"two weeks," rafe grunts, his voice rough with frustration as he shoves a third finger deep into your pussy. "two weeks away from me and you've clamped shut like a fuckin' virgin."
you are splayed out on the edge of your mattress, your suitcase still abandoned by the door where you dropped it five minutes ago. you haven't even taken off your shoes. rafe didn't give you the chance. he has your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, bending you in half, exposing your tan-lined pussy to the harsh bedroom light and his relentless assault.
"rafe, slow down… it hurts," you hiss, your hips twitching involuntarily as he twists his wrist deep inside you.
"it's supposed to hurt," he retorts, sweating as he forces his fingers to scissor open, stretching your walls apart. "you think you can just go on vacation and forget how big i am? i have to make room."
he withdraws his hand, the wet squelch echoing loudly, only to immediately replace it with the blunt, angry head of his cock. he doesn't lube it up. he uses the juices he just coaxed out of you, spitting on the head for good measure before lining himself up. the sight of his erection — thick, vein-wrapped, and visibly throbbing — makes your breath hitch. it looks too big. after fourteen days of nothing, he looks massive.
"relax," he commands, grabbing your hips with bruising force to anchor you. "don't fight it. open up."
he pushes forward. it's a slow, gruelling invasion. the head of his cock forces your entrance to stretch into a wide, taut circle, the skin turning pale with the strain. you cry out, digging your nails into the duvet, feeling completely stuffed before he's even halfway in. the sensation is overwhelming — a feeling of being split open, filled to absolute capacity.
"fuck, you're tight," rafe groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels your internal muscles squeezing him in a panic. "look at you taking it. taking every inch."
he drives his hips forward in a sudden, brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt. the impact knocks the wind out of you. you feel him hit your cervix, a deep, dull thud that radiates through your entire core. you are completely impaled, your body moulded around his intrusion.
"there," he breathes, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of your neck. "now you're full. now you remember who you belong to."
he doesn't start fast. he moves with agonising slowness, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip remains, then slamming back in to re-stretch you with every stroke. it's a torture of friction and fullness. he grinds his pubic bone against your clit, overstimulating you while he ruins your insides.
"did you touch yourself while you were gone?" he demands, slapping your thigh. "did you think about this? about my cock stretching you out?"
"yes," you sob, unable to lie. "rafe, please… harder."
"careful what you wish for."
he snaps. the slow, methodical stretching turns into a feral, desperate pounding. he hammers into you, his pace frantic, driven by fourteen days of pent-up need. the bed frame slams rhythmically against the wall, shaking the entire room. you're moaning loudly, incoherent pleas mixing with the wet, slapping sound of his skin colliding with yours. you feel stretched to the absolute limit, your body gaping open to accommodate him, adjusting to the sheer size of him until your entire world narrows down to the friction and the heat.
"i'm gonna wreck you," he snarls, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest. "i'm gonna leave you so loose you won't be able to walk for weeks."
he grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you flush against him to maximise the depth. he hits your cervix with every thrust now, a bruising, deep pleasure that borders on pain. you wrap your legs around his back, locking your ankles to keep him there, desperate for the release building in your belly.
"rafe! i'm close! i'm gonna—!"
"cum on my cock," he roars, slamming his hips forward one last time. "squeeze on it."
your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. your inner walls clamp down on his shaft, spasming violently. the sensation of your tightness crushing him pushes rafe over the edge. he groans, a deep, animalistic sound, and buries himself to the balls. he erupts, firing thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your womb. he pumps into you, unloading everything he's held back for two weeks, filling you until you feel heavy and bloated with his essence.
he stays there for a long time, chest heaving against yours, waiting until the very last twitch of his cock subsides. finally, he pulls out slowly. a gush of his seed mixed with your own fluids spills out of you, running down your inner thigh and soaking the sheets.
rafe stares at the mess, his eyes dark and possessive. he reaches down, swiping his thumb through the fluid leaking from your stretched, gaping entrance, and holds it up for you to see.
you stood in the cool air by the side of the road, with chateau behind you. you could hear the pogues laughing and yelling while you waited for your boyfriend to come pick you up. rafe sounded absolutely furious on the phone so you were nervous. his sister was standing a few meters away from you, making sure you’ll be safe and rafe will actually get you.
you saw his car and he stopped by. normally he’d get out and open the door for you, hug you and greet you. the only thing you heard tho was a soft click - he unlocked his car. you turned around and smiled at sarah before you opened the door of the passenger’s seat and sat down. you looked at him and forced a smile "hey."
he was silent. he started the engine again and started driving in silence. you just sat there, your stomach aching. you don’t like when he’s mad, obviously, but this time it was extra uncomfortable. you saw he had some drink in the cup holder so you cleared your throat before you spoke up "can i take a sip, baby? i’m so parched." he just nodded and sniffled. you took a sip - it was literally some alcoholic drink, tasted like whiskey - you grimaced a bit at the taste before you put it back. "is that whiskey?!" you forced a chuckle as you wiped your mouth.
his eyes stayed on the road and he didn’t even smile at your laugh. you leaned against the seat and rubbed your hands in your lap. after a few minutes he stopped at some gas station. "wait here." he said firmly and left the car. he came back with a beer. he cracked it open and started driving again. "you shouldn’t be drinking, rafe." you said softly and he sniffled again "i don’t care."
"seriously rafe you’re gonna-"
"i don’t give a fuck, y/n. is that so hard to understand?" his tone was firm and cold. you simply stared at him and after a few minutes you said "i’m sorry." he shook his head "doesn’t matter anymore." your eyes stayed on him "i mean it. but i just spent one day with them. one."
he scoffed and smiled in disbelief. "what?" you were confused. "you’re acting as if you don’t know how i feel about them." rafe said, his tone was very serious. "i know but-" "but what? you can hang out with every single fucking human being except them and what do you do? hang out with them only without even telling because you knew i’ll get this mad and you’re doing it on purpose."
you listened to his words, every single one of them like a small stab to your heart. "i just know you’re doing it on purpose, anyone else would’ve stopped by now but you’re just that stupid to rather ignore me and go on the cut to get high with some pogue idiots." when he called you stupid your heart shattered. you weren’t doing it on purpose, you felt good with the pogues - they’re nice and fun.. but rafe just doesn’t see that. and never will.
your eyes watered. you turned your head away and looked out of the window. he shook his head "sure, stay silent as always. that’s exactly why we never solve anything." he added before he got silent. your throat was getting tight, and your hands were shaking slightly. you didn’t want to cry. but it was so hard not to. you bit on your lower lip to keep yourself from sobbing.
a few blocks from your house you composed yourself "stop the car." your tone was soft but wasn’t shaky. he stopped by, confused while you unbuckled yourself. "where are you going?" he asked with his eyebrows raised. "i’m walking home." it was dark and cold. "hell no." he grabbed your arm and held you against the seat. that’s when he noticed your teary eyes.. his gaze softened. "i am. let me go." you said. "babe, come on.." he said and you just shook your head. "let go of me rafe, i’m fine." that’s when your voice cracked and you sat back down. as soon as you got back in the car you started crying. "i don’t care." your tone was shaky and he leaned closer and hugged you softly. you cried into his neck and held caressed your back softly.
"shh.. it’s okay.. i’m sorry." he whispered as you kept crying. you’re very sensitive so these words really did hurt you - and he knows it, that’s why he felt guilty. "i’m sorry, baby." he now rubbed your hair softly. you kept crying. "i didn’t mean it." he whispered. you were still sad and kept on sobbing so he let go of you, got out of his car and walked around to your side so he could hug you better.
a few minutes later, when you calmed down, he pulled back and cupped your wet cheeks. he wiped the tears away and pecked your forehead. "i’m so sorry, sweetheart i was just-" he sighed. "angry. i didn’t mean any of that." his tone was suddenly soft. you gave him a nod "okay."
"you feel better?" his eyes were on yours, searching for any discomfort. you forced a smile and nodded "yeah." even tho you knew that you don’t feel any better..
in which! you have a date coming up and you still haven’t lost your virginity, so you go to your best friend in the hopes he will help you out and save you from embarrassment
warnings! smut. loss of virginity. oral sex (f. receiving) pnv sex. unprotected sex.
part 2
you find jj at the chateau, laying in a hammock on the porch with his shirt off and a joint between his fingers. you could smell the scent of weed before you even made it to the door and jj gave you a smile when he noticed you.
“hey, j.” you greeted, now standing in front of the bench. “you busy?”
“what’s it look like?” he took a long drag from the joint and exhaled. you couldn’t help but grin at his glazed over eyes and his genuine, high smile.
you glanced into the screen door, looking for john b, or anyone else, but couldn’t see well from the smoky haze.
“anyone home?”
he shakes his head no.
“kie and pope are working, think john b’s out with sarah.” he says. “why? you okay?” his eyes soften and you notice his look of concern.
“yeah,” you smile, “everything’s fine, just need to uh- talk to you.” you had no idea how you were gonna go through with this without making it incredibly awkward. you already felt sick to your stomach at the thought of him rejecting you and never seeing you the same way after this.
jj nods and stubs out his joint. he stands up and opens the screen door, motioning for you to enter first.
“after you.”
you smile and step inside, but you soon begin to feel ill at the fact that you were really going to ask him this. you wanted this to happen, but you were terribly nervous.
you lead him to his room and close the door behind you. he sits on the edge of the bed and you follow, sitting crisss cross, facing him.
“you sure everything’s fine?” he asks, obviously questioning the fact that you wanted to speak to him in his room, and that you were silent.
“i told you about that guy i’ve been talking to for a few weeks, yeah?” you start, not wanting to make eye contact with the boy.
“yeah.” he nods.
you try not to pick at the skin of your fingernails.
“okay, well, he asked me out.” you say. “the date’s tomorrow.”
he furrows his eyebrows in question, noticing that you sounded kind of disappointed about something that was supposed to be good.
“well that’s a good thing, right?” he scoffed. “i mean, i cant remember the last time you went on a date.”
“shut up.” you nudge him. “yeah, it’s a good thing… i like him- i think.”
“alright, well, that’s all you wanted to tell me?” he asks. “you don’t need dating advice right? because i can’t help you in that department.”
you fight a smile at his remark and shake your head no.
“okay, here’s the thing.” you sigh before you force out your next words, absolutely dreading his reaction. “i don’t know if he’ll wanna sleep with me eventually, and, well he’s kind of experienced with girls and all that, and i’m kind of…. not.” you cringe at your choice of words, already regretting coming to jj out of embarrassment. you glance at him momentarily and he seems to be studying you, waiting for you to keep talking. “what i mean is, like-“ you sighed. you knew you sounded like a complete idiot, but you didn’t want to back out now.
“you know i’m a virgin, right?” you didn’t even want to look at him after the words came out of your mouth.
he smiled a little.
“i, uh, i figured.” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and cleared his throat.
“don’t be a dick.” you shove him once again and he chuckles, which allows you to lighten up just slightly. “i’m saying that i don’t know what i’m doing - y’know, with guys and all that. i don’t want to embarrass myself in front of him.”
“so you want… sex advice? from me?” he asks, raising his eyebrows with suspicion.
you nervously bite the inside of your cheek and your face grows hot.
“well, i thought maybe a little more hands on.” you said before you could even stop yourself. you knew you had to just come out and say it or you would’ve backed out and nothing would ever come of this situation. you searched his face for a reaction.
he looked confused, but he didn’t seem whole heartedly against the idea. the silence between you both was becoming awkward and you felt the need to explain yourself, hopefully making the situation sound less like you were coming on to him and more like a friend just asking for help.
“i mean like, because you’re a guy and all, you would know what guys like best, i guess?” you said, as you watched him cross his arms over his chest and lean against the headboard of the bed. “and i was thinking about the fact that i’m going on a date for the first time since freshman year and now there’s a very high chance that i’ll sleep with him in the coming weeks, and it just- i don’t know, the idea of losing my virginity to someone i’ve known for a month didn’t really sound good to me.” you we’re rambling at this point to try and defend your case. “i would rather do it with someone i know, and trust.”
“you want me to take your virginity?” he asked, blatantly. “that’s what you came here for?”
you nod, probably chewing a hole into your cheek now.
“if it’s too weird for you, you don’t have to do it at all, it’s okay.” you said. “you were just the only person i felt like i could ask without it being awkward.”
“no, no,” his expression softens and he shakes his head, pulling his arms from his chest and taking his back off the headboard. “i’ll do it.”
“really?” your eyes light up because you expected this to go far south.
“yeah, no big deal.” he shrugs, even though in his head he knew it was a huge deal. he was going to be your first time and if he screwed it up, there was no telling what would happen between you two. “but, this won’t change anything between us right?” he asked. “like i just don’t want it to be awkward afterwards.”
“i swear.” you said, although you didn’t entirely know if that was the truth. “you’re just helping me out, right?”
“alright.” he responds. “you, uh, you wanna do this now or..?” he clears his throat again, visibly getting nervous, but your fears seemed to be disappearing now that you knew he wasn’t against the idea.
“the sooner, the better.” you said.
jj gets up from the bed and flips the lock on the door on the off chance someone were to come home.
“just a warning though,” you start, “i’ll definitely be really bad at this compared to the other girls you’ve been with.”
“that’s all right, you gotta learn somewhere.” he says, walking back to you and stopping right in front of where you were sitting on the bed. your heart started to race as the reality of what you were about to do started setting in. he sits down next to you and you could smell salt water and weed on his skin. “i’m gonna start with kissing you, is that okay?” you searches your face for confirmation and you nod, giving him the okay. “and you’ll tell me if i’m taking things too fast or if you wanna stop, right?”
you giggle a little at his attention to the matter.
“yes jj.”
you see a very slight smile appear on his lips before he slowly leaned in and connected them with yours. he tasted like weed but in the most perfect way as he skillfully moved his lips in sync with yours. his tongue softly swiped your bottom lip at the same time his hands found their way to the sides of your face and he held you there gently. you took him touching you as a sign to occupy your own hands with his body as you brought your hands around his back, feeling his bare skin.
his kisses started leading down your chin, and further down onto your neck where he connected his lips with your skin. you shivered at the new feeling of someone kissing your neck as he went lower still, reaching your collarbone. he pulled away and tugged at the him of your shirt, asking for more access to your body and he helped you out of the fabric.
“you doin okay?” he asks.
“totally fine.”
he connects his lips to your collar again as he carefully lays you down onto your back. he fights the urge not to leave any hickeys on you, knowing you had a date tomorrow.
you scoot your body up until you’re in the middle of the bed so that he can easily get on top of you. he continues kissing your body, getting lower and lower and with each passing second, you could feel yourself getting hotter and your arousal getting stronger. his mouth reached the waistband of your jean shorts and he looked up your for permission to take them off. you nodded and he unbuttoned them before sliding them down your legs and tossing them somewhere on the floor.
jj kissed the curve of your hipbone and you mindlessly rolled your core up towards his mouth, to which you could feel him smirk against your skin at your neediness.
“i’ll get there princess.” he said against the space under your bellybutton. you practically lost your breath at his words and your cheeks flushed out of embarrassment.
he continued kissing you even lower, placing his lips over clothed core and hooking a finger underneath the hem of your bikini bottoms.
“can i take these off?” he asked.
“please.” you nod, almost sounding too desperate.
he pulls your bottoms down your legs, leaving you exposed to him. the first time anyone had seen you like this, and you were thankful it was jj and not some random boy who didn’t know the first thing about you.
“you still alright?”
“jj,” you giggle. “i’ll tell you if somethings wrong, okay?”
“just being courteous.” he joked.
he brought his hand to your now bare core and used his thumb to swipe a line from your entrance up to your clit, making you whine from just one touch. he spreads your wetness around your clit, his pants growing tighter at the sight of your arousal. as he rubs painfully slow circles, he searches your face for signs of enjoyment, but your eyes were shut tight and your lips were parted, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.
“just relax, okay?” he said, to which you nod eagerly. you were totally not relaxed at all. in fact you were amped on adrenaline from the way he kissed you.
and then before you could register what was happening, you felt something new touching you. you opened your eyes and looked down at jj’s face in between your thighs, seeing his tongue swirling over your clit. it felt better than any time you had ever touched yourself. his eyes met yours for a second and you wondered why you never asked him to do this any sooner even though you pictured him going down on you many times before
your hands found their way to his blonde locks, your fingers tangling into his hair as you threw your head back on the pillow.
“oh my god, jj” you moaned, to which he picked up the pace a little. he gripped your thighs firmly, holding them apart, occasionally rubbing circles into your skin with his thumbs to relax you.
his lips wrapped around your clit and he sucked, making you jolt your hips up in pleasure at the new sensation. your legs were trembling under his grip and jj didn’t think he could get any harder, but he was, in fact, getting harder by the minute.
“jj,” you moaned his name, “please don’t stop!” you were pulling his hair tighter, trying not to be too loud in case anyone were to come home, but it was impossible to keep your mouth shut with the way he was eating your pussy. “feels so good” you cried.
your hips were rocking back and forth, rolling in the same rhythm as his tongue, practically riding his face. he knew you were close based on the fact that your moans were getting closer together and your legs were shaking harder. he suddenly switched the direction of his tongue, now going side to side and occasionally sucking on your clit, swallowing your juices.
your back was arched off the bed, your hands flying to the sheets for something to hold on to as your high approached in small waves. you moved one hand to cover your mouth, trying to stifle your moans, but jj immediately reached up to your arm and pulled it from your face, not stopping his movements.
“need to hear you cum” he said against your clit before harshly sucking on it.
“fuck” you moaned, his words alone almost leading you over the edge.
he snuck two fingers into your entrance and slowly moved them against the sweet spot inside you. the mixture of his mouth expertly lapping at your clit and his fingers pushing into you had you coming undone.
“fuck- don’t stop- please- don’t st-“ you couldn’t even get the last words out as you felt yourself completely lose control. you didn’t know how loud you were moaning because all of your senses had faltered as the tidal wave of ecstasy crashed over you.
he kept licking until you had fully ridden out your orgasm, and even then, he continued, his grip still tight on your legs as they trembled. you pushed his head away from the overstimulation and then lay limp, your chest rising and falling as you came down, your eyes still closed.
“need a second?” he asked, mockingly, his hands running up your torso and to your still covered breasts. he felt your nipples harden under your bikini top and he desperately wanted to get you out of it.
you wrap your arms around his back and pull him on top of you, connecting your lips with his again. he immediately kisses you back and reaches behind you to undo your top, which quickly comes off and jj’s eyes land on your breasts. he takes them both in his hands and leans over you to suck your nipple, making you shiver.
you occupy your own hands with his belt, fumbling with the clasp until it’s undone and pulling it through the loops.
he pulls himself away from your tits and starts undoing the zipper before his eyes meet yours.
“you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.
“i wouldn’t be fully naked in front of you right now if i wasn’t.” you joke.
he gets up from the bed to take his shorts off and look around the room, presumably for a condom.
“john b’s gotta have some around here, hold on.” he says, opening up the top drawer of the dresser and rummaging through the pairs of socks and underwear.
“you don’t have to, jay.” you say, but he doesn’t listen, still looking inside the dresser for any small, silver packages. “i’m on birth control.”
he turns around cocks his head at you.
“what?” you question. “makes my periods lighter.” you shrug.
“i’m still pulling out though.” he says before he walks back to the edge of the bed and slides his boxers off, revealing his achingly hard cock. you visibly got nervous at his length, swallowing the saliva in your mouth. jj notices the redness in your face and gets into the bed, pushing hair out of your face with his fingers. “i’ll stop if it’s too much, just tell me.” you nod, anxiously and he positions himself on top of you, stroking his cock a few times before you feel his tip at your entrance. his eyes meet yours for confirmation and you give him a nod.
his cock slowly pushes into you, not even an inch as he doesn’t want to hurt you. you shut your eyes hard, preparing for it to hurt, but you feel barely any pain. he kisses your neck and pushes himself in a little farther.
“this feel okay?” he asks against your skin.
“feels good, j.” your hands find their way to his back again.
once he bottoms out, you feel a slight pressure at your cervix before he slowly starts moving, giving you time to adjust to the feeling.
you hear jj moan in your ear from the painfully slow strokes he was taking, trying to keep himself from going too fast for you. his cock rubbed against your g-spot and you kiss the area in between his collar and neck.
“i’m okay jj.” you reassure him. “faster, please.”
he picks up the pace and continues kissing your neck. your nails dig into the skin of his back.
“you feel so good” he moans. “doin’ so good for me- fuck.” he didn’t even realize what he was saying, but you enjoyed the hell out of it. his praises added to the pleasure of him inside you.
he was going fast enough now that you could hear your skin hitting against each others as your hips connected. every thrust was stroking your sweet spot and you were pretty sure you were leaving scratches on his back, but jj felt too good to even notice.
he leaned back a little so that all his weight was on his knees and his back was straight as he grabbed one of your legs for support and used his other hand to rub your clit at the same time he was fucking you. the double stimulation illicited a loud moan from you that encouraged jj to keep going, almost nearing his end.
his thrusts were getting sloppier and his breathing was heavier but he wanted to make you finish before him. your chest heaved, feeling the new sensation of him filling you up at the same time as his fingers worked on your clit. the pressure was building up and you knew you were close. you suddenly pulled him against you so that your chests were pressed against each others.
“fuck- jj” you moaned. “m’so close.”
his heavy breathing sounded like heaven to you as he started to fuck you even harder, his cock sliding perfectly in and out of you.
“sweetheart” he moaned into your neck. “m’not gonna last much longer.”
almost immediately after he said those words, you felt the band in your stomach snap as you came around his cock, squeezing and pulling him deeper inside you. you cried out his name as he fucked you through your second orgasm.
“fuck, baby-“ he pulled out of you and stroked his cock that was slick with your wetness. you watched his face contort in pleasure, his eyes barely open and his lips parted, his eyebrows furrowed. his cum shot onto your stomach and tits.
he tried not to stare too long at the mess he made of you, realizing almost as soon as he finished that this was a one time thing he may never get you like this again.
he got out of the bed and grabbed a shirt of the floor, which he cleaned you up with and tossed it.
“you okay?” he asked again.
you rolled your eyes.
“how many times are you gonna ask that?” you scoffed. “i liked it, j. don’t know how my date’s gonna top that.” you joked.
then, jj remembered that this was all practice for you to go and have sex with another guy and he suddenly felt sick. he pulled his boxers back on and picked up your articles of clothing from the floor and tossed them to you.
the truth is, you didn’t even want to go on that date anymore. not after the way jj took care of you.
“hey, jj!” a voice, john b’s, ripped through the chateau and both of your eyes widened, looking at each other with panic. “you home?”
you swiftly put your bottoms and shorts back on in under 30 seconds and shrugged yourself into your flimsy shirt while jj was putting his belt back on. you quickly exited john b’s room before he could see where you both came from and you nervously greeted him in the living room to see that sarah and kie were home as well.
“heyy, jb.” jj said, awkwardly.
“what have you two been doing all day?” john b asks.
kiara walked over to the kitchen to grab a beer and when she turned around, she noticed the marks on jj’s back. she paused in her steps.
“jj, what’s with all the scratches on your ba-“ and then she realized. her face contorted in disgust. “ewwww, are you guys fucking serious?”
your face grows hot with embarrassment and you wanted to dig a whole to die in, but john b seems barely faced as he walked past you, saying something near you.
Can you make the Rafe alphabet kook and kook next thank youuuu
Rafe Cameron's NSFW Alphabet (Kook Rafe x Kook!reader edition)
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
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a/n: Check out the previous NSFW Alphabet (Rough/dark Kook Rafe x pogue edition) here!!
Classification and content warnings: Smut +18 | kinks like dominance and submission, bondage, rough sex, spanking, choking, teasing and edging, power play, possessive and obsessive behavior, jealousy, marking and bruising, references to drug use and risky public or semi-public sex.
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A - Addiction: Rafe Cameron doesn’t fall for just anyone but with you, a fellow Kook princess who runs in the same elite circles, attends the same yacht parties and knows exactly how to navigate the cutthroat social ladder of Figure Eight, he’s hooked in the most dangerous way. You’re not some conquest from the Cut, you’re his equal in status but utterly submissive in private, which drives him insane. He’ll corner you at a Midsummers afterparty in the sprawling Cameron mansion, the chandelier light catching on your expensive dress as he backs you into his bedroom. “You think you can flirt with Topper right in front of me?” he growls, voice low and edged with that familiar coke-fueled intensity, yanking the straps of your dress down. His mouth is on your neck instantly, sucking deep marks while his hand slips under your designer thong, fingers plunging into your already dripping pussy.
“This cunt is addicted to me, baby. Just like I’m addicted to ruining you.” He fucks you hard against the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the water, the risk of guests wandering by only heightening it. You claw at his shoulders, moaning his name like a prayer because no other Kook guy fucks you with this level of obsessive hunger. He cums deep, holding you there as he whispers, “You’re mine now. No more games.” The addiction is mutual, you crave the chaos he brings to your polished life.
B - Bondage: Rafe loves restraining you with the finest materials his money can buy, silk ties from his father’s closet, his expensive leather belt or even the soft ropes he keeps stashed in the yacht’s master cabin. Unlike rougher encounters, with you it’s controlled and luxurious. He’ll have you spread out on the king-sized bed in the Cameron estate after a long night of partying, wrists bound above your head to the headboard.
“Look at you, all tied up and perfect for me,” he murmurs, stepping back to admire your naked body, his eyes dark with lust. He teases you mercilessly with his fingers and tongue, bringing you to the edge repeatedly while you beg. “Please, Rafe…I need you inside me.” He finally gives in, sliding his thick cock into your tight heat with one powerful thrust, groaning at how you clench around him. The bondage lets him take his time owning every inch of you with slow or deep strokes mixed with sudden hard snaps of his hips. “You love being helpless for me, don’t you? My spoiled little Kook slut.” When he unties you after filling you with his release, he rubs your wrists gently, kissing the faint marks, a rare softness reserved only for his match.
C - Control: Control is everything to Rafe, especially with a girl like you who could challenge him in public but melts for him in private. He dictates when and how you fuck, for example by texting you mid-family dinner to meet him in the boathouse or pulling you into a private room during a country club event.
“On your knees,” he commands the second the door clicks shut, unzipping his pants. You obey instantly, taking him deep into your throat while he fists your perfectly styled hair. “That’s my good girl. Suck it like you mean it.” He loves edging you during long sessions on his yacht, anchored far from shore.
You’re bent over the railing as the sun sets, his cock buried inside you while he controls the pace with slow grinds that drive you crazy. “Don’t cum until I say. I own this pussy.” The power exchange is intoxicating because you’re both from the same world, you know how to push back just enough to make him snap and fuck you harder, leaving you both satisfied and craving the next power play.
D - Dominance: Rafe’s dominance shines brightest with you because you understand the game. At exclusive parties he’ll ignore you in front of others, only to dominate you completely later. In the back of his Range Rover after leaving the club, he has you riding him, hands gripping your hips to control every bounce.
“Faster, baby. Show me how bad you want your Kook king.” His dirty talk is laced with possession too, “No one else gets this…not Topper, not any of those trust-fund losers. This body is mine to fuck whenever I want.” He flips you onto your back, pinning your wrists and driving into you with deep, claiming thrusts that make the car rock. You cum screaming his name and he follows, marking you inside and out. The dominance feels right with another Kook, you both know the expectations, the facades and how he strips them away to reveal the raw need underneath.
E - Ecstasy: The ecstasy Rafe pulls from you is otherworldly. He knows exactly how to play your body after months of secret hookups. In the lavish guest house on the Cameron property, he’ll go down on you for what feels like hours, tongue and fingers working in perfect sync until you’re shaking and squirting on his face.
“Give it to me, princess. Cum like the filthy girl you are.” Then he fucks you through the aftershocks, prolonging the high until you’re lost in wave after wave of pleasure. His own ecstasy comes from watching you break, your ruined designer makeup and your elegant voice reduced to whimpers and screams.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Better than any line of coke.” The shared luxury lets you indulge fully, there’s silk sheets, chilled champagne sipped from each other’s bodies and endless rounds that leave you both blissed out and tangled together.
F - Fantasy: Rafe indulges every dark fantasy with you because you’re adventurous enough to match him. Roleplay in the empty mansion might be his favorite, him as the controlling heir and you as his willing trophy or on the yacht at night, he’ll tie you to the mast (safely) and fuck you under the stars, living out exhibitionist dreams with the ocean as witness.
“Pretend we’re the only ones left on the island,” he rasps, pounding into you. “I’d keep you here forever, naked and ready for me.” His fantasies often involve breeding and possession, “Gonna fill you up until you’re carrying my heir…our little perfect Kook legacy.” You play along, moaning encouragement that makes him feral, the fantasies blending seamlessly with reality in your privileged bubble.
G - Greed: Rafe is greedy for every part of you, your time, body and attention. He’ll pull you away from brunch with your friends for a quick but intense fuck in the country club restroom, bending you over the marble counter.
“I don’t care who’s waiting. I need this now.” His hands roam possessively, squeezing your tits, slapping your ass and claiming every curve. Even in longer sessions he’s greedy, making you cum multiple times before he allows his own release. “One more, baby. I want all of it.” The greed stems from knowing you could have anyone, yet you choose his chaos. Afterward he’s tender, holding you close no matter where you are but the hunger never fully fades.
H - Heat: The heat between you two is scorching and constant, fueled by stolen moments in the summer heat on the private beach, your bodies slick with sweat as he fucks you on a lounger or in the sauna at the club after hours, the steam making everything slippery and intense.
“So fucking hot…inside and out,” he groans, thrusting deep while the heat amplifies every sensation. He loves making you sweat, working you hard until you’re glistening, then cooling you down with his tongue or ice from his drink trailed over your nipples. The physical heat mirrors the emotional fire with arguments that turn into passionate hate-sex, then reconciliation in each other’s arms. With you, a fellow Kook, the heat feels destined, two privileged storms colliding perfectly.
I - Intensity: Rafe’s intensity with you, is like a Category 5 hurricane contained in the walls of Figure Eight mansions and luxury yachts, overwhelming, all-consuming and impossible to escape once it starts. You’ve known each other since childhood cotillions and debutante balls but now it’s raw and electric.
He’ll pull you into the master suite during one of Ward’s lavish parties, the bass from the live band thumping downstairs while he slams the door and immediately has you pressed against the antique dresser.
“You’ve been teasing me all night in that fucking dress,” he snarls, voice thick with coke and barely restrained fury, yanking the expensive fabric up around your waist. His fingers rip your lace panties aside and plunge inside you without warning, curling brutally against that spot that makes your knees buckle. “So wet already. This perfect Kook pussy is always ready for me, isn’t it?”
He doesn’t bother with slow buildup, he’ll turn you to face a mirror, thick cock replacing his fingers in one savage thrust, stretching you open as he fucks you hard enough to furniture rattle. Every snap of his hips is intentional and punishing, his hand around your throat applying just enough pressure to make your vision sparkle while he stares into your eyes in the reflection.
“Look at yourself getting ruined by me…Say my name louder, baby. I want everyone downstairs to hear who’s making you scream.”
You do, moaning “Rafe, fuck…harder,” between broken gasps because the intensity matches your own hidden wild side. He makes you cum twice before he finally spills deep inside you, grinding against your cervix as if trying to imprint himself permanently. Afterward he doesn’t pull out right away, holding you close in the aftershocks, intensity softening into gentle kisses along your shoulder. With another Kook like you, he doesn’t have to hide the darkness, it feeds on your shared privilege and hunger for more.
J - Jealousy: Jealousy burns hotter than the Outer Banks sun when Rafe sees you laughing with Topper or dancing too close with some other trust-fund asshole at the Island Club. He’ll text you a single demanding “Bathroom. Now.” and the second you slip inside he’s on you, locking the door and bending you over the vanity.
“You think I didn’t see you flirting? Acting like you don’t belong to me in front of everyone?” His hand comes down hard on your ass, the smack echoing as he frees his cock and slams into you in one brutal motion. The jealousy fuels a punishing rhythm of deep, angry thrusts that make your tits bounce against the cool counter while he grips your hips hard enough to leave fingerprints under your expensive dress.
“This pussy is mine. Say it while I fuck the thought of anyone else out of you.”
You choke it out between moans, “Yours, Rafe…only yours,” your voice wrecked as he reaches around to rub your clit with ruthless precision. He pulls your hair to arch your back further, forcing you to watch in the mirror as he claims you. The risk of someone knocking on the door only makes him go harder, filling you with hot spurts of cum while growling filthy promises about dragging you out to the yacht later for a longer “reminder.”
Even after, when you rejoin the party flushed and leaking his release down your thighs, his jealous gaze follows you like a brand. With you, a fellow Kook who understands the social games, the make-up sex is always explosive and leaves you both addicted to the fire.
K - Kinks: His kinks run deep and expensive with a partner who can match his lifestyle and depravity. He’ll edge you for hours with toys bought from discreet high-end shops, a vibrating wand pressed against your clit on the lowest setting while he strokes himself lazily.
“Beg for it, princess. Tell me how badly you need my cock stretching this spoiled cunt.” When he finally fucks you it’s a mix of roughness and luxury with choking, spanking that makes your ass sore, then soothing the marks with chilled champagne poured directly onto your skin. He might explore CNC fantasies in the empty mansion by “breaking in” to your room at night and pinning you down only for you to beg for more. He enjoys public play at exclusive events, fingering you under the table during dinner parties and making you wear a remote vibrator controlled by his phone, he says it keeps the thrill alive. You can afford to be as filthy as you want behind closed doors without risking everything.
L - Luxury: Everything with Rafe is drenched in luxury, turning your hookups into hedonistic escapes. He’ll fly you out on the Cameron private jet for a weekend in the Bahamas but the real indulgence starts the second you’re alone. In the opulent hotel suite he has you on your knees on the plush carpet, sucking his cock while he sips aged whiskey.
“That’s it, baby…take every inch like the perfect little trophy you are.”
Then he lays you out on silk sheets, eating your pussy until you’re soaking the expensive linens, before fucking you slow and deep with the ocean breeze coming through the open balcony doors. He loves incorporating luxury items, fucking you while you wear nothing but diamond jewelry he bought or pouring $500 champagne over your tits and licking it off. The luxury makes the filth feel even dirtier, like getting railed on a private beach at sunset or in the VIP section of the yacht club after hours.
“We deserve this,” he’ll groan while buried inside you. “All this money, all this power and the only thing I want is your cunt milking me dry.” This way, the luxury feels earned and shared, turning every encounter into an indulgent ritual of dominance and pleasure.
M - Marks: Rafe marks you possessively but elegantly, it’s visible enough to remind you who you belong to but hideable under couture. He’ll suck deep hickeys onto the underside of your breasts and inner thighs while you’re sprawled across his bed after a party.
“These stay hidden but every time you move you’ll feel me,” he murmurs before biting down hard enough to make you gasp. During rougher sessions he leaves handprints on your ass from spanking, fingerprint bruises on your hips from gripping too tight and light bite marks along your collarbone that peek out just enough to make other Kooks wonder. He loves admiring them the morning after, tracing them with his fingers while lazily fucking you in the soft morning light.
“Look how pretty you look claimed by me. My perfect marked-up princess.” You mark him back with scratch marks down his back, lipstick or hickeys on his neck that he wears like badges under his collared shirts. The exchange of marks feels intimate yet dangerous in your shared social circle, a secret language of ownership only the two of you understand.
N - Neediness: Beneath the cocky exterior, Rafe’s neediness for you is raw and insatiable. After a bad day dealing with his dad, he shows up at your family’s estate unannounced, sneaking into your room and crawling into your bed.
“I need you right now,” he admits, voice rough as he pulls you on top of him. You ride him slowly at first but his hands dig into your ass, urging you faster. “Fuck…harder, baby. Need to feel you.” He flips you over, thrusting deep and desperate while burying his face in your neck, mumbling confessions between groans. The neediness leads to marathon sessions with multiple rounds where he makes you cum over and over, then holds you tight afterward, refusing to let go. Even in public his need shows in lingering touches and possessive stares. With you, he can allow himself to be needy without losing face, creating a bond that’s as emotional as it is physical.
O - Obsession: Rafe’s obsession with you borders on fixation. He tracks your every move through social media and mutual friends, texting you constantly with demands to meet. In the Cameron pool house he’ll have you pressed against the glass wall overlooking the pool, fucking you from behind while the party continues outside.
“Can’t stop thinking about this pussy. It’s all I want,” he growls, one hand in your hair, the other rubbing your clit. His obsession leads to risky public claims and private rituals, making you send him videos of you touching yourself while wearing his stolen shirt. “Show me who owns you.”
The sex is intense and prolonged, with him whispering obsessive praise and threats of possession. “I’d kill for you…I’d ruin anyone who tries to take you.” You feed the obsession right back, matching his intensity because you’re just as hooked on the chaos he brings to your privileged life.
P - Power: Power dynamics define your relationship, Rafe thrives on dominating you behind closed doors while you both wield social power in public. He’ll command you to your knees in the country club locker room after a tennis match, making you suck him off while still sweaty and flushed.
“Use that pretty mouth for something other than insulting Pogues.” Then he bends you over the bench and fucks you with powerful, authoritative strokes, controlling your pleasure completely.
“Cum when I tell you. This body answers to me.” But you’ll also challenge him in front of friends, only to submit completely in private, which makes the domination even sweeter. He loves power play with toys, restraints and commands that leave you trembling and satisfied, reinforcing that in your world of wealth and status, he is the one who truly owns you.
Q - Quickies: He masters the art of luxurious quickies with you, turning stolen moments into intense, high-stakes bursts of pleasure amid your busy social calendars filled with regattas, charity galas and family obligations.
Between sets at the Island Club tennis courts, he’ll drag you into the private changing room, still sweaty from the match, pinning you against the lockers with your tennis skirt flipped up.
“We’ve only got ten minutes before they notice we’re gone,” he growls but his actions contradict any rush as he drops to his knees, yanking your panties aside to devour your pussy with filthy, hungry licks and sucks. “Taste so fucking good, princess. Always so wet for me.” You bite your lip to stay quiet, fingers tangled in his perfectly tousled hair, while he brings you to the edge fast before standing up, freeing his thick cock and slamming into you in one powerful thrust.
The quickie is raw and efficient with hard, deep strokes that make the lockers rattle, his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your moans as he fucks you relentlessly.
“Cum for me…Milk my cock before someone walks in.” You shatter around him, clenching hard and he follows with a low groan, filling you with hot cum that leaks down your thighs as you both straighten your expensive clothes. He kisses you possessively afterward, whispering, “Walk around the club like that, full of me, while you smile at everyone.”
These quickies happen everywhere. The contrast of your polished public images with the filthy, rushed private claiming keeps the fire burning hotter because you both understand the thrill of maintaining the facade while indulging in pure hedonism.
R - Rough: Rough sex with Rafe is a privileged storm of passion that only another Kook can fully handle and crave. In the Cameron mansion when the family is away, he’ll chase you through the halls playfully before catching you in the library, slamming you face-down over the antique oak desk.
“You’ve been a brat all day,” he snarls, yanking your skirt up and ripping your lace thong clean off. His palm cracks against your ass repeatedly, leaving handprints that bloom beautifully on your skin, before he kicks your legs apart and thrusts in deep without mercy.
“Take this rough Kook cock like the spoiled slut you are for me.” The roughness is relentless, it often includes hair-pulling that arches your back, choking with his strong hand around your elegant throat and bruising grips on your hips as he pounds into you with punishing force, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room.
You push back against him, moaning filthily, “Harder, Rafe…ruin me,” because you love matching his intensity, your nails rake down his back when the position allows, leaving marks he’ll hide under his polo shirts. He flips you onto your back, legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper while degrading and praising in the same breath, “This tight pussy was made for me to wreck. Look at you creaming all over my dick like a good little princess.” He makes you cum multiple times through the roughness, only then allowing his own release, flooding you as he bites down on your shoulder. Afterward, the roughness melts into tender aftercare, him carrying you to the marble shower, washing you gently while kissing every mark.
S - Spanking: Spanking is one of Rafe’s favorite ways to assert control and elicit those perfect whimpers from you during your private escapades. After you tease him at a yacht party by dancing with other guys, he pulls you into the master cabin, bends you over his lap on the luxurious king bed and flips up your short skirt.
“Count them, baby. You know you deserve this for being such a fucking tease.” Each sharp smack of his large hand on your bare ass echoes richly, the sting blooming into delicious heat. He pauses between sets to rub the soreness soothingly, fingers dipping between your thighs to find you soaked.
“So wet already. My spoiled Kook girl gets off on being disciplined, huh?” The spanking evolves into full sex, he fingers you roughly then fucks you from behind, his hips snapping against your tender ass with every thrust. “Feel that burn while I ruin this pussy? Say ‘thank you, Rafe.’”
You moan it out, pushing back for more, the mix of pain and pleasure sending you spiraling into intense orgasms. He loves admiring the marks later, tracing them with his tongue or pressing his fingers into them while slowly making love to you again. These private spankings are a thrilling release valve, leaving you both claimed and satisfied.
T - Teasing: Rafe is an expert at prolonged teasing that drives you to the brink of madness before granting release. On a private sunset cruise, he’ll tie you lightly to the sun deck lounger with soft silk scarves, spreading you open under the fading light. For what feels like hours he uses his mouth, fingers and ice from his champagne bucket to edge you mercilessly, licking slow circles around your clit, pumping two thick fingers deep but avoiding the exact rhythm you need, all while whispering taunts.
“Not yet, princess…beg prettier for me. Tell me how badly this perfect Kook cunt needs my cock.” You writhe and plead, your usual composure shattered, offering anything until he finally gives in, burying himself inside you with a satisfied groan. The teasing makes the eventual fucking explosive with deep thrusts that have you screaming his name across the water. Even in shorter sessions, like during a movie night at your estate, he’ll finger you under the blanket for the entire film, bringing you close over and over without letting you cum until the credits roll.
“Good girls wait,” he murmurs against your ear, voice dark with amusement. The teasing reinforces his control while heightening your connection, as you both revel in the power play only trusted partners from the same elite circle can enjoy without consequences.
U - Unpredictable: Rafe’s moods make every encounter deliciously unpredictable, changing from tender to feral roughness in seconds, keeping you constantly on edge and addicted. One evening he might start slow and romantic in the candlelit Cameron dining room after hours, laying you out on the massive table and worshipping your body with soft kisses and deep, rolling thrusts while murmuring how much he needs you.
“You’re the only one who quiets everything, baby.” Then, triggered by a text or memory, he flips, pinning you harder, choking you lightly and railing you with intensity. “But right now I need to fuck you like I own you.” The switches keep the passion alive, you match him perfectly, sometimes challenging his dominance until he snaps and dominates you completely on the yacht deck or in the pool house. His unpredictability stems from the pressures of his life but with you who understands the weight of expectations, he feels safe unleashing it all. The sex is always mind-blowing, leaving you sore, marked and blissed out, craving whatever version of him comes next.
V - Voyeurism: Rafe Cameron’s voyeuristic streak runs deep when it comes to you, his beautiful Kook counterpart who understands the thrill of being watched without ever truly risking the family reputation.
On the upper deck of the Cameron yacht anchored just offshore during a late summer party, he’ll pull you into the shadowed corner where the lights from below barely reach. The distant sound of laughter and clinking glasses floats up as he bends you over the polished railing, your dress hiked up around your waist.
“They’re all down there talking business and bullshit while I’m up here claiming what’s mine,” he growls low in your ear, one hand fisting your perfectly styled hair while the other guides his thick cock into your dripping pussy in one smooth thrust. He fucks you with deep strokes, the boat gently rocking beneath you, forcing you to grip the railing as your moans carry faintly on the ocean breeze.
“Imagine if someone came up here right now and saw the perfect Kook princess getting railed like a slut by Rafe Cameron…bet they’d be jealous.” The risk is calculated though, security keeps most people away but the possibility electrifies everything. He makes you keep your eyes open, looking out at the lights of Figure Eight while he reaches around to rub your clit in tight circles.
“Watch the world while I ruin this cunt. This is what we do, baby…we take what we want.” When you cum hard, clenching around him and nearly crying out his name, he follows, pumping you full and then pulling out to watch his cum drip down your thighs. He loves making you touch yourself for him too, sitting you on the edge of the massive bed in the master cabin with the curtains partially open, commanding you to spread your legs and fuck yourself with your fingers while he strokes his cock from across the room. “Slower…that’s it, let me see every inch. That’s my good girl.”
W - Worship: Rafe worships you with a dark, obsessive reverence that feels almost sacred in the opulent spaces you both inhabit. After a long night at a charity gala, he brings you back to the Cameron estate’s private spa room, the marble steam room filled with scented mist. He strips you slowly out of your couture gown, kissing every inch of revealed skin as if committing it to memory.
“You’re fucking flawless,” he murmurs against the curve of your breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth while his hands roam your body. He drops to his knees on the warm tiles, lifting one of your legs over his shoulder and devouring your pussy with long, worshipful licks, tongue fucking deep and lips sucking your clit, groaning like your taste is better than any drug.
“This cunt is my religion. So sweet…tight and made just for me.” When he finally stands and slides into you against the heated wall, it’s slow and deep at first, eyes locked as he rolls his hips. “Look at me while I worship you, princess. Feel how perfect we fit.” The worship turns filthier as he loses control, pounding harder, praising how well you take him and how no other girl in Figure Eight compares.
He cums with your name on his lips, then drops down again to clean you with his tongue, savoring the mix of your releases. In quieter moments like lazy mornings in silk sheets, he traces every curve with his fingers and mouth, whispering vulnerabilities he’d never share with anyone else. “You’re the only one who makes me feel like I’m at the top and still need more.”
X - X-Rated: Your entire relationship with Rafe is unapologetically X-rated, a private porno of privilege where the production value is as high as the depravity. He loves filming discreet, high-quality clips on his phone, capturing you on your knees in the yacht’s master suite, mascara running as you deepthroat his cock with obscene wet sounds, looking up at the camera with pure lust.
“Fuck, look at that pretty face taking every inch...my perfect X-rated Kook whore.” The videos are always deleted after but the act of recording makes everything hotter. During marathon sessions in the empty mansion he describes every filthy detail out loud, “Watch how your tight pussy stretches around my cock, baby. See how creamy you get for me? This is premium shit right here.” He’ll fuck you in front of strategically placed mirrors, forcing you to watch the explicit scene, from your tits bouncing, to his balls slapping against you and the way your face contorts in ecstasy as he chokes you lightly and rails you senseless. The sounds are pure porn, a mix of your broken screams of “Please break me,” his guttural moans and the wet squelching of your soaked pussy.
He incorporates toys bought from exclusive shops, vibrators, plugs and restraints, turning long nights into extended explicit scenes where he edges you for hours before the grand finale of multiple creampies. The X-rated indulgence feels natural and safe as money facilitates it. It’s a shared escape into pure hedonism behind the polished facade of Figure Eight.
Y - Yearning: The yearning Rafe feels for you is constant and consuming, a deep ache that no amount of coke, parties or family money can touch when you’re apart. During family trips or when social obligations keep you separated for days, his texts turn desperate and explicit, “Need that tight pussy wrapped around me right now. Send me a picture or I’m driving over there and fucking you in front of your parents’ staff.” When you finally reunite, you may sneak away to the private beach at midnight or the guest house and the sex is fervent and marathon-length. He tears at your clothes, lifting you against the nearest wall and sinking into you bare with a shared groan of relief.
“Fuck, I missed this. Missed how you feel, how you sound, how you fucking own me.” The yearning leads to intense and emotional rounds, rough at first to release the built-up tension, then slower and deeper as he holds eye contact, murmuring how no one else satisfies him.
“You’re in my head every second…this pussy has me addicted.” You feel the same yearning, craving his dominance and the way he makes your privileged world feel alive and dangerous.
Reunions often last all night with multiple positions and endless orgasms, until you’re both exhausted and tangled in expensive sheets, the yearning temporarily sated but already building again.
Z - Zenith: The zenith of pleasure with Rafe is an explosive, mind-melting peak that shatters every barrier between you, leaving you both floating in shared ecstasy only two people from your world could reach together.
In the ultimate setting, like the master suite of the yacht during a private overnight sail, he pushes you to the absolute limit with every tool at his disposal, hours of teasing and edging, rough fucking and passionate worship, all building toward the crescendo. When it hits, it’s cataclysmic, you’re riding him reverse cowgirl on the massive bed, his hands guiding your hips as he thrusts up brutally, one hand reaching around to rub your clit while the other chokes you lightly.
“Cum with me, baby and let me feel you at the top.” Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, pussy spasming hard around his cock, squirting slightly as you scream his name loud enough for the ocean to swallow it. Rafe follows right after, roaring as he pumps rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you, grinding up to prolong the high. In that zenith moment everything aligns, bodies locked, status forgotten, darkness and light blending perfectly. You both collapse in a sweaty, cum-soaked tangle, breathing ragged, minds blissfully quiet as he holds you close and strokes your hair. The afterglow is luxurious and tender with chilled wine, soft touches,and whispered promises, cementing the bond in the highest form of shared pleasure. These zenith experiences are what keep you both coming back, addicted to reaching that peak only the other can provide…in bed and outside of it.
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thinking about older!bf Rafe who makes you call him dad during sex.
he's so gross and disgusting, forcing your mouth open with sticky weed fingers, slick from past blunts likely stumped out on concrete somewhere. he may be older, but he still has that same youth in him.
sometimes he'll get you high, when he hangs out with his friends, sipping beers in the low light comfort of his living room.
Rafe lets you plop down onto his lap, hiding your face in his neck, before telling you to close your eyes and breathe in as he blows smoke inside. it takes a little bit for it to kick in, before you're pliant and soft for him. you and Rafe had talked about this kind of thing, him showing you off in front of his friends. there were strict guidelines, they cant touch, cant say anything directly to you. it was your boundaries, and even though you wanted this too, you had to be comfortable.
he'd spread you open, whispering in your ear to "lift y'ur hips for me bun." watching as you follow his every order. then he'd would spread your slick lips apart, rubbing at them vigorously just to watch as some of it splashes on the hardwood floor, some on his boot.
his friends would watch with lidded eyes as he works you open on his fingers, Rafe thick digits hitting all the best spots inside of you.curling his fingers and making sure to get all the movements right that make you whine, arch and squeal. it's like a show and tell of sorts, and you're his present.
Rafe would make you beg for that release, edging you twice, just to put on a show for his friends. and then when you do cum, he makes you say thank you. "good girls use their manners. Aren't you my good girl, hmm?" he'd say, with a slight raised eyebrow and a smirk as you flush red. the embarrassment of what you need to do hits hard, but the need for that tight coil in your tummy to break is so much more important.
you're so close, and you know he wont let you cum until you do exactly as he says. "p-please Rafe?"
he'd shake his head, chuckling lowly a bit as he lifts the hand on your thigh to rest behind his ear. "Nah baby, y'know that's not my name." his fingers slow down inside of you, for fear of your orgasm slipping away once more, you follow his directions. "please d-dad! need it, need it so bad, need t'cum!" his friends laugh, voices echoing like a tunnel from in front of you, but you're too high on sex and weed to care, eyes only on Rafe and ears buzzing.
he lets you cum, eventually, kissing your forehead as you finally come down. his friends leave, Rafe kicking them out so he can take care of you. kissing your ankles and working the kinks out of your neck. he runs a hot bath, caring you to and from the tub before bed. "thank you dad."
"'course baby. always gonna take care of you." and you know he means it, every word.
“thought you said you were waiting until you asked me to be your girlfriend hm?” jj pounds into you mercilessly as you moan louder. “couldn’t- fuck… FUCK baby- couldn’t hold back..” jj muttered and railed you even harder.
jj suddenly pulls out, before you could whine, jj connects his lips to your puffy clit and eats you out with abandon. as you reach your high, he plunges his two digits into your sopping pussy roughly, earning another orgasm out of you. “baby.. too much” you whimpered.
“not done yet mama.” he smirked as he suddenly rammed back into your cunt, fucking you rougher and rubbing tight circles on your clit. “you’re so tight and wet… fuck- tell me where you want my nut at baby.” he lifted your legs over his shoulders, making his cock hit magic spots you didn’t even know existed.
jj kept hitting those spots with each thrust until he brung you to the edge. “FUCK JJ!” you screamed and came on his cock, hard. he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, causing you to have another one and let out gushing liquid from your spasming pussy.
“fuck baby that’s all i need, shit that’s it right there.” his thrusts became more erratic as he neared his climax. “where you want it at sweet girl?”
“i-inside…” without another word, jj went harder and faster until his cock erupted, spurts of cum shooting from his twitching tip. “fuck baby, did you like that?”
credits: oysters png from @saizun , and amazing gifs from @rafeyscurtainbangs
The boat rocks beneath you as you step toward where Rafe sits bound against the wall, looking both furious and oddly vulnerable. You catch his eye as you enter the room, holding a small packet of aspirin and a plate of food. His eyebrows lift slightly in surprise, but his cocky smirk returns almost immediately.
“Look who’s here to take care of me,” he drawls, his voice dripping with that familiar teasing tone, though there’s a flicker of genuine relief in his eyes.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” You roll your eyes, but there’s no real bite to your words. You set the plate down next to him and hand over the aspirin, glancing away to avoid letting him see the small, reluctant smile tugging at your lips. “Thought you’d need this. Can’t have you passing out on us.”
Rafe takes the aspirin from your hand, holding your gaze just a little too long before he swallows it dry. “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting room service,” he murmurs, eyes never leaving yours. “Didn’t know you cared this much.”
You scoff, folding your arms. “You should know by now I don’t want you dead, Rafe,” you say with a wry smile. “But don’t expect this to become a habit.”
He chuckles, the sound low and a little smug. “We’ll see about that,” he says, shifting against the ropes, clearly enjoying the attention. He nods toward the plate. “So, what—are you gonna feed me, too?”
You blink, taken aback by his nerve, and then raise an eyebrow, letting sarcasm color your voice. “Would you like me to? Or do you think you can manage?” You narrow your eyes, daring him to keep pushing.
Rafe’s smirk wavers, his cheeks turning the faintest shade of pink as he quickly looks away. “I can handle it,” he mutters, clearly flustered but trying to play it off. “Don’t get carried away.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t planning to.” But you can’t help the grin tugging at your lips as you settle back, watching as he tries to pick up a piece of food from the plate with an awkward, fumbling grip, struggling against the restraints.
You stifle a laugh as he tries to eat without making a mess, and he catches you smiling, his jaw tightening. “Something funny?” he snaps, though there’s a hint of embarrassment in his tone.
You shrug, biting back your amusement. “Nothing at all. You look perfectly in control.”
Rafe grumbles under his breath, focusing intently on his food to avoid meeting your eyes. Another wave rocks the boat, causing you to steady yourself against the wall, and you look back to find him watching you, something almost like concern flickering in his gaze.
“Be careful,” he mutters, his voice softer, dropping the bravado for a split second.
For a moment, you just look at each other, the storm outside and the chaos around you fading into the background. His cocky expression softens, and he gives you a small, grateful nod. He won’t say it, but you know he’s thankful.
“Thanks,” he says quietly, his gaze lingering on you a beat longer.
“Yeah, yeah,” you reply, crossing your arms as you lean back against the wall. “Just don’t make me regret it.”
Rafe grins, his cockiness slipping back into place, but now it’s warmer, less of a wall and more like something shared just between the two of you. As he reaches for another bite, he murmurs, “Wouldn’t dream of it.” And as much as you try to resist, you can’t help the small, reluctant smile that crosses your face in response.
The storm hits hard, the boat rocking violently beneath your feet. You’re barely able to keep your balance as you make your way through the narrow, dimly lit hallway. Waves crash against the hull, each one sending a jolt of panic through your body. But there’s something else clawing at you—something that won’t let you ignore the sound of Rafe’s voice, sharp and desperate, calling from another room.
“Come on! Cut me loose!” His voice cracks, the desperation in it too raw to ignore.
You freeze, breath catching in your throat. Rafe. He’s still tied up. The ropes are holding him in place as the boat teeters precariously on the brink of capsizing. You can hear Pope and Cleo yelling from the kitchen, their voices overlapping, trying to convince you to leave it alone. To save yourself. But you can’t. Not this time.
You grip the knife tighter, your fingers cold and trembling from the anxiety rising in your chest. There’s no time to think. Rafe’s call keeps echoing in your head, and that voice—the urgency, the fear—pushes you forward. You make your way toward the room where you heard him last, the sound of the storm growing louder as it pounds against the sides of the boat.
Before you even get to the door, Cleo’s voice rings out. “No! Y/N, No!”
Pope’s voice follows, sharper. “Y/N, stop don’t let him out!”
But you keep moving. You don’t stop. You can’t. There’s no way you’re going to let Rafe stay there, helpless and bound, when you can do something about it.
When you reach the door, you shove it open, and the sight of Rafe tied up against the far wall hits you with a jolt. He’s slumped slightly, sweat slicking his forehead, his face drawn with exhaustion and frustration. His eyes snap to you, and for a split second, they soften with something almost like relief.
“Cut me loose, come on!” He says again, his voice strained, but louder this time, more insistent.
His hands are bound tightly in thick ropes, his legs spread out uncomfortably beneath him. The ropes seem too thick for him to break on his own. You can see the tension in his body, the way his muscles twitch from the strain, and the panic that flickers behind his gaze. There’s no time to waste. You don’t think twice. You crouch in front of him, the knife in your hand glinting in the low light.
Rafe watches you, his chest rising and falling unevenly. “Don’t make me regret this,” you murmur, feeling your heart beat faster as you cut into the thick rope that’s holding him in place. Your hands are shaking, the knife slipping slightly as the boat tilts again, but you focus on the task at hand.
“Come on, hurry up.” His words are clipped, desperate, and you push aside the nervous tightness in your chest as you work faster, cutting the ropes.
You’re close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, a stark contrast to the cold, wet air from the storm. The boat groans as another wave slams against it, and Rafe’s eyes flicker to the window, then back to you.
“Please,” he breathes, and it’s that one word that makes everything else fade away—the roaring storm, the panicked shouting from the others, the ticking clock of time slipping away.
The last thread gives way with a sharp cut, and Rafe’s hands are free. His arms immediately reach for you, grabbing hold of your wrist with a surprising amount of force, pulling himself upright.
“Thanks,” he mutters, his voice rough, but there’s something deeper in it, something like a sense of vulnerability you’ve never seen from him before.
You don’t have time to say anything, to wonder if he’s really thankful or if he’s just grateful to be free. The boat shudders violently, and you both stumble as the hull groans beneath you. The wind howls outside, whipping against the windows, and you know there’s not much time before things get worse.
Rafe doesn’t wait for an invitation. He grabs your arm, pulling you toward the narrow hallway. “We need to get to somewhere safer,” he says, his tone not leaving any room for an argument.
You’re both moving quickly, though the boat keeps pitching wildly. The wind screeches, and water sloshes against the floorboards. Every step feels like a risk, like the boat could capsize at any moment. But Rafe doesn’t let go of your arm. He pulls you behind him, guiding you toward a small corner near the engine room, the only place that might offer even the slightest bit of shelter.
You slide into the corner, pressing yourself against the cold wall. It’s not the safest place, but in the madness of the storm, it’s all you have. Rafe follows, wedging himself beside you. There’s barely enough room for the two of you, but you don’t mind. You’re not focused on that right now. All you can think about is how the boat is rocking, how you’re both on the brink of disaster, and how Rafe’s body is so close to yours.
He leans into you, his breathing ragged and uneven. For a moment, he pulls away, but then his hand is at your waist, his grip tightening. It’s almost like he’s afraid you might slip away from him. He presses his body closer, his face now inches from yours, and you can feel the rapid beat of his heart.
Rafe places his head on your neck, his face buried in the crook of your shoulder. The warmth of his breath on your skin is both comforting and unsettling, but you don’t pull away. Instead, you place your hand on his back, the pressure of your touch grounding both of you as the storm rages on around you.
“You’re okay,” you whisper, though you’re not sure if you’re trying to reassure him or yourself.
Rafe doesn’t respond, but you feel his muscles relax, his tense body unwinding little by little. He’s not just holding onto you for stability; it feels like he’s holding onto you for something more. You can’t explain it, but there’s something in the way he leans into you, something raw and vulnerable that you’ve never seen before.
you have been emotional all day today, little things that happen you would get mad and cry out of frustration.
you couldn’t tell why, but it kept you in a mad mood.
you were sitting on the outside couch with rafe, watching him do pointless things on his laptop and call it “work.”
“rafe, why can’t you just spend time with me? you’re always doing stuff that make no sense! i just want some time with you,”
rafe just huffs a sigh. he runs a hand over his face like he’s had enough.
sometimes, you can be sensitive. rafe knows that. but he doesn’t get why you get mad at him every time you don’t get your way.
“precious, you gotta stop being so cranky with me. okay? i ain’t done nothing to you.”
you gasp and sit up quickly, looking him in his eyes. “you don’t spend any time with me anymore!”
rafe closes his laptop and leans over to throw you over his shoulder. he stands up and walks back into the house.
—
rafe lays you in your shared bed with him. he scans the room until he walks into the connected bathroom and grabs some makeup wipes that are sat on the bathroom counter.
he walks back over to you and holds your chin snug in his hand, wiping off your makeup with his other hand using the wipe he got from the bathroom.
the wipe gets put on the your nightstand for the time being.
you watch him walk over to the closet, picking up some comfy clothes for you to sleep in and set them on the bed. rafe jesters you to lift up your arms and you do just that.
rafe pulls your top off and your bra following after that. he pulls a his t shirt over your head. you lift your legs when he tries to pull your pants off. you help him with the waist part.
you don’t mind just sleeping in your panties and a shirt, so you move under the blankets when he’s taken off your pants.
“now, you’re gonna sleep so it can take away that sensitivity you have.”
you nod with a pout, but rafe can already tell you’re nearing your way to unconsciousness. he can see the way you look at him with heavy eyes.
“just gotta be a sweet girl, yeah? then i can do whatever you want me to do.”
“i’ll be a sweet girl rafey, promise” you move to lay on your side, the pillow already suffocating you as you fall to sleep.
he gets up off the side of the bed and smiles down at you before kissing your cheek. “i know baby.”
