𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐦: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞
ESCAPISM | BARRY'S GF!READER | DARK!RAFE
PAIRING: Barry x Reader, Rafe x Reader (later on)
SYNOPSIS: You chose the wrong time to return home in the cut, you're sent on an adventure with your boyfriend and his so-called-friend. An adventure you can't escape.
WORD COUNT: 4.8K
WARNING(S): SMUT!! Reader recieving, Exhibitionism, getting caught by Rafe, P in V, Violence, Drug Dealing, Gun use-ish, Guns, Fighting, Argueing, Revenge obsessed Rafe, threatening, Drug use, Kidnapping, Stalking, dealer!Barry, dealer!Rafe, Canon!Rafe, Dark!Rafe, Dangerous!reader, Cheating? CONTAINS DARK CONTENT 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT SONG FOR CHAPTER: Drugs & Money - Chase Atlantic: Drugs & Money - Chase Atlantic
AUTHORS NOTE: Imagine this Barry with Season two Rafe!! oh my god!! You have no idea how long it took me to write this chapter; however, the other chapters are more entertaining. So be ready for a series filled with drama and action.
OUTERBANKS MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST
The scent of saltwater lingers in the air as you step inside the beach house, a wistful smile on your face.
You’ve returned to the Outer Banks for the summer holidays needing a break from your studies in on the mainland. and each and every year for the past four years you’ve stayed at Barry’s house. Y/n, having just returned to the Outer Banks from her college life in Raleigh, was eager to reconnect with her friends and spend time with her little brother, Timmy, who was staying at a foster home in the area. Her heart was divided between her old life and the new one she had built in Raleigh, but she was determined to find a balance.
You both banter as he helps you unpack, only packing light as most of your time would be spent in his house, which mostly involves you wearing his clothes. Barry walks in to his room noticing you’re wearing his basketball shirt, “Doesn’t my girlfriend look hot in my clothes” You roll your eyes at that statement, your relationship with him is complicated. He imitates your rolling of the eyes.
Barry jokes back, “Hey now, what's wrong with being my girlfriend?”
You turn to him with raised eyebrows, “There’s too many things to count, babe”
Barry chuckles, shaking his head teasing you back. “Well, you know, when you're staying in my house” he pauses, taking a step towards you, fingering the collar of his shirt, “wearing my clothes, you're my girlfriend, k?”
Your lips curled into a playful smile.“Is that how it works?” As he bites his lip, his infamous smirk appears as you continue, turning away from him going back to unpacking your things “Good thing I'm only here for the summer then.”
Barry laughs, realizing the truth in your words.
Your relationship has always been a summer fling, a sweet escape from the realities of your separate lives.
He smiles down at you, “You know you're welcome here anytime, Y/N. Summer or not.”
Your smile softens, a hint of fondness in your eyes. Answering back affectionately, turning back to him with a wink, “Thanks. It's good to be back.”
Barry comes closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, “I've missed you, Y/N.”
You lean into him with a smile, “I missed you too. Now, enough of the mushy stuff K” Meanwhile, in the figure eight.
Rafe stands in his dimly lit living room, surrounded by photos of his late father. His face is etched with anger and determination.
“Those Pogues will pay for what they did to you, Dad. They took everything from us, but I'll make sure they suffer just like we did.” Rafe’s eyes filled with a mix of desperation and defiance decides he needs a distraction and seeks solace from his chaotic life.
He knows there's only one place where he might find it, Rafe decides to head to Barrys to get his fix. He raps his knuckles on the doorframe, impatience gnawing at him. His heart races, knowing he's on the verge of crossing a line he never thought he would. Realizing that everything he's done in the past few years, the cross, getting the gold, Peterkin, has been for his father; since he’s not here anymore there’s no one to stop him.
“Barry, it's me, Rafe. Can I come in?” There's no immediate response, just a brief pause, followed by a nervous chuckle. Rafe's heart starts pounding, his instincts telling him that something isn't quite right.
Frustrated, voice trembling, “Barry? Dammit, Barry, open up!” He raps his knuckles on the doorframe, impatience gnawing at him. His heart races, knowing he's on the verge of crossing a line he never thought he would.
His voice broke, “Barry? Are you there?” Rafe releases a huff stepping off of Barry’s porch, he hears a sound coming from inside so he goes to investigate.
Walking to the side of the house, he begins to hear a screech. Rafe becomes antsy as he approaches the noise, needing his fix as soon as possible.
He gets a shock seeing the naked back of a girl, her face hidden from his view. Rafe’s seen plenty of naked girls in his time, but it's the sight of his friend knelt before him that was shocking. Rafe had an obscure view, but with the movement of his friend's head he can picture what he’s doing. He watches you, arch your back; your face finally coming to his view, sadly for the kook your eyes are closed. Your hands thread in Barrys curls, mouth open releasing a small moan: so that’s the sound he heard earlier. Rafe stands there still, conflicted whether to walk away or to head in and disrupt your fun. But till then he remains where he stands. Barry groans against you, as you tremble, clutching him between your thighs. He’s been down there for what feels like forever, even though it's only been five minutes. It all started when you both debated on the perfect afternoon snack; yours was Doritos and his was, well, you can imagine. You’ve only been back in the outer banks for one day and already you and Barry are having sex. Rafe watches on with a clenched jaw, feeling annoyed that his friend is preoccupied still needing his fix, while also jealous that he can bag a girl like that.
Barry’s fingers moved down to where he just was, teasing your clit, slipping one in you. You gently gasped at the feeling.
“You like that baby?” he teases, flicking your clit for good measure making you flutter your eyes. As he caresses you, whimpering on his countertop, your eyes flutter as you spot his erection straining against his shorts. "So delicate" He slid his fingers inside your pussy, your mouth begging him to let go but your body giving in.
"So wet" He almost sounded delighted, thrusting his fingers in farther, curling them, snarling at the slick sound of your cunt, his lips twisting into a sneer at the way you struggled to bite back pleasure cries. "Such a needy little thing"
Your body is unsure whether it wants to lean towards the pleasure or escape it, which is why it wriggles. His fingers continually probe that point deep within you, causing you to spasm and toss back your head. Finally cumming on him. Barry lifts up from the ground, kissing trailing up your body as you release a hum of delight of your recent orgasm. He pulls back for a second undoing his shorts, pulling it down displaying his happy trail. You both lock eyes as he takes a step forward, smirking down at you as he roughly pulls your body down, so your pelvis’ touch. Barry releases a groan bottoming out, and you reach back and hold onto the window as he thrusts in and out of you. Rafe freezes in his position, hands clenched. His patience wears thin, he needs his fix more than ever. Your hands fall onto Barry's ass, pulling him deeper into you. He jutters, loving how you clench around him, “Fuck thats it” he whispers against your neck. He groans as you wrap your thighs around him, his fists clamped into the countertop.
You lift your left arm, cupping his cheek pulling him into a passionate kiss. Both moaning at the taste, getting lost in your pleasure. Barry opens his eyes and stares out the window and notices his kook friend, smirking at you. His speed accelerates, making you whimper, and his grin grows watching him squirm.
He suddenly slides two fingers through your slit making you shake against him, butterflies fill his stomach with excitement knowing that Rafe is watching him fuck you. Barry wants nothing more than for him to watch you come for him: again. You continue to jerk, pleasure shoots through your body as he circles your clit.
He’s teasing his cock just where he just licked it, pressing it into your swollen clit until your hips buck. Moving it down to your entrance and giving you his tip, feeling you tighten around it and want to suck him in farther.
Then he gently gives you the entire length, dragging it in and out a few times, painfully slow, and you attempt to grind against his pelvis as he bottoms out, seeking that final bit of contact to make you come.
When he gets to the end of you, he notices how your hips move, how your face contorts, and he knows your body so well that he can tell you're going to come.
When he touched you, your eyes rolled back. Your hips begin to twist and wiggle, and you hear him gasp as he accelerates up, allowing you to come back on his cock and ride it out completely before he returns his hands to your hips.
Then he establishes a punishing tempo, pressing the centre of your back down so you arch further for him and grabbing your arms to pin your hands together behind you while fucking you so rapidly your g-spot is always under pressure. "Just like that, honey, you're so fucking tight, fuck," his words begin to slur as he approaches, "this pussy just does something to me... Jesus Christ." As he penetrates you with his cock, his hips twitch.
"I-I’m gonna cum."
On his final push, you feel the pounding throbs of his cock, the swelling and spewing ropes of his spend deep into you, and hear one final, drawn-out, guttural moan fill your ears. Barry carefully releases your hands, strokes your wrists, and sets them on the counter before massaging the back of your hips. "I think we have an audience" he whispers, low and husky, his mouth on your back, his breath on your moist skin, and his nose tracing up your shoulder blade. Your eyes widen, turning to look behind you and there stands Rafe Cameron, and he just saw you cum. Truthfully, Barry’s known of the kooks presence for some time now, maybe even before he went down on his knees, and god did it feel good to give him a show, something over the kook king: if there’s one thing Rafe can’t have and that’s you, and he just proved that.
Barry pulls back, seeing you’re red in the face embarrassed. He just smirks down at you, “you go change, while I deal with him yeah”
You nod, your heart finally slowing down from the previous actions with him.
Rafe now knocks on the front door, startling you. Barry groaned, his head falling on your shoulder before yelling out, “Uh, just a sec!” He gives you one last sloppy kiss on the cheek and buckles his pants.
Rafe hesitates for a moment, but before he can turn and leave, Barry swings the door open with an awkward smile. True, he holds no regret with his little show, but he feels some remorse when he sees the position his friend is in.
The dimly lit living room of Barry's house is filled with a heavy atmosphere as Rafe stands before him, his desperation evident in his eyes. He does all he can to forget about your naked back, your groan; anything else, but his anguish and pain with the loss of his dad returns.
Rafe becomes anxious,”I need something to forget about my dad. Can you hook me up?”
Barry turns to him concerned and a little annoyed that he was interrupted for this, “I don't think that's the best way to deal with this.”
The kook is even more irritated. “I don't care. I just need to get my mind off things.”
Barry hesitates, torn between helping his friend and wanting to keep him safe from harmful choices. “This won't solve your problems. It'll only make things worse.”
Rafe’s angry, a fire in his voice, “You don't understand, Barry! I can't deal with this pain anymore!”
He takes the offered drugs from Barry and quickly ingests them, the substance rapidly taking effect. His emotions escalate, and he starts to rant about the Pogues, his anger and pain consuming him. In typical Rafe Cameron fashion his mood changes. His eyes burning with revenge as he straightens up in his seat, sniffing up the substance, and a smirk appears on his face, “I've got a plan, and I need you by my side. The Pogues will pay for my father's death.”
Barry looked at him pleadingly, “Rafe, revenge won't bring your father back.”
Rafe just shakes his head, his voice tense, “Barry, we have a problem, and we gotta solve that problem right now!. Do you understand?! “
Barry stands there silent, not knowing what to do or say, Rafe just continues his rant voice getting louder each second, “They ruined everything for me! They ruined my dad's life!" You enter the room at that moment, hearing Rafe's outburst. Concern crosses your face as you observe the state he's in. You're still a little ashamed about your display earlier , but everything else fades away when you observe the kook king. You'd heard about his notorious outburst and the tales around town that he's volatile, known for his many fights, and his gun, and you didn't want things to escalate, especially here.
Standing there with your arms crossed, staring at him, recalling how he was in high school; he hasn't changed, still the same; unfazed; your arms crossed; your voice firm; “Barry, don't do this.” Rafe turns to you, licking his hip while also squaring you out, “this isn’t any of your concern sweetheart” You take a step towards him, provoking him, “It is if it involves Barry” Rafe just shakes his head, “who the hell is this?” sure you look familiar, but the outer banks is a small island, so he must have seen you at a bonfire or two. But you shouldn’t be more important than him, he’s never seen you at barry’s before. Barry takes a step toward you and you just place a hand on his shoulder letting him know that you can handle the kook king, turning to the blonde, “I’m his girlfriend,” Barry's stomach flutters at the notion of you finally saying your title out loud, after four years. It's unfortunate timing, but he can't help but be overjoyed.
Barry looked torn between you two, “I don't know what to do, Y/N. I want to help him, but I don't want to enable him either.” he more-so murmurs against you, still intimidated by his coked out friend.
Rafe’s even more furious than before, “So, you choose to listen to her instead of me?” Barry clasps his hand with yours, “Y/N is important to me,” Rafe just clenches his jaw, taking a step towards him trying to intimidate Barry, “I mean, if you wanna be a pussy-.”
Barry shakes his head interrupting his friend, “Do you not realize what you're doing, bruh?” He approaches him, chest to chest, intimidating each other.
Rafe raises his voice, “Get the hell out of the way! If you're not gonna help, then I'll find someone who will!” Barry becomes concerned with his kook friend, “Rafe, I can't get involved in whatever you're planning. It's not the right way to handle things.”
He becomes increasingly frustrated, “Come on, man! They've been messing with us for too long. It's time to show them what we're made of!”
Barry just stands his ground, “No, Rafe. I won't be a part of this. I’ve had enough of your games. You need to find a healthier way to cope with your feelings.”
The kook looks to him defeated, “I don't know how, Barry. It hurts so much.”
Barry tries to shift the conversation to another topic in an effort to divert Rafe's attention.
“Look, I'm throwing a welcome party for Y/N tonight. You should stay, help me sell some of my supply for some extra cash”
Rafe releases a breath,calming down, looking at his friend then to you “Yeah, that sounds like a plan.”
Barry's attempt to keep Rafe occupied offers a glimmer of hope, a chance for Rafe to channel his emotions in a different way. But the underlying issues remain, and Rafe's pain and desire for revenge on the Pogues are far from resolved.
Rafe's emotions continue to weigh on him throughout the night, but hey, he has access to more coke if necessary.
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