warnings: unprotected sex, slight sub!rafe (?), praise, hair pulling, titty sucking, spanking, groping, light biting, face sitting, oral sex (f. receiving), tongue fucking, overstimulation
a/n: this one is for my plus sized baddies ໒꒰ྀི ˶> ˕ <˶꒱ྀི১
“fuck, fuck, fuck..” to say that rafe was gone and so far away in his own state of hysteria would be putting it nicely. he looked thoroughly flushed underneath you, his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning a bright pink as your hips moved up and down his length. rafe laid there at your mercy, his fingertips digging so hard into the plush flesh of your thighs, you couldn’t help but whine at the slight discomfort every time he managed to grip you even tighter than before. with teary eyes, rafe gazed up at you as his jaw fell slack, his eyebrows knitting together as you switched from bouncing on top of him to dragging your hips slowly over his lap so he could revel in the feeling of you being wrapped around him— so warm and tight.
“holy shit, baby,” rafe groaned, craning his neck to look down and see where you two were connected, “f-feels so fucking good.” he shuddered, blinking slowly as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. you watched rafe’s chest cave in with every breath, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he cursed obscenities through gritted teeth. moving his palms to the curves of your hips, he urged you to lean down and rest against his chest, one arm wrapping tight around your waist, and the other gripping the roots of your hair as his mouth latched onto your nipple. “oh—!” you cried out when he started fucking up into you, the plap! plap! plap! of his skin meeting yours making your cheeks heat.
rafe couldn’t comprehend anything else except for the sweet scent of your perfume, the softness of your skin, and the wetness that surrounded his cock with every thrust inside your needy cunt. “i don’t know what you do to me,” rafe held you close, “every time i’m inside you, i can’t fucking think.” he laughed, feeling damn near psychotic by how fast the smile left his lips when he felt you clench around him. slamming his palm down, you yelped when rafe grabbed a handful of your ass without any kind of gentle regard, his teeth nipping at your skin as you reveled in the pure unadulterated pleasure licking your insides. “this body is perfect,” he grunted, groping at your tummy, “you’re perfect.”
before you could register his words, rafe was pulling out and scooting down the bed so he could seat you on his face, his strong arms wrapping around your thighs before his tongue was flicking against your clit. doubling over, you threaded your fingers in his hair as a broken moan sounded from your lips. “oh god!” you squealed, your shoulders dropping in defeat upon feeling the familiar tension beginning to coil in your belly. rafe didn’t care about being soft or sweet when he was devouring you like a man starved. times like this called for your ass and thighs to smother him in a way that had his cock standing up in the air by itself, the tip of his nose nudging your sensitive bundle of nerves as he worked your entrance with his tongue— the combination making you cum on his face in record time.
rafe made sure to hold you in place when overstimulation set in so that you couldn’t pull away from him until he was done, your orgasm ripping through you as you shook and trembled in his hold. you were nothing short of intoxicating, your sticky succulence driving rafe mad with lust as he continued lapping at your glossy folds. he could never get enough of you— not when every time felt like the first time all over’s again. hearing you cry, seeing you squirm, feeling your body react to every praise and compliment he showered you with.. there was never going to be another feeling that could top this one.
pov. reader pranks rafe by calling him her friend, and he shows her what friends don’t do.
content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, cussing, missionary, degrading, praising, face grabbing, no proof read, teasing, dom!rafe, sub!reader, penetration, slight mention of throat grabbing, edging(?)
your phone was already recording before rafe even wandered into frame. “rafe!” you called out.
he got up from the living room couch and came to you soon as he heard his name. you were standing at the kitchen island with some overpriced drink you’d bought because your followers kept asking you to try it, the front camera angled just enough to catch both of you. they also requested you to prank him, and who are you to say no?
rafe leaned against the counter beside you, absentmindedly spinning his truck keys around one finger while watching you talk to the camera. he was focused on his plans with golfing, so he wasn’t paying much attention to what you were saying, only half listening as he reached over and stole the drink out of your hand for a sip.
you laughed, pulling it back. “give it—” you say, watching him drink it. “it’s not even good,” he muttered after swallowing, setting it back in front of you. his disgust settling faintly on his face.
you rolled your eyes dramatically toward the camera. “anyway,” you continued, “my friend picked this one out, so if it’s disgusting, blame him.” you say to the camera, and then silence leaked into the conversation, not from you, but from him.
you noticed it almost immediately. rafe didn’t move, he didn’t even blink at first. it was almost like he was he was freezing to contain himself.
“…fuck you just say?” he asked, his eyes look in at yours. you looked over innocently. “my friend.” you echo, and his eyebrows pulled together into an scowl. “what’d you just call me?” he questioned, and you frowned like you genuinely had no idea what he was talking about. “…my friend?” you repeated.
he stared at you for another second, waiting for you to laugh, but you didn’t. instead, you turned right back toward the camera. “he picked it because he said it’d be good.” you said to the camera, smiling.
“i’m your friend?” he asked again, his voice was flatter now. you looked back again. “yeah.” you say, your face straight and tone nothing but serious.
you were looking at him as if he was crazy and that bit at his patience. “no.” he replied, and you blinked slowly as if you were just trying to piss him off…you were.
“..no?” you echo, and he continues glaring at you. “don’t call me that.” he demand but you let out a confused little laugh. “why?” you ask. “cause i’m not your friend.” he answered and you tilted your head, brows furrowed in confusion.
“yes, you are.” you reply.
he looked at you like you’d just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard. “…what?” he asked, but not wanting an actual answer. “you’re my friend.” but you gave it anyway.
“no, i’m not.” he defends, shaking his head side to side.
“rafe,” you laughed, “you literally are.” you continue, and his jaw flexed. “no, i literally ain’t.” he corrected, you tilted your head, toying with his patience. “but you are.” you add. he let out a slow breath through his nose, trying very hard to stay patient.
“that’s not what i am.” he says. “then what are you?” you asked, testing even more how far you could take this. he gave you an incredulous look. “…seriously?”
you only shrugged.
“i mean… you’re my friend.” you said, and silence settled once again. this time, the tension was thick. he looked from you to the phone, then back to you. his irritation was starting to be visible now. “are you hearin’ yourself?”
you frowned. “what?” you asked. “friends?” he quoted you and he scoffed under his breath.
“friends don’t fu—” he stopped himself due to the video, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before shaking his head. “nevermind.” he mumbled.
you rolled your eyes to smoothly hide your face so you could at least grin from your suppressed laughter. you then looked up at him with the straightest face you could possibly have. “what?” you ask.
“nothing.” he replied, then he looked away for a second, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck before looking back at you. “don’t call me that.” he commanded.
“why are you getting so worked up?” you asked, genuinely selling the confusion. “you are my friend.” you stated, his head tipped back for a second in disbelief. “i’m your boyfriend.” he corrected. “yeah…” you said, dragging the word out.
“…and?” he asked, gesturing his hands as if he wants you to speed up the word and finish the sentence. “…boyfriends are friends.” you state and he let out a dry laugh. “that’s not the point.” he said, getting serious. “i don’t see the problem.” you admit and he stared at you in response. “course you don’t.” he comments, his annoyance finally slipped into his voice.
“you stand there, lookin’ me dead in the face, callin’ me your friend like we’ve just been… hangin’ out.” he describes, his eyes never looking away from your eyes. “we do hang out.” you reply.
he shut his eyes for a brief second. “jesus christ.” he mutters to himself and you smiled sweetly at him in response. “what?” you ask. he points at himself. “i’m your boyfriend.” he corrects and you shake your head side to side. “no, you’re my friend.”
“oh yeah? i’m just your friend, now?” he asked, his tone dripping with dare. you swallow, his eye contact making you nervous. “yes.” you confirm and he stared at you for another long second before snatching up your phone and ending the video.
his thick cock pushes into you in one rough thrust, stretching you so wide you gasp, back arching hard off the mattress as you try to adjust to the sudden fullness. he’s so deep already, buried to the hilt, your walls fluttering around his girth.
“look at me,” he orders, his voice low. you barely manage to focus, eyes glassy, when his hand roughly grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he forces your face up to meet his intense stare. his hips snap forward again, fucking into you harder, making your tits bounce with every thrust.
“is this what a friend does to you, huh?” rafe questions, eyes filled with tease, his cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over. you’re so full, so overwhelmed, the words stick in your throat. only broken whimpers escape as he keeps pounding into you, the wet sounds of your pussy filling the room.
“answer me,” he demands, tightening his grip on your face, hips never slowing. your back arches sharply again, trying to take him deeper, adjust to how thick he feels splitting you open. your nails dig into his shoulders as you finally grunt out, voice wrecked, “no!”
rafe smirks, satisfied, and leans down to bite at your neck while he fucks you even harder, claiming every inch of you like he’s proving exactly how far from ‘friends’ you really are.
rafe doesn’t let up for a second, his hips slamming into you with punishing force, driving his thick cock so deep your eyes roll back. the wet slap of skin on skin echoes louder as he fucks you harder into the mattress, your legs spread wider around his waist.
“fuckin’ look at you,” he taunts, voice rough and mocking as his hand stays locked on your jaw, forcing your hazy eyes back to his. “so cock drunk on your supposed friend’s dick already. can’t even think straight, can you? just taking it like a good little slut.” he teased.
you try to respond but another brutal thrust knocks the air from your lungs. your back arches even harder, pussy clenching tight around his girth as he grinds against that spot that makes your toes curl. words won’t form, only broken moans and gasps spill out while he rails you.
“such a slutty little thing,” rafe sneers, leaning closer so his breath fans hot against your lips, hips snapping relentlessly. “got a boyfriend waiting somewhere and here you are, legs spread wide open for me. letting your ‘friend’ stretch this pretty pussy out. bet he doesn’t fuck you like this, does he?” he teased again.
you’re shaking under him, overwhelmed, body jolting with every deep stroke. your nails rake down his back but you can’t manage a single sentence, just pathetic whimpers as he pounds you senseless.
he chuckles darkly, thumb brushing your bottom lip before he grips your face tighter. “is this what you want, huh? my attention? my cock ruining you?” he punctuates the question with a particularly hard thrust that makes you cry out, walls fluttering wildly around him. “answer me, baby. tell me this is exactly what that slutty pussy needs.” but you can’t.
you’re too full, too fucked out, only able to moan and arch into him as rafe keeps driving into you without mercy, owning every inch while he teases you mercilessly in that low, filthy voice, dripping with his annoyance he had before toward you.
“you love this, don’t you?” he growls, voice low and taunting, grinding deep before pulling back and slamming in again. “tell me, baby. do you love me? huh?” he asks.
you’re so cock drunk, eyes glassy and unfocused, but you nod repeatedly, fast and desperate, your body jolting with every thrust as broken whimpers spill from your lips. your move closer, trying to take him even deeper, pussy clenching around his girth like you never want him to pull out.
rafe’s smirk, satisfied. he leans in closer, lips brushing yours as he fucks you harder, hips relentless. “yeah? then what are you to me? say it. what the fuck are you to me?” he asked.
you’re gasping, barely able to form words, but the pressure of his cock dragging against your walls forces it out between moans. your voice comes out wrecked and breathy, “you’re not my friend—i love you—” you babble.
the words break off into a loud moan as he rewards you with a particularly deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt and staying there, grinding slow and filthy while he stares down at you with hunger.
“damn right i’m not your fuckin’ friend,” he hisses, finally releasing your jaw only to slide his hand down and wrap it around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin as he starts railing you again.
rafe’s thrusts grow erratic, harder and deeper, his thick cock swelling inside your tight, fluttering walls as he chases his own release, while he stares down at your wrecked face. “gonna fill this slutty pussy up,” he growls, hips snapping forward with punishing force. “bad girls like you don’t get to cum, but i do. take it.” he comments.
you’re shaking, so close, desperately trying to grind up against him, but he pins your hips down with his weight and fucks you even rougher.
your moans turn into broken sobs of pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt one last time, groaning low and filthy as he cums hard inside you. thick, hot spurts flood your pussy, pulsing deep while he grinds through it, making sure every drop stays buried in you.
you clench around him, right on the edge, whimpering and arching, begging with your body for just a little more.
but rafe pulls out slowly, his spent cock dragging against your sensitive walls, leaving you empty and aching. his cum leaks out of your stretched hole as he sits back on his heels, breathing heavy, a cruel smirk on his lips.
“bad girls don’t get to cum,” he says, voice rough and mocking as he watches you squirm. “you wanna joke about me being your friend on your little tiktok shit? then you can stay dripping with my load and unsatisfied like the desperate slut you are.” he stated.
he leans down, pressing a mocking kiss to your forehead while you whine and try to reach for him, thighs trembling.
SYNOPSIS‧₊˚ After making a splash in the "Kiss and Tell" challenge, you find yourself drawn to the magnetic but "taken" Rafe Cameron.
WARNING(S)‧₊˚ ruthie's a mean girl, deception, swearing, suggestive content, emotional stress, not proofread ywt
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“IT’S OUR COUPLES FIRST NIGHT IN THE VILLA. As our four couples sit shaking in their seats, our lovely Ariana is waiting to give them their first challenge.”
The air hummed with anticipation, the neon glow of the Love Island villa casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. It was the first night, and already, the drama was brewing. After the initial coupling, four pairs stood awkwardly — Cleo and Pope, Sarah and Topper, John B and Kiara, Rafe and Ruthie.
The host, none other than Ariana Madix, clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Alright, Islanders. It’s time for our very first challenge — 'Kiss and Tell'... or maybe just 'Kiss' for now…" Nervous giggles rippled through the group, the islanders sharing weary smiles and awkward glances. "Here's how it works: you'll each be blindfolded. Then, you'll be given the chance to kiss someone you might have a little bit of interest in…outside of your couple. No talking, just kissing. And please, try to be quiet." Ariana smiled mischievously. “With that, Islanders, please place your blindfolds over your eyes.”
A heavy tension hung in the air as the couples silently placed the thick, black blindfolds over their eyes. With one of their senses taken, Ariana continued. “If you’d like to kiss someone outside of your current couple, please, raise your hand.”
With slow, steady, and somewhat unsure movements — a few islanders took a leap and raised their hands. First it was Ruthie, then Topper, then Pope, then John B. The hosts’ eyes widened, turning to the camera and mouthing a ‘wow’.
“Islanders,” Ariana started once she made a mental note of who held their hand up. “When I tap your shoulder, you may silently get up and kiss the islander, or islanders, of your choice.” And with a wink towards the camera, Ariana stepped down from the platform and quietly started rounding the circle of couples, tapping Ruthie on the shoulder first.
A wide grin plastered on her face as she slid the blindfold from over her eyes. Quietly sliding off of her seat next to Rafe, she moved with surprising confidence. She wasted no time in planting quick, decisive kisses on all the boys. She started with Pope, attempting to deepen it, but he didn’t seem quite interested. Then she moved onto John B, the kiss not lasting long. She made her last move on Topper, a kiss that lasted a bit too long for comfort…and definitely was heard by the others.
Confessional : Sarah
“I’m not saying Topper got kissed…” She started, hands in the air. “All I’m saying is that I heard lips locking a little too close to my ear.”
Confessional : Ruthie
Producer: Do you feel bad about kissing all of the guys?
“Do I feel bad?” She asked almost unbelievably. “Why would I? This is Love Island. I’m just playing the game. Plus, maybe if I make Rafe a little jealous, he’ll actually show some interest in me…” She rolled her eyes.
Once Ruthie was sat and blindfolded, Pope was the next to receive a soft tap on his shoulder.
Slowly removing his blindfold and getting out of his seat, the boy found his way straight to Kiara. With a gentle finger under her chin, Pope placed a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.
Confessional : Pope
“I felt kind of bad stepping outside of my coupling with Cleo, but I feel this, like, pull towards Kiara and it just felt like an opportunity I couldn’t pass up.”
With Pope back in his seat, it was Topper’s turn. Ariana’s jaw dropped when he practically made a b-line for Ruthie, shoving his tongue down her throat.
Confessional : Topper
“I kind of had a feeling it was Ruthie that kissed me but after kissing her, I know it was her. For sure.” He smiled, leaning back. “Glad to know the feeling’s mutual.”
And lastly, after Topper had his fun, it was John B’s time to shine. He took a deep breath before he found Sarah, a brief but undeniable spark in their exchange—him taking her face in both of his hands and placing a passionate kiss on her lips.
Confessional : John B
“Sarah and I kept locking eyes during the coupling, so I was kinda bummed when she went with Topper…” John B shrugged. “But your boy never gives up, so of course I had to show her what she was missing. Even if she doesn’t know it was me...yet.” He winked.
With John B back in his seat, Ariana returned to the middle. But instead of instructing the islanders to remove their blindfolds, she glances over her shoulder, waving two people over.
“Uh-oh. It looks like our couples are about to get their first real taste of Love Island — please welcome our first bombshells, Y/N and JJ.”
The villa was silent as you entered the villa alongside JJ, small smirks on your faces as you anticipated the drama you were about to stir. It was exciting and nerve-wracking all at the same time.
Confessional : You
“Hi!" You beamed. "I’m Y/N, I’m twenty-two and I’m from Vegas. I just recently graduated with a Psych degree but I definitely gained some other…useful skills throughout my multiple careers." You laughed. "I’m here to take another chance on love and find my person. I know that coming in as a bombshell, it’s kind of my role to step on toes, but that’s really not my intention, and I hope I can get on with the girls before I have to steal one of their guys…”
Confessional : JJ
“I’m JJ, I’m twenty-two and I’m from Florida. I work as a surf instructor and I came here to work on my…non-commitalism? I think that’s what they called it… I don’t know, but girls apparently hate it." He shrugged, the producers laughing in the background. "I’ve been called a “red flag” too many times for my liking, so, here I am.”
As you and JJ come to stand beside the host, your eyes wander over the blindfolded, unexpecting couples. They were all attractive, even with parts of their features covered, and you could tell this would be a hard decision.
Silently, Ariana motioned for JJ to step forward and kiss the girls first. And the blonde could not be more excited.
Looks like JJ is wasting no time in taking his chances. This man’s got no fear as he approaches our first blindfolded girl.
Confessional : You
“Y’know, I’m kind of glad that I came in with JJ because, I can’t lie, he’s an attractive guy, and had I not? I might’ve gone for him. But after getting to talk to him, he’s very…different.” You laughed, a hand covering your mouth. “Like, it’s not a bad thing but…" Your voice dropped to a whisper as if anyone could hear you. "...he kept looking at my boobs in the car.”
The nearest couple to the three unblindfolded happened to be Cleo and Pope, and JJ didn’t hesitate in making an impression — a hand gently slid up the length of Cleo’s neck, guiding her to tilt her head up as JJ pressed his lips against hers.
Moving onto the next, Topper sat still, none the wiser to an all too happy JJ slowly approaching Sarah. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he dipped down and placed a sensual kiss to her lips.
Then it was Kiara, both of his hands cradling the girl’s round cheeks as sloppily kissed her right next to her partner.
Lastly, he ended his show with a brief but still steamy kiss with Ruthie, who surprisingly (or not), gripped his arms as he locked lips.
As JJ made his way back to the platform, licking his lips — you and the host couldn’t do anything but shake your heads. Once JJ was planted in his spot, Ariana nodded her head in your direction as a silent signal for you to follow JJ’s lead, only this time…on all the boys.
With a deep breath, you quietly stepped down from the heart shaped platform, careful not to make noise with the heels on your feet.
The first guy you approached, Pope, caught your eye immediately — dark skin, coily hair, and muscles that clearly took some hard work and time. He was hard to miss, and you were glad you didn’t. Standing in between his legs, one of your hands slithered behind his neck, the boy visibly shivering under your touch before you dipped down and connected your lips with his. Pope involuntarily made a small sound of surprise before relaxing into the exchange, just seconds before you decided to pull away and approach the next guy.
This one was blonde and much lankier, his shoulders much too square for your taste. Even with the blindfold, you could tell he wasn’t quite your speed. But Kiss and Tell was the name of the game, and unlike the others, you weren’t given much of a choice in the matter. Bending down, you placed a kiss to his lips, not as engaged as before as you pulled away, gently swiping his chin before moving on.
The next guy was definitely something — John B had a nice tan, visible freckles and sun spots, and this fluffy, brown hair that definitely gave him some points. Your fingers trailed up his arms, feeling that slight hairs on them as you ran them all up until they could thread into his mess of loose curls, pulling at them slightly to tilt his head back as you slid your lips against his. As you pulled away, you could see that he was visibly breathless, the sight almost making you chuckle.
But you held it in and choked it down as your eyes landed on your fourth and final victim of the night. The smile was almost immediately wiped from your face when you got a good look at the guy you’d be kissing — a buzzcut, well-defined muscles that had maps of veins that you could spend hours tracing with your fingers, and this somewhat ever-present smirk on his face that didn’t seem to fade.
Rafe wasn’t just your type. He was straight up something out of a dream.
And you didn’t even get to see his eyes, yet.
And you couldn’t stop yourself as you quietly walked in his direction, stopping right in front of him. It was almost like the man could sense your presence as his head slightly angled itself upwards, almost like he could see you through the obstruction. The movement made your heart race but you didn’t allow it to throw you off your game.
Your hands started at his knees, slowly moving up as they caressed his thighs. Rafe was unwavering, deathly still, but his clenching jaw was a dead giveaway — and your sign that you must’ve been doing something right. As one hand remained planted on his thigh, the other slowly traveled up his chest, to his neck, all the way up until you could hold his face in your hand, slightly pulling it closer in order to carefully connect his lips with your own. Out of all the kisses you’d given out tonight, this one was the only one to make your head spin. Your knees nearly buckled when Rafe seemed to lose himself, groaning into the kiss.
You smiled against his lips as you slowly pulled away, the hand on his jaw coming up to wipe the gloss from his lips — leaving the boy stunned, his jaw still slack as you walked away.
Confessional : Rafe
Producer: Rafe, how do you feel about the last kiss you received?
“...I don’t know what the fuck that was.” Rafe stared blankly into the camera, a smile forming on his lips that he tried to fight. “But I liked it. A lot.”
With both you and JJ back on the podium, Ariana stood with her hands in front of her before speaking to the islanders themselves. “Alright,” She started, smiling. “You may now remove your blindfolds.”
You watched, nearly tap dancing on your feet, as the couples in front of you slowly removed the masks from their eyes. They looked at each other first…then at you and JJ. You both remained still as the islanders turned to you both one by one, sharing looks of surprise.
“Islanders, while some of you did choose to kiss someone, or a few people, outside of your coupling,” The host started, looking around with pointed glances. “Those last kisses were courtesy of our first official bombshells — JJ and Y/N.”
As the couples shifted in their seats, some looking nervous or shameful, you couldn’t help but let your gaze drift to the last boy you kissed.
Rafe’s eyes were glued to you as he relaxed in his seat, his eyes studying you like the most interesting piece of art he’d ever seen. You didn’t realize you were staring at first, but even when you did, the fact didn’t seem to deter you.
“Now that the first challenge has ended,” The host started back up. “Will you be honest and admit whether you chose to kiss someone other than your partner? Or are your lips officially sealed for good?” She taunted, looking around with a glint in her eye. “Until then, please, make your new islanders feel welcome. Who knows? You might want to be on their good side…” Ariana shrugged. “Until we meet again. Good luck.”
YOU TRAILED BEHIND THE GIRLS AS THEY WALKED TOWARDS A LOUNGE AREA, a fair distance away from where the boys had also gathered to chat. You figured it’d best to get on with the women first. You were here to find love, but you weren’t in the business of making enemies.
As they all sat down, you took a seat between the blonde and the girl with the brown curls.
“Okay, that was kind of crazy.” Kiara spoke first, eyes wide.
“Wait, you got kissed?” Sarah asked, jaw slack. Kiara just nodded sheepishly. “Oh my gosh, who do you think it was? Because, so did I, and I think it may have been-” Sarah cut herself off mid-sentence, eyes drifting to you. “Oh shit, we’re being so rude.” She clasped her hands over her mouth, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Hi. You’re gorgeous, like stunning, actually. I’m Sarah,” She started pointing to herself, then the others. “That’s Kiara, Cleo, and Ruthie.”
They all waved, sending you warm smiles, even though you could tell there was still some lingering worry. The coldest was Ruthie, offering you a pained grimace before rolling her eyes.
You introduced yourself in return, telling the girls your name before diving right into your real concerns. “Can someone fill me in? I know it’s still the first day but I feel like I missed so much. I mean, you’re already coupled up. How did that happen? Did the guys pick?”
“Actually, we did” Sarah beamed, tucking a strand of hair behind hear ear and glancing at the guys across the lawn. “So, I’m coupled up with Topper, that guy right there.” She pointed to him, sitting tense in his seat.
“Who I was coupled with first,” Ruthie retorted from her place next to Kiara, arms crossed as she looked you up and down briefly.
“Yeah,” Sarah cringed. “I did kind of steal him, but it’s still early! Sorry, Ruthie...” She apologized, Ruthie offering no words in response as she shrugged, trying to act unbothered.
Confessional : Sarah
“I don’t know if Ruthie is actually mad about the whole Topper thing. I hope not…” She trailed off, squinting. “It’s literally our first day. How mad can she really be?”
“Plus, you ended up with Rafe,” Sarah continued, relaxing in her seat. “I’d say that’s still a win.”
“I didn’t pick him,” Ruthie sassed back, trying to lighten her words with a chuckle this time. “But he seems to be interested in me so, yeah, ‘I’d say that’s still a win’.” She mocked lightheartedly(?).
Confessional : Ruthie
“Rafe’s not showing as much interest as I’m used to, but I obviously can’t admit that with this new bombshell here. She’s not even all that but I need to secure my spot because I’ll be damned if I’m the first to go home.”
“What about you?” You turned to Kiara, trying to break the tension in the air. “You’re with the brunette guy, right?”
Kiara simply nodded, a small smile tugging on her face. “Yeah, but I didn’t pick him. We were the only two that weren’t coupled up at the end of the first coupling. I, uh, had actually picked Pope, the guy sitting next to him.”
“Oh, him?” You asked, pointing over your shoulder. “Oh, that sucks. He’s hot.” You giggled, turning to direct your next comment at Cleo. “So, I’m guessing you swooped in and took him for yourself?” You joked, Cleo throwing her hands up as she leaned back.
“Hey, man,” She started. “I didn’t wanna do it to Kiara but I had to.” She defended, the topic clearly less offensive than the Ruthie and Sarah situation.
“So, besides me, did any of you kiss anyone?” You pressed, tucking your feet underneath you.
“Nope,” Ruthie was the first to speak after not including herself for most of the discussion. But something in your gut told you she wasn’t being quite honest…
“No, but I wonder who was the first guy that kissed me…” Kiara added, pouting. “He was really gentle, it was kind of sweet.”
Sarah sighed as she leaned into her seat. “Same, whoever kissed me did it like they’d been waiting to do it all day or something.
Confessional : Sarah
“I have a feeling it was John B that kissed me…” She laughed out loud. “I know it’s weird! But who else could it have been?”
“And you two didn’t get kissed by anyone outside of JJ?” You asked, shooting glances at Ruthie and Cleo, both girls shaking their heads.
“But what about you, girl?” Cleo interjected, hugging a pillow in front of her. “You got to kiss all the boys! Don’t be shy,” She urged, shrugging a shoulder with a curious smile on her face. “Who was your favorite?”
You laughed under your breath, palming the back of your neck. “I don’t think I should say…” The girls all collectively groaned, throwing their heads back. “I don’t wanna make anyone mad!” You defended, a small pout of your face as your eyebrows first.
“Oh, please!” Kiara stepped in. “We haven’t even shared a bed with these guys yet. Tell us!” She urged, playfully shaking your shoulder.
“Okay! Okay…” You surrendered, taking a deep breath and sinking into your seat. “...None of the kisses were bad…”
“But?” Sarah egged on, a teasing smile on her face.
“...But, one guy definitely made a… lasting impression.” You muttered, adjusting in your seat as your eyes drifted up to gaze across the lawn at the guy in question, only to find him staring back at you.
The girls followed your gaze like a pack of bloodhounds, their heads all swiveling toward the boys’ fire pit at once. Across the way, Rafe didn't even have the decency to look away. He was still leaned back, arms draped over the back of the sofa, watching you with that same heavy, unreadable intensity.
"No way," Sarah gasped, her jaw dropping. "Rafe? Seriously?"
Ruthie’s posture went from relaxed to stiff as a board in 0.5 seconds. She let out a sharp, forced laugh that didn't reach her eyes, smoothing down her hair. "I mean, he’s a good-looking guy, obviously. That's why I'm with him. But he's definitely a 'one-woman' kind of guy, you know? Probably just trying to be polite back to you."
Confessional : Ruthie
She picks at her manicure, looking absolutely livid despite her voice staying calm. "Am I pissed? No. I’m humored. It’s actually hilarious that she thinks she has a chance. She comes in, kisses everyone like she’s at a buffet, and thinks the guy I’m coupled with is into it?” She scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “I’m totally fine. Like, literally so chill right now."
"I don't know, Ruthie," Cleo smirked, nudging you. "He's literally burned a hole through the side of her head for the last ten minutes..."
You felt the heat crawl up your neck. "I’m not trying to step on toes, I promise. It was just... the chemistry was there.” You shrugged sheepishly. “I can't lie about it."
"Well, explore it!" Sarah encouraged, though she glanced nervously at Ruthie. "That’s what we’re here for, right?"
THE NIGHT WOUND down with a few more drinks and some awkward small talk, but eventually, the exhaustion of the first day hit. The villa felt massive and glowing, but as you retreated to the dressing room to wash off the day, the silence felt heavy.
You were standing at the mirror, scrubbing off your makeup, when the door creaked open. You expected Sarah or Kiara, but when you looked in the reflection, you saw the buzzcut and those piercing eyes. Rafe leaned against the doorframe, hands in the pockets of his pajama pants.
"Long day?" he asked. His voice was deeper than earlier, a bit raspy.
"You could say that," you murmured, reaching for a towel and wiping the water from your face. "I think I've met about ten people and kissed five of them. My brain is fried."
Rafe stepped closer as you hung the towel up, invading your personal space in a way that made your heart do a frantic little dance against your ribs. He smelled like expensive cologne and the ocean. "Only one of those kisses mattered, though.” He drawled, looking you up and down. “Right?"
You turned around, leaning your back against the cool marble of the sink. "You're pretty confident for a guy who’s supposedly 'happy' in his couple.” You challenged, quirking a brow. “Ruthie seems to think you’re pretty set on her."
Rafe let out a dry chuckle, stepping even closer until he was inches away. He reached out, his thumb catching a stray bit of damp hair stuck to your temple. "Ruthie is... a lot. And for the record? I didn't pick her. She picked me.” He assured, a soft smile on his lips. “Don't believe everything you hear in this place."
"So…you're telling me you're not interested?" you challenged once more, looking up at him.
"I'm telling you," he whispered, his eyes dropping to your lips for a lingering second before snapping back to yours, "that I haven't been able to think about anyone else since I took that blindfold off.” He rasped, the air growing thick as you noted the lack of space between you. “You've got this way of looking at me like you already know all my secrets. It's frustrating."
You shrugged. "Maybe I do," you teased, your voice barely a whisper.
He smirked, that dangerous look returning. "Then you know you should probably stay away from me.” He said, a hard look in his eyes. “But I really hope you don't."
He lingered for a second too long, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife, before he winked and headed toward the bedroom. You stood there for a full minute, heart hammering, trying to remember how to breathe.
And as the lights dimmed in the bedroom later, you climbed into your temporary bed next to JJ. Across the room, you saw Rafe settling in next to a very clingy Ruthie. Just before the last light clicked off, he turned his head. In the shadows, your eyes met.
THE MORNING SUN hit the villa with a vengeance. The makeup room was a blur of hairspray, bronzer, and whispered gossip. You were sitting in a chair next to Sarah, who was aggressively blending her concealer.
"So," Sarah whispered, leaning in. "I saw him follow you into the bathroom last night. Spill."
Your eyes went wide before you looked around the room, the other girls occupied as you bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. "He basically said he’s not into Ruthie. He said he didn't even choose her, they just ended up together."
Sarah squealed quietly. "I knew it! He couldn’t stop looking at you, girl.If he’s into you, he’s into you. You should definitely explore it. Don't let Ruthie scare you off. She’s just territorial because she knows her spot is shaky."
"I just,” you sighed. “I don't want to be the villain," you admitted, applying some lip gloss.
"Honey, it's Love Island," Sarah laughed. "Everyone is the villain to someone. Go get your man." She nudged your shoulder.
You took her advice to heart. The rest of the afternoon was spent "mingling." You talked to Topper about his gym routine (boring, but he was nice enough), chatted with John B about surfing (he was definitely more Sarah's speed), and had a long talk with Kiara about how stressed she was feeling.
During a quiet moment by the pool with JJ, both of your phones let out that iconic tri-tone chime.
"Yo! I got a text!" JJ and yourself shouted in unison, jumping up. "JJ and Y/N, as our bombshells, it’s time to see if the grass is greener. You each have one minute to pick one Islander you're most drawn to for a private getaway in the Hideaway. #DoubleDate #HideawayHoneymoon"
Everyone went silent. You didn't even have to think.
"I'm picking Cleo," JJ said immediately, grinning at her. Pope looked like he’d just swallowed a lemon whole.
"And I pick... Rafe," you said, your voice steady despite the daggers Ruthie was throwing at you from the sun lounger.
Confessional : Pope
"I mean, JJ picking Cleo? It’s whatever. We’re just a couple of days in. But I can't lie, it stings a bit. Especially since I’m still sitting here feeling like a total jerk for kissing Kie during the challenge. I’m in the doghouse with myself, and now my partner is headed to the Hideaway with the guy who looks like a literal Abercrombie model.” He face palms. “Great."
Confessional : Ruthie
"She is so desperate. It’s actually embarrassing to watch. She’s gunning for Rafe because she thinks he’s the 'safe' option to stay in the villa, but she doesn't realize he’s just playing along to be nice. She’s clearly jealous of what I have with him. She can have her little hour in the Hideaway. He’ll be back in my bed tonight, guaranteed."
THE HIDEAWAY was everything you'd expect—plush furs, neon signs, and an oversized bed. There were two separate areas set up for the two couples. You and Rafe sat across from each other on a velvet sofa, a deck of cards between you.
"‘The Deep Dive’ game," Rafe read the box, a smirk playing on his lips. "You ready for this? I don't exactly play fair."
"I’m a psych major, Rafe. I literally study people for a living. Good luck," you countered, plucking the first card. "What do you think people would say is your biggest red flag?"
Rafe leaned back, watching you. "I'll go first.” He shrugged “I have a…temper. Or used to. I’m workin’ on it. And I tend to get obsessed with things—or people—pretty fast.” He edged, eyes glued to you. “Your turn."
You shifted, getting comfortable. "I overanalyze everything," you admitted. "I'll spend three hours wondering why you texted ‘gm’ instead of ‘good morning gorgeous’.'"
As the game went on, the walls started to come down. You talked about your pasts—Rafe’s pressure from his family, your desire to find someone who actually sees you and not just the version of you they want.
Then, the questions got… spicier.
"What’s the most adventurous place you’ve ever done it?"
Rafe’s eyes darkened, leaning in close, laughing lowly. "On a boat. Middle of the marsh. No one for miles. You?"
You pretended to think, feeling the warmth in your cheeks. "...A library," you whispered, the proximity making your skin tingle. "The 'History' section was too quiet for my liking, I guess."
He laughed, a genuine, warm sound. His laughter brought a shy smile to your face as you plucked a piece of chocolate from the small snack tray on the table, placing it on your tongue as Rafe leaned back, studying you with a smirk. "...I think I like you, angel.” He said softly. “And I’m not jus’ sayin’ that for the cameras."
You huffed a small laugh, chewing the piece of chocolate before looking at him through your lashes. “I think I like you too, Cameron.” The two of you stared at one another before deciding to look for another game, pulling a new deck of cards from under the table. “Truth or Dare,” you hummed, playing with the cards in your hands. “You up for it, Cameron?”
MEANWHILE, back in the main villa, the atmosphere was a lot less romantic. The remaining Islanders were gathered around the fire pit, the conversation turning to the "Kiss and Tell" challenge.
"Come on, we’re all friends here," Topper said, nudging the group. "Who actually kissed someone else?"
"I didn't," Ruthie said flatly, eyes fixed on the Hideaway door. "I stayed loyal to Rafe." She lied effortlessly.
"I didn't either," Topper added, looking Sarah right in the eye. No shame.
"Me neither," John B shrugged, looking as cool as a cucumber as he kicked his feet up.
The silence stretched until Pope sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I did.” He said, voice barely above a whisper. “I…kissed Kiara."
The group erupted. Sarah gasped, and Kiara looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole.
"Wait, what?" Sarah asked, looking between them.
"That…that was you?" Kiara stammered, her face turning bright red.
"I just wanted to be honest," Pope muttered, looking crushed. “I know I’m with Cleo but I just…”
Kiara stood up, her eyes watery. "I need... I just need a minute. This is a lot."
She hurried off the bedrooms and Pope started to stand up, but John B put a hand on his shoulder. "Give her space, man. Let her breathe."
Confessional : Kiara
“I think Pope’s a great guy and he’s definitely an option, but,” She sighed, running a hand through her curls. “I know that Cleo is really into him. This is a shit-show…”
IT WAS NEARLY 2:00 AM when you got the text telling you all that the Hideaway date was finally over and doors opened. You and Cleo walked out first, whispering and giggling about the night.
"I'm telling you, JJ is a menace," Cleo laughed, though she looked like she’d had the time of her life. “He’s funny, definitely a character. But I’m not sure he’s my type like that, you know?”
"Yeah, trust me, I get it.” You assured, keeping your voice low. “Rafe is... he's actually deep," you told her, smiling. "I didn't expect to connect with him like that…"
Behind you, Rafe and JJ were walking together, talking in low tones. "She's different, man," you heard Rafe tell JJ. "I’m not just talking about her looks. She actually listens, she’s funny, her personality is great."
His words brought a small smile to your face, one Cleo noticed as she nudged your shoulder with a smirk.
As you entered the bedroom, a few of the boys whooped and cheered. "Y’all are back! How was it?" Topper shouted as everyone walked to gather around the four of you.
But the mood was quickly killed when Ruthie stood up, marching right into your personal space, her face contorted with rage.
"Having fun, are we?" she spat. "You know, there are four other guys in here. But you had to pick the one who was already in a stable couple.” She hissed. “You have it out for me, don't you?"
“Hey—” Rafe intervened, putting an arm between you two.
But you didn't flinch. You just looked her up and down, keeping your voice calm and level. "Ruthie, if you're upset about the date, that sounds like a conversation you need to have with Rafe.” You clapped back. “He’s right here.” You looked up at him before narrowing your eyes back on her. “...Or maybe you're just upset because he didn't seem to miss you that much."
The ‘oohs’ from the rest of the group were audible.
She scoffed, taking a step back. "I'm the only one here with any respect." Ruthie yelled.
"Actually," you said, leaning in with a snarky grin, "you're the only one here making a scene. And for what it's worth? Rafe had a very good time.” You snarked with a cocky smile. “You should ask him about dare number three."
Ruthie stood there fuming with her nostrils flared before stomping off.
Rafe stepping in front of you, sighing as he ran a hand down his face. “I am so sorry about that shit. I know she’s not my actual girlfriend or anything, Thank God, but—”
“It’s not your fault, Rafe.” You chuckled, running a hand down his arm. “I’ve dealt with girls like Ruthie my entire life. I’m fine. Trust me.”
Suddenly, Kiara emerged into the bedroom and signaled Cleo, no one even noticing her absence. The pair walked off into the corner, their faces grim.
The entire room went dead silent as everyone watched them—you, Rafe, and JJ standing confused.
"...What happened while we were gone?" you asked, sensing the shift in energy.
“Kiss and Tell challenge, man…” Was all Topper offered, heading into the bathroom.
A few minutes later, Cleo and Kiara returned. Kiara was wiping her eyes, and Cleo looked furious. Cleo walked straight up to Pope, grabbed his arm, and pulled him outside. When they came back in five minutes later, the silence was deafening. They weren't looking at each other, and Pope looked like he’d seen a ghost.
The bedroom atmosphere was tense and awkward. And since you and JJ were the bombshells and didn't have official couples yet, you were assigned the spare bed in the corner.
As you climbed in, JJ’s lanky legs immediately tangled with yours. "Uh-uh. Watch the toes, JJ!" you joked loudly, trying to break the tension.
The room erupted in laughter, the first bit of relief in the last few minutes.
Across the room, Ruthie returned from wherever she’d stormed off to and tried to crawl into bed next to Rafe, throwing her arm over his chest. Rafe didn't even look at her. He stayed stiff as a board for about ten minutes before he sighed deeply and abruptly sat up, shoved his feet into his slippers, and walked out of the room without a word.
Ruthie let out a frustrated groan and rolled over, pretending to sleep.
You lay there, staring at the ceiling after watching him leave. Not able to sleep as your mind clouded with thoughts of him—the kiss, the bathroom, the hideaway. He was all consuming.
After a few beats, you quietly slid out from JJ’s side and crept out of the room.
The outdoor area was bathed in blue moonlight and in the large woven hammock in the center of the garden, was Rafe. He was wrapped in a thick blanket, staring up at the stars.
You walked over slowly, your feet bare on the cool grass as you stood before him, your frame casting a shadow over his frame. “Hey, Cameron,” you whispered, poking him. "Need some company?"
Rafe looked over, his expression softening instantly when he realized it was you. He didn't say anything. He just reached out, lifted the edge of the heavy wool blanket, and held it open for you.
You climbed in, the hammock swaying gently as you settled against his chest as he wrapped the blanket tightly around both of you, his chin resting on the top of your head as the villa finally went quiet around you.
c!w; mdni !! these are twitter links that contain porn videos.
for the link to work you'll have to be logged onto twitter / to have the app otherwise it'll come up with an error. please let me know if any of the links stop working / the twitter account having posted the link has been taken down !
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bimbo housewife reader and meeeaaannnnnn meeeeeaaaaan rafe (may haps even with his friends) punishing her for something stupid like not enough salt in the food
♡ — warnings : rafe is super mean, extreme bimbofication, degradation, slight misogyny (?), rough handling
“jesus— what the fuck?!” your movements came to a complete halt upon hearing rafe curse from the dining room, your eyes widening ever so slightly once your name was called out. “y/n, get in here!” adjusting the pink polka-dotted apron around your waist, your heels clicked against the hardwood flooring as you made your way to where rafe, topper, and kelce were sitting. “yes, honey?” you smiled, batting your eyelashes at him. topper looked like he was stifling a laugh while kelce shook his head, your husband’s face visibly flushed with irritation. “how do you manage to absolutely butcher every single meal you prepare?” you blinked, your eyebrows knitting in confusion.
realizing you didn’t completely understand what he was trying to say, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “the food, y/n. i don’t spend thousands of dollars on cooking lessons just for you to be playing in the kitchen and giving me bland plates. what the fuck is this?” you were still smiling, your eyes flickering between all three men sitting at the table. “it’s meatloaf—!” you chirped. rafe scoffed, his facial expression morphing into one of disbelief. “i wasn’t asking what the food was literally— fuck, you know what, just—” rafe scooted out of his chair, excusing himself under his breath, “get over here.”
you nearly lost your footing when rafe pulled you into the kitchen, a small yelp leaving your lips when he managed to pin you in the corner. “what do you think you’re doing, huh? are you trying to embarrass me?” you immediately shook your head at his words, a small thump sounding out as the back of your head bumped the wall. “nonono! it looked good so i just thought it would taste good, too.” rafe sighed, his eyes narrowing at your doe-like expression. “look, i understand you have tits for brains, but next time you think something is good enough because it looks fine, you need to actually taste it so that you’re not giving me slop, yeah?” he nodded down at you condescendingly, his hand roughly squishing your cheeks together.
“hmphh— mhmm!” you mumbled, unable to speak. “what you’re going to do is go back out there and apologize to our guests for being a dumb bimbo whore for cooking such a shitty meal, and once you clean up the fucking mess you have in here, you’re going to walk that ass upstairs and wait for me naked, your heels and apron stay on. did you get all of that?” you nodded slowly, your panties already a mess. “good. now, go and get the fuck out of my face.” rafe unclasped your cheeks and watched as you walked back out to the dining room, a small ‘yes, sir.’ sounding from your lips as you did so.
bsf’s!dad!rafe bringing you on his yacht for the first time.
warnings: age gap: rafe is in his 40’s while reader is in her early 20’s. cheating. boat sex. they get caught. ABSOLUTE FILTH.
word count: 2k or something
author’s note: I got too much going on in my head for this to just be one part lmao. So I guess I’m turning this into a lil series. This can be read as a standalone, but part one is linked for a little background info. Also, I apologize in advance for the incorrect boat terminology. Enjoyyyy!!!
part one | part two
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 of days have been very interesting to say the least. Rafe Cameron has not left your mind for a single moment. The mere thought of him was surely exciting at first.
Waking up everyday feeling exhilarated from having him plague your dreams. Going to bed every night craving your best friend’s father and wanting him to touch you again. Masturbating any time you were alone, and imagining his fingers inside you again. But, the good feelings never last.
Rafe hasn’t spoken to you or even looked at you since that night. You’ve been keeping record of every subtle interaction you guys have had. It’s been 5 days since he’s touched you. And he hasn’t spoken to you in 3. The only thing he does is simple hums of acknowledgment and nothing more. You took that as a sign of hatred, but at least he’s not completely ignoring you.
“How do you want your eggs, Rafe?” Sofia’s voice snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. You didn’t even see him walk in the room. His voice alone was enough to make you jump out of your chair. The effect this man had on you was starting to get a little overwhelming.
“Omelet,” he grumbled. It was obvious that he was hungover, but everyone knew best not to bring it up.
Feeling a tiny sense of bravery, you decided to make your move. “How’d you sleep?” you asked so casually, like your every waking mood didn’t depend on his reaction.
“Fine.” He didn’t even look at you. Didn’t even turn in your direction as he was speaking. He kept staring at his coffee like it was way more interesting than you.
Your best friend passed you a plate of pancakes, but your eyes remained glued on Rafe.
“You sleep okay, honey?” Rafe finally looked you in the eyes, but his question was aimed at Sofia. He looked you dead in the eyes as if he were trying to get a reaction. It certainly worked, but you weren’t going down without a fight. If he wants to play, then so be it.
After a brief moment, Sofia came into view and set his plate down in from of him. “Thank you, baby.” He gave her a long kiss while keeping his eyes on you.
You knew he was toying with you since he was never an affectionate man. But that doesn’t mean that you didn’t feel like you wanted to explode. Sofia called your friend over to help make the rest of the pancakes, and you were seething in anger.
“I’m going out on the boat,” Rafe said suddenly. His wife and daughter barely spared him a thought as he was leaving.
Next thing you know, he’s leaning over you and breathing down your neck. The overwhelming feeling of butterflies surged all throughout your body. You kept your eyes glued to the backs of the girls, fearing they’d turn around.
He softly grazed his finger on your neck and it made you shiver.
“Come with me,” he whispered. Your body betrayed you and you stood up without a single thought in your head. Whatever was coming next, you would happily let this man do anything he wanted to you.
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The walk to the boat was probably the most awkward moment in your life. It felt like Rafe was walking 60 miles per hour. He was speeding ahead and you were desperately trying to keep up with him. You were wondering what could possibly be going on in his mind to make him bring you along.
As the two of you were approaching the boat, he started slowing down a bit to let you keep up. You had no idea what to say, so you decided to remain quiet to save yourself from embarrassment. Ruining another moment with Rafe was not on your bucket list for the day.
Without hesitating, Rafe grabbed your hand and guided you onto the boat. You started to memorize the way his large hands felt and you were immediately starved as he pulled away.
The boat was a fucking mess. Blankets were left on the floor. Clothes were half folded on the couch. Beer cans were scattered all over the place and there was a toothbrush on the table. Was he sleeping out here?
He made a pathetic attempt to organize all the empty beer cans. You were growing more impatient since it seemed like he was stalling.
“Rafe, why are we—”
“Do you wanna… take it for a spin? Haven’t driven this thing in ages.” He sounded super nervous when he talked, but your mind was probably playing tricks on you.
“That’s not safe.” Your palms have never felt so sweaty before in your life. This was the most you’ve gotten out of him in 3 whole days and you were scared to fuck it up again.
“I’ll teach you. Come on.” He was already heading toward the front of the boat before you could even get a word out. You followed him aimlessly and felt the sun beaming on your face.
“This isn’t—”
“Just sit down!” His rough attitude was coming out and you were embarrassed to admit that it turned you on a little.
You cautiously sat down in the passenger seat. Before you got the chance to relax, he turned in your direction. “How the fuck are you gonna drive if you’re sitting over there?”
It was super confusing since he was already behind the wheel, but you stood up anyway. You headed over to him and wait for him to get out of the seat. “Uh, Rafe—”
“Sit right here,” he interrupted. He spread his legs to make room for you to sit down.
Before you knew it, you were sitting directly on Rafe’s lap as he was guiding your steering. He held a can of beer in one hand as his other hand grazed your thigh. His hands felt like heaven. It was very hard to not get wet off his touch, but his hands were so soft and gentle. He drew soft circles with his thumbs and it sent sparks through your body.
“Uh, what do I do now?” You were trying your hardest to keep calm, but you felt yourself getting more soaked by the second.
“You’re doing good, just keep it centered.”
You adjusted yourself in his lap to try to alleviate the aching pressure between your legs. The movement made Rafe tense up and a wave of apologies left your mouth as you realized what just happened.
Rafe leaned over you and set the boat on autopilot before standing up. You felt embarrassed and expected him to get upset. You followed him back inside trying to figure out what he was thinking until he finally spoke up.
“We should, uh, head back,” he never made eye contact as he was talking. He quickly went back outside as you stood in pure shock.
What the fuck just happened?
The ride back to the house was awkward as hell. You watched him steer from inside and you were afraid that he’d never speak to you again after this.
He pulled up to the dock near the beach house and just sat in silence. You certainly didn’t want to break the silence since you’ve done plenty enough damage these past few days.
“Do you have any fucking idea how hard it is to control myself around you?” Rafe finally broke the silence. He ran his hand over his face like this was causing him a great amount of stress.
You were at a loss for words. You never actually expected him to share his feelings with you.
“Not really?” Regret immediately came over you as those words spilled out. You berated yourself for being so awkward, but you couldn’t help it. You’d let this man ruin you if he had the chance.
He stood up and walked closer to you while remaining eye contact. You didn’t know if you wanted to back the hell up or jump straight into his arms. The thing about Rafe was he had such a demanding presence to him. So, it was a bit challenging to keep yourself together in front of such an intimidating man.
He was towering over you at this point. His hands remained glued to his sides like he was afraid of what would happen next. You started to feel sorry for him until a thought popped in your head. That little stunt he pulled during breakfast brought its way back into your memory. So, you decided to have some fun and spite him.
“Are you attracted to me?” you asked innocently. You looked up at him just to test and see how far he’d go.
“I mean, uh—” he paused for a little bit while fidgeting with his fingers. It was odd to see Rafe lose all of his composure. His reaction definitely showed some progress, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy you.
You pulled your tube top down and had your tits on full display for him. You wanted to test and see how well he can keep himself together around you. “So… you’re not attracted to me?”
“For fuck’s sake, of course I am!” he said harshly. It was like he was offended that you asked such a stupid question.
He stepped closer to you and cupped your cheeks with his large hands. You felt like you were floating. The pads of his thumbs softly caressed your cheeks as he looked at you. “I’d ruin my fucking life for you.”
You leaned into his touch while caressing his biceps. This man was angelic. How could someone so strict and intimidating have the softest touch in the world?
He kissed you so deeply. You felt him pinch your nipples as he kissed you even rougher. He took you to the couch and softly caressed your skin. You were about to move over to give him room to sit, but he got on his knees instead.
Rafe was so rough but so soft at the same time. He groped your tits hard while planting tiny kisses on your stomach. It was too much. You threw your head back while gasping in pleasure. He started to get lower and lower. Pure shock took over your body as he ripped your shorts and underwear off in half a second.
“Wait,” you were trying your hardest to adjust to what he was doing, but he moved too fast.
He looked up at you. “I’ll never forget the way you taste.” Your thigh was attacked with kisses as you remembered the other night. You were so soaked that you were practically leaking all over the couch.
“God, look at you.” His fingers started toying around with your wetness. You jumped as he brought his fingers closer to your clit.
You don’t know why you started to feel exposed. He still had his clothes on while you were sprawled out on the couch completely naked. Rafe continued to tease you by sliding his fingers through your folds. To say you were soaked was an understatement. You were pouring at this point.
He started softly licking your clit. His tongue was so warm, wet, and soft. Your body froze from this brand new sensation. Obviously, you’ve had plenty of experience with sex, but no one has ever taken the effort to eat you out before.
“Oh, fuck,” you moaned softly. Your hands went to Rafe’s cheeks to provide that extra sense of comfort. He hummed softly and that vibration sent shivers through your entire body. His lips were so soft as they wrapped around your clit. His tongue was so warm. His hands were so gentle like he was scared to hurt you.
As much as you enjoyed his tongue, you couldn’t help but wonder if he did this to Sofia. You wondered if she tasted better than you. You wondered if he liked your tits better or Sofia’s.
“Do I taste better?” you asked suddenly. You hated competition and you were desperate to know if Rafe liked her pussy or yours.
He licked his lips as he looked up at you again. “She could never taste like you,” he said while standing up. You saw his hard print through his shorts as you felt more daring. While spreading your legs open, you kept eye contact with Rafe. “Do I look better?” You felt so fucking hot and him looking at you like a goddess made you feel even hotter.
He got back down on his knees and grabbed your thighs. “She’ll never have a pussy like yours.” He dived back in and sucked your clit. You felt like you were on top of the fucking world.
“You taste so fucking good.” He was licking you up like you were the best meal he’s ever had.
It genuinely turned you on to see him on his knees for you. But you wanted to return the favor. “Get up.” You frantically tapped him on his shoulder.
He got up in a heartbeat and took his shirt off. You pushed him back down on the couch and got on your knees.
He leaned down with his hand behind your neck and gave you such a passionate kiss. You unbuttoned his pants and watched his cock spring out. “You know what you’re doing?” Rafe asked you teasingly.
You answered his question by sticking his leaking cock inside your mouth. Rafe’s hand remained firmly on the back of your neck as you took him so well.
“God, you’re fucking amazing!” He looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.
Little did the two of you know… Sofia was standing on the dock, watching you with her husband’s cock down your throat.
a/n: for the links to work you need to be logged into x / twitter. i couldn’t think of anything to write about so i hope u enjoy these, if you have any recommendations send them!!
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The way Rafe's fingers graze your bare thigh, slow and absent, like he’s memorising the texture of your skin sends heat throughout you. Right now you’re splayed across Rafe but on Barry’s couch, your body weightless over him, hoodie hiding the mess underneath—your bra long forgotten, his hand slowly sliding higher as the trailer lights hum faintly overhead, catching the shine in his pretty eyes every time he looks at you like he’s starving.
His voice is gravel and honey when he whispers against your neck: ❛ You don’t even know what you do to me, angel. I swear, one look at you and I forget how to breathe. ❜ He presses a kiss just below your jaw, then another, lower, his tongue warm, the suction deliberate, drawing a gasp from your lips as he sinks a blooming hickey into the delicate skin. His hand cups your boob, squeezing gently under the fabric, thumb brushing your nipple, slow and aching.
You feel like you’re unravelling, nerves alight, breath shallow. His chest rises under your palm. ❛ All mine, ❜ he murmurs, reverent. ❛ Mine to hold, mine to wreck. ❜ You bury your face in his neck. You’re giggling, breathless but there are definitely butterflies clawing at your ribs like they’ve never known this kind of flight. Then Barry slams the front door.. ❛ I know y’all aren’t feelin’ each other up on my damn couch again! ❜
You squeak and try to pull your hoodie down but Rafe just chuckles, nosing at your jaw. He smirks against your skin. ❛ We’re bonding. ❜ ❛ You’re going to be bonding with the back of my hand if I see one more of y’all’s little dry-humpin’ sessions in my living room, Cameron! ❜ You giggle, hiding in Rafe's hoodie. He shifts, hand staying firmly beneath the fabric, eyes smug. ❛ Don’t look at him, ❜ he murmurs. ❛ Look at me, pretty girl. ❜ Barry groans like it’s killing him slowly (It is)
❛ Sorry we love each other. ❜ ❛ That isn’t love—it's disgusting Cameron! Get your hands outta her sweatshirt before I toss y’all in the yard like stray dogs! ❜ Rafe smirks but obeys with no urgency, fingers dragging slowly as he withdraws. Barry storms into the kitchen muttering, ❛ I need a priest and a fuckin’ exorcist. ❜
❛ seriously, keep it PG or I’m hosin’ y’all down like cats in heat. ❜ he shouts from the other room and you can only manage to giggle, bury your face in Rafe’s neck, feel his chest rumble with silent laughter while his fingers trace lazy hearts on your spine and Barry just watches, chain-smoking, pretending he’s annoyed but never once looking away from the way Rafe holds you like you’re the only thing keeping the world from cracking open and then two hours later? You’re both asleep again. Lips kiss-bitten, hickey blooming on your neck like a promise, his hand resting under your hoodie like it belongs there. Barry throws a blanket over you and grumbles, ❛ Hell. They’re going to name babies on my damn couch. ❜
