles like a goddamned wolf, feeling evil yet desperate at the same time, “Call me daddy again, princess.”
You don’t even fucking hesitate, “d-daddy, I–”
“Take daddy’s cock out, baby. It’ll distract you, I promise.”
You do exactly what he says, and he helps you. He can’t help but hiss when you free his dick from the confines of his slacks, and you gasp too, dropping it immediately when you see it.
“Shit, gimme your hand,” he murmurs, and he doesn’t wait this time. Snatching your hand in his, he spits down into your palm before pressing it on his dick. “Stroke it.”
You pull back, “I don’t know how, I don’t–”
“Do it or I’ll leave right the fuck now.”
In your helpless daze, you whimper before placing your hand back on his dick. And it’s so red, about ready to explode the moment you touch him. He exhales slowly, and it feels so fucking good, and he covers your hand with his, guiding it, making you stroke him up and down.
“That’s so good, baby. You’re so good.”
“I am?”
“Shit, yeah, just keep doing that. You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He notes how you grow more confident, rubbing his dick and jacking him off like a good little girl. His hand leaves yours, instead cupping your face as he pulls you in for another kiss. He can’t help kissing you, you taste so fucking sweet and it’s insane because he’s never particularly enjoyed kissing anyone this much before. But he loves kissing you, leading you through it, guiding you. Loves how responsive you are, loves how you listen to him even when you feel all scared and hesitant. As if you know that at the end of the day, he was the one with all the power, the one in charge. The only one who knew how to take care of you.
“You ever seen a cock before this, princess?” He asks crudely between kisses.
Your eyes widen, “N-No, Rafe– I mean, uh, daddy.”
“No? Good girl. That’s so fuckin’ hot.” He bites your pouty bottom lip, and you gasp, squeezing his dick in your hand and it makes him moan straight into your fucking mouth. What a naughty girl.
“It’s, uh, it’s so big,” you say quietly, so quietly that Rafe almost doesn’t catch it. But he does, and he smiles, pulling back slightly.
“Yeah?”
Shyly, you duck your head, “Yeah, daddy.”
God, you were so fucking irresistible. He couldn’t take it anymore. He takes your hand, which was still steadily pumping his dick, and holds it tightly. Holds both your hands by your sides as he nudges your legs apart again, and watches as you take a deep breath, as if you know what’s coming.
Lowly, he whistles at how wet you are, your juices having leaked down to stain your pink sheets again. Rafe’s never had a virgin before but he knows how eager they are, how easily turned on they get. He can imagine how slippery wet and snug your snatch would be around his dick. Now, he swipes a finger down your slit, gathering your wetness while you squirm under him.
“Aww, look how excited your pussy is, princess.” He snickers, bringing his finger up to your lips, smearing them with your wetness, getting it all over your face too till it shines and you’re all messy. “Tell me, what’s got her so wet?”
‘I don’t know.”
SMACK.
Rafe finds he quite enjoys slapping your cunt, especially when it’s so wet and throbbing. You cry out, quivering and shaking underneath him. He flashes you a look, “Answer the question.”
“You,” you breathe, blinking up at him, “You, daddy.”
“Yeah? I get your pussy wet?” He’s working himself up, his dick nudging against your folds and he doesn’t know why he doesn’t just shove it in there. “Tell me why.”
You moan pleadingly, “R-Rafe, please!”
“When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it properly,” he says, enjoying himself a bit too much. It was payback for all the times you’d teased him without even realising it this past week. Flaunting your sexy little body, blinking up at him with those fuck me eyes, as if you were just begging for it in your own little innocent way.
You swallow harshly, and despite everything he can see you thinking carefully, as if you want to give him a real proper answer to impress him. Cute.
“I, uh, I like how big you are,” you stutter slowly, “you-you’re a lot bigger than me.”
He grins wolfishly, pushing his hair out of his face before pressing a greedy kiss to your lips, which you respond to fervently. But he pulls away all too quickly, looking down at you as if he expects you to continue.
“I like how strong you are,” you’re looking anywhere but at his face, he guesses because you’re too shy. He sponges kisses down your jaw, your neck, down to your chest. Kisses all over your tits, presses them together and licks them, bites at your nipples while you moan between your words. “You make me feel safe, daddy.”
Rafe pauses, and it’s there again. That stupid fucking feeling that he doesn’t understand, nor does he care to understand it right now. Nobody’s ever felt safe with him before. Everyone’s always been afraid of him or hated him or screwed him over because they didn’t trust him. No one’s ever looked at him how you’re looking at him and it makes him feel things he’s never felt before.
But he shoves those feelings straight back down, clears his throat before pressing his finger down between your folds. You shiver and moan, hips bucking up before he pins them in place. He tries pushing his pointer finger inside you, but is met with resistance despite how soaking wet you are. Fuck.
“Tightest pussy I ever had,” he mutters, “but she’ll take daddy’s dick, won’t she?”
It’s more of a statement than a question, and he ignores your soft cries as he forces his finger up your cunt. Till it’s finally knuckle-deep, and he bets you can feel the cool silver of his ring against your warmth. And your pussy’s so fucking snug, gripping his finger like a vice, and even he has to wonder how he’d possibly fit his big dick inside you.
“So full,” you breathe, your chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. But he shuts you up soon enough when he starts fingering you. One singular finger, because that’s all that fits. But he moves it in and out, curving upwards till you moan, thrusting your hips in rhythm like you can’t even help it.
“Gonna add another one, okay baby?”
‘W-Won’t fit, daddy.”
“Shh, yes it will. Daddy’s gonna make it fit.”
Rafe makes it fit. He has to hold you down while you cry like a baby, but soon he’s got his index and middle finger shoved inside you, finger-fucking your tight, virgin cunt while his hard dick slaps against his stomach, and he’s so fucking turned on. More than he’s ever been in his whole life.
“How’s that feel, baby?” He murmurs into your ear, nibbling at it, licking inside it and making you jump. And fuck, you’re so jumpy, and he has to keep you pinned down while he fingers you, and a sick part of him wonders if he’s drawn blood already.
“H-Hurts,” you whimper like the goddamned little cry-baby you are. “R-Rafe please slow down.”
“Come on, don’t tell me to slow down,” he continues pumping his thick fingers up your slippery wetness, feeling like you’re swallowing them up whole every time, “Not when you’re drippin’ all over your sheets like a little–”
“But it hurts!”
“That’s okay, it’s supposed to hurt,” he explains slowly, like you’re dumb, “it’s because you’ve never done this before, so that’s why I gotta stretch you out like this first, okay?”
A lone tear meanders down your cheek, “I-I don’t think it’s gonna fit, Rafe.”
“I made ‘em fit, didn’t I?”
“Nooo, you’re, uh, I mean your…” You sniffle helplessly, a wild look in your eye that looks half scared, half confused as he bets your body’s starting to betray you.
Rafe feels a smile creep up on his face, “You already thinkin’ about my cock, sweetheart? How it’s gonna feel when it’s up your virgin cunt?”
You shake your head vehemently, but you’re a little angel slut because your hips are bucking up to meet his fingers. “Rafe, no. Your f-fingers, they’re already too much, I don’t think I can take…”
“Didn’t I just tell you I’d make it fit?”
You grip his arm tightly, pleadingly “Y-You’re too big, I-I don’t think I can handle anymore…Oh fuck!”
He knows he’s hit that spot inside you because your whole back arches, and you let out the hottest moan he’s ever fucking heard in his life. Complete abandon, head thrown back, digging your nails so hard into his arm that he’s sure you’ve broken through his skin.
“That’s right, baby girl. Just fuckin’ take it,” he mutters, increasing his pace, wondering if he can fit a third finger in. “Fuck, you’re so good, baby. Taking your daddy’s fingers like a champ. God, look at your little virgin cunt, swallowing ‘em up like a greedy little slut. Didn’t think you’d turn out to be so fuckin’ slutty, baby.”
You clench around him, moaning his name and he can’t believe how much his dirty talk is having an effect on you. His thumb rubs at your clit while he continues to finger fuck you, wanting to draw another orgasm out of you because you’re so fucking gorgeous when you cum, and he wants you to make a mess all over his fingers before he finally takes you with his cock.
“Too much, too much, oh, oh, oh,” you’re half delirious, humping against his fingers, letting him fuck you with them, and he knows you must feel so full. And it feels like heaven for him, being inside you (even if it is just with his fingers). You feel so soft, so wet, so warm. Your muscles tensing and relaxing around him as he builds you up.
“Take it,” Rafe repeats, “bet it’s never felt this good huh? You ever finger yourself, baby girl? Touch yourself late at night when you think everyone else’s asleep?”
You gasp at his words, but he feels you clench around his digits.
“Mmm, not such a good little girl after all, huh? Fingering yourself when you think your mommy’s asleep,” he grins wickedly at the horrified look on your face, increasing pace, “but it’s never enough, is it? Your fingers aren’t as big as mine, so you could never make yourself cum.” He laughs, “this whole time, all you needed was a man like me to take care of you. Say it, say you need me. Say it.”
“N-Need you!” You cry out, delicious tears streaking your face, “I need you, daddy. I-I…Oh fuck, please! Please, I don’t… I just… I–“
You squirt all over his hand. And it’s insane; Rafe’s never seen anything like it before. He gazes in wonder, caught off-guard for once. You completely come undone, crying and panting his name, rocking your hips against his hand as you ride out your third orgasm of the night. And who knew it would take just a little bit of dirty talk to get you to squirt? God, you were so fucking hot, so full of surprises. So perfect for him, it was unbelievable.
“Good girl,” he strokes your head like you’re his little pet, taking his wet fingers and pressing them into your mouth, and you’re so hot when you automatically suck on them. “Such a good girl, baby. That was so fuckin’ sexy.”
All you do is clutch at him and cry, so spent and overstimulated from your orgasm. Rafe licks his lips, feeling both protective yet predatory at the same time. You’re at your weakest, most vulnerable state. Outside, thunder and lightning strike over and over again as if they were paid to do so, and the room lights up and goes dark, it shakes and shudders, and the winds howl like a pack of possessed wolves. And yet you look so pretty in the dim glow of the candlelight.
It's the perfect night for you to get ruined. His perfect little baby. Pristine and innocent and at his mercy.
Rafe’s cock is so hard it hurts, throbbing as he grabs it by the base, pumps it as he hovers over you. On his knees while you lie beneath him, looking so deliciously scared. He presses his whole length against your stomach, and watches your eyes almost bulge out of your head. He knows he’s big, but compared to your tiny frame, he’s massive. And he gets off on that, gets off on how much bigger he is than you. He smears his precum against your stomach, smirking as he watches you swallow and try to be brave.
“Listen to me,” he grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “You like my cock, baby? You like looking at it, huh?”
The way you lick your lips gives it away, and he laughs cruelly, tapping your cheek like you’re his little pet. “Say it, then. Say you like it. Beg me to put it inside you. C’mon, baby, look at your pussy, she’s crying for it. Beg me.”
He knows you’re at war with yourself, and you shake your head tearfully, opening your mouth to speak. But a clap of thunder sounds just then, so loud it makes the whole room shake. You cry out so pitifully, it makes his heart throb a little. You grab at him, and he falls down on top of you, kissing you, kissing your salty sweet lips and your tears. Kissing you all over while your desperate hands tangle into his hair.
That’s when he nudges the tip of his dick against your folds. And it already feels like fucking heaven, your wet warmth practically begging him to shove it inside you. He presses his tip on your puffy, sensitive clit and you jump, your eyes widening and then you push at his chest.
“R-Rafe, please, I don’t think–”
“Shh, c’mon, baby. Let daddy fuck you,” Rafe urges softly against your lips, “gonna make you feel so good again, mhm?”
“Nooo…”
He tries to ignore your soft cries, the way your palms press weakly against his chest.
“Shit, just relax,” he coaxes, knowing he could just hold you down and force it in, and yet…
He kisses you, tasting salt on your lips. You try to kiss him back, but he can feel you gulping for breath. He can feel your heart hammering against your chest. He can feel your limbs pushing at his body, but he’s just so much fucking bigger than you that it doesn’t even make a difference, and yet…
“Rafe, I… please…”
“Baby…”
His dick feels like it’s going to explode, and he runs it up and down your soaking slit, and you moan. And your face looks turned on beyond belief, and yet scared at the same time. Nervous, frightened, vulnerable. It’s a heady mix, and he doesn’t know what to do, and–
“Please, Rafe. I’m not ready, I-I can’t, Rafe. Please…”
“Fuck.”
Something comes over him, and Rafe feels it again. That bubbling, intense feeling inside his chest. Like a rush of an emotion he doesn’t know if he’ll ever understand. All he knows is he can’t, he fucking can’t. You’re so sweet, so kind, pure like a flower and he just can’t bring himself to pluck it. Tear it apart. Ruin it like how he ruined everything else he touched.
He rolls over, lying beside you while you quiver next to him. Both breathing hard. And outside, the wind howls and howls almost like it’s mocking him. Laughing at him for being a goddamned pussy. And there’s another clap of thunder, and he hears you crying softly.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Rafe finds himself gathering you in his arms, holding you against his chest, “Hey, look, don’t worry about it. It’s okay.”
“I-I thought I could but…” you hiccup between your tears, and your eyes look like there are a thousand stars shining wetly inside them, and he knows he’s never seen anything so beautiful. “I’m sorry, I thought I could do it, I thought–”
“It’s okay,” he repeats, cupping your face and making you look at him, his thumbs swiping away your tears, “Don’t cry, okay? Shit, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay.”
“Y-You’re not mad?”
He strokes up and down your back, soothing you while he wonders whether he is. But the only thing he feels right now is this strange, innate need to protect you. To reassure you. Hold your quivering body close till you stopped shaking. It’s insane, because he doesn’t feel like himself, because he’s never felt this before. It’s alien. Completely, utterly fucking alien.
“No,” he answers quietly, pressing a kiss to your hairline, “No, I’m not mad.”
“You pr-promise?”
“I promise.”
He feels like a different person as he tucks his dick back into his slacks. Like someone else, like someone he doesn’t recognise. But it feels so natural, holding you so close that your heartbeat feels like his. And the storm outside feels like a million miles away. Like it’s just you and him on a different planet and nothing else exists, nothing else means anything except you.
You fall asleep in his arms, spent after everything. And Rafe doesn’t even feel frustrated in that moment, because all he can focus on is how peaceful you look. Your tears dried on your cheeks, your chest rising and falling rhythmically. You trusted him with everything. And it made him feel like someone important.
The wind laughs and laughs all night.
*
The morning is calm, tranquil. Almost like the storm never even was. And Rafe wakes up well rested, with you cuddled on his chest, his arm around you and his thumb in your mouth. The room dappled in sunlight, the candles all blown out or melted away.
Slowly, he detangles from you, making sure not to wake you up. You look so peaceful, so innocent. So soft and pretty, in your little shack of a house on the Cut. He frowns as he looks around. In the morning light, your room looks even more pitiful. It’s clean, and you’ve made it pretty with notes and posters and fairy lights. But he can see the paint peeling off the walls, the fact it’s smaller than his closet back home.
Rafe can’t believe he’s woken up on this side of the island.
He has the sudden urge to leave. To run. Hastily, he types out a text to you.
Rafe: Hey. I thought I’d leave in case your mom came home and saw us. Didn’t want to wake you. Talk to you later.
He has to get home. Gather his thoughts. Recalibrate. Think about what the fuck came over him last night, when he’d had you right where he fucking wanted you. And then he’d pussied out of it. Rafe Cameron never pussied out of anything.
What the fuck did that mean?
His gaze shifts to you again, so pretty and sound asleep. Naked because you’d so willingly shed your clothes for him, spread your legs for him. And he could have had you. Hell, he could have you right now. Force himself into you while you were still asleep, and you’d wake up crying and sobbing, all confused and sleepy while he held you down and ordered you to just take it.
That’s what he should’ve done last night. So then what the fuck had stopped him?
Now, he lightly runs his fingers over your bare thigh, humming lightly at how smooth you feel. So soft, like an angel. A powerful, almost all-consuming feeling overtakes him. A wave of possessiveness coursing through him like a tidal wave of dark poison. You were his. All his. He could do what he pleased with you. Your body was his. You’d all but served it to him on a silver platter last night, in your pathetic little room with the candles.
Rafe feels like he’s having an out of body experience. He gets his phone out, ignoring any small, decent part of him that was sending warning signals to his brain. You were his. He had every right to do this.
Silently, he takes the pictures. And a sick part of him gets off on it, gets off on the fact you’re asleep and none the wiser to what’s happening. But this was the least you could do, you’d left him hanging last night. After he’d been so patient, so understanding. Fuck that. Why had he been like that? Like he was weak?
“You make me feel safe, daddy.”
Your words from last night ring in his ears, bouncing around in his brain till it gets too much, till they start to echo and get louder and louder. Till he feels the urge to punch the shit out of your bedroom wall. It was all too much. He had to get out of here.
He tucks his phone into his pocket, pushes the cotton covers up till your chin, and then leaves without looking back.
*
“There he is! The loverboy himself!”
His friends gather around him the next morning like he’s the second coming of Christ himself.
“How was she, Rafe?” one of them slaps him on the back, “That is, if you fucked her.”
“Yeah.” Kelce stands in front of him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Rafe expectantly. They all are. “Did you fuck her?”
Rafe scoffs, “Is that even a question.”
He’d waited all day yesterday for you to respond to his text. Like a pussy ass little bitch, he’d waited for you to say something. Growing angrier and more paranoid by the second when you didn’t. Staring at the pictures he’d taken of you like a man possessed, his thumb hovering over the delete button a handful of times before he’d thrown his phone angrily across the room. Hating how you were making him wait. Hating how his heart had leapt up to his fucking throat when you finally had replied: I’m so sorry for being such a scaredy cat yesterday. Thank you for coming over.
He'd discovered something then. He was obsessed with you. And he hated it.
“Pictures or it didn’t happen,” Kelce grins, cutting straight to the chase. Next to him, Rafe sees Topper’s eyes light with interest, as well as the others too. Fucking desperate losers, trying to catch a glimpse of something that belonged to him. Because they’d never get to see you like that, ever. No one else would. He’d make sure of that.
“It did happen.” Rafe says calmly, “Like I said it would.”
“Okay well, that’s great brother but we’re gonna need proof.” One of the clowns pipes up.
“You don’t need shit,” He shoots back.
“You didn’t take pictures?” Topper asks.
Rafe runs a hand through his hair in frustration. “I did.”
“Then show us. That was the deal.”
He wants to beat the shit out of all of them for daring to ask to see intimate pictures of you. As if you were anything like the other whores he’d fucked in the past, the type of stupid girls him and his friends used every week. You were different, and you were his, and they had no fucking business looking at what was his.
“Look. I don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me.” He mutters, completely over the dumb ass bet and over his friends too. They’d forget about it by tomorrow, ready to become his willing followers once more. They always did.
“C’mon man, you can’t bring our hopes up like that. Either you never fucked her or,” Kelce’s eyes glint when it registers, “Or you’ve gone soft for her. You’ve–”
Rafe grabs him roughly by the collar, a sudden anger coursing through him like he’s been electrocuted. “Listen, you fucking moron. Don’t ever insinuate I’ve gone soft for a goddamned Pogue.”
He spits that last word out like it’s venom, and yet he tried to ignore how hollow it feels. When he realises people are staring, he quietly lets go, smoothing Kelce’s shirt while his friends stare at him fearfully in that way he’s grown used to people looking at him.
“I fucked her,” Rafe says plainly, his tone switching from aggressive to calm in a split second, almost like he’s slipped on a mask, “I fucked her just like I’ve fucked every other Pogue bitch who’s thrown herself at me before her. And it wasn’t anything special. She acts all innocent, but it was easy to get her to spread her legs for me just like I told you it would be.”
He hears a thud, and then a little gasp behind him. So soft, it barely registers. Except it does, and he turns around.
And immediately locks eyes with you.
And then it feels like it’s just him and you. And nobody else is there. And there’s no sound, like both of you have stopped breathing. You stand there, frozen, stricken. Your books on the ground in front of you. Only a few steps behind him, well within earshot. And he sees something break in your expression, porcelain features twisting in hurt, shock, dismay, disbelief.
“Oh shit,” Topper mutters from somewhere behind him. A few of his friends snicker, but Rafe can’t hear them. No, he’s frozen, staring at you as if he can’t quite believe it. And he sees the tears welling in your eyes.
A little broken sob falls from your lips, and then you turn and run. And Rafe wants to chase after you but it’s like he’s frozen in time and space. Watching you run off while he just stands there.
Stands and watches as you run away from him, your hands reaching up blindly to wipe at your face. And that feeling returns tenfold. That feeling that Rafe can’t quite put his finger on, that feeling which he wants to push back down because it suffocates him, and he doesn’t understand it. The feeling consumes him from the inside out, till he feels like he can’t breathe.
And he just stands there and watches until you’re gone.
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so i starred my kitchen’s landline and had no luck because melanie actually erased the call from the call log. who the hell is this guy?! it’s driving me insane.
my mind wandered as i bathed my daughter, put on her nightgown and tucked her into bed.
“no goodnight kisses daddy?”
that statement made me realize i had gotten up from nina’s bedside without giving away my nightly hug and a kiss on the cheek.
“oh my baby bunny i’m so sorry, what was i thinking?”
i gave her two very animated “mwah” kisses on her left and right cheek that made her giggle.
“do you want me to read you a bedtime story too my love?”
“yes! you pick pleaseseee!”
i chuckled looking through her book shelf until i stumbled upon a book i’ve never seen before.
“ouu a newbie. did your mum get you this book?”
she yawned before speaking.
“no, mel and uncle charlie got that for me a few days ago when we went to the bookfair.”
i felt my body go cold for a bit. did i hear that correctly?!
“wait.. wh-what? so you’re telling me it was uncle charlie and mel who took you to the bookfair? together?”
she shook her head vigorously.
“yep. uncle charlie always comes to pick me and nanny mel up to go places. we have so much fun. he even kisses her like you kiss me. only difference is that he sometimes kisses her on the mouth or on her forehead or neck—”
my daughter rambled on. i just stood there for a few seconds taking in the information that i just found out. so harry is seeing a woman and that woman is melanie.. so that man on the phone was charlie. i don’t want to believe it but it makes sense. that’s why my bestfriend has been so secretive with me— because he’s sleeping with the very woman i’ve told him i’ve been lusting over for the past year!
“and how long has this been going on? how long has uncle and nanny been hanging out?”
and with that she turned off her lamp and closed her eyes. thank god she has a one track mind and forget that she even wanted me to read her a book because i need to give charlie a piece of my mind right this second. at the end of the day mel is just my nanny and she’s free to date whoever she wants— even if it’s my best friend. but charlie on the other hand should’ve been a man and told me he’s been fucking the woman i’ve been fantasizing about behind my back. but no, instead he sat up there and let me talk his head off about craving something he’s already tasted.
“goodnight sweetie.”
i huffed placing the book back on the shelf and leaving out. my blood boiled as i aggressively dialed up charlie's home number on my kitchen’s telephone. i took a deep breath trying to contain myself before he picked up. i know exactly how i want to go about this.
charlie
i was awaken by the ear splattering sound of the telephone going off beside my bed. god knows who this may be at this time of night.
“hello?”
“hey, it’s your good ole buddy pal ash and i just wanted to let you know that i finally conquered melanie.”
my heart began racing rapidly as i sat all the way up. i’m fully awake now.
“urm, lad, what the bloody hell are you on about?”
a maniacal chuckle came through the line.
“she’s in my bed naked and knocked out with a throat and a cunt full of cum mate. i’ve done it and you discouraged me over and over telling me that she’d never go for me and now she has. i wonder why.”
it was like a bullet to the heart. melanie told me over the phone that she couldn’t make our date tonight because she had to help her friend with something after she got off from work. i would’ve never thought she would lie to me.
“maybe in your sick and twisted perverted fantasy she is but there’s no way melanie is over at your house right now ashton. i’m guessing you’ve found out that we’ve been dating and now you’re pissed but there’s no need to lie on your cock.”
he scoffed.
“lying on my cock eh? who do you think was by the telephone coaching her to make up that pathetic lie to get out of that weak date with you tonight? me. i even told her to throw in that she’d suck your little cock to make you happy. the jig is up. she’s only dealt with you to keep her mind off of me. it’s over now though.”
my breathing hitched when he bought up the felacio part because that means he did hear the phone call. but i mean could he have overheard it or did my girlfriend of two months really lie to me to sleep with a married man she swore she doesn’t have feelings for?
“fuck this. i don’t have time for the theatrics. you’ve been my best mate for five years now, if you’ve cheated on your wife and slept with my girlfriend i’m gonna beat your ass tonight in your own house and we don’t ever have to speak again.”
i almost threw the phone back on the hook until ashton began laughing and going on about something else.
“best mate of five years and you couldn’t atleast tell me you’ve been screwing the woman i plan on leaving my unfaithful, unfit wife for. you’re acting like i’m such an immoral coward when you know sharon’s been stepping out on me anyways. looks like you’re just as much of a snake as me i reckon.”
i guess what he’s saying makes a bit of sense but honestly i’m so angry i really don’t care.
“whatever. i’m on the way over there right now.”
“and we’ll be on round two by the time you reach here.”
and with that the line went blank. i ripped the sheets off of me seeing nothing but red. if i go to that house and melanie’s there all hell is going to break loose.
melanie
i just finished getting into my thigh legnth, pink and black bow printed night gown and was moisturizing my legs when i heard a knock at the guest’s room door. i froze hoping he would just go away but he knocked again.
“yeah?”
“hey mel, i really need to chat with you about something.”
i furrowed my brows confused.
“and what would that be?”
“may i come in?”
i rolled my eyes.
“hold on a second.”
i quickly finished rubbing the body cream into my calves and opened the door to reveal ashton in only a thick full length luxury robe, slippers and a single dainty chain to decorate his neck.. yeah i really shouldn’t have stayed here tonight because this man is trying to fuck me and i might— i can’t even finish that thought. i’ve trained myself to not be attracted to him for the past year and i can’t slip up now; especially now that i’m involved with his homeboy.
“c’mon, let’s sit and chat.”
he said all smiley as he unapologetically checked me out and walked past me to sit down on the queen sized bed.
“i’m good just standing here.”
he shook his head and grinned.
“well i just tucked nina into bed and she told me that you often take charlie along on your outings with her—“
oh shit! my breathing halted for a second.
“i mean that’s fine and all but you didn’t have to lie to me darling. how long have you two been going out?”
i sighed. well the cat’s out of the bag now.
“two months.”
“gosh.. and you’ve fucked him already?”
i gasped in pure shock at his out of the blue intrusive statement.
“excuse me?!”
he sat there snickering at me. okay so now i feel humiliated.
“let’s cut the shit mel. i heard you talking on my phone earlier telling someone you wanted to suck their dick. was that someone charlie? or are you just sucking and fucking a bunch of men to get your mind off the fact that it’s me who you really want?”
i stood there with a screwed face for a good moment taking in all of the information. deep down inside he was right about that last part. i do want him and i’ve been trying to distract myself with charlie— but only charlie. i’m not some harlot.
“well unlike you, i’m single and i can do whatever or whoever the hell i want! you’re just mad that charlie knows how my walls feel and you don’t.”
he looks a bit taken aback by my straightforwardness—and i’m gonna go further.
“matter of a fact i fucked him after the first date cuz i couldn’t wait. i had been yearning for him ever since you introduced us to each other and thank you for that by the way cuz charles has truly been the best sex of my life.”
i slowly walked close to him to the point where i’m now hovering over him.
“you wanna see me naked huh? you fantasize about fucking me and hearing me scream your name don’t you? whole time charlie has the privilege of doing something that you’ve been feigning to do the moment you laid eyes on me—“
he screwed his face in disgust.
“shut up.”
“ya know, his favorite position is doggy and when he cums i let him paint my back. if we’re in missionary he busts on my tits. when i’m slurping on his big beautiful dick i let him bust all over my face after—“
i can see the pure rage is building up inside of him.
“okay melanie, shut the hell up.”
“ouu, charlie, you’re so deep baby!”
i acted as if i was riding imaginary penis and rolling my eyes back while letting out the most lewd sounding moans i muster up. when i noticed ash looked more disgusted than before i bursted out laughing in his face.
“and ya know what, i know you don’t have work tomorrow and that was just a made up lie to get me alone cuz you’re fucking obsessed with me so if you don’t mind i’m gonna go wet up my man’s dick—“
“nah. you got me fucked up.”
before i knew what was even happening, my boss had stood up and swiftly wrapped his hand around my neck pushing me onto the bed and hovering over me. that knocked the cockiness right out of me. i can tell he’s infuritated but he still didn’t raise his voice at me.
“now you listen to me—“
i immediately stopped trying to get out of his grasp and just laid there getting choked out; feeling spooked as hell. my night gown is hiked up and he can clearly see my matching thong underneath. i don’t know what the hell i was thinking wearing this to bed in this man’s house.
“we both know deep down inside you want me just as bad as i want you. right?”
i stayed quiet.
“am i right?!”
unfortunately yes. i looked away.
“n-no.”
“then why would you pack this slutty little dress with a matching thong to sleep at your boss’ house then?”
my eyes widen as he reached to massage my puffy cunt through the thin, embarrassingly soaked fabric with his free hand. he completely ignored me closing my legs on his hand and my reaching out for him to stop.. even though it feels so nice.
“and why are you so bloody wet? huh?”
“ash-ashton! i can’t breathe!”
“open up your legs and let me take your panties off then.”
his sly anger granted my obidience. he let go and i gasped for air and rubbed my now bruised neck while he swiftly tossed my thong to the floor.
“mhmm. it’s so smooth and pretty.”
ashton looks like a kid at a candy store as his strong, veiny hands roamed from my hips to my waist sliding up my dress over my head revealing every damn thing to him. he looks like he wants to devour me literally.
“you’re married.”
i simply reminded the man as i sat up on my elbows. he tossed off his wedding ring and it landed somewhere on the floor. he also took off his robe and let it drop revealing his muscular dad bod. i’ve seen him shirtless before so it wasn’t his upper body that shocked me— but his lower? my god! when my eyes roamed to his manhood, i realized how humongous and swollen he is. i knew he was well endowed— i could always tell by the outline in his pants— but it’s pretty shocking to see how girthy, curved and long it is unclothed. it’s pretty, but it literally looks like it could never fit inside of me ever. i don’t even want to fuck him anymore honestly. i gulped.
“no seriously.. i— we can’t.”
i sat up on my forehead arms looking up at him.
“yes we can. i haven’t done anything with sharon in months cuz i know she’s out there stepping out on me. so you don’t need to feel guilty for her or charlie for that matter. just focus on us right now.”
he began stroking his hardened dick that was leaking pre cum from it’s bulbous tip.
“n-no. what i mean is that this won’t work. it’s not physically possible. you honestly have the biggest dick i’ve ever seen. i don’t think i can accommodate—“
i pointed to his lower half in a circular motion.
“that.”
he chuckled.
“didn’t you just go on a tangent about how big that prick is? i thought you were used to this lifestyle.”
“ash, i’m not some whore. i’ve only been with a handful of men and none of them were anywhere as big as you, including charlie. you’re a fucking horse.”
he looked at me like he was confused. in that moment i realized he’s telling the truth about not sleeping with anyone but his wife these past few years because if he was with anybody else who wasn’t used to his size they would let him know that he’s actually inhumanely enormous.
“i only wear a trojan xxxl darling.”
my eyes fluttered at that statement. that’s over nine inches?!
“uh, yeah, i don’t kn—“
“i’ll be gentle okay?”
i shook my head vigorously.
“what about a condomhmmm oh— okay?”
he had put my legs on his shoulders and massaged around my clit then sucked his fingers in a feral manner.
“mhm, you taste even better than i’d ever imagine. i don’t know if i want to eat you or fuck you first. i’ve been waiting for this moment for ages.”
i was about to project until he brought his fingers down to my pussy once again, this time he dipped his middle finger in while thumbing my bundle of nerves. i can’t believe this is happening right now.
“ohoh shit, you’re hugging my finger love. relax.”
he seemed genuinely shocked by how tight i am.
“i-i am relaxed. i told you, you won’t be able to fit.”
i moaned out as he added a second broad finger.
“psh, we’re gonna make this work. okay?”
he was mesmerized at the fact that him just thrusting those two fingers in and out out of me garnered such a reaction out of me. he lustfully looked me dead in the eye as he thrusted his digits through my walls quickly causing the motion to sound like a water gun going off.
“shit. you hear how wet you are for me my little slut? look at you fucking up the sheets.”
he added a third finger and i arched my back off the bed whimpering; slowly forgetting that i should be protesting to this.
“fuck it, i need to drink you.”
he bent down stuffing his head between my legs and clamping his lips onto my clit while picking up the pace with his trio combo. i widen my eyes and looked down in shock, this is the most eager a man has ever eaten me out. he shamelessly moaned as he lapped up my juices like a dry mouthed dog genuinely enjoying my flavor. it’s so aggressive.. so obsessive.. so hot. i’m getting hornier and hornier by the second.
“ash-ashton you’re gonna make me c—“
and i’m cumming right into his mouth. he slid his fingers out and slurped as much as he can, finally standing up to finish licking his fingers. i still looked at him surprised because what the hell? did i really just get ate out by my boss? and it’s actually as good as i intended?!
“don’t look at me like that darling, we’re just getting started.”
he grunted. i just laid there speechless as he pinned my legs all the way to my head, smirking at how effortlessly flexible i am. my heart begin beating quickly as he lined himself up with my soaking slit, rubbing my wetness around his tip. i bit my lip nervously.
“i know what i’m doing so don’t try to push me away or tell me to stop. you can take it. okay?”
so demanding. it’s making me even more juicier.
“okay.”
i gasped as he slid his olive toned mushroom shaped head passed my entrance, he settled at the midway mark due to my restricting tightness and began thrusting. i tilted my head back knitting my mouth shut while i earned throaty groans from my boss.
“bloody hell, you’re fucking tight. i’m gonna stretch out this little pussy though innit.”
i started whining at the mixture of pain and pleasure. it’s insane how only half of his shaft is in me yet i feel so full.
“ouu it’s a-alot.”
"like i said, you can take it."
he ignored me and gripped onto my thighs, thrusting even more deeper causing me to let out an accidental scream. thank god the walls are sound proof. i opened my eyes to see him looking down at me devilishly.
“ash—“
“it’s boss actually.”
i’m quickly catching onto the fact that he has a degrading kink and i’ve never experienced anything like this before nor have i ever thought that it would turn me on this much.
“boss! i don't think i-i can!”
he chuckled maniacally.
“be serious, you don't want me to stop. you’re laying here creaming around me like the nasty little whore you are. you love this dick huh?”
yep and it's true, i don’t want him to stop. even though it feels like i’m going to split into two at any second, i still feel an orgasm bubbling in the deep pit of my tummy that’s making me feel an animalistic type of horny.
i clawed his biceps, entering a subspace as he dug so deep through my walls to the point where i’m now sure he’s indeed some how managing to squeeze his whole entire cock into me. the sensation of painful ecstasy is bringing tears to my eyes.
“mhm sh-shit. now you wanna cry? want me to go delicate like i promised?”
he let out a throaty groan and spoke in a low, soft voice as if the the pleasure was too much for him to handle as well.
“p-ple-mhmm!”
“words my creamy little slut.”
“oh my—"
i can’t form a sentence for shit. every time i try, i feel ash poke at an ultra sensitive spot. it usually takes a while and a certain angle for charlie to find this spot but this man’s dick is so hung that he’s found it within minutes already.
i felt myself blacking out and not being able to say a word as my eyes crossed feeling an out-worldly pleasure and pain mix i’ve never felt before. all you can hear in the room is the bed creaking, sloshing noises, my whimpering moans and my boss quietly praising how wet and stuffed he’s making me.
“aw, my cocks got you cumming already? you’re pretty little pussy squeezing around me is gonna make me nut quick too.”
i heard him grunt out as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my liquids gushed around him.. i couldn’t even find the words to warn him about my orgasm. it’s like my body wants to beg him to take it easy on me but my brain won’t physically allow me. i quite literally have never had anyone fuck me this thoroughly and make me cum this fast.
“shit! i’m so inlove with you and this pretty little pussy already. i should fill you up.”
the husky brunette kneeled down, placing kisses on my thighs as his pace fastened and his chain began to dangle in my face while he chased his nut. my juicy cream splattered on our stomachs with each thrust.
“awuah! please pull out boss.”
my voice is extremely quiet and tortured matching his. ashton aggressively bit his bottom lip, looking down at me almost evilly wanting to defy my plea.
“this feels too fucking good to pull out melanie.”
my naked body bounced rapidly underneath him and my pierced boobs didn’t go unnoticed as he quickly plopped one in his mouth. i began trying to push him away in the euphoric state i’m in.
“a-ash. boss. enough.”
he ignored my whines steadily plowing through me. but then i felt him twitch and i had to gather the few braincells he hasn’t fucked out of me to think quick.
“i’ll sw-swallow you.”
i repeatedly tapped on his chest and he finally obeyed, swiftly pulling out of my cunt and dragging me off the bed so i can kneel in front of him on my knees. the six foot two modelesqe man spent no time holding my head in place as he jerked off his thick, long dick that was covered in my cream. i lewdly stuck out my tongue.
“aw faaahk!”
he almost sung with his head tilted back as hot sputters of his nut started shooting out in and around my mouth.. it’s a whole lot too. he looked down at me and grinned, his chest heaving up and down.
“you look so damn adorable with my nut on your face, i’ve been dreaming about this shit.”
i hesitantly swallowed and he tastes mostly like water due to his healthy lifestyle.
“c’mere.”
he pulled me up by my hair and started tongue kissing me, clearly not afraid to taste himself. i never in a million years thought my boss was this disgustingly freaky and good in bed.
after a few moments, he pulled away and caressed my cheek as we both caught our breaths.
“i didn’t hurt you or anything right?”
he peppered my face with kisses.
“well.. yes.. but in a good way.”
his small smile spread into a wide grin.
“oh?! you’re a nasty little thing innit? who would’ve thought?”
i can tell he was taking a mental note of me liking to be fucked roughly. i playfully rolled my eyes.
“aht aht, save that for what i’m about to do to you again.”
“again?”
i looked down to my boss shaft and sure enough he’s swelling back up again. oh?! he has stamina too?!
“get on the bed and arch your back for me love.”
i instantly obeyed his order and arched perfectly, juicy coochie on full display for him.
“fuck, so beautiful mel.”
narrator
ashton rubbed himself against melanie’s puffy clit a couple times before attempting to slide in. mel mindlessly jolted away without thinking due to the slight stinging sensation she now felt; a result of the hard fuck she just encountered. ash hissed at the abrupt ripping away of pleasure.
“no don’t do this to me, c’mere baby.”
he gripped her hips tightly guiding his tip back into her even more slowly. he slightly regretted not prepping melanie more beforehand but he couldn’t help it, he refused to wait for his dreams of her cunt swallowing him up to come true and unfortunately now she’s playing the price.
“fuck ash.”
she gripped the sheets as she knitted her eyes shut trying to get past the mild uncomfortableness of him stretching her velvety walls out once again.
“i know, i know. the more we do this, the more you’ll get used to it. okay my love?”
he cooed, mesmerized at the sight watching her plump ass clap against his abdomen and the arousal drip down her soft thighs.
“o-okay.”
mel said almost breathless as he started to move in and out of her again, slower this time. she can feel every throbbing vein and it drove the both of them wild with lust.
“my god this pussy is so delicious, the fuck did i do to deserve this?”
he slapped her ass.
“are you drooling slut? is it that good to you? huh?”
the man realized that his nanny had gone back into that vegetable like state of pleasure. he smacked her ass again to get a response but all he got was incoherent moans. he let go of her hips and began pulling on her jet black box braids that flowed beautifully down her arched back.
“i hope you know you’re all mine now. i want you to fucking say it.”
he dug even deeper.
“oh fuck boss!”
mel hoarsely moaned out.
“c’mon say it. focus.”
the brown haired man took his dick out and slammed it into her.
“focus.”
he did the action again and continued his thrusting.
“oh-okay! yeah! this pussy is yours. shit!”
melanie’s eyes rolled to the back of her head as she felt the heaviness of ashton’s entire log of a penis get pushed in and out of her quickly, balls slapping her clit deliciously.
“that’s what i thought, cuz if you give my shit up to anyone else i swear to god—“
he stuck a bit of his thumb in his dreamgirl’s asshole as a warning. she gasped in return.
“t-too much boss. h-holy fuck! i c-can’t!”
tears began to stream down the beautful woman’s face.
“can’t what?”
he pushed his thumb deeper.
“ashton! ash-please! st-stop!”
he ignored her desperate hand trying to reach for his abdomen. shockingly enough she still kept her perfect arch as he beat her back into oblivion.
“you ever been fucked in the bum before my darling?”
he wiggled his thumb around in the clenched hole already knowing the answer is “no”.
“i-i’m cumming.”
mel announced in a bliss filled voice. her face wet with tears, droll spilling out and eyes to in the back of her head. she was gone.
“oh wait.”
he quickly pulled out and let her have her orgasm to herself because as she began to gush around him he realized that fucking her through it would’ve made him cum as well. before she could even recover he pushed her down so she was lying stomach with her face flat on the bed and he entered her again— her cunt hugging him even more snug in this position.
“your dick feels so good boss. oh my god.”
melanie whispered out, ash can barely hear her over the bed creaking and the sounds of her juices. he wrapped his hand around her throat from the back as he dug her out feeling like the luckiest man in the world.
“fucking marry me. all i want is you.”
his grip on the woman’s neck grew tighter as his bottom lip became imbedded between his teeth focusing on chasing his own high. he gave her deep, hard strokes that she can barely handle but took like a champ anyways, because what else could she do in this position?
“anything for you.”
she gulped completely fucked out feeling the extremity of the pain and thrill of his penis jamming into her cervix. ashton’s eyes rolled to the back of his head enjoying the feeling of being the deepest he’d ever been yet in his dream woman.
“c-cum for me boss. please.”
she gulped in sheer desperation.
“you first.”
he breathily whispered in her ear as one hand occupied her neck and the other reached underneath her body to reach her clit— on the way there he could feel his head poking through the skin of her toned tummy. he had faintly noticed his bulge through her flesh while they were in missionary but in this position it felt more prominent.
he’s reaching sickeningly deep in this position, filling the hershey colored babe to the hilt.
“oh, i see. am i in too deep my love? you can’t handle it?”
melanie whined at the strong feeling over her cervix being knocked into and her guts being rearranged with every hard, deep thrust. she felt the room began to spin as he toyed with her bud on top of all of that.
“n-no, and neither can you. i can tell your trying to hold your nut.”
her giggles turned into loud whines as he was clearly chasing his high now.
mr. smith was fucking melanie so dumb to the point where she didn’t even notice that she was having her third orgasm nor did she notice that it triggered ashton’s release as well and he was now ejaculating into her womb.
most importantly neither of them especially didn’t notice the door become unlocked and swung open by an alarmed charlie sullivan and sharon smith.
ashton and melanie tried their best to come back down to the universe as they realized that they’ve just been caught red handed in a steamy cheating scandal. they embarrassingly stood up and grabbed the sheets to covered themselves.
“i left the airport as soon as charlie ring my cell, telling me that my husband was fucking our daughter’s nanny in our home.”
sharon, dressed in luxury corporate attire, shook her head in disgust.
“i knew it! i knew you two had something going on! but ya know what! this is exactly what i needed to finally divorce your ass for alimony. thank you!”
she tossed her wedding ring at ashton’s chest and turned on her high heel walking away, a clacking noise sounding off as she did so.
charlie just stood there with a red face, a look of pure hatred and anger clearly present.
“disgusting. i hope the both of you rot in hell.”
he walked out as well, leaving the door wide open. the boss and the nanny just stood there in shock. the only innocent party in the house is nina smith— everybody else has been stabbing each other in the back and betraying one another’s truth. after a few minutes melanie finally spoke up, wiping the mixture of she in ashton’s come thar had been dripping down her leg.
“so.. what do we do now?”
ash shrugged his shoulders, closing the door. he’s gotten over his embarrassment and feels rather relieved now that divorce was on the horizon, charlie was out of his life and melanie was now romantically in it.
“be together.”
melanie scoffed.
“c’mon, why not? everything’s out in the open now. don’t you have feelings for me?”
she battered her eyelashes at the man now towering over her caressing her face.
“yeah, yes i like you a lot. but do you? ya know beyond sex and shit?”
even though they had just been intimate a few moments ago she found herself feeling nervous discussing her true feelings for her boss.
“pft! ofcourse melanie, are you crazy? it’s not only beauty but your personality, your charisma and the way you tend to me and nina’s needs that makes me even more enticed by you.”
ashton could clearly tell that the bond mel has with his daughter and him is real and not only because of a job.
melanie felt butterflies in her stomach as he leaned down to softly kiss her— a vast difference to how rough and vulgar he is in bed.
“plus you’re probably pregnant with my child as we speak.”
he said as he pulled away. melanie scrunched her face up and playfully smacked his arm.
“yeah, no, i’m not trying to be a mommy yet. we’re getting the morning after pill a.s.a.p. boss.”
i drove home from work feeling excited knowing that my wife of four years— sharon— is gone on a weekend long business trip and melanie— my daughter’s nanny who i’m secretly infatuated with— is going to be there all alone with my three year old, nina. i love the sight of just seeing those two interact; unfortunately the twenty five year old is more of a mother to my baby girl than the very woman who birthed her.
truth be told sharon isn’t much of a wife either. she hasn’t given a damn about anything or anyone but herself since she got signed to a modeling agency a year ago and began taking her career more seriously. it’s melanie who is going on those family outings with me and nina, cooking for us, making sure the house is in tip-top shape and she’s been doing an amazing job for the past year since i hired her.
i’ve been obsessed with the american sweetheart since the day i saw her unfortunately. when i met her of course i immediately noticed how attractive she is but i see pretty women all the time and don’t feel the urge to cheat— until i got to know how kind-hearted and hardworking mel is. i’m at the point where i can’t suppress my feelings for her anymore, i need her way too desperately. my admiration grows for her more and more everyday and it’s an insufferable feeling to hide.
i came through my front door with a big smile on my face as i heard my daughter yell “daddy! daddy’s home!” and seconds later nina came running full speed towards me as i crotched down, hugging and picking her up to spin her around until i felt myself get dizzy like i do every night when i get off from work.
“my cute little bunny! how was your day my love?”
i looked in her bright blue eyes she inherited from me.
“the greatest daddy! me and mel are having so much fun! we went to the park and played and clover and monica was there so we all went out for ice cream and then came back here and we’ve been watching movies and painting eachother's nails and just having so much fun!”
she talked a million miles per minute with pure excitement. i’m happy to hear that she’s enjoying herself but i’m not that ecstatic to find out that melanie’s friends clover and monica are here. don’t get me wrong; her friends are cool but i wanted mel all to myself tonight. i was hoping to probably slide her a hint or make some type of move tonight. how am i going to do that with her girlfriends here?
“oh—“
“hey ashton. how was work?”
mel walked out in a short, body hugging tube dress with those flip flops that separate your wet toes. her long, jet black box braids hung loose down her back. her moisturized skin looked supple and soft. she’s always drop dead grogeous to me.
“good evening melanie, it was fine— hey girls.”
i caught myself staring a bit too long forgetting to even acknowledge her two best friends that were walking behind her.
“hey mr. smith.”
the two women greeted in usion rather flirtatiously. i can tell they both have a childish crush on me; monica’s a bit shy with it but clover has no problem complimenting me and giggling at all of my corny little dad jokes— i wish melanie was that way towards me.
“told you girls you can just call me ashton.”
i smiled.
“whatever you say.. ashton.”
clover twisted her hair grinning which made her friends laugh at her outright flusteredness.
“girl leave that married man alone.”
melanie whispered to her playfully.
“did you lot eat?”
“um yeah, we had lunch a few hours ago. i didn’t give nina many snacks cuz i didn’t want to spoil her dinner. speaking of that do you want me to cook before i go or—“
that word ‘go’ triggered me into a lying word vomit. i haven’t spent much time with her all week because sharon’s been in the way, i don’t want her to just leave while i have the whole weekend free.
“oh, um, actually— actually i have work in the morning. my boss sprung something on me last minute just now and i have to go in early tomorrow. i was actually gonna ask if you can stay the night tonight and work overtime until tomorrow afternoon. i mean, if you mind of course.”
she tried her best to hide her frowning dissappointment as she pondered my request for a couple seconds sharing glances with her friends.
“no, no. i don’t mind. i can do that. i just, ya know, need some night clothes—“
“you can wear mine— well, you can sleep in one of my t-shirts if you’d like.”
i said that way too quickly. there they went sharing questionable looks again. it’s like they all saw through my horrible facade of trying to cover up my lust for the brownskin beauty.
“or i can drive you home to get some clothes to sleep in. whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“yeah, yeah. that sounds like a plan.”
she smiled closed mouth, innocently showing her dimples. adorable.
“yay! we’re having a sleepover!”
nina cheered.
“yes we are sweetheart!”
i told my child as she cheerfully gave me a high five and stuck her hand out to give her nanny one too. she giggled and high fived her as well.
“so about dinner. are we in the mood to cook or order out?”
mel looked to all of us for answers.
“ugh i wish i can stay but ya know i got that shift at the diner in a few.”
clover reminded.
“oh.. well.. monica what about you?”
monica looked like she really didn’t want to stay but my nanny’s stare was begging her to cooperate.
“i-i actually can’t sorry but—“
melanie
i felt my stomach drop a bit when i realized both monica and clover are going to leave me here all alone tonight. this’ll be the first time i’ve slept over and ashton’s wife isn’t here; the least i can do is have my best friends be a shield between the obvious sexual tension between me and my married boss.
anyone with eyes can see ashton has feelings for me— i really don’t understand why because he already has a gorgeous wife whose a model and he’s so handsome he can be one himself. me and my friends always did think he was fine but i’m no home wrecker so i do my job and go home. i’m especially not up for the flirtation antics anymore now that i have a boyfriend myself. i just feel like ashton constantly hitting on me is getting too invasive at this point. i would quit if the smiths didn’t pay me extremely well and also for the simple fact that i feel bad for nina and her lack of a mother figure in her life. clearly the little girl is bonding with me and i enjoy spending time with her as well. i just want to keep everything from getting weird.
“can we go back to the room real quick?”
i cut monica off and began walking down the hall, gesturing them to follow.
“oi mate i wish you would calm down. you act like he’s gonna murder you if you spend a second alone with him.”
clover loudly whispered as soon as we got into the room and i closed the door.
“you know he wants to shag her though.”
monica defended me.
“exactly! so why don’t you stay here with me tonight? clover has a shift. what’s your excuse?”
we’re all loudly whispering now.
“my excuse? i don’t need an excuse. i wanna curl up in my own bed, in my own apartment and that’s just that.”
i rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
“what if he tries to make a move on me tonight? it’s like he’s not even trying to hide that he wants to fuck me anymore.”
“okay, but would that be a terrible thing?”
we looked at clover dumbfounded.
“okay, okay. on a more serious note. he may be hot but you know him better than we do so if you think he’s lowkey an old creep and he’s gonna try to assault you or something than just say fuck him, and let us drive you home—“
i interrupted clover.
“no, no. he’s not a pervert. i just— maybe i am overreacting.”
i sighed.
“i’ll go ahead and stay the night and let my man know i can’t go on the date we planned later on.”
“alright girly. call me if you need me.”
monica expressed as i walked them out to the front. the girls said their goodbyes to ashton and nina who were in the kitchen and we went out to monica’s car that they came in.
“bye babe! don’t fuck that lady’s husband now!”
clover jokingly yelled as she got in her the passenger making monica laugh. now why this girl said that so loud?!
“girl shut up and gone head!”
i stuck my middle finger at them as they drove off and then i went back inside and joined the father and daughter in the kitchen.
“so nina decided that she wants to make personal pizzas—“
ashton announced as he pulled the ingredients out of the fridge.
“yes yes yes!”
“but that’s fine if you’re not in the mood for pizza. i can make something else on the side or order you something in.”
“ouu no, pizza sounds good actually.”
“ah cool cool. i’m just gonna go change out of my work clothes real quick and i’ll join you lot.”
“k, i’ll get her started.”
he smiled and walked out; his aroma still lingering. god he smells so good— anyways!
“okay! let’s wash our hands first.”
“wait i have to go potty!”
she abruptly ran out of the kitchen. that must be that ice cream we had earlier. the child knows good and well she’s lactose intolerant yet insists that i take her out for the creamy treat almost everyday. i giggled to myself. i think right now is the perfect time to call my boyfriend to let him know plans fell through for our future date.
ashton
i remember overhearing mel say that she likes a man in sweats and a wife beater so that’s what i just fished out of my dresser drawers to wear. i took a look in the mirror and made sure my breath and hair was straight and walked out confidently back to kitchen. when i stepped inside i noticed she was on my house’s telephone with someone so i stepped back behind the door before she could see me and listened in on the conversation.
“i know, i know. i wish i could spend the night with you too. but we still have the rest of the weekend.”
when i tell you my heart dropped to my ass. deep down inside i knew she was involved with a guy but i was in denial about it. i sighed and continued listening.
“yeah, we can just go check out the restaurant tomorrow instead.. yeah.. heheh i’ma make it up to you i promise.”
she just kept on giggling. usually i love hear her laugh but right now it’s getting on my nerves.
“what do you mean how so? you know you gone be down my throat as soon as i see you.”
oh god. now she’s talking about sucking this guy’s dick?! whatever happiness i felt a minute ago has been brutally ripped away from me.
“stawwp, okay, okay we can’t be talking like this on this man’s phone now.. i knowww, i miss you too baby.. tomorrow afternoon, i promise, i’ll come over as soon as i’m done babysitting… ofcourse. alright, see you soon. hugs and smooches, mwuah!”
she hung up the phone and i let out a deep sigh feeling defeated. while i’ve been fantasizing about her she’s been letting some road man have something he doesn’t even deserve. i may sound crazy as a married man thinking these thoughts but my love for my wife has been lost for some time now and we haven’t had sex in months because i know she’s stepping out on me while she’s out of the city; that’s fine because i’ll be leaving her for melanie soon anyways.
“i’m back.”
i planted a big, fake smile on my face as i walked in the kitchen startling her. she put the phone back on the hook as if she had been caught doing something she had no business doing.
“oh, wa—hey. i had to make a quick call just now.”
“and may i ask with whom?”
shit! i didn’t mean to flat out ask her that. she furrowed her eyebrows a little taken aback but she glossed over it with a faux giggle.
“my momma if you must know. i, uh, was supposed to stop by her house tonight but now i can’t. so i just had to let her know ya know.”
she anxiously turned to the counter and began preparing her pizza so i joined her. at this point i’m certain her and her friends are aware that i’ve grown a liking towards her. and i can also tell she doesn’t feel the same way about me the way she lied to me just now.
“i’m sorry mel. deeply sorry if i make you feel uncomfortable in any way.”
i made sure to speak to her softly and sensually trying my best to hide the anger i felt from knowing that somebody gets to have her and i don’t. she did another one of those nervous giggles and avoided eye contact.
“what? where is this coming from? you don’t make me uncomfortable.”
“c’mon, you were practically begging your friends to stay here. are you afraid to be alone with me or something? cuz i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”
“oh—oh! ofcourse i know you’re a good guy and a great father. i wouldn’t be working for you if you weren’t boss.”
boss. something about her calling me that makes my dick swell. i have a horrible domination kink and truth be told i want nothing more than to completely obliterate her in the bedroom. that would be a dream come true. just her standing so close to me right now is driving me feral.
“why are you avoiding eye contact with me when you say that? now i think you’re lying.”
i creased like a nerd as she looked up at me and stared me right in my eyes giving that same warm dimpled smile, our faces close.
“i promise we’re good okay boss?”
she wrapped her arms around me not breaking eye contact. i pulled her frame that was a full foot shorter than mine even closer to me rubbing her back in a comforting way.
“good girl.”
the word vomit came out in more of a whisper. as soon as i said it, it was like she swallowed a lump down her throat trying her best to keep her composure just as i am. maybe she does have feelings for me. if i can lust after her while i’m in a whole ass marriage it's definitely possible she can lust after me when she just has some measily guy that she.. hangs with.
“oh my cheese and rice!”
my three year old child appeared into the room making us pull away from each other abruptly.
“you both started making pizzas without me?!”
now i was the one nervously giggling, thank god she didn’t think much about the hug she just seen her dad give a woman that isn’t her mother.
“of course not my bunny. we were just getting set up, isn’t that right mel mel?”
mel twiddled with the dainty necklace around her neck anxiously.
“hahah, yeah, of course we wouldn’t start without you sweetie. come right her between us and let the fun began.”
8 p.m.
friday.
car ride to melanie’s apartment.
ashton
i looked through the review mirror wondering why it was so quiet in the backseat and as i expected i saw my little one fast asleep. car rides knock her out every time.
“looks like today’s festivities finally wore her out.”
mel looked back from the passenger and began cooing at the sight.
“aw she’s so cute.”
“yeah, yeah. she’s gonna be in for a rude awakening when i wake her up for bath time.”
the nanny chuckled.
“i’m shocked that she’s asleep this early on a friday night. she usually stays up with me until midnight whenever i come to sleepover.”
i smirked glancing at her.
“aw, do you need someone to stay up with you tonight? i’m free.”
“cute idea but don’t you have work tomorrow?”
aw shit, i forgot i even told her that.
“heh. that’s true. but i don’t have a lick of drowsiness in me so i’m good.”
she lifted her eyebrow.
“well maybe you should call up one of your boys and talk to them or maybe go out for a beer at the pub or whatever y’all do.”
i smacked my lips. must be that roadman of hers that has her hesitant to spend time with me.
“well as you know my only friends are charlie and keith and those lads seem too busy for me nowadays.”
“oh really? busy doing what?”
“well keith’s wife is pregnant so he tends to her like he’s her nurse as he should—“
“that’s right.”
“and charlie.. i don’t know about charlie, we used to shoot the shit at the pub after work a lot but not so much nowadays. i reckon it’s some lady that has his attention somewhere out there but i have no clue who she is. he seems so secretive— so yeah i don’t really know what’s up with him to be honest.”
since keith’s married, i wouldn’t dare let him know i’m thinking about banging my babysitter so the only other person who knows about my infatuation with mel is my only bachelor bud, charlie.
he’s always told me that i should just keep it in my pants no matter how bad i want her. almost every day at work i rant about how much i fantasize about her and he’s always willing to listen even though he’s quick to say melanie wouldn’t go for me because he believes she isn’t that type of girl. but how can he know what type of girl she is if he’s only met her a handful of times through me?
“hmm. so he never talks about this mystery lady? ever?”
“nope. never. maybe he doesn’t have a lady at all. it was just a wild guess of mine.”
she scoffed and shrugged.
“heh. well yeah. he might not be with anyone at all.”
she looked out of the window looking disappointed all of a sudden.
“are you dating anyone at the moment mel?”
“nope. not at the moment.”
so maybe she isn’t serious with the lad that she was on the phone with?
“c’mon darling, i find that hard to believe. you don’t have to lie to me, ya know i’m not your daddy.”
she tensed up when i said that last word. i placed a comforting hand on her thigh.
“you can tell me anything. i won’t judge. promise.”
we made eye contact for a slight second and i patted her bare thigh then placed my hand back on the wheel. fuck her skin is insanely soft.
“well cal i’m being honest. i’m just focusing on myself right now.”
it’s amazing how she can fib with a straight face. what i truly don’t understand though is why she’s even lying in the first place. is she afraid that if i found out who the lad was i would ruin whatever fake romance they have going on? because i most definitely will. actually as soon as she gets in the shower when we get back i’m going to star sixty-nine to see just who the hell that was that she called.
I don’t care how disgusting or fucked up a fic is. NO writer should EVER be harassed for writing taboo fics, especially when the warnings are properly tagged and you choose to go ahead and read them on your own free will.
you’re not morally superior for harassing real people for the sake of fictional characters and fictional stories. you’re just a bully.
hamil spoke in a sensual, soft whisper as he pinned his girlfriend, aqua’s, thighs to the bed and thrusted into her sloppily and roughly chasing his high. his tone was sweet but it didn’t match the aggressive, feral way he handled her in the moment.
the couple is spending the weekend at hamil’s parent’s house for a family get together and aqua repeatedly told her boyfriend that she won’t be fucking him in his childhood bedroom but somehow here they are. hamil can’t seem to go a day without burying himself deep into aqua’s holes and even though the daily sex is excessive she never turns him down.
“i-i’m trying.”
aqua’s eyes threatened to roll to the back of her head as her hands flew to hamil’s chiseled abs in a weak effort to stop him— knowing deep down inside she doesn’t want him to.
sure there’s a chance that the ahmed’s aren’t asleep and they can hear the bed creaking, the headboard knocking, the sloshing noise and the moans that she’s so desperately is failing to hide.
“bloody hell— gonna bust.”
hamil’s short, tapered curls were slightly damp against his face and his skinny, yet muscular tatted upper body glistened with a light coat of sweat. he’s fucking the dark skinned beauty with all of his might as if he’s fresh out of jail when in all actuality the pair just fucked like this yesterday. that’s how sex is for them all the time though— each session is more passionate than the last.
“ouu right there hamil!”
aqua almost yelled out causing hamil to wrap his hand around her throat— not strong enough to hurt her but just enough pressure to slightly silence her and make her choke on her words as she orgasmed. seconds later the brit’s lips was on hers nastily kissing her as he hard pumped ropes of hot cum along her walls. when he was finished he pulled his soaked manhood out of her tight grasp with a pop and got up from the bed.
“well.. that was quick.”
aqua panted catching her breath. hamil chuckled as he picked up the pillow that he placed between the wall and headboard a few minutes ago to keep it from knocking; it had fallen while he was fucking her and he didn’t dare stop to pick it up.
“what’d you expect? you’ve had man on rock all day, you knew what you were doing with all that teasing innit.”
the american woman rolled her eyes as she laid hot and sweaty. she can’t really protest because she indeed was teasing him— sporting a body hugging dress that showed her legs, wearing his favorite perfume, briefly feeling his dick through his sweats tonight at the dinner table while they ate dinner with his parents and younger brothers. but at the same time anything aqua does turns hamil on and can lead to rounds and rounds of sex any and everywhere.
“you’re such a hornball hamil.”
“you keep calling me all these names but at the end of the day you still gone give that pussy up so i don’t care.”
he pushed the bed closer to the wall so the pillow won’t fall this time. aqua took notice at his sizable dick swelling up again.
“oh really?”
“absolutely. now turn around and arch for me.”
“no.”
aqua crossed her arms on her chest, still laying flat and ass naked as his cum dripped out of her. hamil scoffed, he hated when she played hard to get. her sex was like an addiction to him and when he can’t have it he turns into a fiend.
“no?”
hamil climbed back onto the bed and on top of aqua. straddling her, he uncrossed her arms to reveal her perky, pierced tits. her nipples glistened with jewelry studs that read his initials. he dipped his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth.
“mil, c’mon, stop before your people hear us.”
he didn’t stop— he starting thumbing her juices around her clit in-fact. aqua’s breathing became heavy.
“you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
he ignored her as he continued rubbing her pearl. getting on his knees, he propped her leg on his shoulder and gently kissed along her calves and feet; he couldn’t miss this opportunity to suck on her soft, pedicured toes for a bit too.
“mil i—“
aqua’s protest was cut short when her boyfriend dipped down again and started eating her like she was his last supper, hooking his arms under thighs so that she’s not going anywhere. when she realized she was moaning uncontrollably again she put a pillow over her face. the brit snickered at that for a second before sucking and flicking her swollen bud again, this time unhooking one of his arms from underneath her to thrust two of his fingers in her so quickly that it caused her wetness to sound off. ontop of that her muffled whines caused him to moan against her heat intensifying her stimulation.
“y-you’re gonna make me—“
hamil was already drinking the mixture of their juices as she peaked for the second time tonight. when he leaned up he tossed her pillow to the side.
“mhm, now turn around and bend that ass over. i’m not bout to ask again.”
the brit ordered still enjoying the taste of his princess on his tongue. feeling weak, tired and overstimulated she slowly turned around and arched her spine deeply; her glistening heat on full display.
“my perfect little pussy.”
he smacked her ass, spending no time lining up with her entrance. wanting to last longer this time, hamil eased himself leisurely, clenching his jaw.
he couldn’t help but to cum fast when he was in the best pussy he’s ever had attached to the most beautiful woman he’s ever known. his quick nuts never bothered aqua because she’s well aware of the effect that she has on him— and shit he has the same effect on her. they just made it up to each other with multiple rounds everyday.
“so fucking wet. how is man gonna last?”
the brit grunted out in strain as he began long stroking, mesmerized by the way she leaked down her leg and had his dick drenched in more and more milky cream with every thrust.
“what’s new? you always drain easily for me.”
aqua all of a sudden got cocky and began fucking him back. she looked behind her to see hamil’s completely in a daze as he drunkenly watched her thick, soft ass jiggle with each thump to his chiseled abdomen. she bit her lip getting even more turned on by the way he looks.
“and you drain even easier for me. you’re about to cum any second now innit?”
yes.. but she’s not about to admit that.
“shut the fuck up and gimmie that nut you holding back nigga.”
she turned back around giggling.
“ha ha ha.”
hamil mimicked her laugh, abruptly grabbing her hips to fill her pussy up to the rim. his strokes became so deep and forceful his heavy ballsack sloppily slapped her bud each time.
those giggles from aqua immediately became a gasp leading to trail of loud moans and whines.
“now you shut the fuck before you wake the whole house up.”
with his bottom lip knitted between his teeth he slapped the living hell out of her ass cheek making her yelp from the searing pain and intense pleasure combo.
“have i fucked you dumb? didn’t i say stop making all that noise?”
still ramming through her velvety walls, he reached in front of her and stuck his pointer and middle finger deep in her mouth nearly gagging her in an effort to silence her. at this point aqua’s mind is fuzzy and her only focus is the big delicious penis stretching her out and poking at her cervix.
“awuh! feels soo guh-good!”
hamil’s whispering nasty nothings into her ear but all she heard was white noise as her third orgasm of the night washed over her. with a grunt the brit immediately pulled out knowing that swimming in the extra load of wetness would make him cum too.. and he’s not done yet.
“i know you got one more for me darling.”
he spoke in regards to making her orgasm a fourth time as he pushed her down flat on her stomach and straddled her backside.
aqua had a hate-love relationship with this position because even though she felt him the deepest from this angle there was no place to run. she’s just going to have to lay down and take hard dick which is the last thing her sensitive cunt needs right now. how is she going to explain her out of the blue limping to his parents tomorrow at breakfast?!
“i- i really don’t. i can’t.”
aqua’s mind was still in a subspace as he gripped her waist from behind, sliding into her grip and immediately began to dig into her cunt with feral plunges.
“mhm, look at all this ass.”
hamil bit his bottom lip still admiring the way aqua’s dark chocolate colored booty clapped and began to soak with cum with every rough stroke.
he should be more considerate of the fact that even after dating for nearly two years she still hasn’t gotten used to his size. and the way he likes to go round after round he’s fully aware this can lead to her bruising on the inside sometimes but in this moment he doesn’t care.
“please cum f-for me mil. pl-ease.”
hamil’s eyes temporarily rolled to the back of his head hearing her beg in that weak, desperate, fucked out voice of hers— that’s his ultimate weakness. but he refuses to nut until he feels like he’s enjoyed her enough for the night.
“not yet. mhmm. you feel so good to me baby. fuck.”
aqua’s eyes began to water as she ran out of ideas to calm the nature of his sexaholism. instead she laid there moaning and drooling into the bed sheets unable to speak coherent sentences at this point.
“therapy.”
is all aqua could muster to whisper out.
it’s what she’s threatened hamil with every time he succumbs to his strong sexual urges with her. the mention of sex addiction therapy annoys him every time she brings it up because he’s only sexually attracted to her. it’s not like he’s going around shagging every girl he sees. he wouldn’t dare cheat on his masterpiece of a woman. he’s simply just infatuated with his girlfriend which isn’t a crime.. right?
“is it wrong that i’m inlove with you?—“
hamil strengthen his grip on her tiny waist and began overwhelmingly filling her up to the very hilt with this animalistically fast strokes. she whimpered and whined uncontrollably as her body began to bounce off off the bed; her mind clearly off in another dimension.
“you love me too right?”
his baritone voice was laced with extreme lust and desperation as he treated the love of his life like a flesh light chasing his nut, going faster and faster as the seconds went by.
“yes! yes! yes! i-i lo-love you!”
her eyes crossed at the euphoric feeling of him repeatedly jabbing into that gooey spot in her that makes her feel like the horniest woman in the world. at this point neither one of them could hold back their moans and they didn’t care to.
“ugh—shit. gonna nut all in this tight little pussy baby.”
the two came almost simultaneously and hamil placed soothing kisses down his lady’s back as he slowly pulled his length out hoping it can distract her from the slight sting she may feel from him un-stretching her.
“mhmm mil-“
“i’m sorry my love.”
“yeah whatever nigga, that’s what you say every time just to do it again.”
he plopped onside of her feeling a wave if grogginess come over him.
“and you still love me though.”
“debatable.”
aqua joked.
“mmcht. that wasn’t what you was just saying a second ago. “‘yes! yes! yes! i-i lo-love you!’”
hamil mocked her earning a slap from her to his chest.
“oh my god, don’t do me that.”
aqua laughed along with him as they stared at each other with heavy eyelids.
“we should get cleaned up and wash the bed sheets now innit.”
he yawned.
“yeah, let’s do that.”
before the two sexaholics knew it they were fast asleep.
“i’ve told you already lucia means nothing to me. she can’t compare to you in any way and i do mean any way. princess, you’re the last woman to make me cum.”
i gulped a bit taken aback.. but not shocked. i knew abe was still hung up on me but i didn’t know it was this bad. i’m definitely about to use his vulnerability to my advantage so i can get out of this sticky situation without anyone getting fired or exposed.
“.. fine. when are we going on this date then?”
i wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him lovingly as his six foot two frame towered over mine. if my cheek wasn’t still stinging from when he slapped me just now maybe i would feel something towards him.
abe’s still undeniably attractive but i’m nowhere near inlove with him anymore because of how volatile and toxic our relationship was. being with matteo is truly making me realize that love doesn’t have to be so overwhelmingly toxic.
“tomorrow night. around six. i’ll make reservations for your favorite restaurant.”
“okay then. it’s a date.“
ha! i got his ass smiling from ear to ear. when he leaned in to kiss me i ignored the enticing smell of his cologne and scooted back a bit.
“aht aht. tomorrow.”
i lied to him as i placed my finger on his lips, letting it slide down his chest to his big dick.. which is quite hard might i add. damn, i really still have power over this man.
“heh. oh, okay. you know what? i’ll just go let matteo know we’re through right now matter of a fact.”
i instantly got the bright idea to just go ahead and act like i’m breaking things off with matt right infront of his face to make it seem more believable.
“oh really now?”
“yep.”
i left out of abe’s office already knowing he’s going to peak through the blinds of his office’s window to watch me actually go through with breaking up with matteo— even though i’m not going to i can make it look like we are to get him off my back.
“so what did he say?“
matt eagerly asked as i stepped into his cubicle. i can tell he hasn’t been able to focus on a slice of work since i’ve been in that office. he hates when abraham tries to get to close to me.
“he knows what were doing in your car—“
we both spoke in a hushed tone.
“shit.”
“but he says if i break up with you right now he’ll just forget about it like it never happened. he’s watching us through his office’s window right now—“
matteo looked to see if abe was watching.
“no, don’t look!”
he diverted his eyes back to me quickly.
“but yeah, he’s watching to see if i’ll actually break up with you so we need to make this conversation look like a break up.”
he scrunched his face up.
“okay, let me get this straight.. we just did one of the company’s major don’ts and the ceo is just gonna be okay with that if you stop speaking to me?”
“exactly, but we don’t really have to stop speaking to each other for good. just at work ya know.”
the brunette sneered, scratching his head.
“i feel like a proper boss would’ve just fired us though.”
i crossed my arms, gearing myself up to delude his suspicions about the true nature of abe and i’s relationship.
“okay? and thank god he didn’t right?”
he smacked his lips.
“he only didn’t fire you because he’s obsessed with you. he’s more focused on you being single than not honoring his company’s policy as if he’s about to swoop in and replace me as your lover.. or have i replaced him? or are you sleeping with me and him at the same time? i don’t even know anymore.”
i may fib about a lot of things but i never cheated on matteo.. other than what i just did in that office just now— but that’s hardly cheating right? anyways, i’d never sleep with two men at once. that’s blasphemous.
“woah, woah, woah. where is all of this coming from? i’ve told you over and over again that there’s nothing going on between me and abe nor has there ever been. i mean yeah, it’s clear that he has a crush on me but it doesn’t matter because he can’t break his own company’s rules and i’m with you. hello!”
matteo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms still not convinced.
“so you’ve never and will never fool around with beckham right?”
he stared deeply into my eyes. i swallowed the guilt i feel for being untruthful to him since the day that i met him.
“never.”
i saw a wave of relief wash over my boy toy.
“well.. since all we have to do is look like we’re breaking up, i think the little spat we had just helped our case.”
i giggled.
“yeah, let’s wrap this up cuz i know his weird ass is still staring at us through those blinders—“
we lightly chuckled not trying to break our facade.
“i’m going to just take the train to your apartment after work so it doesn’t cause any suspicion, okay?”
he nodded his head.
“okay.”
“and scene.”
matteo playfully rolled his eyes at me as i walked away from him. i didn’t forget to smirk at the tall ginger man who lurkingly peaked through the blinds of his office’s window.
10 p.m.
saturday.
matteo’s apartment.
| celine |
i spent the whole day with matteo. we shopped, dined, went to a record store and a festival and now we’re in his truck going back to his place.
unfortunately, i had to snuck away from him for a few minutes just to call abe on my motorola flip to let him know that i couldn’t go on that dinner date with him because i had to do a school assignment that came up. i don’t really know how long i can keep abe off of me but i guess we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
“my sweet.”
my boy toy opened the passenger seat for me, jokingly giving me a curtesy bow. i giggled as i stepped out.
“how kind of you my beau.”
he carried all of our bags like a true gentleman as we walked towards his apartment building.
“i wonder what my surprise is.”
the fluffy haired man told me bought something for me at one of the shops we went to earlier and i’m dying to know what it is.
“and as soon as we get inside of my place you’ll see what it is. be patient.”
he smiled at me.
“oh, what’s this?”
we made it to his doorstep and a package on the the welcome matt caught my eye. i picked up the brown box observing it.
“there’s no name on it or address.”
i told him as he twisted his key in the door.
“just bring it inside.”
i walked through the front door and he followed after me closing and locking it. he placed the bags down putting his focus on this mysterious package. he quickly got out a box cutter and opened the box— inside there was just a vcr tape.
“what the fuck?”
“that’s it? it’s just a tape with no label on it?”
i’m so extremely lost. who would just leave a random box with a tape inside lying around and why?
“yeah.. i guess we should go ahead and play it. i have no clue what it could be.”
i sighed as we walked to his living room.
“oh god, i hope whatever’s on this tape doesn’t ruin my mood because i’ve been having a good day.”
“stesso.”
matteo muttered as he slid the tape into the vcr player and we both stood onside of each other waiting for the video to play.
at first the recording was pitch black until i the heard the click of a light switch lighting up the room which i quickly realized is abraham’s bedroom in his mansion. my stomach instantly dropped.
“what?”
i muttered, staring at the television in horror. as soon as i heard me and abe’s giggles in the background i instantly remembered the night this video was shot. this was the last time we had sex, days before we broke up six months ago.
we went out to a club, both got super drunk and abe caught some guy flirting with me so we got into a huge yelling match in front of everyone there. all i remember is that fight at the club and getting back to his mansion and having wild sex— i had no clue this shit was being filmed though.
i’d never agree to getting fucked on camera, no matter how much abe urged me to. i guess he sensed that our relationship was coming to an end and decided to set up a camera knowing we’d get back home and have do the deed. gross.
“okay, that’s enough.”
i quivered on the verge of tears as i tried to grab the remote from his hand but he quickly yanked his hand away pausing the footage on a still of me dropping to my knees looking up at abraham about to unbuckle his pants.
“no! this is literally you celine!”
matteo voice cracked as he raised it the loudest i’ve heard him raise it. i looked anywhere but at his face.
“look at me!”
i slowly turned to look at the man with a tear streaming down my face. i can see the wheels turning in his head as the delusions i fed him faded away and reality set in.
“you’ve been lying to me since the day we met but i knew it! i knew you were fucking him!—“
he hissed at me venomously.
“but this video was six months ago, i haven’t slept with him since—“
“but you told me you didn’t sleep with him at all! what the fuck is the truth celine?!”
i shook my head, full on sobbing now.
“w-we did date okay.. we dated for a year and a half but it was so toxic that i broke it off with him six months ago—“
“so i was your rebound?”
he venomously hissed at me.
“n-no, no. i really like you matteo. i just didn’t want you knowing about me and abe because.. because i take my job seriously and i didn’t want anybody thinking i slept my way to the top.”
he squinted his eyes at me.
“i would’ve never told anyone about what happened with you and beckham. hell! we’re breaking the same rules! what’s the real reason you hid all of this from me?!”
i almost spoke until my motorola flip that was on the living room’s coffee table started ringing, matteo quickly picked it up before i could.
“hah, oh look, it’s beckham.”
he angrily spoke passive aggressively. you have got to be fucking kidding me?!
matteo put my cellular phone to his ear waiting for abe to speak.
| matteo |
“hellooo? celine my darling?”
all i feel right now is pure rage. i sighed disgusted with this entire situation.
“it’s matteo, you pathetic excuse of a man.”
my boss laughed maniacally on the line.
“i take it you you’ve watched the tape now innit? which part did you enjoy the most? celine sucking me off? or me dining on her pussy? or me fucking her from the back? and the side? and the front?”
he laughed even louder, i clenched my jaw looking over to celine who was shaking and crying. usually it would pain me to see her sad, but the love i thought i had for her is fading away by the second.
“look at what you subjected me to celine.”
“i’m so sorry matteo.”
the woman sniffled out.
“oh yeah? my pretty little liar’s over there innit? psh! she told me she had a colly assignment to get done and that’s why we couldn’t go on our date today.“
i scoffed. it’s devastating finding out that the woman i’ve been head over heels for isn’t even real.
“a date?”
“yes mate, a date. after i took her into my office yesterday she agreed to break up with you and go on a date with me today as long as i didn’t expose our past relationship to you. but once she gave me that bullshit excuse about having to do school work on a saturday i just knew she was trying to run game on me. so hey, fuck it. i decided to deliver you our sex tape to show you the type of woman she really is.”
it took me a few moments to take all of that in. i just knew she was in that office doing something she had no business doing!
“is this true?”
i looked at her wickedly, trying my hardest to fight back tears. before she could answer abraham did it for her.
“yes, yes, yes. i have no reason to lie. just look at her call log and you’ll see that she called me earlier today to cancel the date.”
i shook my head at her, quickly wiping away a tear that fell. at this point i’ve heard enough.
“i quit, i want my last check mailed to me.”
i can hear the evil fuck get excited on other side of the phone.
“you’re giving my girl back to me and i don’t have to fire you and pay for your unemployment?! brilliant!”
i rolled my eyes.
“and also, don’t even think about leaking that sex tape unless you want to be sued for every penny you’re worth.”
i sucked my teeth.
“i actually wasn’t planning on it, not everyone’s a loser like you beckham. karma’s a bitch.”
i slammed celine’s flip phone shut and tossed it over to her. i pulled the vcr tape out of it’s player, threw it my fireplace, lit a match and set it ablaze. celine continued to violently sob as she came to stand next to me.
“matteo i’m so sorry, can we please just start ov—“
“ya know, the surprise was actually a promise ring. i was going to ask you to officially be my girlfriend yet again but i see now that was going to be a bust anyways. you would’ve said no like you always do—“
i kept my focus on watching the fire melt the big block of plastic away.
“n-no i—“
“yes you would’ve. you’re still stuck on that man cuz unfortunately you’re just as dysfunctional and manipulative as he is and to be frank you two deserve each other.”
i shook my head as i just let the water works roll down my cheeks. i’m absolutely heartbroken that there’s no way to repair what me and celine had after tonight. even if i tried i wouldn’t be able to trust a word that comes out of her mouth ever again.
celine gasped in response.
“no d-don’t say that. i want you and only you my beau. i never meant to hurt you—“
“but you did celine. and you’re just going to continue to hurt people if you don’t heal whatever’s inside of you that’s craving toxicity.”
she sniffled, putting her hands on my chest in a nurturing way. i still refused to make eye contact with her.
“and you’re right, i’ll go to therapy. okay? i’ll learn to be more honest. we can still make this work.”
she frantically begged. i’ve never seen her like this before nor have i ever thought the manizer would ever beg a man for forgiveness. i can tell she’s being sincere and maybe one day i can actually forgive her but today’s not that day.
“go to therapy for yourself celine.”
with that statement she took the hint and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.
“i wish you the best matteo.”
she said before finally leaving out.
11 p.m.
saturday.
| omniscient |
as soon as celine left matteo’s house she began driving towards abe’s estate, slipping out of sadness and falling more into rage by the second. she knows good and well she’s wrong for lying to matteo about her past with abe but that make her any less furious about the fact abe tried to show the guy she liked a non consensual tape of the two of them in the act. the manizer actually never wants to see him again but she can’t fight back the the urge to go over there to see if he has anymore sneaky footage lingering around.
“whew, here we go.”
exhaling deeply, ms. marcel parked her car in the driveway of abraham’s mansion. it took her a few seconds of meditation before finally hopping out and making it to his front door to ring the doorbell. after a minute or so abe finally opened the door with a smirk on his face and a blunt in his hand. his attitude is just as calm and relaxed as his outfit— a backwards fitted cap, an oversized tee, baggy sweats and the gold chain he never takes off which is currently tucked inside of his shirt.
“ahh, i was waiting for you.”
the tall, blue eyed ginger looked her short, slim yet curvy physique up and down as she rolled her eyes, mugging him in return.
“i’m just here to see if you have anymore footage of me that i don’t know about since you’re a bigger pervert than i thought.”
celine quickly walked past him, heading up the stairs towards his bedroom.
“oh?! so now i’m a pervert?”
he followed her fast footsteps closely.
“yes, anybody who secretly films themselves having sex with a person then proceeds to try to show other people is a certified pervert abraham.”
celine reached abraham’s spacious, prestigiously decorated master bedroom and began frantically searching through his drawers and closet making a mess as she did so. the millionaire just leaned against his door frame, cooly blowing his joe. he’s just happy to have the love of his life in his home after all these months. he knew doing something as crazy as delivering his own sex tape to the very door of the man she’s moved on to would rile her up enough to have her back into his arms again for at least a second.
“are you done now?”
he asked calmly after she threw the very camcorder that he used to secretly record them that night across the wall, shattering it to pieces.
“ugh! i fucking hate you!”
celine stomped towards the man, slapping the smoke right out of his mouth. he chuckled in response, rubbing his jaw as he ashed out his blunt.
“i love you too my darling.”
abe’s relaxed attitude due to him being self medicated only boiled the woman’s blood even more. she went to punch him and he grabbed her wrist which resulted in her trying to punch him with her other hand so he swiftly grabbed her other wrist and pinned her to the wall.
“you’ve been crying?”
abe finally took a good look at his brownskinned beauty and realized her brown doe eyes were slightly red and puffy.
“matteo was good for me and you ruined that. of course i’ve been crying.”
he scoffed— aggravated at the fact that his girl was starting to genuinely grow feelings for another man but also relieved that he did in-fact hinder their relationship from sailing.
“if i hadn’t ruined it, you would’ve sooner or later anyways. face it darling, you’re not equipped to properly love anybody.”
the second abe said that it finally clicked for celine. she’s spent her whole life not wanting to trust anyone so in return she gives people reasons not to trust her so she doesn’t end up attached. she self sabotages things before they get the chance to ruin her and that’s something she desperately will work on fixing after tonight. but as for right now.. she’s going to fuck abraham beckham one last time.
suddenly celine’s anger turned into lust as she caught whiff of abe’s musky cologne and the bulge that grew in his sweats. her getting aggressive with him almost always turns him on. she used her knee to massage his crotch as she looked up at him yearningly.
he spent no time french kissing her lips and feverishly fondling her body. he’s been wanting to have his way with her for months and he can barely contain himself now that he’s finally got the chance to do it. in seconds their clothing was scattered on the floor and celine was being picked up against the wall about to have hard dick inside of her.
“wait, where’s your condom?”
“we haven’t used those in ages.”
“but—“
abe filled her up to the hilt and he groaned at how welcoming her warm, tight walls hugged around him snugly. he slowly began moving in and out of her.
“sh-shit abe!”
celine wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his shoulder trying to keep herself from moaning at how good the feeling of him stretching her out felt.
“fuck i missed you so much my darling.”
he kept a grip on her hips as he slid her up and down his large length while walking them both towards the bed.
“lie down, i wanna see you take me.”
he whispered as they both settled into missionary. missionary is his favorite because he gets to see celine’s pretty face, her beautiful body and the lewd sight of her tight, wet pussy engulfing him over and over again.
“bloody hell, you still get so wet for me.”
his strokes became deeper and faster as he took pride in knowing that she’s enjoying this out of world experience just as much as he is right now.
“uh-abe—“
celine can barely open her eyes to see abraham’s chain dangle in her face or his eyes threatening to roll back or his very chiseled abs and arms muscle tighten with each thrust.
“yes my love?”
he can barely hear her over the bed creaking, the squelching noises or the sound of his own groans of pleasure.
“sl-slow down.”
in return he pins her flexible legs to the bed and sped his pace up. celine’s eyes completely rolled back as she felt herself entering a subspace of pure euphoria.
“did you miss this as much as i did celine?”
he knelt down to her ear and whispered into it.
“oh fuck yes.”
she clawed at his broad back. he chuckled at how vulnerable he has her again.
“you love me? are you only for me now?”
abe looked her dead in the eyes, only centimeters away from her face. his large hand found her throat as he steadily plowed his heavy slab deeply through her walls. so deep to the point where he knows good and well whatever she says next will be a dickmatized lie. he still wants to hear her say it though.
“i love you s-so much! yes! yes!”
her world went black for a second as she came hard.
only two men have ever fucked celine to the point of mindless euphoria and submission and abraham is one of them.
“fuck! bloody hell.”
the millionaire swiftly pulled himself out of his personal heaven because he knew if he was in there a millisecond longer he would’ve nutted prematurely as well and he’s nowhere near done with her.
“lay down.”
celine demanded, abe willfully obliged. looks like she isn’t done with him either. he admired her slim, caramel toned body glistening with sweat and her long curls swelling into a frizzier afro as she sunk down onto his thick, long dick. she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning.
“so beautiful. i want you to be mine forever.”
she ignored him as she begin riding him on her tippy toes. his mouth fell agape at how skilled she had become at taking his length.
“tell me i’m the best you’ve ever had.”
a bit of abraham’s insecurity spilled out suddenly.
“you’re top two.”
she moaned out. she can’t pick between him or matteo but at least she’s honest about it.
“mhmm fuck— get on your knees for me.”
he suggested she stopped riding him on her feet and started riding him on her knees so he can began fucking into her. but aht aht, celine didn’t want him to take control again just yet.
“i’m in charge right now baby.”
his lust filled eyes stayed glued on the woman as she rode him harder, dripping in so much wetness that it was nastily making a mess where their privates met. he smacked her round ass and rested his hands on her small waist.
“sh-shit! you’re gonna make me bust too early.”
he moaned out, struggling to speak. celine chuckled.
“and why is that baby?”
“your pussy feels too good darling.”
she provocatively bit her bottom lip looking down at the gorgeous british man.
“exactly.”
the cordless landline telephone began ringing on the nightstand onside of the creaking bed. at first they were both in such a daze that they ignored it but after the up-tenth ring celine took the phone off the hook.
“hello? who keep calling this phone like this?”
celine breathlessly answered still bouncing up and down on the thick, juicy dick with so much intention that her hair and perky tits swayed along with her.
“uh?! this is lucia, who the fuck are you?!”
lucia heard a snicker on the line along with headboard knocking, the bouncing of a bed spring and a man moaning— it sounds like it could be abraham but the few times that they’ve slept together she had never heard him moan.
“somebody whose fucking the shit out of your man. matter of fact i don’t think he’s your man anymore, ain’t that right abraham?”
celine put the phone to abe’s mouth and didn’t give a piece of a fuck who was on the other line. he was too focused on the nut he had approaching from how well the love of his life squeezed around him.
“we’re through lady, leave me alone.”
with his dick buried deep inside of celine, he even even forgot lucia’s name. there was frantic crying and cursing on the line but the manizer slammed the phone back on the hook before she could hear anymore.
“fuck that was so hot celine.”
abe grabbed celine’s face and began tongue tangoing with her as he planted his feet on the bed digging in her puffy cunt with hard thrusts.
“yes! fuck me abe!”
and that’s what he did all night in any and every position they could think of. they both knew that was their last time being intimate like this or maybe even seeing each other. celine marcel knew she would have to find another job and maybe even move away to begin a fresh start to receive the help that she needed in the future but as for the present she’s going to enjoy her last night being a manizer.
“mhmm. this pasta tastes even better than it did last night matteo.”
having the break room to ourselves; i cooed enjoying the taste of left over pesto linguine that my boy toy, matteo, cooked for us the night before while i was staying over at his apartment. even though we’re not official, we’ve been dating for four months. we met through our workplace, “donna & don’s digest” romance magazine incorporation and we both work here as journalists; i’ve been here for two years and matteo was hired just five months ago.
“i’m glad you don’t mind a leftover my sweet.”
matteo rested his head on his hand, watching me slurp my noodles in adoration. he speaks in a super thick italian accent since it’s his first language so whenever he speaks in english it sounds really broken up but i find it super hot.
he was born and raised here in italy while i was born and raised in america and i’ve been here for four years attending university of milan. i do still have italian lineage on my dad’s side though; hence why my last name is marcel.
“are you just going to spend your whole lunch break just staring at me?”
i took notice to matt barely touching his food due to lack of appetite. usually he gets a coffee and some cigarettes in him and then he’s good to go. i find it funny because he actually has a dire passion for cooking.
“sì, i’d do this all day if i could.”
i rolled my eyes chuckling.
“i can’t help it, you’re just so pretty and i’m just so lucky. also, the sound that you are making with the pesto is reminding me of what you did to me last night.”
woah?! i almost choked on my noodle.
“see, exactly, the slurping, the choking. it’s reminiscent.”
i erupted with laughter while matt just sat there dead serious. he’s pretty straightforward and rarely jokes about anything; which to me is funny.
“your mind is always in the gutter.”
i shook my head sipping my water and dabbing my mouth with a napkin after, making sure to not ruin my lipstick.
“missed a spot mi amor.”
my beautiful boy toy scooted over to me and gently licked the spec of sauce from the corner of my mouth— of course this turned into a heated make out session with him picking me up and putting me onto his lap in a straddling position. my eyes widen as he slapped my ass and i began to feel just how hard his crotch is.
“uh, matty, literally anybody can come in right now—“
he went on to hungrily kissing my neck.
“ya know.. hmm.. the policy baby.”
i reminded him about our company’s “no dating co-workers” policy as i wrapped my hands around his neck and closed my eyes enjoying the friction i was getting from matteo gripping my waist and dry humping me from below.
“fuck the policy, i wanna fuck you right here.”
i nervously giggled as he unbuttoned my blouse and swiftly slipped my pierced nipple into his mouth. we’ve fucked in wild places before but never at work. but nothing shocks me with matteo because he’s truly a care-free, spontaneous wild card— a lot like me but he’s next level.
“okay, okay uh—“
i tried to get up but found myself confined in his strong grasp. i looked over to the clock on the wall.
“we still have like thirty minutes left, let’s take this to your truck.”
he suddenly looked up at me smirking deviously.
-
the pretty italian man lied there flat against the backseat of his five percent tinted truck speaking in tongues with his eyes rolled to the back of his head as i rode him. i bit my lip trying to hold back moans at the pretty sight and the full feeling of his hard dick stuffing me.
“per favore vieni per me dolcezza.”
“please cum for me my sweet” my boy toy hazily looked up at me begging me to orgasm in italian. he always makes sure i cum first no matter what.
“you first beau.”
i smirked challenging him. i usually am some what of a dominant woman who likes to take charge but i find it sexy when men can handle me as well.
without warning matteo’s hands gripped my waist and he began thrusting his length into me deeply and quickly.
“oh fawk matteo!”
i accidentally yelled out causing matt to calmly “shh” me and pull me down to his chest in an attempt to swallow my moans with his mouth all the while of steadily drilling me. even though his vehicle is tinted to the max, we still have to be quiet because we’re in the employee’s parking lot.
“matty! y-you’re so dee—“
i tried to lift off of his chiseled chest a bit but he only wrapped his arms around me tightly.
“shh, shh. i know my celine. mhm, you feel so divine as always.”
i buried my face in the crook of his neck as he continued to praise my pussy in his soft and sweet yet baritone voice while feverishly fucking me dumb. the whole truck is shaking, even my muffled whines are loud and his heavy ball sack hitting my ass cheeks with every thrust along with the sloshing noises of my ongoing wetness is sounding off.
only two men have ever fucked me to the point of mindless euphoria and submission and matteo is one of them.
“good girl.”
matty slapped my ass as i finally gushed all over him; nearly blacking out from how hard i just orgasmed. immediately after i felt a burst of his condom and his thrusting became slower and slower as we lustfully but passionately tongued each other down.
i’m really afraid at how much i’ve grown to like this man. he’s handsome, the sex is amazing, he shows me all five acts of service genuinely, he introduces me to new things— he’s pretty much perfect. the only problem here is that i’ve always had commitment issues and my last relationship only worsened my feelings about romance.
“i can’t believe we just did this at work.”
i panted, pulling myself off him.
“with ten minutes to spare.”
he breathily stated, glancing at his wrist watch.
we cleaned ourselves up with wet wipes, got redressed and fixed ourselves up the best way we could. my makeup and hair still looked somewhat a mess but matteo on the other hand looks as good as he did before we fooled around.
“how do i look my sweet?”
he spritzed cologne on himself adding his last final touch. i looked at the icy blue eyed brunette dumbfounded.
“boy you look the same. the real question is how do i look?”
“i’ve told you a million times you look amazing. you’re makeup isn’t as fresh but i like the smudgey eye look—“
matteo answered with blatant honesty.
“i promise, nobody’s going to know that your mascara is runny because you cried on my dick.”
we snickered hopping out of the backseat of the truck through the same door.
“thank god nobody’s out here.”
i exhaled in relief.
“and why is that?”
i almost jumped at the random outburst from the familiar british voice behind us.
the both of us turned around to see our boss and ceo, abraham beckham, walking towards us. i thought he took off today so it’s a shock to see him randomly pop up on in this parking lot.
my heart began to thump harshly inside of my chest wondering how long he was out here for. the windows are so dark we weren’t able to know if anyone was around.
“oh! hey mr. beckham.”
“sup.”
me and matt collectively ignored his question as the tall blue eyed man walked toward us.
“hello ms. marcel. moretti. i took half of the day off and decided to take my lunch break in my car, i see you two did the same as well.. together.”
abe has a huge fake smile plastered on his face as he speaks. i looked to matteo who looks unbothered.
the two men don’t really like each other. abe only hired matt because he’s highly qualified in journalism and the rest of the company really wanted him; unfortunately matt can tell where he isn’t wanted so he just keeps to himself and does his job.
“yeah, we had tomato pesto linguine. what did you eat in your car.. alone?”
i bit my lip nervously at matt slickly mocking our boss. abe scoffed passive aggressively in response. you can cut the tension with a knife.
“i fear my stomach is too upset to eat.”
our boss looked us up and down, painfully enunciating his words as if he was choking down a cry of anger.
“okay, i think we should go inside now. time to get to work.”
i peppily suggested acting oblivious.
“yeah, but actually celine, i need to have a word with you in my office about the research essay you just turned in.”
matteo lightly sneered.
“okay, cool.”
the three of us began to walk and i tried my hardest to stride as if i didn’t just get plowed by a pretty sizable dick but i’m failing. of course abe took notice with a disgusted look on his face.
“are you okay ms. marcel?”
beckham seethed, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as if he’s trying to help me walk straight. matteo cooly strided behind us.
“i’m great, just a new exercise class i’ve taken recently.”
the boss sucked his teeth walking fast which in return made me walk faster.
“i bet.”
i glanced back to see matt looking confused as ever but he still went to his cubicle and abraham basically threw me into his office’s room.
as soon as he closed his door i felt the hardest slap i’ve ever felt in my life causing me to stumble backward and then to the floor. my eyes began to tear up at the searing pain i felt.
i guess this is the result of having a boss whose an obsessive ex and a coworker as fling.
unfortunately, the main reason why abe and matt don’t like each other is because of me.
matt knows abe is attracted to me and has asked me several times if we’ve ever had anything going on which i’ve lied and said no to avoid unnecessary drama.
on the other hand abe has had his suspicions about me and matt for quite some time too.. and unfortunately he’s finally caught us.
| abraham |
i almost balled up my fists at celine but i quickly turned them to prayer hands as i tilted my head back and closed my eyes trying my very hardest to calm
myself down.
“god please give me the strength— give me the strength to not burn this building down to ashes.”
“now why the fuck would he listen to an asshole like you abe?”
i guess she’s right because i don’t feel any type of strength to refrain me from murdering this woman and then going out there and murdering the guy she was just fucking loudly in the toyota just a few minutes ago.
i began angrily walking towards her and she crawled away from me backwards.
“i’ve asked you time and time again, celine are you fucking matteo? no abe, he isn’t my type. we’re just friends. i’d never sleep with anybody else at the company. we literally just broke up, i’m not that kind of a girl to move on that fast. you’re delusional. it’s all in your head. blah blah blah—“
i mocked her as she continued to crawl backwards, clearly intimidated by my anger.
“like a fucking idiot, i believed you so i let my guard down. you had me stressing so bad that i took a vacation leave for a month just to come back last week to rumors about you two being too close for comfort.”
she furrowed a brow, looking as if she wanted to ask me who in the workplace snitched but she didn’t want to upset me farther.
“ya know, i must say you’re sneaky but not sneaky enough. i just knew the one day where you thought i wouldn’t be at work would be the day that you both took your lunch together. what i didn’t know was that you’d hop in his car and scream out his name loud enough for the entire city of milan to hear. i can’t even get the bloody image of the truck rocking back and fourth, how could you let him—“
just regurgitating the scene i just watched from my car is making me even more furious.
i charged towards her and she quickly hopped to her feet just to get backed into a corner by me. i gripped her by the neck.
“the audacity of you!”
she kept a brave face and didn’t let a tear fall.
“abraham calm down, we didn’t even mean to—“
“how long have you lot been shagging?”
the brown skinned woman gulped before speaking.
“around four months.”
i sighed in disgust.
“but he’s only been here for five.. we’ve only been broken up for six.. we were together for a year and a half and you just immediately threw it away like that?”
celine’s the only woman i’ve taken seriously since i moved to milan and that says a lot because i came here four years ago. my main focus was to expand my mother’s popular british magazine “donna & don’s digest” to italy. along the way i met celine when she was a twenty year old college sophomore and even though she isn’t a college graduate yet i bent the rules only for her because i was so drawn to her beauty, confidence, work ethic and intelligence.
at first celine didn’t give me the time of day and kept it strictly business with me but half a year into knowing her she finally let me take her out on a date. i didn’t even have sex with her until after nine months of knowing her in total. what the fuck is so special about matteo moretti that she gives her pussy up to him only after a few weeks of knowing him?
“you sound so crazy abe, you’re in a whole nother relationship too.”
i gritted my teeth.
“who? lucia? i just met her a few weeks ago and i already know i don’t want the bitch. how does that compare to you breaking up with me and then only two months later sleeping with somebody you don’t even know? what the fuck does he have that i don’t?”
my grip became tighter on her neck.
“peace. tranquility. confidence.. i don’t ever have to worry about matteo putting his hands on me or getting mad at me for speaking to another man platonically.. plus his life is more than just money and work all the damn time.”
celine struggled to choke her words out through my clutch. i scoffed.
she’s saying this as if she didn’t spend most of the relationship lying to me which resulted in me getting mad and maybe going as far as slapping her— mind you sometimes she would hit me first! we’re both guilty of a little domestic violence here and there. as far as money goes, matteo barely has any of it so of course he has more spare time to not focus on work. the only thing that bothers me is her saying that he doesn’t get mad at her for speaking to other men; as if i don’t see how annoyed he gets whenever i speak to her in front of him.
“when he asks about us, what do you tell him then? because i know he’s suspicious.”
“there is no us—“
knowing how much of a liar celine is i already know moretti doesn’t know about our past relationship and she most likely just tells him his suspicions are hallucinations.
“but there used to be. does he know i had you living in my mansion, wining and dining you, showing you the world, pleasuring your every hole?—“
the only thing we didn’t do in our relationship is tell our families about each other because of course if my mom knew about us breaking the policy she implemented for her business celine wouldn’t be able to work here anymore.
“shut up!”
the petite woman pushed me off of her with all her might. i smirked.
“you really think your peaceful, tranquil moretti wouldn’t get mad at you if he found out about us? i should just go out there and tell him now actually—“
i turned around and walked towards the door but celine jumped in front of me, pushing her little hands on my chest.
“no! wait! abe please no! i— i’ll just break it off with him.”
i smacked my lips.
“c’mon celine—”
“no seriously, i’ll just give him the news after our shift is over today. i need to focus on graduating and i really don’t have time to deal with this drama you’re trying to cause right now.”
she spoke so smoothly and sensually that it clouded my judgement. is this just another fib?
“oh really?”
“really.”
“fuck me.”
she screwed her face up.
“excuse me?!”
“let me take you out. let me make love to you again. give us another proper chance since you’re done with him now.”
i wrapped my arms around her by her petite waist pulling her close not even caring that she was just with another man. it seems as if she wants to pull away from me but she doesn’t.
“i just said i need to focus on school and work. there’s no man in that equation abe.”
she stared at me with those pretty, chocolate colored doe eyes instantly making my anger melt away and believe every fib she says.
“but i miss seeing you outside of here, don’t you miss me too darling?”
i spoke sensually, caressing the same cheek that i slapped. i haven’t been this close in proximity to her since our break up and i’m mentally losing my mind.
“but you have a girlfriend—“
i sighed.
“i’ve told you already lucia means nothing to me. she can’t compare to you in any way and i do mean any way. princess, you’re the last woman to make me cum.”
celine gulped clearly taken but i can tell she takes pride in that statement. she should because unfortunately it’s true. she has the best pussy i’ve ever had the privilege to indulge in and i always used to tell her that.
“.. fine. when are we going on this date?”
she wrapped her arms around my neck. i can feel myself stiffening.
“tomorrow night. around six. i’ll make reservations for your favorite restaurant.”
she smiled up at me innocently, my heart is melting.
“okay then. it’s a date.“
i smiled from ear to ear, leaning into her. our lips almost met until she scooted back a bit.
“aht aht. tomorrow.”
she put her finger on my mouth and let it slide down my chest to my crotch. she gave me a lustful look after she realized that i have a hard on.
“heh. oh, okay. you know what? i’ll just go let matteo know we’re through right now matter of a fact.”
i looked at her taken aback as she walked backwards towards the door.
“oh really now?”
“yep.”
and with that she turned around with a twirl and left out of my office. of course i’m peaking out of my blinds and watching her next moves.
surely enough she did go up to moretti in his cubicle and they spoke for about five minutes. i can tell by his facial expressions that he wasn’t pleased with what she was saying. right before she walked away from him he rolled his eyes and she looked over to my office’s window— already knowing i’m looking through it— and gave me a smirk.
well i guess she really did just break off whatever she had with that dork for me. i knew all i would need to do is press her and she’d be back in my palm like putty again.
Hi!!! Will you make baby momma a series or write more Tyriq/Cameron fics?
hey! i don’t have any plans on making that a series but i’m currently working on new tyriq short story (that’ll have multiple parts) so pls just bare with me. but thank you for reading, i appreciate you sweetie! <3
i’m 26 years old so i’ve always been on tumblr but i’ve never posted my writing on here before so bare with me. i barely know wtf i’m doing fr. i usually post my stories to my wattpad account but they want to be assholes & delete my work that was getting recognition so i’m here i am now. i have a good bit of short stories that i’ll be posting on here soon.
but anyways, i write ALL of my stories in my iphone/macbook notes and then post them to fanfiction websites. my greatest piece of advice is to never rely on websites like tumblr or wattpad to just post one copy of your writing to because you never know when your hard work will be randomly deleted without you even getting a warning about it.
for the past six months keisha clancy has been exclusively dating an extremely rich six foot five hunk of a man whose famous for being one of the best quarterbacks in the country. cameron cade treats her like a queen, spoils her rotten and has introduced her to the true meaning of a whirlwind romance.
he’s almost perfect. only problem is that he has a five year old son and a batshit baby mama.
cameron cade and his ex-girlfriend, jasmine hills, met in college and indulged in an on and off toxic relationship for years— the situation lasted much longer than cam ever intended. initially, after the first few months of dating he felt that their relationship was fizzling out so he tried to breakup with jas only to find out that she was surprisingly expecting a baby.
only in his early twenties and in the middle of being drafted, the last thing the young footballer wanted to be was a father tied down in a relationship— but he did what he thought he had to do. he was newly famous and wealthy so he didn’t want to be immediately put on child support and looked at as a broken home maker so he decided to give their relationship another chance solely for their child.
after his son, messiah, was born cameron fell in love with him and intended on keeping him as happy as he could be. it was no longer about a facade of looking like a great father but about the actuality of being one.
while the birth of messiah matured cameron, it did the complete opposite for jasmine. she became more bitter and angry because she knew the only reason why the man she loves doesn’t love her back and is only putting up with her because they have a child together. nonetheless she’s a good mom but she thought she’d be a wife too. she predicted that he would magically fall in love with her and that they’d be a happy family.
instead cameron would over train and envelop himself in his career as an excuse to create distance between him and his baby’s mom— and she knew that. it got to a point where she grew tired of fronting on social media as if their relationship was healthy. she would claim him all day and night but she was never mentioned in any interviews and he appeared to the media as a single man.
after so many threats of saying she’s going to “air his dog ass out to his fans” and “leave him and put him on child support” he encouraged her to do it. he was ready to move the wicked woman out of his mansion and to settle a split custody situation in court — and that they did.
now almost two years later their co-parenting relationship went decent as long as cameron remained single— to jasmine’s knowledge. he had a few quick flings here but never anyone he cared enough about to claim publicly— not until keisha came along.
cam met keisha on a flight while she was working as a flight attendant and immediately became obsessed with her. she’s the complete opposite of his baby mama. even with a big following on social media simply for being pretty and stylish, she kept her life private. all strangers would ever know about her is that she’s drop dead gorgeous, put together and confident. she didn’t care to share with anyone what her profession, passions or hobbies were or that wealthy men often courted her and tricked on her for no reason. it was actually cam who hard launched their relationship first making the public aware that they’re dating— that’s when all hell broke loose.
suddenly the quaterback began having issues with getting his baby’s mother to let him see his son. she started posting throwbacks of when they were together. making fake pages to try to torment keisha. downplaying their relationship, calling her a “pump then dump”.
it was a lot for the flight attendant who is used to a peaceful, private life. she’s never been deeply involved with a man with children and this is exactly why.
cameron truly adores his girlfriend so he tries his best to not scare her off with his hectic schedule and baby mama drama. so after every headline of jasmine being a weirdo came huge gifts for keisha— money, baecations, vacations for her and her friends, purses, shopping sprees, jewelry, anything keisha’s heart desires.
friday night
11 a.m.
cameron’s mansion
| omniscient |
“and for this shit right here i want a fucking house! yeah nigga buy me a three story house hoe!”
keisha tipsily slurred. she’s currently in the living room getting wine drunk with her bestfriends, asia and tatiana. her girls really weren’t supposed to be there (since cameron didn’t want anyone in his mansion uninvited by him) but she needed company after seeing instagram stories of cameron at the birthday party jasmine is threw for messiah.
to keisha’s knowledge they were supposed to have two separate parties so he can avoid jasmine. his baby mama was having her party this weekend and he was having his party next weekend so why in the fuck is he over there showing all thirty-two of his teeth?!
“i mean it is fucked up that he didn’t tell you he was going to her party but at the end of the day he’s only there for his son. i ain’t seen a video yet where he’s even looking that crazy bitch’s way.”
asia chimed in as the voice of reason, like the angel on her shoulder.
“nah, fuck that. it’s crazy that he ain’t tell her. jasmine dumb ass already got people thinking he be sneak dicking her down. him randomly being seen with her in public just gone fuel the rumors even more.”
tatiana snarkily remarked as she polished off her second glass of wine, much like the devil on her shoulder.
all keisha could do was sigh because she saw both of their points and she was pissed at the situation she put herself in. she’d never say it out loud but she’s actually falling in love with cameron— a man who already has a child, a controlling ex girlfriend, a demanding career and thousands of women who’d be ready to drop down on their knees for him right now. that’s not somebody you’d take serious and see a future with.
“yeah, i’ma have to break up with baldy for good. this ain’t it.”
keisha and her friends snickered at the “baldy” remark. her man likes to where his hair buzzed down short so that’s their little nick name for him whenever he’s not around.
“don’t do him that, that man loves you.”
asia rolled her eyes. she’s definitely the number one keisha and cameron stan. every time keisha pondered on leaving him asia would be right there to change her mind.
“mmcht, ain’t enough love in the world bruh. i like cam for you but it’s that damn bm he got. how’d he make her so crazy over him? i don’t ever want dick that fucking good, that bitch needs to be put down.”
tatiana poured up another glass.
“well i don’t know about the dick but he a eater fasho.”
keke quickly reminisced on the last time cam went down on her a week ago, around the last time she saw him. he’s been busy training upstate and requested for her to be at his house tonight so they can spend the weekend together since he flew back in town earlier today. but instead he’s over there within the same vicinity as the very woman whose dangerously infactuates with him. the audacity.
“see! you’ve been dating this man for what? six? seven months? and he’s spoiled you rotten without demanding your body in return. that’s love.”
asia said, ever so slightly turning down the rhythm and blues music playing on the flat screen.
“no fa real, you got that nigga sprung. have you even given him head yet?”
tati asked.
“hell nah. just one lazy, dry ass handjob in the bed one night. i know he really fuck with me because he actually nutted from that shit.”
they snickered.
“his dumb ass never gonna get this mouth, i lied and told him i’ve never sucked dick before so i’d be no good at it and called it a day.”
they all bursted out laughing. truth be told, keke desperately wanted to fuck the delicious athlete but her discernment took over her hormones every time. she didn’t intend to actually start falling in love with him, she thought that their relationship would be surface level and that she would never develop any feeling for him. she knows that if intercourse was involved it would cloud her judgement way too much.
that night keisha gave cameron a handjob she was shocked that his dick was just as prefect as the rest of him. his penis is humongous— long, girthy, and tanned hanging at around eight to nine inches. the type of penis you’d see in professional porn. it took every ounce of composure in her to not wrap her mouth around it and give him the best blowjob he’s ever gotten followed by the best ride of his life. she can predict his sex is out of this world with all of the work he puts in at the gym, his stamina and his aim to please her. if he can make her cum three times in one night just off his fingers and tongue, she could only imagine what that dick could do.
once again she’d never admit that out loud though.
“his dick probably trash anyways, ole lame ass nigga.”
keisha sipped from her glass, adjusting her moomoo sleep gown.
“i heard them football players be having cte and erectile dysfunctions.”
tatiana shrugged.
welp that’s sure not cameron’s issue, keisha notices how his dick is on hard every time he’s around her.
keke winced at the thought of their last face to face interaction when she dropped him off at the airport a week ago. he hugged her from behind so tightly that she could feel his swollen penis was poking firmly at her backside. that’s when he kneeled down to her ear and whispered: “look at what you be doing to a nigga, i can’t wait to fuck the shit outta yo fine ass. whenever you’re ready baby.” it gave her butterflies in her tummy. thank god miles were about to be put between them because if she wasn’t at a public airport she would’ve folded right then and there.
“tuh! exactly! baldy’ll never have the privilege of knowing what my walls feel like either. he better go hunch on his cuckoo baby mama.”
“i’d rather die.”
cameron cade appeared in his living room out of nowhere scaring the three women shitless, he was truly the ultimate jump scare. his ghostly entrance even made keisha spill her glass of red wine on herself and the material of his expensive, cream colored velveta sectional.
“fuck! oh my god! what are you doing here cam?”
keisha got up frantically dabbing her soaked chest with paper towels.
“mmcht. what you mean? this my shit.”
he stood there with a look that she’s never seen before— a rare mixture of anger, sadness, disgust and tipsiness. looks like the girls weren’t the only ones drinking tonight.
“nah nigga you came out of nowhere. what? you was just around the corner ear hustling us?”
tatiana asked chuckling; sipping from her drink; too drunk to even give a fuck about the situation that she’s now in.
“yeah, actually. and i heard everything y’all been saying for the past ten minutes since i made it back home. why are they even here keisha? inviting your friends to my crib without asking me just to talk down on me all night. who you feeling like?”
that had all three of the women taken aback. cam had never been so smart with his girlfriend or her friends before. he was nothing but kind, gentle and somewhat of a pushover yesman in their eyes. but they understand where he was coming from in the moment. i mean he did hear them call him a baldheaded loser with a limp dick whose never going to get any play from the woman he’s falling for.
“what you mean who i’m feeling like? no. who are you feeling like?”
keisha stood up, walking towards the statue of a man.
“why you ain’t tell me you was going to hang out with your baby mama all night? you’ve been hitting my phone all day, but somehow you failed to mention that?”
cameron wiped his face with his hand feeling annoyed.
“you know good and well i wasn’t there for her. it was for messiah’s birthday party. he facetimed me crying and begging for me to be there to celebrate with him so that’s where i was. i ain’t even speak to the bi— i ain’t even speak to her.”
he took a deep sigh.
“but you wouldn’t get that though. i would’ve told you that i had to go over there and you would’ve blocked me and then demanded that i buy you a house to unblock you.”
he put emphasis on the word “house” making keisha’s heart drop a bit. sheesh, he really heard everything huh?
“i’ve never asked you for none of that shit cam.”
she crossed her arms, now standing infront of him. she tried her best to look dominant even though she’s over a foot shorter than him.
“but you don’t decline it either huh?”
a quiet “oop” was heard from one of the nosey women behind them.
“since all i am is just this big bald ass lick to you—“
tatiana couldn’t help but laugh silently behind her palm causing asia to smack her arm. that was a hilarious double entendre since all keisha was really doing in their relationship was draining his pockets and getting her nani licked by him.
“material things is the only way i can get you to forgive me for the petty shit that jasmine be doing. it’s not even my fucking fault. i don’t pay the girl no mind, i don’t even know why you be tripping so bad—“
“because it’s embarrassing! she’s been posting all over social media about how she’s gonna celebrate messiah’s birthday with you as if y’all are a happy little family and that’s exactly what you did. they’re on the blogs calling me a bird when all i’ve been is faithful to you. i don’t have to deal with this shit! i don’t have any baggage. i don’t have a baby daddy! hell, i don’t have a kid!”
“oh my god bruh, you keep complaining about the same ass bullshit. you knew what it was from the jump. just get over it.”
as soon as the words harshly fell from cam’s mouth he immediately regretted it. there’s a look of complete heartbreak and disbelief all over his girl’s face plus her boons in the back wasn’t fucking with his tone either.
one thing he’s learned is that you need to talk to keisha nicely or not at all because the last thing’s she’s going to be is disrespected.
“yeah, you know what? fuck you, i’m done. asia call us an uber and let’s get the fuck up outta here. i’m finna go pack my stuff up.”
keke immediately began walking up the stairs, heading to cam’s master bedroom.
“no, shit, wait baby. i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to say that.”
the footballer trailed her every step.
“cam just give me my space so i can pack and be out of here.”
“princess, please don’t do this. i’m genuinely sorry, i don’t know why i said that. i understand where you coming from but i can’t turn back time and not knock that grippy sock patient up.”
she ignored him, making it dresser drawers and fishing her clothes out of them.
“keisha.. please stop.”
she still disregarded him.
“baby.. c’mon.. put your clothes back in the drawers now.”
he still fell on deaf ears which made his patience suddenly run thin. he clenched his jaw.
“i said put em back in the fucking drawer. you ain’t going nowhere.”
his voice was authoritative, snatching the pile of folded up garments out of her arms and placing them back in the drawer before slamming it shut. keisha was bewildered by his new attitude.
“uh? excuse me?! boy get the fuck out my face.”
“no, you don’t get to just say all that foul shit about me and just leave me like this. it’s not happening.”
he hovered over her. the smell of his enticing cologne and sound of his deep voice turned her on despite the fact that it was laced with a bit of anger and deep rooted possessiveness.
“well it’s happening. i can find a childless nigga right now. i don’t have to keep dealing with this baby mama, baby daddy mess.”
those words should be daggers to the heart for cameron but the liquor he consumed towards the end of his son’s party is going straight to his dick. his eyes trailed down to her perky tits that is now on full display to him due to the fabric of her moomoo becoming transparent because it was wet.
keisha followed his gaze and looked up at him disgusted.
“you can look but you can’t touch fuck nigga.”
his hungry, lustful gaze met her eyes again.
“i know you wanna fuck me just as bad as i wanna fuck you. give that lil pussy up already.”
cam smirked slyly.
“what?”
keisha crossed her arms not knowing how to feel. they’re supposed to be in the middle of a breakup and here he is trying to seduce her with his sensual voice.. and it’s kind of working.
“i know all that stuff you was talking with your home girls earlier was straight bullshit. i saw that look in your eye when you was jerking me off that one time, you wanted to eat a nigga right off the bone ain’t it? you think i’m dumb? you think i really believe you’ve never sucked dick before? that you’re just this nun that’s never let a nigga stretch you open?”
all the brown skinned woman could do was gulp.
“i know you’re used to dealing with rich men and having them trick on you. i know you’ve been around, i don’t care, so have i. you’re only trying to hold out on me because you really like me and you know if you give that pussy up you’ll become even more attached.”
“cam.. look.. i can’t be with you nomore. so just let me get my shit and—“
the quarterback maniacally laughed before she could even finish her sentence.
he could feel his toxicity from years ago growing back and the his lady who stood beneath his gaze can see it too. she’s beginning to see how he was compatible with a mentally unstable woman all of those years. he was ready to be just as psycho about keke as his baby mother is about him.
“psh, all this sexual tension i got pent up, you crazy if you think i’ma let you leave this house without getting the nut i’ve been dreaming about busting in you. i wanna feel you raw too.”
cam finally let those intrusive thoughts he’s been thinking for months drunkenly spill out and it’s visibly creeping keke out.. but the fact that it’s turning her on as well isn’t lost on him.
he can tell by her nipples hardening and he’s yearning to suck them so that’s exactly what he does. he dipped his head down kissing her neck, pulling her small, petite frame into his as he hungrily licked a strip down her breasts. the petite woman felt her feet lifting off of the ground as she pulled her dress completely off her chest letting him plop a sticky, grape wine flavored areola in his mouth.
the liquor’s hitting her too and she’s feeling just as horny as he is. what break up?
cameron lightly tossed her on the bed and began sloppily kissing her, sliding her panties off while simultaneously dipping his hand into her panty that’s insanely drenched in her juices.
“damn baby, you need to get fucked bad huh?”
he dipped his broad middle and pointer finger inside of her warm walls, curving them deliciously as he began thrusting them. staring straight into her lust filled eyes, meters away from her face.
“mm hmm yeah.”
“shit, i can tell. what you want me to do? do you deserve to get ate tonight? do you deserve to get worked open for me or—“
he added a third finger, thrusting faster. keke threw her hands on his shoulders.
“sh-shit, cam, wait—“
he gave her a quick peck on the lips, chuckling.
“these fingers ain’t shit compared to what you’re about to get. you gone be able to take it my baby?”
he bit his bottom lip watching her arch back in overwhelming pleasure, she only let out distressed moans in response.
“i need words keish.”
he leaned down to rip her panties off with his teeth so he wouldn’t have to pull his fingers out. the look of her milky arousal coating his fingers and the water gun sound that her vagina made due to his erratic thrusting motion made him want to get a taste. he was going to deprive her of cunnilings just this one night but who was he kidding? he really loved eating her pussy. so he ducked down and attached his mouth to her clit.
“oh my god cam!”
keisha’s voice sounded distressed and squeaky as she felt her high approaching. the qb’s tongue licked away hungrily when he felt her already tight walls, clench tighter around his fingers. he’s used to her cumming on his tongue then slurping her dry but he doesn’t want tonight to be a repeat of all of the other nights. she’d get her nut and he’d be left to go take a cold shower. oh hell nah. he didn’t want her backing out of penetrative sex once again just because she got her relief. so he suddenly stood up and pulled his fingers out, licking them earning a gasp from keisha.
“really cameron?”
oh how he loved that pouty face and that sweet voice.
“i’m sorry but i need to be in that right now. not gone lie.”
he quickly pulled his shirt off exposing his hard, chiseled abs and biceps. by the time she pulled her gown off and tossed it on the floor he was yanking his boxers down, the both of them just ass naked.
“why you looking all scared and shit, i’m not gone hurt you princess.”
keisha couldn’t help but notice just how swollen his penis is tonight. it’s so erect that it’s curved up to his belly button, oozing precum already. that’s not a size she’s accustomed to at all.
“okay, just.. go easy.”
the brownskinned beauty laid down and looked up at him putting her legs on his shoulders, lightly kissing them as he admired her.
“you’re so gorgeous.. i know i’m not bouta last this first round.”
keisha giggled.
“you’re not even inside me yet mr. cade.”
“i’m just letting you know right off bat mrs. cade.”
he lined himself up with her soaking entrance, rubbing himself along her folds.
“mhm shit, i’ve been craving to do this since the day that i met you.”
keke felt a sting from the stretch of his tip as he squeezed through her shallow canal; and he was trying to go even farther.
“w-wait babe, that’s too much.”
“it’s only the tip my love.”
he became mesmerized by the feeling and the sight of her walls coating his dick with more and more arousal every time he stroked into her milky cunt. he was so wrapped up in how good he felt that he wasn’t really paying attention to how uncomfortable the stretch was for keisha— but it’s a pleasurable pain. so pleasurable that it was causing her to become creamier by the second, allowing his throbbing dick to dip in deeper the more he thrusted.
“oh— oh my god, why you been keeping this shit away from me?”
he threw his head back, mindlessly quickening his pace. oh he’s beating her shit up now, and it’s only half of hs penis mind you.
“cameron!”
that loud panicked scream made her briefly remember that her friends were still in the house and they for sure heard that unfortunately. but she can’t shut up or focus on anything but how good being filled by her man felt.
“sh-shit i’m bouta— ugh! fuck!”
the qb grunted barbarically.
without thinking, keke’s hands flew to his toned abs in hopes that the feral man would slow his strokes but that only caused him to pin her flexible legs to the mattress. he made sure she was locked into being relentlessly pounded as he chased his high.
“no no no don’t run from me baby. you feel so damn good.”
cam cooed in a softer more sensual voice now. he suddenly remembered that this was their first time together so she hasn’t yet gotten used to the size of him and maybe he should take it easy on her like she suggested.. but he doesn’t want to.
“i-uh! uh! bab-! oh!”
every single word keke tried to profess was being knocked out of her with each plunge. it’s only been a couple minutes and this nigga has her in space. sex for her had never felt this euphoric and mind blowing.
the woman felt herself nearly blacking out as she orgasmed, moaning so loud that her boyfriend had to swallow her moans through kisses.
cam dipped his head between her neck, still making sure her legs were pinned by his strong grasp as keisha clawed at his back coming down from her climax. half way coming back to her senses, she realized that he never once stopped or slowed his animalistic pace— she found out right then and there as to why jasmine acts the way she does over him.
“c-cam cum for me b-babe. p-please.”
feeling trapped and needing a break from the unbearable satisfaction she felt, she tried her best to encourage his peak.
“can i cum in this pretty little pussy my sweetheart?”
he erotically licked and kissed his lovers ear and neck.
“y-yeah! yes! fuck!”
her voice was desperate and her eyes were teary as she bit down on his shoulder blade. “his dick is way too damn big to be ramming it into me like this” she thought.
the footballer let out the cutest squeal as he painted his girlfriend’s walls with ropes of his seed.. lots of it too. keke almost regretted telling him yes even though she loved the feeling and was on birth control.
cam stood up and finally pulled the half of his dick that was able to fit out of keisha’s now puffy cunt that oozed his cream like a toaster strudel. they both tried catching their breath.
“god damn, every single thing about you is perfect huh? ya know you got the best pussy i’ve ever been in right?”
keisha playfully rolled her eyes at him praising her coochie for the millionth time. he never misses a chance to compliment her all the way down to her pearl.
“tuh. i can tell by the way you was getting carried away just now. it felt like you were about to split me in half.”
his eyes suddenly softened with concern.
“aw shit, i’m sorry baby. did i hurt you?”
cam took his girlfriend’s face in his palms so that she’s looking up at him. he stroked her cheek hoping that he didn’t cause her any discomfort.
“yeah.. kinda.. but i loved it. i can handle it. don’t worry.”
a smirk of adoration grew on his face as he felt his dick swelling back up. he already knows how nasty she can get but he still likes to make sure that they’re on the same page.
“good, because we gone fit this whole dick in you tonight princess—“
he planted a wet kiss on her plump lips.
“now turn around and arch for me beautiful.”
not knowing if she can even handle another round, keisha weakly got up and turned around anyways. she made sure her arch was pristine, leaking coochie on full display for her man.
cam silently thanked god before slapping her thick ass and rubbing his head against her soaking slit. that three letter phrase was on the tip of his tongue but he refrained from uttering it, he wanted to at least wait until after they were done to profess his true love to her.
but for now.. it’s time for a little revenge.
“remember how you said i’d never be able to feel the inside of your walls?”
keisha rolled her eyes.
“just shut up and stick it in already.”
“beg for it.”
she nearly protested until she felt his dick slowly being dragged back and forth along her pussy and clit.
“please.”
keke whined quietly.
“please what keisha?”
she gulped looking behind her, making eye contact with his lust filled hazel eyes.
“please fuck me cameron.”
“huh?”
he smirked, quickening his speed of swiping his juices around her clit with his head. the sound of it was music to his ears.
“please babe. pl-please fuck me babyyyy!”
“why would you say i’d never get the privilege of digging in this pussy then? what? you don’t like me or something?”
keke gripped at the sheets desperately turning back forward.
“no i lo— of course i like you. i like you too much. mhm. and i knew that after sex i’d become even more obsessed with you and sh-shit it’s happening right now.”
the truth spilled out like word vomit and keke couldn’t tell whether it was the wine or the dick that had her drunk; perhapsly both. but that was enough to please cam who finally filled her tight little hole with his throbbing member. her almost telling him she loved him and basically letting him know that she doesn’t only look at him as a dumb trick with cte was exactly the affirmation he needed.
“ugh and i feel the same way about you keisha. ain’t no breaking up after this. right sweetheart?”
his strong hands gripped her hips as he plunged into her at delicious pace, curving into a spongy spot inside of her that made her feel erotic.
“yeah— yes, i’m not go-going nowhere. can’t nobody else have this— aww!— dick but me baby.”
a wide grin spread across the athlete’s face. he loved hearing her finally be territorial over him.
“i’m all yours keisha.”
cam almost doubled over in pleasure when he was finally able to squeeze in keisha’s velvety cunt to the hilt. he spent no time stuffing her so deep that his heavy ballsack began to hit her ultra sensitive clit with every plunge.
“awwah fawk! th-that’s my spot!”
her words came out whiney and inaudible as she gripped the sheets, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“oh yeah baby? right there?”
his bottom lip was imbedded betwixt his teeth as he watched her ass recoil every time it clapped against his toned abdomen. he studied the sight of how her arousal is leaked down her leg and splattered on to her ass making a sticky, yummy mess in amazement.
“mhm! g-gonna make me cum.”
his pace fastened at that statement damn near busting a nut his own damn self. keke’s upper body collapsed into the sheets but her deep arch still remained thanks to her man gripping her hips for dear life.
“fuck keisha! this pussy so good and tight— ugh— so creamy.”
not only did sloshing noises, bed spring creaking and headboard knocking invade the space; so did the pair’s uncontrollable, loud moans.
even though cam’s used to hearing keisha’s sex sounds, it’s a rarity for keisha to hear his. knowing that he feels just as pleased as her made her go wild with lust.
“y-yes, moan for me baby.”
the statement made cam stop thrusting and lightly chuckle because he hadn’t even noticed that he was moaning that loud or even at all. her coochie’s so mesmerizing it had him in a whole nother world, he had never moaned for anybody else.
“damn, you really got a nigga moaning and shit.”
in return some giggles escaped keke’s throat. that was the moment where he wondered why he didn’t feel her cumming on his dick already. he knew damn well he was close and he wasn’t going to climax before her. matter of fact, he pulled out so he wouldn’t do so.
“now shut up and lay down flat.”
he smacked her heart shaped ass so hard her chuckles abruptly turned into a wince; but she obeyed none the less. cam slapped both of her ass cheeks once more before he slid in again, immediately fully filling her up to the hilt— the deepest he’s ever felt her. he spent no time getting back to his sloppy, punishing thrusts. she mushed her face into the comforter, whining into it.
“you wanna talk about me but you can’t keep quiet for shit? why?”
cam had her body sandwiched between the bed and his rock hard chest. she could feel the cold metal of his chain brushing against her spine as he dug into her, grabbing her neck from the back so her cries were no longer muffled.
“feels so g-good! so d-deep!”
tears streamed down keisha’s face as she began to feel the coil deep within her core tighten.
“mhm, who this pussy for princess?”
the quarterback’s voice was barely over a whisper as he spoke softly into his lover’s ear, studying her beautiful fucked out face.
“yo-yours baby.”
she bit her lip trying to not be as loud as she wanted to be; that pissed him off just a little bit. he knew that she had her friends in mind who were just downstairs and could most likely hear— those same best friends she said she would be leaving in an uber with not too long ago.
“nah, let yo homegirls hear how i’m tearing this pussy up. since you swore to them you wasn’t gone let me have it.”
he gripped her neck tighter and thrusted into her gooey spot even faster now making her lose the last bit of the mind and restraint she had left.
“ok-okay! this pussy is all y-yours cameron! i love— fah— i’m cumming!”
keisha almost felt herself black out once again from the mind shattering orgasm that overcame her. her eyes went cross, her toes curled and her mouth leaked drool as her boyfriend let go of her neck, stood back up and treated her as if she was just a rag doll or flesh light.
cam’s bottom lip was imbedded between his teeth as he held her hips in a death grip, chasing his own high at an barbaric pace in the midst of his girl gushing around him. he knew she could take it but he also knew he was going just a little too crazy on her for this to only be their first time. he always thought their first time together would be slow and romantic because he’s truly never loved a woman as much as he loves her but oh boy was he wrong. there was no way of hiding his yearn and pent up sexual frustration at all tonight.
“ugh! ugh! ugh my keisha!”
he let out baritone, beastly sounding grunts that trailed off into pathetic, cute whimpers as he busted spurts of seeds inside of his lady’s cunt.
cam didn’t even go soft. he was practically drooling at the sight of his lady’s petite, curvy back side.. he didn’t even want to pull out but he had to and when he did keke released a small bit of squirt which only made him hornier. he licked his lips.
“damn princess.. i knew you had some good pussy but i didn’t know it would be this addicting. can you give me one more?”
keke turned around, sitting up still half way in the subspace he put her in.
“what you mean? one more what?”
“another nut for me. another orgasm for you too.” he wanted to reply but he felt a bit cowardly from guilt all of a sudden. clearly she’s tired from being put through the ringer by him and here he still is wanting more.
“i want you to ride me baby.”
she looked up into his puppy dog eyes wickedly. “damn, i’ve fallen in love with a nymphomaniac.” she thought.
“my knees can’t even do allat right now cam.”
she admitted winded.
“that’s cool, i’ma do all the work. i just wanna see you on top of me. i’ve been dreaming of that shit.”
it may sound crazy but he’s dead ass serious. he’s spent almost every night visualizing keisha in every position imaginable. she marginally giggled.
“how about tomorrow?”
he nearly panicked at the thought of having to wait a whole ass sleep to feel her punani suffocating his legnth again.
“no, no, no. please baby, please. just one more round,”
he mindlessly started stroking his dick.
“it’s been so long. i got so much pressure built up i just— i promise after this we can shower and than go to sleep.”
unfortunately him begging her and the sight of him practically jerking himself off at the mere sight of her turned her right the fuck back on.
“if you stick that big ass dick in me again i’m going to be sore tomorrow.. but.. i know somewhere else it can go.”
she smirked and he smiled widely.
“that ass?”
that wiped the smirk right her face.
“uh no.”
cam chuckled.
“i’m kidding. i kid. i know what you meant baby. little miss ‘i’ve never sucked dick before’ wanting to finally give me head is crazy though.”
keke playfully rolled her eyes.
“boy come lay down before i change my mind.”
“shit, ain’t gotta tell me twice c’mon.”
he didn’t waste any time laying on the bed, head and neck supported by the pillows. keke got on her knees arching her spine deeply, giving him the perfect side view of her modelesque frame. she grabbed a hold of his sopping wet member and placed a kiss on it’s sensitive head.
the man gulped, he had thought this whole time she was lying to him about never giving head because she had no desire to ever suck his dick. he always knew they would have intercourse when she was ready but he never expected her ever give him oral, to him that was too good to be true. he could damn near cum at just the feeling of her soft, tender kiss against his tip.
when she started swirling her tongue around his tip and fondling the rest of his length he watched with his mouth a gape like he was watching an intriguing movie.
“shit.. this definitely ain’t your first time.”
keke spat, making sure his dick and balls was further drench with her spit along side her cream that she had left behind. she began bobbing her head up and down while massaging his balls.
“aw fuck. you look so pretty sucking my dick princess.”
cam smacked her ass that was tooted up. his girlfriend moaned while finally looking up to him with his eyebrows furrowed and mouth agape, he looked so cute it made her juice drip down her leg.
she gargled his nutsack and went back slurping him up, now deep throating a good two thirds of him.
cam’s eyes widen at how committed she was to the lewd act, he felt his head repeatedly hit her uvula yet she never gagged.
“oh my god, yeah, fuck! eat this dick up baby.”
his hand absentmindedly found the back of her head, shoving her down farther onto his length. his dick disappeared as he began roughly throat fucking her. oh she’s gagging now.
“ju-just like that princess.”
the room filled with the hyper sexual sound of cam’s grunts, moans and his penis sloppily being pushed in and out of keisha’s wet mouth. she enjoyed every second of not being able to breathe and the feeling of hot tears running down her cheeks.
she looked up at cam whose muscles were tightening as his eyes rolled back, his head fulling resting all the way back on the pillows. she couldn’t help but to stuff two of her fingers into her soaking core at the sight of him. she was so sensitive to the previous activities that took place, she came on her digits within seconds without cam even noticing the effect he had on her.
“keisha! baby! swallow every single drop for me!”
the quarterback suddenly demanded, letting go of her head and sitting up. she took the cue and stroked him with her tongue out waiting for him to cum and when he did she happily followed his command of swallowing it all, even licking around her lips to get the access.
cameron was proud and finally satisfied for the night. he smiled wide, taking keisha’s face in his hands. he stared in her eyes for a second to make sure she was okay, she smiled back.
“fuck i love you so much keisha.”
damn! he didn’t mean for it to come out that abrupt but he truly meant it. he had noticed a look of care and adoration in her eyes that was filled with lust just a mere second ago.
“i love you too cameron.”
his smile slightly dropped in shock.
“fa real? you mean that? you really love me? like for real?”
she giggled at his sudden seriousness.
“of course i love you fuck nigga. i was struggling to not say it just now when you was balls deep in me. i wanted our first time saying it to each other to be meaningful.”
cam’s eyes lit up like two light bulbs. they even think the same, they’re truly meant to be.
“ohh shit me too! i had wanted to tell you when i was beating that lil shit up but i was like nah, that’s too cliche.”
they chuckled followed by a loving kiss.
“c’mon, let’s go wash our asses.”
cameron effortlessly picked keisha up bridal style as he peppered her face with kisses. when the bathroom door closed keke’s phone dinged with a messages from her friend’s groupchat.
asia: “well girl, the uber’s here so we finna leave. have fun fucking the man you said you’d never give yo coochie up to! i love to hear it! 🫶🏾
asia: “well i actually i hated hearing it but anyways girl, you know what i mean! i’m glad y’all made up!”
tatiana: “you sounded like you up there having a ball! i know that’s right!”
tatiana: “loud nasty asses!”
tatiana: “looks like that nigga got a working dick after all! good for you my girl!”
tatiana: “hopefully he wrapped it up! the last thing that nigga need is more baby mama drama!”
asia: “smh. i had to take tati’s phone away. her drunk ass. anyways goodnight! 😘”
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