Your boyfriend doesn’t pick you up from work, and soon lives to regret it.
Trigger warning for stalking, explicit sexual harassment, implied threats of violence
Based off this request
Word count: 1.8k
Sorry this took me so long to get to. Been having a weird time in my life. Hope you enjoy this and as always my DMs are open if you need to talk. Stay safe <3
You had spotted a dented white bmw around your neighbourhood a handful of times in the last week, seeming to slowly drive past you, pop up outside of your work and even down your street at random times - with a man that you didn't recognise in the front seat. At first, you hadn't thought much of it - just a weird coincidence - but then you saw the car for a third time in one day and decided to mention something to your co worker.
"I keep on seeing this one car around with some guy I don't recognise driving it. That's weird, right?"
"It's a small town, maybe they're just new to the neighbourhood." She shrugged.
"Yeah that's what I thought, but I've seen them three times today, and I saw them twice yesterday."
At this she sounded more interested.
"Hmmm, that is a bit weird. Is Rafe picking you up later?"
"No, he's watching the game at Topper's." You sighed, suppressing a spark of annoyance.
Your coworker shrugged again, her eyes placid and bored.
"Maybe you should just approach the guy and ask what he wants. He's probably just some loser trying to get your phone number or something. You can borrow my pepper spray if you want."
You scoffed.
"Yeah maybe you're right. I doubt I'll need the spray though. Thanks anyway."
The shift was busy and you didn't have any time to discuss it after that, nor to even really think about it. By time you'd finished, the sun had set and you were in a bad mood, frustrated by the flow of difficult customers and lack of response to your texts from your boyfriend.
You were pacing home, your hood pulled up and your earphones in, and you had almost gotten to your street when you saw the white bmw again. It was actually the feeling of being watched that alerted you to turn around and notice the vehicle. It was slowly driving a few feet behind you, headlights off despite the darkening sky. There were no other cars in the road, but there were a few houses dotted about, some with their lights on.
"If anything bad happens I can just scream really loud." You reasoned to yourself, making a snap, irritated decision.
You twisted your body around, turning straight to the car and loudly asking in a blunt tone "Can I help you?" as you paced towards it.
The passenger window was down so you knew that he heard you, and his lack of response only brought out further irritation in your voice.
"Hello? I said can I help you? Are you following me or something-"
Then you saw his concentrated gaze. His lip tucked tightly under his teeth. Where his hand was and what it was doing. Himself gripped between his fingers, being jerked back and forth with a vigorous movement.
A shocked scream started to exit your throat, though it came out as more of a light squeal, the air having been shot from your lungs. For a second, you stayed stood, frozen in terror. Then your senses came back to you, your body produced a sudden spike of adrenaline, and your legs were moving as fast as they could go.
You ran the rest of the way home, not turning around until you'd opened your front door and even then only taking a quick peek. There was no one there, but you still continued to run after slamming the door shut, not stopping until you were in your bedroom. You stood panting for a moment, your body shaking as you collected your thoughts, and then your legs suddenly went like jelly and your eyes became glossed over.
Trembling, you slid down onto the floor, leaning all of your weight against your door as you fiddled for your phone in your pocket. Once you managed to get it out, you instantly called Rafe.
He picked up after five rings, the sound of loud background noise hitting you before his rushed voice did.
"What's up? I'm busy, baby."
You replied in a panicked rush, your voice racing out in between tight gasps of breath.
"Some guy- this man- he's been following me- I think- I don't know." You cried, and instantly Rafe's tone changed.
The background noise seemed to lesser and instead of sounding bored - maybe even annoyed - he started to sound stressed.
"What do you mean some guys been following you? When? Today?"
"Yeah, today, yesterday, all this week-"
"And you didn't tell me? What the fuck, Y/N." He cut you off with a loud snap before sighing, taking some breaths and then speaking in a slightly softer tone "What's happened, are you okay?"
"I- I went up to him- in his car- I thought I'd see what he wanted... and he was- he was masturbating." You choked. "I'm home alone- I'm scared."
You could hear Rafe swallow dryly through the phone, and the sound of a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. In the gap of silence, you even heard Topper questioning what Rafe was doing outside. He clearly went ignored.
"Okay baby, I'm on my way now. I'll be five minutes." Rafe mustered the least angry voice he could, not wanting to scare you any further.
The phone made a clicking sound to indicate the call was over, and although you were beyond relived that Rafe would be coming, you couldn't feel safe until he was there. Your body felt as if it were glued to the floor, terrified that if you moved in any way it would alert someone - or something - to your presence. You knew that realistically if the man wanted to break down your door, your body weight against the wood would do nothing to stop him, yet you still convinced yourself that it was the right place to stay - just until Rafe was with you.
You were still struggling to catch your breath, even as your boyfriend finally arrived; announcing his presence loudly before running up the stairs towards your room.
"It's me, baby. Are you here?" He called again as he came down the corridor, his footsteps vibrating through to the floorboards you were sat on.
Releasing a deep breath of relief, you scrambled up from the floor and opened your door just as Rafe's hand touched the handle, throwing your arms around his waist and burying your face into his chest. He was quick to wrap his arms around you, holding you tightly against him as he caught his breath; some of the panic that he was feeling subsiding.
You both said nothing for a moment, your bodies soothingly intertwined, lightly shaking and recovering from fear. Small sniffles were escaping from your nostrils. Rafe swallowed and spoke first.
"You're not hurt, are you?"
You’d never heard him sound so worried.
You shook your head no, eyes still pressed to his chest.
"He didn't touch you at all?"
You shook your head no again.
"Okay, good." He murmured, kissing the top of your head before sighing through his nose.
"Why didn't you say anything if you thought some guy following you?... And why would you go up to him, Y/N?"
Frustration was slowly seeping back through now that he knew you were safe, like a drip of coffee spilled onto a thick paper towel. How could you have been so stupid?
"I don't know... I didn't think much of it." You sniffled.
"You clearly didn't think at all. He could've done anything to you and I wouldn't have even known where to start looking... Normal people don't follow women around in cars jacking off! He could be a serial killer!"
You finally lifted your wet face from his chest, looking up at him with eyes like desperate, glistening golf balls, and blinked away a thick layer of tears that had built up in your closed eyes before speaking in a weak, croaking voice.
"I- I'm sorry, Rafe. You're right. I'm stupid."
Looking at your shameful expression and trembling lip, another sigh came from Rafe's lungs, this time falling from his lips, much heavier than the last. His voice went quiet again.
"No- you don't need to be sorry. I- I'm sorry, that was rude of me. You're not stupid... I just don't know what I would do if something happened to you." He put an arm back around you, his hand resting on the small of your back to gently guide you into your bedroom, subconsciously unable to linger on the admittance of what he'd just said.
"Did you see the number plate, do you remember it?" He continued, suddenly sounding rushed, as if the memory could disappear from your mind at any second.
You followed his lead without any resistance, taking your usual spot on the bed and then shaking your head no.
Rafe was still stood up, his arms crossed as if he was physically holding the rage inside his chest from bursting out. He had to hold it in. It wasn't at you. You didn't deserve it.
"Okay well can you tell me what the car looked like? What the man driving it looked like?" He stifled a grimace, but was unable to hide the fire in his eyes.
"F-For the police... you'll call them, yeah?" You spoke quietly in between sniffles, an uncertain inflection in your tone, a soft red glow to your nose and cheeks.
Rafe swallowed and nodded.
"Yeah... Yeah, sure."
He didn't want to look at you as he lied, so he came down from his intimidating stance over the bed and sat beside you. You leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around you, staring with concentrated avoidance into the bedding.
"It was some old, white bmw with a dented door... And the guy, he was- I don't know- I think he had brown hair, a blue jacket- I- I didn't see." Your speech had descended into a collection of panicked breaths again, and so Rafe quickly took a mental note of all that you had said before pulling you in for a tight hug, his hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.
"Hey, hey, it's okay. You're safe. I'm here. We can get all cosy, I'll order a takeout and you can pick what we watch." He cooed softly, then added slightly quieter "I'll um- speak to the cops tomorrow... They'll catch him."
"Thank you, baby." You whispered, the same naivety that had lead you up to the car giving you no reason not to believe Rafe.
An hour later and you were entirely relaxed; slowly falling into the depths of sleep with your head resting on Rafe’s chest. He was careful not to move too much as he picked up his phone, sending a text to the boys group-chat with the description of the car and man that you’d given, along with a short messaging summarising what had happened. They would know what to do with that.
It pained him to not be physically delivering the hand of justice to the perverted stalker, but it would’ve pained him more to leave you. And so, when you finally started to lightly snore, Rafe did nothing to slip out from beneath you, watching the natural relaxation of your features with silent awe.
He would definitely be picking you up from work from now on.
summary: you are just living your life, completely normal and free. but, what happens when rafe cameron decides that you are his? he's danger.
warnings: smut! 18+ stalking, manipulation, rafe is obsessed with reader, fingering, swearing, unprotected sex, slight breeding kink, praise, oral (male receiving), dark!rafe cameron, choking, jealousy, violence, heavy smut..
a/n: i'm delighted I'm finally starting this, even if it took me so long. i genuinely hope you all enjoy this series. i understand that this a bit short, but the narrative is only getting started, so things will only get wilder! however, it is to be expected—this is a rafe cameron fic.
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One thing that you hated about Outer Banks was how the heat still radiated at night, causing excessive amounts of water to be drank and a great amount of fans that blew hot air into your face.
It only made everyone irritable and only caused more arguments like now,
"I swear to god JJ, I am about to fucking murder you if you say another word," You hissed, giving him a glare as he mockingly grew scared.
"I agree," Cleo said before falling back into her nap.
"All I'm saying is that we have been moping around here for hours meanwhile we could be partying on the fresh beach and cool water," JJ replied, using his hands to represent the scenery to all of you.
"I'm going to have to agree with Y/N," Pope said, turning his head to JJ, "I'm already in tough shit with my parents for when you knocked over my great-grandmothers vase," Pope glared.
JJ put his hands up in defense, "I told you tequila makes me clumsy,"
"Besides every single Kook is there, including Rafe and if he sees Sarah with us, it will only bring another fight and you are not going back to jail," Kie warned, still closing her eyes while the fan blew the air in her face, blowing her hair.
"When have we ever been scared of Rafe?" JJ asked.
"When he gave me a full smackdown for doing my job," Pope scoffed.
"And when he almost drowned me," Sarah chimed in from across the room where she was laying on John B's legs on the carpet floor.
"And when he shot Sheriff Peterkin in front of us," John B added.
"And when-" Pope began.
"Okay that's enough," He said as you giggled, turning your head back to the fan.
You didn't know much about Rafe Cameron since you had moved to Outer Banks only last year and you had met the "star Pogues" a few months ago.
You had never really seen Rafe's face ever, only heard of him honestly.
But you didn't know if it was a bad thing.
All you had heard about was how evil and villainous he was which caused some places to be off limits for the fact that the boys couldn't handle another beat down with the Kooks and there was a greater matter at hand.
But still, you always were curious about "evil" Rafe Cameron.
"You guys are no fun," JJ pouted, sitting beside you on the couch.
You patted the lower part of his leg, "Poor baby," You sarcastically said to which moved his leg swiftly causing you to laugh.
Suddenly the lights and fans turned off as you all except for JJ groaned, knowing that meant the electricity was off you and you would have to deal with the heat and darkness.
Which meant the only choice was the beach party,
JJ cheered, "I win!"
You crossed your arms as you walked on the warm sand, lots of cheering and loud music around you. You could see the Kooks and the Pogues in their own groups, not daring to interact with eachother.
It was hard to get used to the fact that there were two groups of people based on economic statuses and that it meant that if you were one thing, the other one hated you.
You had never been to a place like that but you just kinda got used to it.
Yet you still could never tell which group was really which sometimes.
You were forced to walk around by yourself as John B and Sarah wandered off to a quiet spot while JJ started drinking with Kie as his babysitter and Cleo and Pope wandered around.
All of it sounded like a lot of third wheeling which made you stay away.
But you didn't mind being alone, you liked listening to the waves and watching the festivities that went along with a party.
And you knew that a beer would help you get more into the party festivities.
You walked over the keg where a man with a shaved head and a matching tank top and shorts poured himself a beer as you curiously looked at him.
You had to admit that he was one of the most attractive men you had seen before.
His lips were a perfect shade of pink and they were smooth like sucking on a cherry. His veins were bulging from his hands and you could see the peach fuzz on his jawline that you could only really see upclose.
You snapped out of your analysis as he looked at you as you waited there awkwardly, forming a smile on your face.
"Sorry to creepily stand here, I'm just trying to get a uh-" You said, pointing to the keg.
His face studied you for a second, almost as if he was trying to figure you out. You could tell by his face that he had never seen you before and he looked as if he was trying to figure out if you were a Kook or Pogue.
He chuckled, "Didn't mean to take so long, I wouldn't have if I had seen your pretty face sooner," He smirked, looking you up and down, causing you to blush.
You felt stupid for blushing over something that a man probably said to every pretty girl he saw but you felt something different about him.
You were taken aback by his boldness, "Do you say that to every women that waits for her turn on the keg?" You teased.
"Only the pretty ones," He replied, causing you to laugh.
"Smooth talker I see," You smiled.
"Always," He joked, "I swear I've never seen you around and usually, you know everyone in Outer Banks," He probed.
"Yeah, I just moved here last year," You answered, "I haven't made my rounds yet,"
"Figured," He said, "I would've definitely noticed you,"
"Pfft," You beamed, "I'm sure you would've walked past me on the beach, there are many beautiful girls here,"
"Nah," He laughed, looking off, "You are different from them,"
"How could you already assume that?" You asked, curiosity biting at you.
"For one, you aren't stuck up and preppy which is most the girls on this island," He grinned as you giggled.
"Ay, they aren't all like that," You replied.
"Most of 'em," He added, "But I don't pay much attention to them,"
"Figures," You said, eyebrow raising.
He saw your eyes move the keg and his cup before he offered his cup forward.
"Might as well take mine, I wouldn't feel proud of myself if I let you pour one yourself," He winked.
Great attempt at being a gentlemen.
"No no, I got it," You said before he shook his head.
"I insist" He said, his thumb grazing yours.
"Thank you," You smiled, "I'm Y/N" You introduced, taking the cup from him while extending your other hand for him to shake.
He shook your hand, "I'm Rafe," He replied with a smile as yours slowly fell.
The Rafe? The Rafe you were basically supposed to never interact with and who was the supposed devil? That Rafe?
"Rafe Cameron?" You asked, standing frozen.
"Guess my reputation precedes me," He joked as you didn't laugh but instead cleared your throat.
You took your hand back quickly, "Oh, i-it's nice to meet you," You cleared your throat, "My friends are waiting so I'm gonna-"
He clearly figured you out, "Pogue, I'm guessing?" He snickered.
Your face wrinkled, "Is that supposed to be a funny thing?"
"Hilarious actually," He answered, only angering you more.
"I don't see what's funny about that?" You crossed your arms with ur drink resting in your hand.
He wiped his jaw, "Must be tough at the bottom of the food chain,"
Your nose flared, "Must be tough being an elite asshole,"
He laughed, "I just think it's an unfortunate cause, I mean it's just unlucky," He smirked.
Asshole.
"Unlucky?" Your lip pursed, " I think what's more unlucky is thinking that your cool for a fucked up economic status that has been perpetuated on an island,"
"I just don't believe your friends belong on Outer Banks," He said, not a hint of hesitance in his voice.
He really believed in this bullshit.
"I mean you would really rather hang out with a group of dirty Pogues?" He snickered, looking off.
"Well I am one of them and they are my friends," You scoffed, "You seem more dirty than us," You insulted.
"Is that so?" Rafe mocked.
"Do you wanna talk about your father's dirty money?" You asked.
"I would watch that pretty mouth," He replied, inching closer.
"Or what?" You hummed, acting braver than you usually would.
"Fuck around and find out sweetheart," He came closer, breath fawning on your face.
The whiskey on his breath kissed your nose but not breaking your eye contact with him as you inched closer, eyes on his lips.
As he tried to close the gap, you threw the drink in his face. "Oohs" and snickers filled around the both of you as you stomped away from him.
He smirked, wiping the alcohol off of his face.
'What an asshole,' You thought,
Little did you know that Rafe only grew to like you more.
You found JJ and Kie sitting by the beach together as she laid her head on his shoulder. You were thinking about interrupting them but tarnish their moment, you choosing instead to call it a night and also you didn't feel like trying to find the rest of the group.
You were glad that you knew yourself enough to drive to the party considering that you got tired fast. You couldn't really see in the parking lot due to how dark it was and away from the lights.
You digged in your back pocket for your phone to pull out of the flashlight as you reached for your keys but dropped them instead in the process.
You audibly groaned as you searched on the floor in the darkness for the keys. You went on your knees with your flashing light, searching on the ground as you heard footsteps behind you, darting your flashlight behind you but seeing nothing.
You had a bad feeling but you thought it was paranoia because you were alone in the parking lot and maybe a little due to the interaction you had earlier with Rafe.
You couldn't stop thinking about how he came off as nice but switched so quickly into an elitist piece of shit.
Sounds like how they described him.
But still, there was a pit in your stomach that felt like butterflies when he grazed your thumb.
You sighed, pushing the thoughts out as you finally grabbed your keys, using the concrete-sanded floor push yourself back up off the ground.
Suddenly, you felt a cloth on your mouth and a hand covering your waist as your muffled screams filled the parking lot, trying to kick your attacker behind you.
You felt yourself drifting into the darkness as you screamed one last time,
▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.
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SCENARIO: JJ babytrapping his girlfriend upon discovering you're planning to break-up
WARNINGS: Babytrapping.
AN: I had this in my drafts and wanted to get rid of it.
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You can’t convince me that JJ wouldn’t try his hardest to “accidentally” get his girlfriend pregnant when he “accidentally” discovers that she’s planning to break-up with him.
JJ wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything, but by some lucky coincidence he happened to eavesdrop on a hushed conversation between you and Kie.
Your voice was low enough to be disguised by the ocean’s ripples but he could hear it loud and clear, his whole word crashing at those words.
You were gonna leave him. Abandon him.
He quickly returned back to the party, drowning all the beers and tequila shots he could find.
As if life - and his dad - aren’t kicking his ass enough, now you also want to ditch him. Why?
Did you fall out of love? Found someone better? He hopes it’s not a Kook guy.
But whatever it is, you can’t just drop him like that. Like he doesn’t mean anything to you.
JJ fucking adores you, practically kisses the floor you walk on. He’s always all over you, proving his unconditional love for you. Then why the fuck are you trying to abandon him?
He deserves you, right? He’s a good guy for you.
Keeping that in mind, the only plan he’s able to think about is making sure you can’t leave him.
And what better way than binding you down with a baby?
He knows you’ve always wanted kids, you speak of having them - when you’re older - but what difference does it make if it’s now or in a couple of years?
JJ knows you like the back of his hand. No way you’d ever get rid of the unborn child, that’s your baby as well.
The more he thinks about it, the more the idea grows on him.
A baby.
A little mini-you, a small princess to take care of. He can already imagine all the cuteness overload he’s about to have. It’s perfect. A baby as a proof of the love he feels for you.
He’ll work hard to provide for you, promising himself to be a better father than his dad ever was. JJ is never laying a hand on his kid, no matter what.
He’s gonna protect and love them for the rest of his life, he promises.
JJ hates to break your trust, but he’s got to do whatever it takes to keep you even if it means poking holes in the condoms or hiding your birth control pills.
Hopefully soon enough, you’ll be blessed with the newest member of the Maybanks family and then you won’t be able to leave him.
warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe (kinda creepy stealing reader’s stuff), mean!rafe, inexperienced!virgin!reader, pogue!reader, NONCON/DUBCON, smut + mentions of choking, slapping, hair-pulling, loss of virginity + mentions of, mentions of rafe losing his virginity at 13 lmao, mentions of dacryphilia, swearing, lmk if i’m missing something!!
summary — rafe has a thing for his sarah’s best friend, but he has a weird way of showing it…
a/n — inspired by this ask!! thank u for the request bby <3 rafe is like 21 in this and reader is 18. just go w it LOL, ignore any plot holes or mistakes pls i couldn’t bring myself to proofread this, i just wanted to hurry and finish so i could put something out since it’s been a minute!! as per usual pls ignore the name and pics i’m not creative enough lmao love yallllll
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“Are you sure you don’t have my white bikini bottoms?” Your suitcase was now a hot mess at your knees, clothes and items scattered about haphazardly from your search for your favorite swimsuit, an essential on pool days.
“I’m sure,” Sarah’s words had you sighing loudly, throwing the rest of the clothes you had in your hand on top of the mess that was now your belongings, a nonverbal admittance of defeat.
“Who cares? The red one’s cute too!”
“I guess I left it at home maybe, I just can’t believe I grabbed the top but not the bottoms…weird.” You chalked it up as a fluke on your part, though you couldn’t help but think about how it had become so common to lose things during your stays at Sarah’s…
Still, you opted to shut your suitcase and return your attention back to your best friend.
“Ready to go lay out?” Sarah wore a hopeful grin on her face as she posed the question.
“Of course,” you stood to your feet, eyes falling to your frame in the mirror. You examined the red bikini as you paired the extension of your arms above your head with a loud exhale, stretching your limbs out as if you’d just retired from a long, hard day of work.
And sure, the days were long, but never hard at the Cameron residence. Tannyhill was the epitome of opulence. You envied your friend, who so luckily got to call this dreamy place ‘home’. It puzzled you how a girl so privileged could ever have a desire to live anywhere beyond these walls, in anything less than luxury. But Sarah did.
Because Sarah’s world didn’t spin around money or clothes or material things.
Her friends, the pogues, the most genuine connections she possessed in life are the axis that her world turns around.
Just like you’d taught her the pogue way of life, Sarah roped you into the kook way of living, and you never shied away from the privilege and leisure the association afforded you.
Like now, as you prepared to enjoy her private pool in the backyard, the kind of pool you definitely wouldn’t have access to back on the Cut.
The pair of you made your way outside, each claiming a lounge chair that put you directly in the sun’s path.
Of course, no pool day could truly be complete without drinks and music, so after a while you took advantage of the empty house, deciding to blend up some homemade margaritas while Sarah snuck her brother’s giant speaker from his room.
The two of you reconvened by the pool, where you’d spend the next few hours sipping and sunbathing, talking about anything from school to graduation plans to your mutual friends on the other side of the island.
While her father never approved of the company Sarah kept in the pogues, Ward didn’t have the heart to forbid his oldest daughter from being at home like her brother so adamantly suggested.
She was able to keep her kook roots, and still maintain the best of both worlds.
Almost.
Rafe hated his sister, and he’d never been fond of her best friend either.
You were both three years younger than Rafe, and he’d never seen you as any less of a pest and a nuisance than his sister.
But Rafe could easily remember the turning point, the first time he saw you as anything more than just his little sister’s annoying friend.
Specifically, it was after your 16th birthday, when Rafe was 19.
And it was the first time Rafe saw you, I mean really saw you in a bikini in his backyard, your newly filled out body sprawled across a lounge chair by the pool, laughing and gossiping with his sister.
Of course, he’d seen his sister and her friend by the pool plenty of times through the summer seasons, but he’d never spared them any more than a glance in passing.
This particular day, though, he’d sat on the balcony almost the entire afternoon, pretending to be on the phone or working on his laptop just to have a perfect view of your ass and body as you tanned.
Later on, once you’d moseyed your way back into the house, Rafe did too. He went straight to his bathroom, images and lewd thoughts about his sister’s best friend prominent in his mind as he jerked himself off on the toilet seat.
Ever since that day, he’d fantasized about the girl he’d known for years. He wondered how he ever overlooked you. His mind ran rampant with the new, vulgar thoughts.
But Rafe couldn’t help himself. The older he got, the harder it became to fight the sexual urges that plagued his mind.
He was attractive, always had been.
He started having sex in middle school, and even at the ripe age of 13, Rafe quickly gained a reputation for himself amongst the girls he went to school with. Everyone wanted to be with him, every girl wanted to have a story tell about their night spent with Rafe Cameron, though that’s all it ever was.
By the time he started high school, he’d already had an array of bodies under his belt. Girls threw themselves at him, especially when he started playing football and basketball. He was a hot commodity around Kildare, never shying away from his attractiveness or cockiness.
Most girls were nothing more than a one night stand to the oldest Cameron. Simply a hole to fill, a piece of ass to indulge in for the night, nothing more, nothing less.
And he wasn’t too selective when it came to who he was fucking. If you had a pulse and a clean bill of health, you weren’t excluded from his pool of suitors.
The only line he really ever drew was the long, thick line between pogue and kook.
Rafe never went for pogues. He’d never be caught dead sticking his dick into the trash of the island. That kind could only wish for a chance with someone like Rafe.
His hatred for the inhabitants on the other side of the island was only intensified by his sister’s desire to be like them, to ditch her own lavish upbringing to live like them.
And he’d always hated his sister’s friend just alike, he gave you the same cruel treatment he gave Sarah.
That fact remained even after you started to peak his interest as a teenager.
Rafe made a habit of masking his infatuation with cruelness towards you.
Your sister’s brother was overly rude to you, constantly ridiculing everything from your clothes and hair to makeup, any dig he could manage.
And it was so hard to be around you. Rafe could hardly cage the animal threatening to pounce anytime you walked past. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating, the sound of your voice was like music to his ears.
He wanted you. He knew you were a virgin, at least at one point in the last year or so. He prayed that you still were. He’d spent countless nights with his head tilted, ear pressed to the vent on his floor, drinking in every bit of gossip he could pull from your conversations with his sister. He had to stop himself from being physically sick when he listened for too long, learning too many details of his sister’s busy love life with Topper, which then eventually turned to John B.
But you never had much to contribute to the conversations when they took that kind of turn, only posing questions to your more experienced best friend as you munched away at some snack or scrolled through social media downstairs.
‘What was your first time like?’
‘Does it hurt?’
‘Do you use both hands or just one?”
God, he wanted to be the one to answer your questions, physically.
The innocence and genuine curiosity behind your voice was enough to make Rafe want to storm down the stairs, snatch you up from Sarah’s room and drag you back to his instead, where he could show you the answers you were so interested in.
Rafe wanted to corrupt you. He wanted to strip you of your virginity, show you what you’d been so naively missing out on, touch you in ways you could only dream of, or fantasize about through Sarah’s stories.
But instead, he had to settle for what little contact he could manage, that could also be downplayed as a friendly mistake, or a simple misjudgment.
Like ‘accidental’ brushes against your body or swiping a pair of panties from your suitcase in his sister’s room when you were out by the pool.
God, he fucking loved that pool. It gave you a reason to lounge around the mansion in nothing more than a skimpy bikini for hours on end, and it gave him the opportunity to rummage through your things for a keep sake or two while you were outside.
Like today, when Rafe stopped by the house to grab something, and the sound of music had him padding past the staircase to check on the backyard first. One glance through the open french doors told Rafe you were out there, meaning Sarah had to be with you, and her room had to be empty.
So, the boy made a quick detour on the way to his bedroom.
He crept into Sarah’s room, moving stealthily as if you girls would even be able to hear him walking around in the house over the music and distance.
You always kept your suitcase in the same spot in his sisters closet, Rafe knew that, so that’s what he beelined for when he entered.
Rafe didn’t bother fully unzipping the suitcase, he only shoved a hand through the gap between the zippers at the top, fishing for something, anything. He didn’t really care what he came up with, he just knew he was growing tired of the last piece of memorabilia he’d looted from you, and was in need of a new physical fixation.
It took him a good minute to realize what the ring of fabric was in his hand. A hair tie? No, a scrunchie, he recalled your sweet voice and the way you referred to the accessory. He’d seen you wrap this around your hair many times anytime it started sticking to the sweat at the back of your neck by the pool. He thought about it, and Rafe could recall plenty of times when he’d wished it was his hand gathering all of your hair together instead of that damn scrunchie.
It’d be nice to add to his collection, he thought. His mind pried further, maybe then you’d need a substitute for a ponytail holder, and he could fill in.
Rafe decided the memento would do for now. He shoved the material deep in his pocket before returning your suitcase to Sarah’s closet and leaving the room without a trace.
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Downstairs, the pool vibes were nothing short of stellar, only faltering when your favorite song eventually cut off in favor of a sudden silence.
Only the sound of water splashing against the pool walls and the distant screams of kids at play in the neighborhood filled the air before you heard Sarah sit up.
“Shit…” She cursed under her breath.
You lowered your sunglasses, eyes peeking over the shades to find your best friend fumbling with the buttons on the speaker.
“I think it died…” Sarah determined, sighing as if this was her most prominent problem right now.
If a dead speaker and the need for a charger was the biggest inconvenience to Sarah’s life, you were envious.
Speaking of inconveniences, the location of said charger she was begging you to fetch was the biggest one to your life right now.
“Please!” She whined, kicking her feet at the end of the chair, earning a playful eye roll from you. “He’s not even home, just run in there and grab it. It’s probably in the wall or something.”
“Sarah, I don’t wanna-“
“Y/N, how are we gonna vibe without the tunes?” She urged, clasping her hands together in front of her, bottom lip jutting out playfully.
“Whatever,” you laughed as you pushed yourself off the chair and to your feet.
You moved fast as the cement burned the soles of your feet, though you still had your reservations as you made your way back through the double doors into the house.
When you got to Rafe’s room, the familiar scent of his cologne overwhelmed your senses before you even pushed the cracked door open.
You’d only ever really seen the boy’s room through the gap in the door when you passed by, and your curiosity had you venturing far beyond the charger sticking out of the outlet by the door.
Rafe’s room was neat, much tidier than you’d expect from a 21-year-old college dropout. His bed was made, desk area organized with what shoes you assumed somehow didn’t fit in his massive closet stacked up right off to the side.
Your eyes landed on the biggest box right on top, the only one in the stack appearing to be stuffed with something other than shoes as the lid almost didn’t seem to close all the way. You ignored the various things sticking through on the sides, even a familiar white material blurring them out as your eyes honed in on the cheetah print pattern sitting on top of the box.
Your scrunchie.
Your face scrunched up just like the hair tie, morphing into a look of pure confusion as you reclaimed the item.
You almost wanted to pry a little further as you slid the ring of fabric around your wrist, maybe reach for the shoe box or even look in his closet.
But your mind was now littered with thoughts of how your hair tie could’ve ended up in Sarah’s brother’s room.
In Rafe’s room.
How did your item make it into a room you’d never set foot in until now?
Feelings of uneasiness began to bubble up, but your mind forced you to write it off. There had to be a logical explanation for how the hair tie traveled from your suitcase to Rafe’s bedside table.
Maybe Sarah did take it and just forgot, then left it in Rafe’s room when she came to grab the speaker?
In truth, you knew you would’ve seen it around her wrist when you first went outside, but that’s what was easiest for your mind to go with for now, so you made your way to the wall outlet, grabbed the charger and headed back downstairs.
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Tannyhill was still quiet inside the house as you and Sarah remained outside long after the sun had retreated for the evening.
The blonde girl had switched the neon pool light on when the sun started to fade, and the two of you moved to the porch, starting a small bonfire in the fire pit so you could soak in the Friday night vibes the right way.
And the ambience was nice, so nice, you both ended up dozing off on the daybed on the deck, the balcony above acting as a canopy over you.
When you finally blinked awake sometime later, the sun had long gone though the fire was still crackling at your feet, and one look at Sarah told you she was beyond knocked out still.
One quick gust of wind reminded you that you’d dozed off in your bikinis, which was fine for the weather, but the sweltering Kildare heat tended to simmer down to a cooler breeze at night, and now you were in need of a jacket.
The pool light allowed you to notice the goosebumps on your friend’s skin too, prompting you to go fetch a blanket or a pair of sweatshirts from inside.
The house was still dark as you entered, quiet as you meandered through open space, making your way towards the living room.
Your feet had only just traded the hardwood for carpet when the sound of something in the kitchen behind you had you gasping and spinning on your heels.
The empty house was not empty.
There by the island, illuminated by the moonlight that poured in through the cracks in the blinds was none other than Rafe.
He seemed to be placing the Brita back on the shelf, and the sound of the plastic hitting the surface had caught your attention.
You mentally cursed yourself for even acknowledging the noise. You weren’t sure what time it was, but you figured the absence of the sun meant it was primetime for Rafe to be either high or drunk, and you knew you didn’t have any desire to deal with your sister’s brother right now.
You started to turn away, but your eyes fell to the soft fabric wrapped around your wrist, and you were suddenly interested in a conversation with the kook.
“What are you doing here?” Rafe spun around, eyes wide as they fell on you.
Until they weren’t. His gaze softened, and he turned his body away from the fridge, opting to close the door in favor of a new thirst to quench.
He fixed a puzzled look your direction, looking around as if to ensure he was where he thought he was before declaring, “This is my house. The fuck are you still doing here?”
The chip on his shoulder was ever present.
His attitude earned an eye roll from you, and if you hadn’t been so curious about your traveling scrunchie, you might’ve just left on that note.
Instead, you straightened your posture, standing up straight as you posed the question: “Have you been stealing my stuff?”
Rafe sized you up, eyes raking up and down your exposed figure. The way his tongue darted out to wet his lips had you shifting nervously.
“What makes you say that?”
“I found this,” you held up your wrist, twisting it around to show off the scrunchie, “In your room.”
This wasn’t news to Rafe. He knew you found it, the missing relic was the first thing he noticed when he got back home.
“My room?” He repeated. “In my room, you-you were in my room?”
You swallowed hard as the realization rang through your head. What were you doing in his room?
It didn’t matter, you thought. How did he get something from your bag?
“It doesn’t matter,” you tried, turning your nose up his direction, “How did this end up in your room?”
Rafe’s shoulders rose and fell naturally, as if he wasn’t spewing lie after lie already.
“Couldn’t tell you.”
“Well, I don’t believe you.” You spat, arms folding across your chest.
You hoped the move would help accentuate your anger, and it might have, if you were wearing literally anything else.
The lowcut bikini top only accentuated your tits that were now perfectly pushed together by your arms.
The sight had Rafe tightening in his pants. Maybe if you had some more experience under your belt, you would’ve picked up on the bulge that was quickly working to make itself known.
It was harder for the boy to keep focused now, but he still tried his best.
“Y’know, I don’t appreciate you accusing me of being a liar in my own home…”
Rafe had to admit, he was surprised at your challenge. You’d never been one to retaliate when he subjected you to his bullying, so your boldness now caught him off guard.
And it also made him want to fuck the attitude right out of you.
But he knew he had to take things slow at first.
You shrunk in on yourself as Rafe advanced carefully, meticulously towards you. Your best friend’s brother had always come off as unapproachable, intimidating, but now, as he towered over you, so close to you, he embodied the adjectives even more.
You’d felt big enough to challenge him at first, but the closer he got, the smaller you appeared, and the weaker you felt.
“Look around sweetheart,” Rafe motioned around the mansion walls with his hands before continuing, “this is my house. That pool you dance around all day? That’s mine too, okay?” He placed two large hands on either one of your shoulders, and you flinched at the sudden contact.
“You’re the fucking pogue here,” he reminded you. “My shit’s been missing too. Maybe you’re stealing from me. Hmm?”
You stared up at him with wide eyes, attempting to shake yourself from his grip, but Rafe’s hold was firm.
“You’re crazy-!” you started, but Rafe immediately cut you off.
“Am I? Is it so crazy to think that a broke, trashy pogue isn’t just using my sister for her kook status?” Rafe spoke as if he cared about his sister, or if anyone used her for the amenities she had access to, or anything at all for that matter.
The mention of his sister sparked a new idea, a new tactic in his mind.
“Maybe she’s the one putting you up to this, yeah? Yeah? Does, does she wanna get me in trouble or-or something?” Rafe didn’t put it past his sister to stage an ass beating from Ward at his expense, and he had you questioning if you’d put it past her now, too.
The way his words began to slur despite the absence of alcohol on his breath started to worry you.
This was the longest interaction you’d shared with the oldest Cameron. It had only been all of a couple minutes so far, but you still felt nervous as he started to stutter and slip up his words.
Even though he was lying, Rafe could easily make himself believe the words he was saying, too. He hoped they were as believable for you.
“Sarah didn’t put me up to anything. We went in your room for your speaker, and that’s when I found my hairtie. So you stole it, or what?”
“Call me a liar one more time,” Rafe warned. Even in the dimly lit kitchen, you didn’t miss the way his blue eyes seemed to fade into a much darker hue now. There was hardly any space between the two of you now as he moved in even closer.
“Go on,” he urged, “Say it. Call me a liar again. In my home, see what happens.”
You drew your hands up, pressing them meakly against his chest, hoping he would allow you some space.
“Rafe, you need to back up-“
All he did was shove your arms back down, his strong gaze burning down into you as he did the opposite of what you asked.
Your jaw was suddenly seized between his rough fingers in a tight grip, pulling your face up closer to his as he seethed, “No, you need to learn your place around here. I know you spend all of your time here, but this is not your house. And I’m not quite past the fact that you went in my room without permission.”
You swatted at Rafe’s arms as he slowly walked you backwards. His hand on your jaw only offered you one way to look, directly up at him, blue eyes seeing through you…until they dropped, and his sight lingered on other parts of your body.
His newfound interest in your half-naked figure made you uncomfortable enough to drop the tough girl act you’d first planned to maintain.
“I-I’m sorry, Rafe, I won’t go in there again.” You hoped your apology would get you out of his hold, out of the kitchen, quickly.
“Nah that’s…that’s okay,” Rafe tilted his head menacingly to the side, giving your jaw another light squeeze. “You can make up for it right now.”
You didn’t even see Rafe raise a hand to your chest, you just knew your best friend’s older brother was suddenly fondling your tits through your top, roughly squeezing the rounds of flesh between his palms.
You drew in a sharp breath, hands meeting his chest again as you attempted to push the man away.
The unwanted advance made you feel dirty, unladylike, as you’d never had a guy touch you in that way before.
He was pulling at the top, trying anything to expose your chest as you tried everything to keep him from succeeding.
“Rafe! Rafe stop or I’ll…I’ll scream,” You warned, “I’ll scream for Sarah right now.”
You were released from Rafe’s grip entirely, though your feet were still planted to the floor as you stood in shock at what had just happened.
Your best friend was asleep just a few feet away, and her older brother had just touched you inappropriately, against your will.
The person who had been nothing but a thorn in your side, constantly ridiculing you and making fun of you for anything he could think of for years, had suddenly crossed a line you never even knew you needed to draw with him.
Rafe fixed a taunting look on his face as he nodded his head slowly.
“Oh yeah? Is-is that what you think you’re gonna do?” His smile was laced with amusement at your threat.
The way he stalked dangerously close to you had your breath hitching in your throat.
Fight or flight kicked in, and you turned on your heels to take off towards the backyard.
You’d only just parted your lips to scream for Sarah when your cries were muffled beneath a large hand encompassing your mouth in a painful grip.
Large arms grabbed at you from behind, wrapping around your torso and neck and holding you tightly to Rafe’s chest.
“Now, I didn’t want it to be like this…” his words had you trembling in his hold. “I wanted your first time to be special, all about you, but, you know…” Rafe laughed like he’d heard something funny.
Like anything could possibly be amusing about this situation.
“I’ve never responded well to threats.”
With that, Rafe pushed you face down onto the kitchen island, forcing you to turn your head to the side so your cheek was flush with the cold marble instead of your chin.
The change in temperature on your bare stomach and arms had your skin breaking out in a series of goosebumps.
You gasped out for air, breathing suddenly much more difficult to manage as your body was wedged tightly between Rafe’s hard chest and the counter.
Panic was setting in, the sheer weight of the tense situation had you flailing and fighting beneath him.
When you fantasized about what your first time would be like, you’d always pictured it happening in a comfortable setting. You’d be on a bed, with some nice music playing in the background while someone you loved prepared your body for one of the biggest milestones one could reach in their young life.
A total contrast to the way you were pressed down on a kitchen counter, tears spilling from your eyes as your best friend’s brother forced himself on you, into you, stole the innocence you’d managed to protect all these years.
“Stop, fucking, moving…” Rafe spat through gritted teeth, words choppy as he struggled to contain the frantic girl underneath him. Stripping you of what little clothing you had on proved to be a tough feat as you continued to thrash about against the counter.
Part of him felt…bad, almost. Part of him wouldn’t have minded taking you upstairs instead, laying you down on his bed, and robbing you of your innocence in a less insensitive way.
But your attitude, the way you accused him of lying and stealing from you pissed him off.
And Rafe treated anyone who pissed him off just the same, it didn’t matter who you were.
Or if your accusation was totally true or not.
The strapless bikini top was too easy. Rafe was able to yank it down first, exposing your tits to the cold surface he had you bent over.
Your bottoms were harder to manage, but he eventually managed to subdue you enough to pull the thin fabric to the side.
He didn’t even stop to admire what was his first official look at your clit, instead he wasted no time dragging two fingers across his tongue, coating the digits in his own saliva, which he then used to slide along your folds, lubricating the area he planned to explore.
Rafe had to remind himself you were still a virgin when he lined up both fingers with your entrance. He opted to slide just one in first, stopping at the first knuckle just underneath his nail. His lips parted, jaw falling slack as your body jolted violently at the unfamiliar intrusion.
You weren’t mentally prepared, let alone physically prepared to have sex for the first time tonight.
He could feel your muscles tense across the board, prompting him to lean further into your body, pinning you impossibly closer to the counter as he slowly dragged one finger in and out of your tight pussy.
“Relax,” he coaxed as he allowed his finger to slide fully past your walls, burying the single digit as far in as it would go.
You whimpered beneath him, your whines vibrating against his chest and encouraging him to try a second finger quicker than he’d planned.
“So fuckin’ tight… God, you really are a virgin.”
You didn’t even have the time or mental capacity to worry about how Rafe knew you were a virgin.
He was instantly curling his digits upwards in a skillful manner, massaging a part of you that you’d never explored before.
The feeling of something, anything penetrating your walls was so new to you. You hadn’t stopped squirming or allowed your muscles to untense once. You couldn’t.
“You need to relax… you wanna enjoy your first time, right baby?” His words were anything but relaxing, even as a large hand circled over your lower back in a way you assumed was meant to be soothing. You squeezed your eyes shut, words failing you in the moment.
You did want to enjoy your first time.
But it wasn’t supposed to be anything like this.
Your body was overwhelmed with pain, you were feeling so many emotions, so many new sensations you’d never been subjected to before.
It was almost impossible to believe that you were about to have sex for the first time, let alone against your will. You struggled to come to terms with the violation, even as the sound of Rafe’s pants dropping to the floor all but confirmed your fate.
“I know I will…”
A strong foot kicked between your own and forced you to widen your stance, and tears brimmed at your eyes as you unwillingly spread your legs further for the man behind you.
Rafe could feel your body trembling against his, prompting him to shush you softly in your ear, “Shh, it’s okay Y/N/N, I’ll talk you through it, baby…”
You didn’t have time to react, no time to adjust before a you felt a pressure like nothing you’d ever felt between your legs before.
The burning sensation was all you could focus on as Rafe forced his thick cock through your tight, virgin walls.
He took his time at first, the rolling of his hips calculated as he eased into you.
He’d only managed to push the tip in when your cried out again.
“C’mon princess, I’m goin’ slow…you gotta open up for me, baby.” His own breathing was labored as he pushed through the tight barrier.
The way he struggled to sheath his length inside of you was proof enough that you’d never been with anyone else before. And after tonight, Rafe would make sure you’d never be with anyone else, either.
You gripped the side of the kitchen island with force as Rafe fully bottomed out inside of you, his hips smacking against yours and forcing a high-pitched mewl from the back of your throat.
“Fuck…” Rafe’s voice was low and laced with a dark lust. Blue eyes darted around wildly, raking in the sight of your beautiful body on display for him. You were perfect, everything about this was perfect.
Rafe only wished he could be looking at your face, drinking in all your facial expressions while being fucked for the very first time instead. He desperately wanted to see the way your eyes watered, how much you cried over his cock.
Next time, he was sure he would.
But the opportunity had presented itself on a whim, and he had to make the most of the cards he’d been dealt.
Next time, he’d get to brush your hair back and revel in the beautiful faces he could pull from you, but for now, he’d settle for the sounds he was able to pull from your throat as his sight dropped down to where your bodies connected.
This is just the first time… he reminded himself.
It was so surreal to have you pinned beneath him, the same swimsuit he’d watched you tan in from afar for ages, now disregarded to the side as his dick slotted in and out of you, ass bouncing back against his cock as he rutted into you.
Words couldn’t suffice the way Rafe felt as he drove his cock into your soaked core, knowing he was the first and only one to do so.
Just the feel of your walls wrapped around his fingers had the boy eager to cum in his pants.
But that was absolutely nothing compared to the way your puffy lips so eagerly drank him in, swallowing his cock, squeezing the life out of it. He was sure he’d never had this much trouble keeping his seed at bay before.
But he strained himself, forcing his release to wait, slowing down or pulling his dick all the way out before plunging back into you, anything the boy could try to maintain his stamina that was threatening to falter.
Eventually, your muscles did relax, as much as the salacious situation would allow. You’d all but completely collapsed against the counter, fingernails long given up clawing at the edge of the heavy marble as you were rendered a limp, sweaty mess beneath the older boy.
A small surge of desire was somehow conjured against your wishes, and the stimulation broke up the total and utter fear you’d started with.
It was only when Rafe was sure you lacked the energy to put up a fight that he finally pulled back, keeping one hand on your lower back and moving the other to your hip for support as he continued rutting into the mess he was making of your core.
The extra space allowed you to sit up just slightly, relieving your ribs you were sure would bruise, and letting air rush back into your lungs. Your body had betrayed you, back naturally arching off of the counter, hips bucking up against the aggressor.
And he was oh so observant to your signs of arousal.
“Mhmm,” he rasped, eyes trained on the girl he had completely exposed on the counter beneath him. “That feel good baby? Hmm?” You couldn’t bring yourself to form any words if you tried.
Again, Rafe had to remind himself that it was your first time.
Even the cruel pace he put forward would only be considered lightwork compared to what he actually wanted to do with you. What he planned to do with you in the future. Things you would likely need time to work up to…
But this was your first time.
The less you fought against him, the more he felt driven to offer an unusual gentleness that girls didn’t usually see with Rafe Cameron.
And even though sex was anything but new to Rafe, something about this encounter with you made it feel new to him.
He never kissed girls when he fucked them, but now Rafe felt compelled to magnetize his mouth to your skin as he hovered over you. The harsh snap of his hips never relented as Rafe’s lips met your shoulder, teeth grazing the skin and pulling a gasp from you. He rested his weight on one arm as he moved your hair out of the way with his other hand, clearing the canvas of your backside for his lips. Rafe kissed you everywhere, your back, your shoulders, all over your neck, tongue lapping and suckling the soft skin.
Rafe was usually too busy pulling hair, choking or even slapping whichever girl he was with that night to offer any kind of affection, yet here he was, hands sweetly roaming and caressing your figure.
The way you mewled softly under his touch told him you’d been introduced to the enjoyable side of sex, and he lovedthe fact that he was the one to open this new door for you.
In reality though, you couldn’t be exactly sure if you were enjoying this or not.
You despised your best friend’s brother just as much as she did. He was your biggest tormentor, never had anything nice to say about you. Never amounted you to anything more than a pogue, someone who was less than him, belowhim.
Yet here you were, literally laid below him now, Rafe devouring every bit of you like a man starved.
This was wrong. So, so much about this was just plain wrong.
Right down to the throbbing of your core around the boy’s cock.
A smile stretched across Rafe’s face as he felt the tell-tale signs of your first orgasm approaching, courtesy of him.
“You feel that? I feel you baby,” You weren’t sure how he picked up on the building sensation within you, but you didn’t dwell on it.
You couldn’t as the abrupt tightening feeling in your stomach had you biting down on your lower lip.
You tried to remember your past conversations with Sarah, tried to remember if this was one of the things Sarah mentioned would happen before you ‘finished’, as she’d always put it.
But it was hard to focus on anything other than the confusing mix of pain and pleasure you felt as your best friend’s older brother continued to subject your newly defiled walls to his brutal pace, even as your stomach coiled.
“Don’t fight it, it’s okay… I’m right here,” He placed another kiss to the back of your shoulder as you continued to whimper and whine below him. “I’ve got you baby, go ahead, you can cum on my cock.” His voice was gruff as he panted the words out in between breaths, tone riddled with desire as his eyes were trained on your pussy as it swallowed him in with every thrust.
It was only when Rafe lodged himself so deep inside of you that you were sure he’d hit some sort of bone or organ, that the pain, all of it, was temporarily overridden by some sort of sick, puzzling pleasure.
A wave of sensations you’d never felt before overtook your senses, ones you’d only ever dreamed of or read about.
You couldn’t stop your legs from shaking, or the surely pornographic moans from slipping past your lips as you came apart on Rafe’s cock. He continued thrusting into you, your hip bones jutting into the edge of the counter as he finally let his dam break too, seed spilling up into you.
The warm ropes of liquid came out in spurts, and your tight walls were clenching hard, pulsating redundantly around Rafe’s length as you milked him dry.
Once the sensation seemed to simmer down, you were left with nothing but a horrible ringing in your ears and an emptiness between your thighs as Rafe’s hips retreated, a long groan filling the air as he pulled his throbbing cock from your pussy without hurry.
You couldn’t see the way his jaw clenched, teeth gritted together as his arousal immediately began leaking from your center, but you could feel his rough fingers shoving the cum back up into you, undoubtedly mixing with the red crimson color that also leaked from you, a confirmation of your loss.
Rafe smirked at the sight, working to re-steady his breathing as he fetched his pants and boxers from their pooled position at his ankles, pulling the material up and fixing himself back to decency.
When you finally managed to push yourself up off of the counter, your legs felt extremely weak and wobbly, almost threatening to buckle beneath you, if it wasn’t for Rafe’s quick grip on your waist.
He spun you around by the hold on your hips, fingers pressing firmly into the skin as you were made to face him.
He could’ve drooled at the sight of his little sister’s best friend. You looked totally fucked out, exactly how he’d imagined. Thinking of how much he’d restrained himself from doing, he had to wonder what you’d look like after he really had his way with you.
Your hair was in disarray, tears dried to your face, makeup smudged, mascara running when your eyes finally met his for what felt like the first time in forever.
He brushed your hair back out of your face first before moving to adjust your swimsuit.
Rafe’s large hands slipped underneath the band of your bikini top, lifting the material back up and over your tits.
His hands took their time on the way down to your bottoms, fingertips lightly grazing the skin of your sides before curling around the waistband, situating the bikini back over your sex and lifting the straps up over your hips securely.
He waited to see if you would speak, though he figured it was a long shot.
“Did that feel good?” You only stared up at him, lips parted as you panted under your breath.
“Nod for me, princess. Did I make you feel good?” You hated the way he spoke to you like a child, as if three years was a significant age gap.
But you’d be lying if you said no, so you nodded your head in response. At some point, you’d started deriving pleasure from the heinous act committed against you.
“I can make you feel even better than that.” He assured, though you didn’t see how that was even possible.
You weren’t sure you’d be able to handle it, either.
You also weren’t sure why your mind wasn’t immediately screaming at you to slap Rafe across the face and run to wake up his sister after what he’d just done to you.
But something about the boy’s words, his promises… intrigued you.
He’d opened a new door of curiosity for you, and now your body was desirous of more of the newfound stimulation.
Your lack of protest, the way your feet stayed planted on the tile told him his coercions were working.
Rafe’s eyes trailed down your figure, from your chest as it rose and fell to the scrunchie wrapped around your wrist still.
He tucked a single digit underneath the elastic band, lifting and snapping the material back down on your skin, demanding your attention.
“When you return my speaker tomorrow,” he started, offering you a deadline and nodding his head towards the backyard where Sarah had taken the speaker, “I’ll have to teach you some more.”
a/n : my first lil fic type deal on this acc :) feel free to send in reqs or comment opinions or just talk to me <3
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“What?” Rafe’s deep voice called out from the other side of the door.
You slowly twist the knob, pushing the door open, eyes instantly meeting his bare back as he leaned over his bed.
“I said ‘what’, I didn’t say come-“ He starts, cutting himself off as he turns to you.
You sheepishly smile, “Sorry, I was just wondering if you wanted to maybe have a movie night?”
His eyebrows furrowed together, confusion plastering itself across his face. Your smile slightly falters as he doesn’t respond for a moment.
“Where’s Sarah and Wheezie?” He questions, as they’re who you usually hang out with.
“Wheezie’s sleeping, Sarah’s where she always sneaks off to anymore.” You mumble, “Just figured maybe me and you could have a sleepover or something. It’s okay though.”
He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want to have a movie night with you. He’d be lying if he said he doesn’t want even more than that. He absolutely loves whenever you’re around, yet he hates it at the same time.
He can’t help but drink in the way you move, the way you speak, the way you seem so innocent yet so naughty. In all honesty, his believing you have a naughty side is purely delusional. You’ve done nothing of the sort to incline you’re anything but innocent. Maybe that’s what it is though. Maybe he just wants to prove that you can be a slut. A slut for him.
Just as you’re turning around to leave, his voice stops you, “What are we watching?”
Your lips twist up in a smile, one that he has to purse his lips from mirroring. You close the door, sauntering over to his bed in your short little bottoms and thin tank top.
“We can watch whatever.” You say, crawling into his bed.
His eyes bore into the way you make yourself comfortable on his blankets, your smooth legs crossing along his bed. He swallows the accumulating saliva, flicking the light off and joining you.
He grabs the remote from his nightstand, passing it to you to choose a movie, stating, “Anything but a chick flick.”
The giggle falls from your lips so effortlessly, causing him to clear his throat and avert his eyes from you.
The night progresses with several movies before you find yourself sound asleep beside Rafe. He isn’t so lucky as sleep refuses to wash over him.
Instead, he’s left staring at you while you snooze. Your cheeks are slightly squished, causing your lips to form into a pout. Your long lashes rest on your cheeks, casting shadows along your skin. Your hair falls into your face, and he can’t help but brush it behind your ear, letting his fingers linger momentarily.
His eyes lower, taking in the way your cleavage is on show as your tank top is bunched below your tits. Your collarbones so prominent, the soft moonlight, shining through from the window, hitting them with a cool glow.
His gaze continues down your body, boring into the skin of your stomach showing as your shirt rides up. It also reveals the waistband of your small shorts. The shorts that barely cover the curve of your ass. In fact, he can see it clear as day. His eyes rake down the rest of you, soaking in the way your plump thighs damn near swallow your bottoms. Your smooth legs resting atop of one another, begging to be spread.
He can’t help the growing of his cock, now straining against his boxers, aching to be released. He lets out a breath, his eyes closing as he revels in the dirty fantasies he’s having.
He so badly wants to pull your legs apart and kiss you through the fabric of your shorts. He wants to squeeze your tits as he buries himself in you, swallowing all the pretty little sounds you make.
He lets out a hiss as his hand rests on his covered cock, adding just the slightest bit of pressure, seeking relief.
Before he can stop himself, he’s scooting closer to you. His arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back into him. He has to hold back a groan as your ass presses into his bulge.
Completely oblivious the state he’s in, you push back ever further, enjoying the cuddles from your stepbrother.
His hand slides down to your exposed stomach, rubbing small patterns into the skin, taking notice in the way goosebumps form beneath his touch. He can’t help but smirk at that.
You let out a soft hum, still in a deep unconscious state. His hand slowly trails higher, traveling up your torso. His hand halts when he feels your boob. You’re not wearing a bra.
He almost groans at the thought, convincing himself that you did it on purpose. That you want him to touch you. And so he does.
His hand fully engulfs your bare tit, squeezing it so firmly. You stir in your sleep, rolling onto your back. His eyes glimmer at the access you’re unknowingly giving him.
He pinches your hard nipple before removing his hand, and sliding it to the waistband of your shorts. Without hassle, his fingers poke into your bottoms, trailing further down. He tosses his head back at the notion of you not wearing any panties either. You’re practically begging to be fucked.
Taking in your sleeping figure, he lets his fingers go lower, sliding over your bare lips, groaning when he feels your arousal seeping through.
“I knew you were a slut.” He mumbles into your shoulder.
His fingers prod at your slit, pushing your lips open as he rubs you up and down. You let out a small, almost inaudible, moan from the feeling.
Rafe licks his lips, slowly circling your clit with two fingers. He can feel your body slightly tremble against him. Without a second thought, his fingers slide down to your entrance, pushing into you.
The action makes your body jump, instantly pulling you from your dreamy state. Your eyes flutter a few times, taking in what’s happening. Your heart rate picks up and your eyes widen, acknowledging the fact that your stepbrother has his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you.
“Rafe!” You gasp, attempting to push his hand away.
“Shh, you’re okay.” He whispers into your ear, his opposite hand holding you in place.
“W-what are you doing?” You panic, your body tensing as he continues to fuck his digits into you.
“Isn’t it obvious?” He quips, curling his fingers into your spongy walls.
It pulls a moan from you, one that you try to hide away as your cheeks burn bright with embarrassment.
You shake your head, “Stop. This is wrong, you’re my brother.”
“Stepbrother.” He corrects through gritted teeth.
His pace speeds up, the squelching sound filling in the room. Your brows knit together as you bite back your moans, the feeling being all too pleasurable.
“Do you really want me to stop?” He breathes against you. “Just tell me to stop and I will.”
Your mind races with a million thoughts a second, yet you feel blank at the same time. There’s no denying how good you feel right now, and how attracted you’ve felt towards Rafe. You always swallowed those feelings down, knowing it’s not right. But right here, right now, you don’t seem to care about anything else other than the feeling of his fingers working you.
“No, no.” You moan, your back arching. “Please don’t stop.”
He smirks, “That’s my girl.”
Next thing you know, he’s in between your legs, tongue lapping at your wetness as his fingers thrust in and out of you. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands as you buck your hips into his face while soft moans fall from your lips. You can practically feel his smirk as he pulls you closer.
“Taste so good, sound so pretty.” He coos, sucking up your juices. “Always knew you’d be a mess for me.”
You whine at his words, feeling your orgasm sneaking up on you. It doesn’t take long. His lips puckering around your clit and sucking harshly brings you over the edge. The guilt you have for letting him touch you dissipates as euphoria floods your veins. Your body convulses, legs shaking as you let go. He moans against your pussy, devouring everything you have to give him.
You’re left panting, coming down from the delicious high he gave you. He sits up, licking your remaining arousal from his lips. Scooting back up next to you, he pulls you into him once more, burying his face in your hair.
“What are you doing?” You whisper, still breathless.
“Thought you wanted to have a sleepover.” He mumbles, leaving you in a state of shock at what just took place.
“You should come over tonight” Sarah said through the call, “My dad, Rose, and Wheezie are out for the weekend, we could break into his liquor cabinet” she chimed.
“What about your brother?” you asked. Finals had just concluded, and you didn't need his shit today or any day for that matter..
Rafe Cameron, the Kook King, the biggest douchebag you've ever known. He hates Sarah, so he hates you too. He's called you many names ranging from: an attention-seeking whore, pogue trash, and the ‘Virgin-Mary’.
You've known Rafe and Sarah since you were thirteen, and he wasn't exactly nice to you back then but certainly not now. Since you turned fifteen your friendship with Sarah infuriated him, according to him you were just ‘trash’ that didn't deserve to be in the presence of Kooks.
“Forget about him” she groaned, she knows how much of an ass he is. “We can hang out in my room, watch movies, and get drunk”
Refusal on the tip of your tongue, she pleaded with you again, “Please!” she begged.
“Alright, alright” your relented, hesitation still stuck inside of you. A wary feeling deep in you peeking its ugly head out.
“Okay! See you later” she squealed happily, the call ending soon after.
By the time you were getting into your vehicle the sun was setting, casting hues of orange over the Island.
The drive was quiet and peaceful, the colorful sky now replaced with pitch-blackness as you pulled into the driveway of Tannyhill.
As you approached the front door you were going to walk in like you've always done. Whilst reaching for the handle, the door suddenly jerked open. You expected to see Sarah if anything, not Rafe.
He was standing in the doorway, moving through the threshold wasn't an option. His taller frame blocked you from entering the residence.
“Ah, if it isn't the pogue herself” he sneered, a wide smirk plastered on his face.
“Can you move out of my fucking way.” you snapped, your brows furrowed together in frustration.
“Don't get your panties in a twist” The oldest Cameron jeered, rolling his eyes. You wondered if he rolled them any farther, he could see his eye sockets. He moved aside just enough so you could squeeze through.
You glared daggers at him, but all he did was tap his foot impatiently on the floor.
Giving up, you wedged yourself past him; your front pressed wholly against his and you could've sworn he pressed his hips further into you.
Walking farther into the house towards the staircase, you felt his eyes boring into you. But when you glanced over to him it wasn't a glare, but something dark and depraved. Something you weren't too keen on discovering.
You practically sprinted up the stairs to Sarah's room, your heart racing in your chest. Why were you so scared? It was just a look, but it elicited such fear from you.
“What took you so long?” she asked, lounging lazily across her bed as you entered her room.
“Your brother” was all you said before plopping down next to her. The room was silent for a moment before Sarah sighed and sat up.
“He's an asshole” she said blandly, setting her phone down on the bed. “I'm going to grab the alcohol” she stated, getting up from her spot and walking towards the door. “You pick the movie” she told you before walking out of the room.
When Sarah returned she held two bottles; one held a bronze liquid, which looked like whiskey. The other held a clear drink, which was either Vodka or Tequila.
“What movie are we watching?” She questioned, moving towards the bed to lay next to you.
“Scream?” you ask, looking through your options. It didn't seem likely you'd find anything better at this point.
“That's fine” Sarah said, handing you the bottle of clear liquid. She settled down as you started the movie.
Taking a look at the bottle in your hand you saw that it was in fact Vodka. You screwed the cap open and took a swig from it. The burning taste of the liquor was strong, it left you viscerally cringing, a small cough rising through your throat.
Sarah giggled at you, then she too opened the top on the bottle she was holding and took a drink from it.
The night progressed smoothly, drunken giggles filled the room, the movie long forgotten and replaced by talking and chatter.
“I'm tired” Sarah drunkenly groaned, plowing backwards onto her pillows.
“Me too” you said, words slurring together. “But I'm so thirsty”
“Then go get a drink” she said, eyes already starting to drift shut, a small yawn slipping past her lips.
“Okayyy, I'll be back” you groaned, stumbling lightly as you stood. You made your way out of Sarah's room and down the hall to the staircase. Gripping the railing you were about to start the descent when a pair of arms wrapped around you, pulling you backwards.
You didn't need to turn around to know it was Rafe Cameron. “This isn't funny Rafe” you hissed through gritted teeth, squirming in his grasp to get him to relinquish his hold.
It was quiet for a moment, his arms around your torso still firm even as you continued trying to worm away from the taller man. His breath fanned across the shell of your ear, then a deep chuckle vibrated through your skull, “I'm not trying to be funny ”.
“Let me go!” You growled, your voice rising in volume, as you began to thrash around. Before you could say anything else, Rafe moved to pull a hand over your mouth, his other arm still wrapped bruisingly tight around you, pressing you deeper into his body. Like a boa constrictor engulfing its prey.
Fear gripped you, your heart pounding in your chest. Struggling harder than before, you began to try and kick, hit, and bite, all futile and in vain.
The hand over your mouth slithered its way down to the column of your throat, gripping it tightly and cutting off any airflow in its wake. The shock alone made you go as stiff as stone, you could hear your heart in your ears and tears started to crowd your waterline.
“R..afe” you choked up. You couldn't breathe at all, it was getting harder to think as the seconds passed by. Your hands weakly reached up to scratch at the limb that was crushing your windpipe, but with the lack-of airflow the only thing you could manage to do was dig your nails into his wrist.
Black dots started to adorn your vision, your mind consumed in a fogginess you couldn't escape, just like you couldn't escape Rafe. As you were about to lose consciousness the iron grip on your throat loosened, you let in a sharp breath, your lungs not getting enough of the oxygen you were consuming.
The hand still holding your throat snaked away and roughly grabbed the back of your neck, the one around your torso gone. “Now fucking walk.” he hissed into your ear through gritted teeth.
A numbing fear spreading throughout your body, your legs wouldn't move an inch. Behind you a scoff could be heard before you were shoved forward roughly, your feet barely catching you before you hit the ground. Your legs shaking violently as you began to slowly move forward to where he was pushing you.
Rafe Cameron's a lot of things, a drug abuser, a belligerent person, but never in your life did you think he'd do something like this.
You were snapped out of your thoughts when your walking was halted, the hand on your nape gripping tighter. You were in front of his bedroom door, you'd never been in there before, he might have killed you if you went in there, but he might also kill you now.
His free hand opened the door, the other shoving you through it. This time you couldn't catch yourself before you collided with the floor. Although you felt sober, the alcohol still in your system made getting up hard. Tears began to flow down your face, your whimpers and sobs the only sound in the otherwise quiet room.
“Get up” he said, anger and hate dripping from his deep baritone voice.
“I -I” was all you could get out before more sobs racked through your body, hyperventilating from the situation you were in. He was standing in front of the door, looking down at you like you were the bane of his existence.
“Don't make me ask again” he said, his voice rising just enough to make you flinch. But still you sat on the floor, crying harder than before.
Heavy footsteps began to approach you, before you could look up to see him towering over you a hand knotted itself into your hair, yanking you upwards onto your feet, a loud cry escaping your lips. “You just love being fucking difficult, don't ya?” He jeered, yanking your head back by the roots of your hair.
Gripping at the short sleeve shirt he wore, you cried out, “N-No, I'm sorry Rafe, I'm sorry” you were an inconsolable mess, you didn't even know what you were apologizing for.
“No you're not” he said pulling your face closer to his, “Not yet”
Closing your eyes as more tears bled down your face; fear bubbled inside of you, nausea swirling in the pit of your stomach.
His other hand grabbed at your chin, “Look at me” he sneered. Even though it was asked like you had an option, you knew you didn't.
You peeled your tear soaked eyes open, and looked up at him. His face was deadly, he looked murderous. Ready to kill you if breathed the wrong way.
“She learns” he sneered, a wide mirthful smile spread across his face. “Now, since you like to walk around this island in these skimpy shorts..” he said, the hand in your hair moving quickly to grope your rear through your biker shorts.
“Rafe… stop” you sobbed, the feeling of his large hand gripping your behind causing you to shiver in his hold, the nausea in your stomach worsening.
“You don't get to tell me what to do” he said, the faux smile now replaced with a look of anger again. He started using the hand on your chin to back you into a wall, pressing your back flat against it. “Here's how things are going to go, you're going to shut up, and stand there, got it?” he said, tilting your head back as far as it would go.
More tears came rushing to your eyes, your bottom lip trembled as you watched Rafe stare down at you like a predator hunting his prey. The hand previously on your ass was now slithering its way up your sides, and under the edge of your crop-top.
His hand on your bare skin felt like fire engulfing every area he touched, then he slid his hand over the whole of your breast, giving it a rough squeeze: then circling his thumb over the bud of your nipple. A deep groan rising in his throat.
Something about his reaction to your fear and body reignited a flame inside of you, “Rafe, I said stop!” You said, shoving him away to the best of your ability.
That same flame snuffed out seconds later when he grabbed your throat harshly and slammed you into the wall, your head knocking against it so hard pain started to bloom in your skull immediately.
“Are you stupid?” He said, pressing you harder into the wall by your neck. “Fine, be difficult.”
His second hand came up to your face, grabbing your cheeks and prying your mouth open before shoving his index and middle fingers down your esophagus, effectively gagging you. “If you bite me, I'll knock your teeth down your fucking throat” he warned, and from his tone of voice this wasn't an empty threat.
The digits lodged in your throat caused you to gag and choke around him. He resumed his ministrations on your breasts, grabbing and groping until he was satisfied.
The hand under your shirt slipped out, and began traveling down your stomach to the hem of your shorts. You tried telling him to stop again, but only incoherent gargles were made out.
“What did you say?” He taunted, the tips of fingers sliding just below the fabric of your shorts. More tears bubbled up to your waterline.
Fighting him is useless, all you could do was stand there and take it. Before his hand traveled any further, it retreated, as did the fingers in your mouth.
His hand grabbed your chin again, but this time almost gently. Then his lips smashed onto yours in a hungry, aggressive kiss, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth. His hand grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you closer to himself.
Pulling away, he whispered in your ear, “I'm going to ruin you so well, that no guy within a twenty-mile radius will want you” he sounded crazy, he knew he sounded crazy.
“Rafe..don't, please” you pleaded again, sinking further into the wall as if it were going to consume you.
“Sh sh” he cooed at you, “You have no reason to be crying, not yet”
Brushing a couple strands of loose hair away from your face, he took a good at you; your disheveled hair from when he yanked you off of the ground, your tear stained face and fearful eyes, how your bottom lip is still trembling, the way your chest was rising and falling rapidly. “On your knees” he told you.
Another soft sob left your lips, your eyes falling shut. Sinking down onto your knees in front of him, a laugh sounded from above you, a genuine, hearty laugh.
“I always knew you were a slut” he said, his voice laced with a noxious venom that was seeping into your bloodstream. “I told you to look at me” he snarled, a hand again gripping the roots of your hair.
Looking up at him through watery lashes, he groaned again. One hand still planted firmly in your hair, the other coming up to the waistband of his pajama pants and tugging them down just below the bulge in his boxers. "You should consider yourself lucky" he chuckled, also pulling down his draws enough to take out his cock.
There it stood, fully erect; he was huge, the tip an angry red, veins trailing up and down the length of it.
He gripped the base of his cock with his free hand, pumping it lightly, dragging you closer by your hair until you were face to face with it, “I don't wanna-” before could finish your plea he thrusted his cock into your mouth and sank in as far as he could. Your gagged chokes were the only thing heard as he thrusted into your mouth once more to the hilt of his cock.
“Fuck..” he growled, pulling out and thrusting back into your mouth. He was too big, your throat is already getting sore from his treatment. Before long he set a harsh pace, fucking into your mouth over and over again. You couldn't breath with the way his cock was being lodged into your throat repeatedly, another round of heavy tears crowded your eyesight forcing their way down your cheeks, though you still kept your eyes glued to his. Tears and drool meet at your chin, dripping down your neck making a horrid mess.
It felt like hours were going by as he continued to use your mouth for his pleasure. His grunts and groans became more frequent the longer it went on, drips of pre-cum coating your tongue with every rough thrust. “Fuuck” Rafe moaned, his head dipping back as his movement stilled and he held you in place on his cock. His length throbbed inside of your throat, and after a couple of moments cum was filling your mouth, and airways; with his hand still planted in your hair, all you could do was choke it down.
He pulled out seconds after, you inhaled in a gasp, coughing and choking on the build up of saliva. More tears rushing to the surface. The hand in your hair now gone, but he still stood over you glaring down.
“C-Can I go now..” you asked in a quiet sob, your voice weak and sore. You looked at the floor, the feeling of his eyes on you too much to bear now.
“God, you really are fucking stupid” he laughed, stripping himself of his pants and boxers. “No, you can't leave,” he barked. “Now stand up”
A whimper escaped past your lips as you slowly stood up, leaning against the wall for support, still staring down at the floor.
His hands came up to your top, pulling it up and off of you. Next they came down to the band of your shorts, this time you weakly grabbed at his wrists, a pathetic attempt on your end. Still he ripped them halfway down your thighs in one go, then yanked them down in another motion, left pooling around your ankles.
The only thing you wore now was your panties, all he stood wearing was his short sleeve shirt.
“Go lay your ass down,” he said, pointing at the bed behind him. You didn't say anything as you took slow steps towards the large bed, which seemed to seal your fate.
Going to lay face down on the mattress a tight grip was placed on your shoulder. “On your back” he demanded, his temper seeming ready to snap again.
Turning around and sitting on the bed in front of Rafe, your gaze remained on the floor. Before you could lay back he shoved you onto the bed, a gasp getting caught in your throat.
He began trailing his fingertips up your thighs slowly, the feeling sending shivers down your spine, chilling you to the bone. They dragged up the sides of your thighs, your hips, to the hem of your underwear; then gripping it and pulling them down your legs slowly.
Your body finally bare to him, he looked you over completely. “Spread your legs” he commanded, hands traveling back down to your thighs, tapping on them impatiently. Still you kept them squeezed shut, refusing to give him what he wanted.
“You must love it when I'm rough with you” he growled, gripping your thighs and prying them apart against your will. Squeezing between them, his hips made it so you couldn't possibly close them now.
His cock laid against your stomach, making it look bigger than before. Pulling back a little, one of the hands on your thigh slid farther up until he was practically cupping your cunt.
A scoff escaped his lips when he slid a finger through your folds. “Y'know, you keep begging me to stop..” he said, bringing his fingers to your mouth and shoving them back down your throat so you could taste yourself coating his fingers. “You're awfully fucking wet”
Humiliation and embarrassment swelled inside of you, a deep red spreading across your face with his finger still inside of your mouth.
After a couple seconds of holding his fingers down your throat he dislodged them, then moved the hand from your face down to your core, spreading your saliva across your folds before suddenly plunging a finger inside of you.
A loud cry left your lips, following that, a sharp sting spread across your face as your head snapped to the side with the force of the impact. He slapped you.
“How many fucking times do I have go tell you to shut up” he barked, punctuating his sentence by pulling his finger out of you and roughly pushing it back in. A cry getting caught in your throat, you managed to keep quiet by biting down on your persistently trembling bottom lip.
Again, he slid his finger in and out of you: when it became easy to sink his digit into you he added another. You could feel yourself dripping onto his fingers and down onto the bed sheets. A muffled whimper escaped your mouth and that only seemed to rile Rafe up more, as he began thrusting his digits into you harder, rocking your body with every motion of his hand. His thumb ghosting lightly over your clit, before rolling the bud under his finger.
A moan clawed its way up your throat and out into the open, though he said nothing, Rafe leaned down and caught your lips in a bruising kiss, shoving his tongue back into your mouth.
He sped up his ministrations on your cunt, finger curling and hitting spots that had you shamefully wet. You didn't want this, but your body was betraying you, reacting to everything he's doing to you.
You felt your cunny squeeze around his finger, suck them in greedily. Rafe pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily. “You're gonna cum already?” He asked almost mockingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue.
Shaking your head quickly, you knew it was a lie. The tightening feeling in your stomach, the way you could feel yourself throbbing around his fingers. You were sure he could feel it too.
“Liar” was all he said before drawing tight small circles on your clit, fingers moving faster, if possible. It didn't take long before the tightening feeling in your core snapped; a long whimper escaping your bruised lips.
Your hands gripped the duvet covering the bed, thighs attempting to close without success. Heavy breaths leaving your mouth.
Your core tightened around the fingers inside of you, still pushing you through your high.
Slowing his movements down but never completely stopping, he looked at you intensely: watching every face you made in your post-orgasm state.
He practically ripped his fingers out of you, and removed the shirt he wore. Leaning over you, one hand next to your head to steady himself, the other grabbing the base of his cock and moving to slide the tip through your folds, spreading your slick against the crown of it.
“You should be thanking me,” he said, pressing his cock-head harder against your core, just enough pressure make you squirm.
With the remaining energy you had, you looked into his eyes and sneered, ”Fuck you “ through gritted teeth.
Thrusting into you in one quick motion, he laughed, “No, I'm fucking you. “ A sharp cry was forced out of you, more tears rushing down your face. It didn't matter how wet you were, it felt like he was splitting you in two.
Giving you no time to adjust before he gripped one of your hips and harshly started rutting into you with reckless abandon. Your cunt was throbbing with pain you'd never felt before.
“Rafe! Stop, it hurts!” You cried out, your hands letting go of the duvet to push at his chest.
Again he laughed, “Good, maybe you'll learn to keep that mouth of yours shut” he seemed genuinely amused by the pain you were in, the pain he was putting you through.
The burning sensation between your legs was unbelievable, but what was even more unimaginable was when the sharp ache between your legs was replaced with pleasure that was spreading through you like wildfire, igniting every nerve in your body.
A moan ripped through the air, instead of pushing at this chest you resorted to digging your nails into his biceps, the only thing you could manage in your state.
“What a whore” he groaned, leaning down and taking one of your nipples in his mouth; releasing it, then nipping roughly at the bud. Another soft moan left your lips. “You fucking love this, I feel the way your pussy is pulling me in” he said, leaned closer into you, watching as tears slid down your rosy face.
“Fuck” he grunted, leaning down and catching your lips in his again. The kiss was scorching hot, melting almost. Your lungs left empty from the way he was fucking into you, now you thought you were going to asphyxiate.
He started to trail the kiss to the corner of your lips, to your cheek, down your neck to then start sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, leaving hickeys in his wake. More low moans and whimpers spilling from your mouth the longer he's inside of you.
“Rafe… please” you whined, hips bucking upwards involuntarily, your eyes screwed shut from the unwanted pleasure coursing through your veins.
“That's it, fuckin’ beg for it” he growled, hips slamming into you at a brutal pace. Lifting himself to lean back on his haunches he gripped your hips and dragged you down onto his cock to meet his thrusts.
Sweat gathering at your hairline, too fucked out to do anything other than lay there and take it. One hand left your hip to start drawing random shapes on your clit.
“Rafe…don't” you gasped, your orgasm building up quicker than the last. Your throat hurt still from his earlier treatment of it, and your strained moans only came to irritate it more.
“I'll do as I fucking please” he snarled, giving you a particularly rough thrust to get his point across. Beads of sweat snaked down his forehead as he continued to fuck you hard enough to make the bed sway back and forth.
An incoherent moan left your lips as the first waves of your orgasm washed over you, drowning in a sea of pleasure you never asked for.
His thrusts were becoming sloppy and his pace long forgotten, his only goal was reaching his peak.
Before long his hips stilled, his cock sunk as deep it would go, kissing your most sensitive spot when warmth spread through your cunt as he filled you with his seed, dripping out from around him and onto the bed below.
Your eyes widened as you looked at Rafe like he had two heads, “D-Did you-” disbelief filled you as he smirked down at you with that same mirthful smile.
“What do you think, baby?” his use of the pet name making you sick, his cock still deep inside of you.
Moving in every way to try and squirm back from him, all he did was press you into the mattress by your hips and muttered a simple, “I'm not done yet”
𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 - ghostface (ex bf) rafe cameron x fem!reader
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: You wake up in the middle of the night with a sight you could have definitely gone without...
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: DEAD DOVE (DO NOT EAT), smut, dub-con, brief somnophilia, bj, fingering, hj, cunnilingus, gun, gun-play, light choking,
ᴡᴏʀᴅᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2k+ words
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Minors DO NOT interact
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A moan itches at her throat. A tear rumbles beneath her eyelid. A beg tickles on her tongue. All as he stared up at her–to his beautiful prize. And she isn’t even awake to know it. He caresses every conceivable whimper out of her until her stirs become shivers; his fingers continue pumping through her, thick and punishing. Until her blood ran hot with desire. Until he could feel her growing wetness for him. Her quivering core. Oh how he wanted her as he placed the gun carefully on her bedside and let the blood of his cloak stain her sheets. A moan lodges in his throat at the thought of his sweet love awakening, awakening to blink those pretty puppy eyes up at her ceiling until all of a sudden an orgasm rocks through her as hard as a ship. As hard as the fucking titanic, oh how badly he wants you to reach that iceberg as you find him between your legs. Rafe kisses her thigh wetly, lips plump and pleading. “Oh, sweet baby, open those pretty eyes for me.” His voice sings through the grin on his lips. “My sweet, sweet baby…” Quiet chuckles bubble in his throat as a whine slips from your own. Then your eyelashes flutter open as if summoned by his will. Rafe can’t hide the amused snicker that passes him. Your lip twitches as you come to, eyes flickering across the dark room as your brows cinch. “That’s it.” Rafe coos. That is the trigger that wrenches a gasp from your body. Your eyes snap to his tan face, sandy hair and curling grin but when you are just about to scream–Rafe’s gloved hand slaps against your mouth with a roughness you had never felt before and holds it there. “Don’t do it, baby, you don’t wanna upset me right now.” He murmurs and kisses down your warm neck. It was just as addictive as he had imagined it to be.
Breath heavies in your throat. It coils and thickens and suffocates but you can do nothing to stop it when panic seizes your chest so abruptly. When your ex-boyfriend’s hand is gripping around your wrists with the strength to bruise. “It’s alright…I’m here now.” He doesn’t seem to appreciate your squirming, only squeezing you harder in response. He clenches his jaw. “Hey now! I gutted that little boytoy of yours, I can gut you just as easily so don’t fucking scream.” The words strew out like a long-drawn hiss. Something built up. Something rotting…Until a whimper escapes you and his hands weaken. The threat barely registers. “Aw, baby don’t cry…Aw, I don’t want you to cry, I just want you to be my good girl, yeah? Make us both happy. That’s all I want.” You hadn’t even noticed the slipping tears until his deft kisses were licking them onto his tongue…Maybe you missed him more than you let on… Or maybe he was right. Maybe he was your silent addiction afterall. Slowly, his hands loosen but the smirk on his face twitches in uncertainty. You don’t move. You don’t breathe. He grins. “That’s it.” The hand that was once around your mouth sweeps over your body slowly. Your brows pinch tighter and another whimper escapes–Rafe couldn’t be harder. It strains against his thighs and the black cloak around him. A grunt presses against his tightly closed lips while his fingers curl into you. He delights in the sharp sounds that slip through your own.
Shit he wants to fuck you.
And he isn’t going to let anybody take you away from him.
Not again.
Not ever.
So his fingertips tickle up your thighs which are beginning to thrash at the featherlight stimulations because it was never about hurting you–oh no. Rafe Cameron is powerful and he likes to take advantage of that power. He has the inexplicable need to make you see that power. To feel it. To fear it. To desire and long for it. For it to make those pretty little thighs slick with wetness. For you to be ashamed of that wetness. And finally, he wants for you to cry as you bob on the beast he calls his cock. A moan rumbles at the mere thought alone and Rafe’s tongue plunges into that wet, spongy little cunt, having finally reached it. The taste sparks starvation, not hunger, it tickles him more than cocaine ever did. More than anything ever had. Oh his sweet little drug, his sweet little girl. All his. A cry bursts from your mouth when his nails dig deep into your flesh, when they drive into your skin and hunt for those sharp sounds. Six months, he had been deprived of this, six fucking months without this because of your ‘boundaries’, you cunt. No, no, not you, no he would never think such thoughts. He blinks them away like the devil. No you’re his good girl, right? His final girl. His grin returns, twisting like a man mad as he suckles the sweet bud of pleasure. Your legs curl, he can feel it, the way they tense, the way they plead, the way they beg for him. He complies, wrapping the limbs over his shoulders and moaning when you tighten them. He knows what you are doing–he would be a fool not to but he cares not when he knows you’ll be back to ‘normal’ in time passed. He’ll make sure of it.
Panic submerges your psyche. It boils it until the only screams you let escape are the ones he wants from you. The ones that do not frighten you. Ones of pleasure. Six months ago was the beginning of everything. The beginning of freedom. The beginning of regret. And finally, the beginning of the end. Because you both knew where this tale would loop back to. Two years were over six months ago. Where they had torn apart Rafe’s mind until it left nothing but a nasty fury–your own mind had been opened. Gone were the smothering hands and latching grips. It had taken time for the bruises to go…for the marks that once lathered on your hips with the normality of a tattoo to fade until they met the same shade as your flesh. For the first time you had been perfectly entitled to go to a party without someone breathing down your neck and monitoring your alcohol. For the first time you had been able to go to a store without a honk blaring in your ears. For the first time, you were able to feel fresh. Anew. But you both knew where this tale would loop back to…
Your breath hitches in and out, only pleasing Rafe more. You hiss as his nails bury in your skin. You hiss as a Rafe ruts his own hips against your bed–the one in which you had always refused to let him take you. Of course that had never stopped him fucking you anywhere else now. But you knew what this was about, the second you opened your eyes and saw the devil in his. This was more than getting you back. This was more than fucking you. This was about making you understand who you belong to. And if you weren’t going to see that? He’d make you. You wince as he finally pulls away from your pretty little pussy. His hand slaps it abruptly–a yelp bursts from you. He only chuckles back. “Good girl.” He purrs before suckling on your thigh again, replacing all your faded marks with fresh ones. With his eyes wound shut and hazy expression, you take your chance. With trepidation, your hand reaches as slow as a tortoise to the bedside. To the gun. You hold your breath as your fingers just about brush the side and then– “Don’t.” Rafe interrupts with a grunt and a hand suddenly whipping to snatch your wrist. Your eyes snap to his head. The rest of him hasn’t moved an inch. His lips are sucking at your thigh again until they pop away. His eyes flicker up to yours with a coldness. A standstill. Both of you willing the other to break first. To break at all.
But then your arm softens. It only takes half a moment for Rafe to twist it painfully back until you’re whining. He kneels up on the bed–using your height difference against you–and uses the other hand to quickly clasp around your throat. It tightens as your eyes widen, his own narrow. “Don’t think you can outsmart me,” He snaps through gritted teeth. “Or else it’s going to be more than your friends who meet Mr. Ghostface.” You blink once, twice, thrice and then…His lips twitch. “Oh sweetheart,” He jogs your head slightly like a toy in his hand. “Haven’t you worked it out yet? Is my sweet baby really so dumb? Aw, don’t worry, your boyfriend’s here now, here to teach you all the stuff that silly brain can’t comprehend.” Your mouth goes dry as he reaches behind him to something you can’t see. It’s too dark. And so he flicks your lamp on–the peach light cocooning. Rafe Cameron rises a long thin mask up until it rests beside his face. He tilts his head mockingly. “Surprised?” The blood drains from yourself as you face off with the infamous Ghostface mask which had turned your short-lived freedom to horror over the past two and a half weeks. Your face, pale and frightened, almost flinches at the sight. “Don’t worry,” He coos. “I’m not gonna hurt you, and neither is he.” He puppeteers the mask as it stares back at you. “Just so long as you’re my good girl. Can you be my good girl?” The grip on your neck tightens but you nod despite it. A whimper tumbles through you. He smirks. “Then show me.”
Rafe’s hands leave you in favour of his belt. Without his stability holding you upright, you drop back into the bed. He doesn’t care though as he fishes his cock out of his pants and jerks it. He sinks his teeth into his lower lip and hisses as the thick pink rod points at you with silent threats. Your hand is trembling but this is a game you have known before and you cannot help but yearn for the familiar salty taste that is yet to come. You part your lips but– “Uh uh.” Rafe scolds teasingly as he looks down at you, at those pretty doe eyes that look practically desperate for him. “You gotta earn that, sunshine. I don’t just let any old bitch taste my cock and you’ve been a little shit tonight.” A quiver rolls through you as you reach for it. Rafe hums in approval as your fingers wrap around the girth and roll it back and forth. You whimper as your own pace quickens and Rafe’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. He flicks the hand that still wields his weapon–pressing the gun’s muzzle against your forehead. You freeze. “Quicker.” He demands, power flowing through his veins as need reverberates through his grunts. You preen at the danger, at the debauchery…He knew you missed him, really. “My good little slut, yeah? Gonna be a little slut for your boyfriend?” He’s smirking, teasing and curious all at once. Your hesitation drops his smile. He cocks his gun–stiffening you. You nod suddenly with a tremble. “Good girl.” He grunts. “Now, say it.” You swallow.
“I’m gonna be your good little slut, just yours, just your good little slut!” You blurt. Rafe nods, relaxing as he brushes some of your hair away with the gun. He nods.
“Yes you are…”
His brows lower as he contemplates. The thoughts whir slowly in his mind before he stuffs the gun under your mattress. Your hair stands on its end and his hands are snappy to curl into your hair. He pulls you up by it meanly. You wince. “Tell me again.”
“I’m…I’m your good little slut.”
“Not that bit.” You hesitate at the command. His face sterns. “You know which.” It is this moment that will sear in your mind forever as the moment you gave up.
“Just yours, Rafe…I’m just yours.” He nods as though the answer is obvious but then the air that passes through his nose resembles relief. His smile stretches.
“Knew it.” He sighs before pushing your head by his pelvis. “Now be a good slut and take your reward before I change my mind.” You don’t have to be asked twice before your lips lock around his cock and your tongue dart under it to lick along those familiar ridges. Rafe’s jaw unlocks as your warm mouth sucks him like a vow. He supposes it is and he wouldn’t want it any other way. His fingers curl into your hair and tug encouragingly. Your mind slowly fades as your eyes fall down and so do your defences. Maybe he was right…maybe being Rafe’s really is all you need, the thought passes your dazed head as his hot cum gushes into your mouth. You can be his good girl for one more day, can’t you?
He can only hope you don’t scream too much on the way home…
A/N: I might do a part 2 to this but I'm not set yet so let me know what you all think
