#kelce

[spankyourlocalbrat]

Can u pls do bull! Rafe x reader and cuck topper and kelce? They could be in the next room or Rafe facetiming them during it🫢

pov. rafe just loves having a hot girlfriend.

notes. this idea is so fun to me! thank you so very much for requesting this, i love how your head works. i finished this so fast, soon as i saw this request i was literally inspired #fastdelivery

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, foreplay, fingering, cussing, voyeurism, recording during sex, no proof read, teasing, praising, bonus at the end

you knew rafe’s friends wanted you. he made sure of that.

to rafe, his girlfriend wasn’t just a girlfriend, you were a trophy. a prize, something to parade, to claim, to flaunt. he loved showing you off at parties, his hand possessive on your waist, his smirk sharp whenever topper or kelce stared a second too long.

but, of course, rafe was never satisfied with just looking. he loved rubbing it in their faces. he spoiled them with little erotic glimpses of you.

like earlier, you were in the kitchen, bringing the boys fresh drinks in that tiny skirt he loved. you bent over the counter on purpose, the hem riding up just enough, the boys already looking.

rafe didn’t even hesitate. he stepped to the side of you but still being behind you, facing the boys, slowly pulling the skirt up over your ass with one rough hand, to tease, exposing your uncovered ass panties to the living room where topper and kelce were sitting.

“fuck, look at that,” rafe drawled, his palm smoothing over your bare skin, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. “this is what you two idiots jerk off thinking about, right?” rafe taunted, looking over at the boys.

you smile, looking over your shoulder at the boys, biting your lip. your hips roll slowly, teasingly, before you stop and start shaking your ass side to side in that filthy little rhythm you knew drove them crazy.

the recoil made topper swallow. rafe chuckles, his palm stays on your ass, squeezing hard to leave a mark. rafe moves fully behind you, making the meeting of your ass against his dick still visible to them while he grinds his hardening cock against your ass.

“look at her,” rafe says, voice thick with arrogance as he stares straight at topper and kelce. “you two pathetic fucks wish this was yours, don’t you? bet you’re already getting hard just watching me play with my girl.” he laughed to himself.

topper shifts on the couch, eyes glued to the way rafe’s hand disappears under your skirt again, fingers slipping between your thighs to rub over your soaked panties. kelce’s face is flushed, jaw tight, but he doesn’t look away.

rafe smirks and moves to the side for them to see him tugging your panties to the side, exposing your glistening pussy to the room. two thick fingers drag slowly up your slit, spreading your wetness while he keeps you bent over the counter.

“fuck, she’s dripping,” he taunts, holding his shiny fingers up so they can see. “this pussy gets like this for me every single time. you think she’d ever get this wet for either of you losers?” he questioned.

he pushes his fingers back inside you without warning, curling them deep as his other hand keeps kneading your ass. you moan softly, pushing back against his hand, and rafe laughs, arousal coated in his tone.

“yeah, that’s it, baby. show them how good you look when i touch you.” he pumps his fingers faster, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “tell them who this pussy belongs to.” he commands, you gasp, voice shaky with pleasure, “it’s yours, rafe…”

he rewards you by slapping your ass hard enough to make it jiggle, then soothing the sting with his palm while still fingering you.

“that’s right. mine. and you two get to sit there like the sad little losers you are, watching me play with what you’ll never have.” rafe teased.

the teasing didn’t stop there, it never does. rafe always takes it to another level, and his friends would be liars if they said they didn’t like how extreme he was.

rafe dragged you down the hall and into his bedroom, shutting the door hard but not locking it. he pushed you onto the bed on your back, crawling over you with that cocky smirk. his hands were everywhere, teasing you slowly like he wanted the boys in the living room to hear every single sound.

he kissed down your neck, one hand sliding up your skirt to rub your pussy over your soaked panties. “so fucking wet already, yeah?” he murmured against your skin, pressing two thick fingers against your clit and circling lazily. you whimpered, hips rolling up into his touch.

in the living room topper shifted on the couch, his ears open and hearing everything that was going on. kelce swallowed hard, leaning forward. the boy’s eyes meeting as they listened.

rafe pushed your top up, sucking on your tits while his fingers kept teasing your pussy, dipping just the tip of one finger inside before pulling back out. he loved making you squirm. “gonna stretch this tight little pussy on my cock,” he said loud enough for them to hear. “you want it?” he toyed.

you nodded and he played with your hair next, fingers threading through it gently at first, then gripping a handful and tugging your head back so he could look down at you. you moaned louder. he smiled and spit directly into your open mouth, watching you swallow it with hazy eyes.

“good girl,” he praised, finally pushing two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them while his thumb rubbed your clit. the wet sounds were loud and filthy.

topper looked away from kelce’s gaze, sighing out his nose to attempt to relax his body and the juices flowing.

kelce’s face was flushed.

rafe kept pumping his fingers, scissoring them to stretch you, all while still gripping your hair. “hear that, baby? they’re listening to every moan i pull out of you.” he added a third finger, making you cry out at the stretch. “feel how big my hand is? wait till you feel my cock.”

minutes later, still knuckle deep in your pussy and playing with your hair, rafe grabbed his phone and facetimed topper. topper answered, kelce right beside him, both of them staring at the screen.

rafe angled the camera down so they could see his fingers sliding in and out of your dripping pussy. he spread you open with his fingers, showing them how wet and stretched you were.

“look at this shit,” rafe taunted, voice low and smug. he slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed them back in deeper, making you moan loudly. “this pussy is mine. you two pathetic fucks just get to sit there and listen… or watch if you’re lucky.” rafe taunted.

he leaned down and spit into your mouth again while still fingering you, then tugged your hair so you arched for the camera. “tell them whose pussy this is, baby.” rafe coos. you gasped, voice shaky, “yours, rafe… only yours.” you moaned.

rafe laughed darkly, eyes locked on his friends’ humiliated faces.

rafe ended the call after teasing them a little longer, tossing the phone aside. he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up so you were face down ass up on the bed. he gripped a handful of your hair, tugging your head back as he lined up his thick cock against your entrance.

“you ready for me, baby?” he asked, rubbing the fat head up and down your soaked slit, teasing you even more. you nodded desperately, pushing back against him.

he pushed in slowly, stretching you open. you gasped sharply, breathing heavy as the sheer size of him made your walls flutter and struggle. “rafe— fuck, you’re so big,” you whimpered, fingers clutching the sheets. “it’s too much… you’re splitting me open.” you squeal.

rafe groaned, pinning you down harder with one strong hand between your shoulder blades, keeping your upper body pressed into the mattress while your ass stayed up for him. “take this dick like a good girl.” he whispered to you, teasingly.

he kept pushing deeper, inch by inch, until he bottomed out. you were panting, trying to adjust to the stretch, but he didn’t give you long. he started fucking you in deep, steady strokes, the wet slap of his hips against your ass echoing through the room.

“oh my god— rafe it’s so fucking big,” you moaned loudly, voice breaking. “i can feel you in my stomach… please— give me more.” you beg.

rafe smirked, tightening his grip in your hair as he picked up speed, pounding into you harder. the headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust. in the living room, topper and kelce could hear everything; your desperate moans, the filthy wet sounds, rafe’s low grunts.

topper muttered under his breath, and kelce was breathing hard, eyes fixed on the hallway.

rafe leaned over you, still pinning you down with one hand while the other reached around to rub your clit. he spit into your open mouth again when you turned your head, watching you swallow it with teary eyes. “beg for it louder, baby. let them hear how much you love my cock.” he said.

“please rafe! fuck me harder,” you cried out, tears starting to spill down your cheeks from how overwhelming it felt. the pleasure was too intense, his size hitting every spot perfectly. “i need it— you’re so deep, so big… i’m gonna cum—” your body shook as you cried harder, tears soaking the sheets while he kept railing you, never letting up. rafe groaned at the sight, tugging your hair tighter and spitting on your tongue one more time.

“that’s it, cry on my dick like a good little slut. this pussy was made for me. only me.” he possessively said.

rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly, his hand still pinning you down firmly between your shoulder blades while the other stayed tangled in your hair, tugging just right. every deep thrust made you feel impossibly full, his thick cock stretching you wide and hitting so deep it made your eyes roll back.

“rafe— fuck— it’s too big, you’re so deep,” you sobbed, tears streaming down your face as the pleasure built unbearably. your whole body was shaking, pussy clenching around his massive dick. “i can’t— i’m gonna cum— please don’t stop—” you plead.

“cum on my cock then, baby,” rafe growled, spitting into your open mouth again as you moaned. you swallowed it desperately, crying harder from how good it felt. “let them hear what a real orgasm sounds like from you.”

your orgasm hit you like a wave. you screamed his name, body convulsing as your pussy gushed around him, walls fluttering and squeezing his thick length so tight. the tears wouldn’t stop, your breathing ragged and broken as you shook underneath him, completely lost in it.

“that’s my good girl,” rafe groaned, fucking you through it, the wet sounds even louder now. in the living room topper was gripping the couch cushion, face red. kelce looked wrecked, shifting uncomfortably because of how hard he was.

rafe’s thrusts grew sloppier, harder, his grip in your hair tightening as he chased his own release. “gonna fill this pussy up,” he panted, leaning down to spit on your tongue one last time. “take every drop like you always do.”

with a deep, guttural moan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, thick ropes of cum flooding deep inside you. he kept grinding slow and deep, making sure you took everything while you whimpered and twitched underneath him, still coming down from your own intense orgasm.

rafe finally slowed, breathing heavy, still buried inside you as he stroked your hair gently now. “good fucking girl” from the living room, the boys stayed quiet, both of them clearly affected by every sound they’d just heard.

notes. and yes you guys deserve a bonus to this, did the requester ask?? no. but ily

rafe was leaned back against the couch, legs spread wide in that cocky manspread, his thick thighs locking yours open so you couldn’t close them even if you wanted to. you were sitting between his legs, back pressed to his chest, head tilted all the way back against his shoulder. one of his big hands was tangled gently in your hair, stroking and playing with it while the other was between your thighs, slowly playing with your soaked pussy.

his phone was propped up on the coffee table, recording everything in perfect view.

“that’s it, baby… just relax for me,” rafe murmured sweetly against your ear, voice low and affectionate as two thick fingers circled your clit lazily. “look how pretty you are like this. my good girl.” he adds.

you whimpered, hips twitching as he dipped his fingers lower and pushed them inside you. the stretch made you moan softly, squirming against his hold. his strong thighs kept your legs spread wide, completely exposed for the camera…for topper and kelce.

“shh, i know it feels big,” he cooed, kissing the side of your neck while slowly pumping his fingers deeper. “but you can take it, can’t you? this tight little pussy always takes what i give her.” he curled his fingers, rubbing that perfect spot inside you, and you cried out, body jerking.

rafe tightened his grip in your hair, not tugging hard, just holding you in place against his shoulder so the camera caught every expression on your face. he leaned in and spit gently into your open mouth, smiling when you swallowed it with a needy little moan.

“good girl,” he praised softly, fingers moving faster now, wet sounds filling the room. “you’re getting so close already, huh? i can feel you squeezing me.” he taunted. your breathing grew heavier, thighs trying to snap shut but unable to because of his manspreading legs pinning you open. “rafe— fuck, it’s too much—”

“i got you, baby,” he whispered tenderly, still playing with your hair while his fingers fucked you deeper. “cum for me. let it happen. i wanna see how pretty you look when you fall apart on my hand.” he continued.

your orgasm crashed over you hard. you squirmed and cried out, head pressing back against his shoulder as your pussy clenched and gushed around his thick fingers. tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, body shaking uncontrollably in his hold.

rafe kept his thighs locked tight around yours, holding you wide open for the camera the whole time. “there she is… such a good fucking girl cumming so pretty for me,” he murmured sweetly, slowing his fingers but not pulling them out, letting you ride it out while he stroked your hair gently. “that’s my baby.” he comments.

he kissed your temple softly as you came down, still recording every twitch and whimper. “gonna send this to the boys later,” he said with a quiet smirk, voice still warm against your ear. “let them see exactly how i take care of what’s mine.”

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toxic!childhoodbsf!fratboy!rafe cameron x kook!reader 🪽 cw: implied child abuse, toxic rafe, swearing, mentions of y/n

you learned at an early age that rafe never liked going home.

he didn't have to say it, not aloud atleast but it was obvious from the start that his life wasn't as clean cut and perfect as his family always presented it to be.

you originally met him because you lived opposite him in figure eight. when ward would go out for "business" and rose would go with him, leaving sarah and him alone, the cameron's would often pay your parents a decent amount to take care of them while they were gone. sarah would always dip down to the beach with your father, always leaving you and rafe by yourselves.

at first it was awkward, but like gravity you two soon found your footing. and it then became tradition for the two of you to spend time together, when your house was just you and rafe's.

even though the pair of you didn't go to the same school, every year for the next seven, until you guys were fifteen - the year that everything changed - he'd be the first on your birthday list, the one you always went over to when you scraped your knee.

sometimes, too, he would come over to your house in the evening. and whenever your mother would offer for him to stay for dinner, he'd swallow and pale and shake his head. "thank you but no thank you, ms y/l/n" he'd say, as you'd walk with him out. even at eight, he was eerily polite. "my father won't like it."

you weren't smart, then. you'd never understand why mr cameron wouldn't allow it. he seemed like a respectable man and so you saw no harm in asking. "why won't your father like it?" you'd asked. and to that, rafe would only give a thin-lipped smile and shrug. "he's always been funny." when your face would crinkle, he'd nudge you. "another time though, i'm sure."

that 'another time' never came.

the year you moved was when everything changed.

by this time, you and rafe were both fifteen. times had adapted, and you were no longer two children but teenagers. rafe hadn't gotten any better at hiding his father's abuse: often, he'd come over to yours with long-sleeves, even in the scorching summer, and when you'd question it, he'd just say that it was the most comfortable he was with it. but you weren't as blind then.

rafe had also grown to be undeniably handsome. sometimes, when the two of you would lie by each other's side on your roof, you'd have to put your hands over your eyes, insisting that it was the sun, just to restrain yourself from staring at him. but as often as that happened, you'd be worried of confessing your feelings.

rafe was your best friend, not your fucking boyfriend. but sometimes, when you'd hug him by and he'd rest his temple against yours, it didn't really feel like it.

a few months after that back and forth, your parents had decided to move. it wasn't one of their best decisions, but they'd found business elsewhere. and as soon as they told you, your first thought was immediately: rafe.

you never told him. how could you? you knew you was his only sanctuary from whatever happened behind closed doors with his father, and you were too cowardly to see his reaction when you'd say that you were leaving.

so it never happened, and he never knew, not until the day you actually left. your parents were already in the car, boxes loaded up, and when they saw rafe they exchanged a look before leaving you by yourself outside.

"the fuck is this?" rafe said roughly. he had a buzzcut then and he squinted at you.

you felt your heart plummet to your feet. "rafe —"

his eyes scanned over the van with the words 'MOVING' plastered right across it. "the fuck?" he repeated, eyes incredolous. "you're moving?"

when there was nothing but silence, he scoffed. "and you never told me?"

"i didn't want you to —"

"i can't believe you. you're my best-friend and you couldn't even tell me?"

you see your mother look at you from out the window, her message clear. you had a plane to catch and also a best friend to leave behind. "look, i'll be back within a few years. i'll —"

he stepped so close to you that you could see the faint bruise on his cheek. "bullshit. you're leaving me here." his voice cracked. "with him."

"i'll come back, rafe, i promise —"

"yeah, they all fucking promise, don't they?" he ran a hand over his face and when he looked back at you, his face softened. "please don't leave me, y/n."

"there's nothing i can do, rafe. i'm so sorry —"

"you're not." he snapped, and you forgot how fast his mood changed until he did that. always happy and then angry the next. "you're not, don't say that, you're —"

unable to stand it anymore, you shook your head. "bye, rafe."

just as you turned, his hand clamped around your wrist and tugged you so close to him that your head almost slammed into his chest. he was so fucking close that you had the stupidest thought that he was going to kiss you.

but he didn't. "please. you can't leave me."

"i'm sorry, rafe."

he didn't say anything. when you extracted his hand from yours, he shook his head. "fuck you, y/n. you're like all of them." and before you could even ask what that meant, he was already walking away.

and now here you are, in the present, coming back to outer banks after two years. business didn't work out as well as it should've for your parents, and as you're helping move boxes back up the familiar steps that you once sat with rafe on, you can't help but look over at his house.

it's the exact same, maybe with some peeling paint but the literal exact same. same neatly trimmed bush, closely cutt grass and a sense that you were pretty unwelcome there.

"you'll see rafe later, hm?" your mom says nicely, and you just nod, because she still doesn't know that it ended badly between you two.

"yeah, i'll pay him a visit."

the next time you see him, it's at a frat party.

you didn't even know he was going to be there. one of your new friends, kiara cerrara, invited you over, and as you're navgiating yourself to get one of those red solo cups, you see him.

and it's not the same rafe you left behind.

for one, he has curtain bangs now instead of the buzzcut you once adored. he's leaning against a counter, the lighting dark, but you can see it on his face. maybe because you grew up with him, or maybe because even at your age, whenever rafe drank, he was always an open book.

his eyes meet yours at the exact same time you look at him. for a split second, there's nothing. just the music playing in the background of the party, both of you holding your plastic cups. and then you're moving over to him and he's watching, like he's uncertain if he should punch or kiss you.

"y/n." he says, and his voice has changed, too. more rougher and abrasive, like he'd been screaming. "the last person i thought i'd see."

"hi, rafe." you say, but it comes out weak because this isn't the rafe you'd expected to see.

"what you doing back here?" he sets his cup down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, but you can't mistake the condescending tone. "would've thought your ass was long gone from here."

"my parents —"

"yeah, always about them, wasn't it?" he says, that tone more prominent in him now. "always about what they wanted."

"rafe —"

"don't fucking 'rafe' me." he snaps coldly. "you left me there, you know that? left me in that fucking house to wherever god knows what happened."

"i didn't know —"

"yes you did. don't fucking say that. everyone knew. still does, and no one does a thing."

"i was just a child, i didn't know anything then." but even the argument sounds weak, because you knew, but you was as scared as he was.

"so was i." his voice cracks, and he looks away, jaw flexing. "look, y/n, it's nice to see you around but i —"

"i'm sorry," you burst out. sometimes you'd rehearse this in your head: the apology. and it'd appeared more on the plane back here. "i'm so sorry, rafe, because i did know. i do. and i didn't know what to do, because it was weird and i should've told you but i didn't because i —"

"i don't care, y/n." he says dryly, already turning away. "i don't care. it's too fucking late."

"don't say that." you say almost desperately. "it's not. let me make it up to you."

he snorts. "how?"

"just —" unable to express anything, you just hug him.

you've always been an affectionate person. you don't overthink it: instead, you wrap your arms around him and just rest your head over his chest. he smells like weed and alcohol but you ignore it all.

he's still, but then only one of his arms comes around your shoulders before finally the other wraps around your waist. there's silence, just the thrum of the party, before he presses his forehead to yours. "i fucking needed you, y/n."

"i'm sorry."

"you were the only person who knew."

and so then, it doesn't happen all at once. that would be too easy, and rafe is everything but that. because the second time you see him, he's snorting a line in a party, his eyes dilated to wide while he's in a polo that he keeps roughly tugging at his neck.

"rafe." you almost have to scream at him so he can hear you above the music.

his eyes dilate even further when he sees you. you try to ignore how that makes you feel as he chucks a few bills on the table and stands up. "y/n."

"since when do you do lines?" you say, almost a little hurt.

"since always. you'd know that if you'd fucking been there."

he's still hurt. of course he is, and yet it still lands so wrong you can't help the involuntary wince. "i thought we got over it."

"oh yeah, baby, we have. but y'know, shit still stings."

"rafe," you say quietly, "i think you need help."

he leans down, tapping his ear, "what was that, baby?"

"you need help."

"oh yeah, which you could've provided me with."

"for fuck's sake, you could've helped yourself too." you snap.

his eyes light up, as if he's been waiting for you to say that. "there she is. cause of course you’d say that. it’s easier to blame me than admit you left me there."

your jaw drops. "it wasn't my fault, rafe. that's not fai r."

he lets out a hollow laugh. "fair? you wanna talk about fair now? where was that when i was still stuck there and you were gone? you didn’t fight it either," he shoots back. "you didn’t even look back."

"that’s not true —"

"then where were you?" his voice cuts through yours. "huh? all that time, where were you?"

"i thought you were okay," you say, weaker now, though that's definetly not ture. "no one told me anything."

"yeah, that’s convenient," he mutters. "just assume everything’s fine so you don’t have to feel guilty."

your frustration spikes. "i didn’t know, rafe! what was i supposed to do from miles away?"

"anything," he snaps. "a call, a message — something. but no, you just moved on like none of it mattered."

"that’s not what happened!"

"it is from where i’m standing," he says coldly. "you got your fresh start, and i got left behind."

you shake your head. "you’re acting like i had some kind of choice. i didn’t."

"there’s always a choice," he says. "you just picked the one that was easiest for you."

that stings, and he knows it. "you don’t get to blame me for everything that went wrong in your life," you fire back. "i wasn’t even there."

"exactly," he says, quieter now, but sharper. "you weren’t there." the words hang between you. "and you never came back."

you swallow. "i didn’t think you’d even want me to."

he gives a small, bitter smile. "guess that made it easier, didn’t it?"

"fine." you say, "i'm leaving."

his smile immediately drops and he lunges for your wrist, nails digging into yours as he yanks you towards him. "wait, don't leave."

as your so close to his face now, that your noses are brushing, you can't help but feel how close you guys are to kissing. how close it was like this when you left him, the catalyst of all this.

"i'm just bitter, okay? i missed you, and you're back, and it's the, um, — " he taps the side of his head "— its just the drugs saying shit. but i promise, you've only — "

"rafe."

"and, look, meet me when i'm sober and when i'm not all riled up and shit."

"rafe. i meant it when i said you need help."

he just blinks at you like he can't even believe you'd go there. "okay. okay, whatever. i'm just saying that it — it fucking hurts, okay?"

"did you take alchohol too?" you ask, almost desperately, but his grip is iron clad.

"yes. yes, and look. look at me, y/n. i love you."

heat rushes to your face. you always suspected, always knew, but you never wanted it to come out like this. and that it is, is . . . humiliating. "rafe — "

"i love you. i'm in love with you. i've loved you forever. forgive me, please." when you shake your head, he bends down to your level. "what, baby? you don't love me?"

"you know that's not true." you snap harshly.

he blinks, mouth slightly parted as he scans your eyes. it seems as if he's finally sobered up. "you love me?"

"you think i'd be putting up with your bullshit otherwise?"

his face both tightens and relaxes. why is it impossible to figure him out? and, for another moment, you think he's going to kiss you. but then he shakes his head, steps back into the chests of topper and kelce, who are already there, then just walks off, leaving you alone.

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a/n: i really like this so far, anyone intersted in maybe a series? i tried so hard for this one

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PART TWO

[t0jismain1]

Caught!

Rafe gets caught spying on reader thru windows (feat. Topper & Kelce)

Rafe sighs again dramatically on your shared a bed as you get ready in front of him. He hates your friends and hates that you even go out with them. He’s almost entirely convinced they’re trying to find you a different man. 

“How’s this?” You give him a spin, showing off your outfit. A short black dress with a low cut. But to Rafe, you might as well be wearing a napkin. 

“Hell no, showing too much.” He protests for the fifth time that night.

“Rafe..you gotta let me wear something..” you whine, already searching for something else.

“How about you change into that slip I bought you and come get into bed with me,” Rafe smirks as you turn and stare at him unamused.

Eventually though you find something, Rafe was still hesitant, but seeing you become upset led him to giving in. A denim mini skirt with a halter top and of course with something underneath the skirt since it was just a dinner. Rafe didn’t know why you had to dress so beautifully, anyway. 

By the time you were in the car, Rafe hadn’t let go of you once, clinging onto you the whole time. A look of defeat fell on his face as you really shut the car door in front of him. It was cute, really, seeing him pout for once over nothing.

“Bye I guess.. dunno why you gotta go..” he huffs, standing like a child. “I’ll be back before 11. Make sure you feed the fish.” You smile, giving him a quick kiss before backing out of the driveway.

“Stupid fucking fish..” Rafe mumbles to himself as he walks back inside, kicking the air like a petulant child. He sighs as he stops in front of the tank, watching the various fish swim around in what he felt like was stupidly large. Why do they need 20 gallons? “Bet you don’t have to worry about losing your girl, huh?” He sighs, maybe genuinely losing his mind—he was talking to a fish, for fuck's sake. 

That was when Rafe had a brilliant plan. Maybe the fish were wiser than he thought(he’s just insane.) He immediately called Topper and Kelce to explain his master plan. 

“..you’re gonna stalk her from outside?” Kelce asked hesitantly. “Hell yeah, why wouldn’t I? It’s not like she’ll see us out there.” Rafe huffs triumphantly, believing fully in his plan. 

“Wait..us? As in me and Kelce too?” Topper says as he and Kelce look at each other. 

And that’s how they find themselves in Rafe’s truck looking into the restaurant with binoculars. “This is so stupid.” Kelce scoffs as Topper nods along. “This is low even for you Rafe, what if she catches us?” he adds.

“Shut the fuck up, both of you, they can’t see- “Rafe starts, only to be cut off by his phone ringing. You were calling. “..us” 

“Great, we’re caught. I knew this was stupid,” Kelce and Topper argue, never initially agreeing to this. “Shut up! Both of you! Just be quiet while I answer. She won’t suspect anything..” Rafe says before answering the phone.

“Hello? Baby?” Topper and Kelce hold their breath.

“Rafe. I know I don’t fucking see you and your stupid ass friends in the parking lot.” 

Silence. “What..? No..baby I’m at home,” 

“I have your location Rafe.” Fuck.. the three men sigh as they realize they’ve really been caught. “Get your ass in here or go home. But just wait til I get there. All of you.” You say before hanging up the phone. The guys sit in silence before deciding to go inside. That’ll be better than letting the anger marinate with them waiting at TannyHill right..? 

The dinner was awkward at first. The guys sitting nearby at a different table—humiliated as the girls just laugh at them. Of course as punishment for spying they had to pay for everyone, not that it was a huge deal but still, a $60 bottle of Bordeaux and everyone got dessert? For fucks sake..

Later that night, Rafe sits there pouting on the bed, trying to get you to talk to him.

“Please, baby.. I’m sorry.. I just missed you.” 

“It was barely 30 minutes, Rafe!”

“I love you too much…?” 

“You’re clingy.”

Rafe sighs as he just accepts the title. Whining as he rolls over onto you. “Then let me be clingy..don’t throw me away baby..” 

“Gosh, you are such a big baby..” You roll your eyes as you take him into your arms, resting his head on your chest. “I’m your baby..” Rafe mumbles quietly, only becoming soft like this when he was tired. 

“Mhm.. you’re my baby, I know you’re tired.. go to sleep okay?” You hum softly, running your fingers through Rafe’s hair or lack of as he drifts off with a faint ‘hmm..’, knowing he got away from trouble with you again. 

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taylor and travis announcing their engagement 😭 (26/08/25)

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[obsourie]

— THREE TO ONE

summary: being the only girl 'bsf' allowed in the toxic boys friendgroup on figure eight means you belong to all three of them.

pairings: nasty!trio kook boys x shy!kook!reader

18+ mdni. messy grammar

“you actually gonna wear that?” kelce’s voice cuts through the low hum of the outboard machine, heavy with mockery. gaze scanning to your whole body without any shame. its just funny seeing you wearing a grey zip up hoodie with denim shorts. cause, ironically and usually, you wear slutty fits infront of them—hell, or even naked. theyve seen your body. and they never miss a beat to not praise it, how could they not? they loved seeing your flustered face. plus, youve got a nice body to keep.

sometimes you wonder, what kind of best friends that see each other naked? not to mention youve fucked the three of them and suck their cocks too. they absolutely have nasty pics of you saved on each their phones too.

“i—”

“leave her alone, man.” topper’s arm shoots around your waist. holding you close and steady. pressing your ass against his cock underneath the garment intentionally. you gasped and turn your head. he looks down, eyes taking in the blown out eyes and flushed cheeks. “didnt i buy you a new bikini last night?”

you gulped, “yeah.. im wearing it, actually.”

“take them off, baby.” the command was low and raspy. it made your stomach drop. rafe leans lazily in the helm of the boat, pulling from his vape. blowing icy mint smoke out into the salty warm air. he kept his dark gaze locked to you. abandoning the wheel and walked forward. his tall and broad frame completely swallowing you. cedarwood and something spicy of his expensive cologne fills your nose.

you tensed. but you cant help to feel your cunt getting wetter, rubbing your thighs together. topper’s arm around you tightens, not in jealousy, he was smug about it. “dont make him wait,” low voice murmuring against your ear. “show him how fucking sexy you look in what i bought you.”

kelce let out a crude laugh. leaning back and manspreading onto the vinyl seat. “put on a show for us, babe. wouldnt miss any of it.”

rafe’s rough thumb pressing against your lower lip. parting your lips slightly and brushing it slowly. undressing you with his eyes. “well?” he smirked. you can hear the pulse in your ears. “strip.”

his dirty command sent a thrill down to your spine. with trembling fingers, you reached up to the zipper of your hoodie. but you couldnt bring yourself to pull it down.

youre trapped in a cage with men times bigger than you. suddenly youre very aware of topper’s arm around your waist. you could feel burning, heavy predatory gaze from the three of them. waiting for you to strip and perform for them like youre nothing but for them to play with.

well, youve worn bikinis to bonfire or boat parties. but the one youre wearing now? its a micro string bikini. the tiny triangles of silk barely covers your tits. threatening to spill out any time, only hiding your hard nipples. the strings riding high on your hips. making your plump ass and thighs pop more. the fabric only covers your puffy cunt. either way, you look sexy and slutty but, youre too shy to strip. especially not in a broad daylight like this, at a boat where any passing yacht could drift by.

every second felt longer. the predatory eyes are watching you to strip yourself. it made your skin crawl. you take too fucking long. you hesitate too much. i mean, its not like youve never strip infront of them—you have, alot of times even. but still, it all felt too much sometimes. your shaking hands still holding the zipper. biting lower lip unconciously. “im not sure if im—”

kelce let out a loud mocking sigh from the vinyl seat. “boring.” followed by a theaterical yawn. to humiliate you. you turn, a shameful flush burning spreading across your face and neck. you were so terrified and he treats it like its nothing.

“aw, you feelin’ shy now?” you even forgot topper was holding you close. his fingers digging into your waist.

“too fucking long.” rafe cuts impatiently, jaw clenching. he stood closer to you. watching his eyes go dark.

and just suddenly, he didnt ask for permission—stripped you from beside you. rough hand unzipping it down and throwing it away. he shoved the denim shorts over your hips until it pooled at your ankles.

the boat went silent.

you were completely exposed now. fingers intertwined as you fidget on them. you dont even dare to look at the three of these guys.

“holy fuck,” kelce let out a low whistle. “top, you deserve a goddamn medal for finding this.” hes practically drooling. you glanced between his spread legs, his bulge almost prominent now.

“hot, aint she?” topper’s fingers on your waist were long gone. he drifts them lower to the back of your hip now. slowly palming and cupping the fat of your ass. you went still, frozen.

“bet you were dripping bein’ our whore, huh? waiting for us to fuck you ‘til youre brain dead?” rafe gets behind you, whispered low on your ear. his hot breath makes your skin crawl.

you feel two thick fingers—and one of them with a ring, brushing against your pussy underneath the thin thong. he rubs you back and forth slowly. teasing your buds, feeling your wetness. a soft moan escaped you. you clamped both thighs while rafe’s fingers still between your thighs. but you press down harder against his fingers, chasing the friction.

topper’s arm around your waist are long gone now. he licked his lip when he watches rafe rubs your folds and your almost rolled eyes. “turn around, sweetheart. show kelce the back.”

your feet still glued. mind too hazed with lust because of how good rafe fingers are rubbing you. just then, his fingers are gone. you pouted in annoyance, not even listening at what topper said. but before you could even whine, he stepped behind you—next to rafe.

topper clicks his tongue in annoyance. “i said turn around.” he demanded, dropping the fake sweetness. he gripped both of your hips and forcefully spun you.

now your ass is facing kelce. he leaned closer in his seat. while you stare up to meet rafe and topper’s gaze. they both just smirk, eyes dark.

you feel kelce’s big hand rubbing your ass. he squeezed it hard, moving it around to watch your ass jiggle. he groans at the sight. “youve got some nice ass, slut.” he spanks you. you whimpered, body flinching. kelce tugged at the thong between your legs, then letting it go to watch the thong slap against your slick cunt.

“feels even better when im bending her over, best three hundred bucks ive ever spent indeed.” topper hooked his fingers under the string at your back. unraveling the knot in one swipe. the bikini top slid down and fell. your soft tits exposed to the air and hungry gazes now.

rafe’s fingers tangled firmly in your hair, making you feel the sharp sensation. he dragged down by your hair and making you kneel right between his legs. you look up to him, hes already fumbling with his belt. shoving his denim and boxers down. his fat cock slapping against his abs. the tip flushing, slick with pre cum. veins visible.

he rubs his dick against your cheek, wet with your humiliated tears from earlier and from his pre cum. he grunts at the sight. your expression is lewd too. you look like a fucking whore. he slides his cock from your cheek, tapping against your lips.

“suck.”

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[sexilene]

thinking about rafe, topper, and kelce, helping to teach you how to drive….

you were about to be gifted a pretty new car for your birthday but you still didn’t know how to drive so the boys said they’d help teach you! you stood in the shade picking at your nails as the boys planned an easy enough route for you to practice on without hitting anything or anyone. 

“can we get going pleaseee, you guys can trust me- i read a car manual once, i know how things work….”

“fine, we should be alright i guess…” rafe mumbles as he opens the drivers side car door for you to hop in, he sticks out his hand for you to grab to help you climb into his truck. with rafe in the passenger seat next you, top and kelce in the back you put on the seat belt and place your hands onto the steering wheel to wait for instructions. 

“i can’t believe you are lettin' her use your car man.” kelce shakes his head with wide eyes 

“it’s better than lettin’er practice in one of yours, mine the safest one if anything were to happen.” rafe turns his head back to you “j’us don’t crash…kay?”

“mmhm…how do i start?”

rafe, with his tendency to stress easily, guiding you through the basics of starting the car and adjusting the mirrors. his hands grip on the steering wheel as he instructs you like a child to put your foot on the brake pedal.

"kay, slow and steady now babydoll" rafe says, his voice stern yet soft, letting go of the wheel so you could try keeping it straight. "we don't want to accelerate too quickly, jus' easeee onto the gas...not too much!" you press down on the pedal with your foot as the car moves forward a few inches then breaks suddenly causing everyone in the car to jolt forward. 

“jesus!!…” topper breathes out, both him and kelce then grip onto the handles on the inside roof of the car.

"oh god, i'm sorry!" you wince

“s’alright s’fine just try- try again…” topper encourages as you place your foot back on the gas pedal again

slowly you start to get the hang of it, cruising slowly down the street at a decent pace, everyone seems to be relaxed as you are gaining confidence behind the wheel. then your phone starts to ring, you look down to were you set it down near the cup-holders which causes you to lose a little control of where you are going and makes the car swerve slightly and speed up. 

“EYES ON THE ROAD!” they all shout boyishly, panicked and clearly stressed. rafe’s hand flies out in front of you to emphasize its importance.

“that might be kie, can i get it?” 

“NO!!!” they all shout again

“jeez, ohkay!”

kelce mutters little prayers under his breath "please, let us survive this.” you let out a nervous yelp when up ahead you see a squirrel just chilling in the middle of the road.

“what do i do!”

“JUST SLOW DOWN!” “EYES ON THE ROAD!” the boys shout overlapping their panicked voices, you scream and squeeze your eyes shut and turn your head away.

“NO HEY! DON’T CLOSE YOUR EYES WHAT ARE YOU CRAZY!?” rafe shouts all rambly

“ohkay!” you hit the breaks just before the squirrel scampers off up a tree.

“ALRIGHT OUT.” rafe commands, pushing his hair back out of his face, then unbuckling you. “I’m driving the way back, switch.”

as rafe gets out of the passenger seat and rounds the hood of the car to get into the driver seat as you climb over the armrests to get to your new seat. 

“jesus kid…you know what?...you wanna go somewhere in your new car? call me and i’ll take you wherever you wanna go….s’dangerous havin' you out on the roads like this.” rafe huffs as he starts the car again.

“we almost died!” topper lets scoff almost in disbelief at how things took a turn.

“I got slightly distracted! wasn’my fault.”

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