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CAUGHT STEALING

detective!rafe takes matters into his own hands when you get brought in for theft

WARNINGS: this is the filthiest shit I’ve ever written in my life. age gap. abuse of power. manipulation. coercion. dubcon. fingering. backshots. spanking. squirting. MDNI 18+

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is loosely inspired by an ‘𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠’ video I’ve seen on the internet🌚🌚🌚

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 you were able to hear was an old lady screaming at the top of her lungs. Martha? Marianne? Mabel? You couldn’t remember and honestly, you didn’t give a fuck.

Her firm grip remained locked on your arm, like she was scared you’d run away. Two police officers approached in your peripheral vision and your heart started to race.

This bitch really called the police…

I mean… you couldn’t blame her. She owned the most prestigious jewelry company in all of Kildare. Only an idiot would let you get away.

“Ma’am, I need you to calm down,” one of the officers tried his best to de-escalate the situation, but the woman was only getting angrier.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” Her grip on your arm was getting tighter. You wanted to punch her in the throat for digging her long ass nails into your skin.

“Ma’am—”

“This one right here tried to steal from my shop. I want her arrested now!”

Your blood was racing. You berated yourself for being so sloppy and careless. Out of the hundreds of times you’ve gotten away with theft, not once did you get caught or even leave a trace.

This time… you dropped your fucking wallet.

“Check her bag!” One of the officers started walking over to you. He yanked your purse off your shoulder and poured everything on the ground.

“Holy—” the officer was in pure shock at the contents in your bag.

“Grab the cuffs.” You attempted to back up, but the woman’s grip on your arm nearly drew blood. A thousand curse words flew inside your head. You were practically shitting bricks at this point.

You’ve stolen from plenty of high-end places within the last two years and were considered one of the best. Now, your fucking reputation was on the line because you brought your wallet to the job.

“Ma’am, you can come to the station to give a report.” The woman ripped her grip from your arm and held a wicked grin.

“Absolutely! And I would like to press charges.”

You don’t know why you expected something different. You don’t know why you thought she would have pity on you and let you go.

But one thing was certain… you were fucked!

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The chair was fucking ice cold. Your ass hurts from sitting in such an uncomfortable position. Your hand was tightly cuffed to the metal chair like an animal.

All you could see was your reflection staring back at you in the interrogation room. You don’t know how long you’ve been cuffed to this damn chair.

One of the officers told you that he’d get your file, but that had to have been hours ago. You were agitated that those idiots left you in this cold ass room.

Little did you know, Detective Rafe Cameron was on the other side of the mirror. He stopped one of the officers from going inside.

“What have we got here?” he asked while staring at you through the two-way mirror.

“Petty theft. Dumb bitch tried to jack a jewelry shop,” the officer showed the contents of your purse to Rafe.

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Rafe gawked at the 2 platinum diamond tennis bracelets inside your purse. He’s seen girls like you steal, but never something so valuable.

“Stay here, I’ll be back.” Rafe left the room in a quick motion. He took long, confident strides to head in his office to check the security footage.

There you were. You were seen on camera in the shop pretending to be a normal customer. Rafe zoomed in on you and watched in admiration. He saw how you drank from your water bottle and spit the contents on the floor, pretending to throw up.

2 associates behind the counter ran to the back to grab something to clean it up. You made your move. In a swift motion, you jumped over the counter and grabbed the two bracelets.

Rafe wondered how in god’s name none of the associates saw you.

You hopped back over the counter and began to leave the shop, until Rafe saw something. Your fucking wallet.

“Who the fuck brings their wallet to steal something?” Rafe muttered to himself. He’s never seen someone so smart but so stupid at the same time.

“Hey!” He stopped the recording when he heard the old woman’s loud voice.

He leaned back in his chair with a satisfied grin on his face. One thing he admired about the younger generation was how reckless and confident they were. He admired how you didn’t have a single care in the world. He saw you had absolutely nothing to lose.

In a typical sense, young girls had a lot to live for so they were cautious with their actions. But you? For a second, it seemed like you wanted to get caught. Like you loved the danger of getting caught.

He grabbed your file and went straight back to the interrogation room.

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You officially put neck pain at the top of the list of the most painful feelings. This was fucking torture. You didn’t even care if they’d arrest you at this point. You really considered bowing down to the next person who would let you out of this room.

The door burst open and you cranked your neck up. “Please get me out of this fucking room!”

You glared at the officer who cuffed you super tightly to the chair. Then, you softened your gaze at the tall figure standing next to him.

He had his arms crossed with a file placed under his armpit. His hypnotic eyes remained on yours as the other officer began to speak. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will—”

“I got this. Get the fuck outta here.” Rafe dropped the file one the table and sat down.

“Sir—”

“Out! And don’t let anyone come in this fucking room. Everyone stays outside, got it?”

“Y-yes sir,” the officer scurried out of the room as you laid your head back down.

“Sit up straight!” Rafe’s voice scared the shit out of you and you jumped up in fear.

“I’m Detective Rafe Cameron and I will be looking over your case.” Your gaze dropped down to his thick fingers. He licked one of his fingers and opened the file in front of him.

He snickered softly. “Well, shit. You got quite a track record.”

You remained quiet as you kept staring at him.

“Breaking and entering. Grand theft auto. Shit, arson!” He closed the file and leaned forward. “You are one of a kind.”

His words had butterflies emerging through your entire body. You’ve dealt with plenty of small dick pigs who called themselves cops, but Rafe made you feel completely different. He admired you.

“You know she’s pressing charges against you, right? I mean obviously, you wouldn’t be here if she wasn’t. But you’re smart enough to know that.”

You had an inkling that he was making fun of you, but you weren’t too sure. This man was all over the place.

“Can I get a blanket or something? God, this fucking chair is killing me!” You were growing restless. Your neck was cramping badly and you needed to get the fuck out of this room.

“You steal a $25,000 bracelet and the first thing you ask for is a blanket…” Rafe narrowed his eyes at you. He’s never seen someone so fucking bold in his life.

“Wait… what?” Your eyes snapped open in pure shock. Your ‘friend’ on the outside told you that the bracelet was only $1,000. That bitch set you up.

“Yeah, you’re going away for some time, sweetheart.” Rafe swiftly got up from his chair while keeping a wicked smile on his face.

Your palms were violently sweating. Tears were starting to form. “Wait, I didn’t—”

“Stand up!” he interrupted you harshly.

Tears were pouring down your face as you got on your feet. Rafe hovered over you and unlocked your hand from the chair.

“Before I arrest you, do you have anything else on you?”

“N-no,” your voice cracked due to the tears, but it seemed like you were hiding something in Rafe’s point of view.

He remembered fondly how he turned the cameras off and prevented any of the officers from entering the room. He wanted to search you.

“Strip!” He rolled his sleeves up and backed away.

“What?” You froze in fear. You’ve been in police stations plenty of times, but none of them ever asked you to remove your clothes. “I told you I have nothing on me.”

“I heard you, but I need to take extra precautions. Take your clothes off!”

Your movements remained painfully slow. The view of the floor has never been more interesting. You kept your eyes glued to your shoes as you felt Rafe’s impending stare on your form.

He leaned on the desk as he watched you take your shirt and pants off. You picked up your pants and emptied the pockets to show him that nothing was there. You looked up when you didn’t hear him say anything.

“Take your bra and panties off.” He didn’t even look at you when he said that. He was fidgeting with a walkie-talkie like this was something he’d done plenty of times before.

You were shaking. Tears were streaming down your face as you slowly removed your bralette. Your tits spilled out and you threw it at his feet in rage.

“You do that shit again and I’ll leave you naked in here!”

“Please—” you begged him not to do anything more degrading than this.

“Underwear!”

Your thumbs remained looped on your underwear as you struggled. You were frozen in place and whimpered in fear.

“For god’s sake!” Rafe rushed over to you and yanked your underwear down harshly. “See how easy that was? Relax!”

He kicked your bra and panties to the side and towered over you. He started circling around you like you were prey.

You jumped as you felt him pinch your ass. “What are you doing?” You couldn’t stop shaking no matter how hard you tried.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” Rafe backed up slowly and admired your figure. He ran a hand over his face before he continued. “Let’s say… you do me a favor and I’ll get your charges dropped.”

His eyes went down to your tits. “You’ll walk out of here like nothing happened. Understand?”

You didn’t want to be in this room anymore and you certainly didn’t want to go to prison. You had absolutely no choice but to comply. In fear and hesitation, you slowly nodded your head.

“No! I need to hear you say it. Do you understand?” Rafe crossed his arms and looked you dead in the eyes.

“Yes.” You were desperate. You wanted to get the fuck out of here and go home. You were ready to do whatever he wanted. Besides… it’s not like he was ugly anyway.

“Bend over the table.” He moved from his spot and walked over to you. You slowly moved forward and did exactly what he told you.

His warm, calloused hands found their way to your ass. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

You did as told and spread your legs open. Next thing you know, you felt a stinging pain on your ass. You jumped harshly and whimpered in pain… and pleasure.

“Wider.”

You bit your lip as you spread your legs even wider. You didn’t know what your problem was. 5 minutes ago, you were crying like a baby, and now you’re letting this man defile you. You were sick in the head.

“I need to make sure you didn’t put anything in there. I don’t know how you girls move these days.” You felt his fingers rub your entrance and you were wet.

How in god’s name did that happen?

“God, you’re fucking soaked.” He plunged one of his thick fingers inside your pussy. You felt your walls clench around his calloused finger and the sensation was intense.

“You sure I won’t find anything in here?” He started pumping his finger in and out of you. And goddamn, this man’s finger felt like heaven.

“No,” you moaned softly. You felt your spongy walls clench harder each time he pulled his finger out. He spanked you again and you moaned in pleasure.

“No, what?” He started fingering you much harder. He roughly curved his finger to hit that sweet spot and your entire body shivered.

“No, detective!” Your moans were a little louder this time.

“Are you gonna keep stealing?” Wet, squelching sounds filled the room the longer his fingers reached your sweet spot. You felt like you were gonna start peeing.

“No. I p-promise,” your hands gripped the table as you felt your walls clench even harder.

“Rafe, I’m gonna—”

“Let it out. You’re doing so fucking good.” He kept his grip firm on your ass to keep you completely still.

You felt your juices pour down on Rafe’s hand as your climax overpowered you. Spasms and twitches occurred as you rode your high out.

Rafe slowed his movements down and gently pulled his finger out of you. Your legs nearly gave out, but he kept his hands wrapped around your waist.

Before you knew it, you felt something hard enter your pussy.

“Wait—”

“Keep those legs open!” he demanded.

You’ve never felt anything so thick and girthy before in your life. Your hands gripped the table to keep balance.

Rafe’s large hands remained on your waist as he drove himself into you. He was big and those slow, hard stroked were turning your brain into mush.

He increased his pace and you heard his breathing get heavier and heavier. He was close, but you feared he wasn’t going to stop.

You looked back at him. “Please don’t cum in me—”

He stopped his strokes abruptly and yanked your hair. “Do you want to go to fucking prison?” He scolded you like you were a child.

You certainly did not want to get locked up, so you turned your head around and faced forward. He pushed your head back down on the table and continued to pound into you.

You felt ropes of cum spill into you as you harshly clenched around him. Rafe moaned vigorously and leaned down to plant soft kisses on your back.

He pulled his cock out of you painfully slow. You immediately felt a void and you missed how he stuffed you.

“I guess you were right. Nothing there. You’re free to go.” You turned around and saw his cock covered in your creamy juices. He quickly pulled his pants up, grabbed your file, and left the room.

You were left bent over the table in surprise. “Oh my fucking god,” you mumbled to yourself.

At least your neck wasn’t hurting anymore. At least you finally got to go home. But deep down, you didn’t even want to leave this place anymore.

You put your clothes on slowly, hoping that Rafe would walk back in anytime soon. Nothing.

You sighed in disappointment and left the room. Warm air slapped you in the face as you headed to the front doors. As you walked toward the front of the station, you felt everyone’s eyes on you.

They all saw you walk into the station earlier with three officers, and now you were walking free. They were all confused and whispering to one another.

“Hey, you!” One of the officers who detained you tried to stop you until a large hand wrapped around your shoulder.

“She’s with me. All of you get back to work!” Rafe’s command made everyone snap back to their previous tasks. The hold that this man had on everyone was fucking insane.

He placed his hand on your lower back and walked you out. “Need a ride, princess?”

There was no harm in saying yes since he single-handedly saved your entire future. You impulsively followed him to his car and got in with a large smile on your face.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Butler says that when he began meeting with Aronofsky, he was very slight—it was awards season, he explains, and when he gets nervous or anxious, he sometimes forgets to eat. He weighed 150 pounds when he started training, and six months later, he was up to 185. After "a ton of hip thrusters," he achieved the mandatory tokus. "I've got a whole section of Celine pants that I just can't even wear anymore," he says woefully.

CAUGHT STEALING dir. Darren Aronofsky

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