warnings: 18+ mdni | party setting, tension, light humiliation??, obsession, possessiveness, smut, public bathroom, mirror smut, possessive behavior, oral (f receiving), light choking, overstimulation, filthy talk, unprotected(wrapt that d before pls), riding, spit, filthy talk, overstimulation, cocky!rafe, obsessed!rafe
based on this request
a/n->sorry i changed it a lil bit hope u don’t mind and sorry that it’s so late but i took a break🫢🫢
the music is loud, but not loud enough to drown out your irritation. you’re standing in the corner of the room, clutching your drink, wearing that dress he picked out. the one he said would make him lose his mind.
and yet, here he is. talking to some random guy near the kitchen, barely glancing your way.
he's been ignoring you all night. not on purpose, maybe. but you didn't come here to be alone.
so you try calling his name. once. then again. and again. nothing.
he doesn't even look at you. you glance down at the heel of your boot, then at the table leg behind you. and then, ever so innocently, you back into it.
a light knock to your shin. it doesn't hurt. not really. but that doesn't stop you from gasping. "ah- Rafe…”
you moan his name like it like it's the only thing you know how to say. dragging out the vowels, letting your voice slip into something warm and breathy. sweet. sinful.
and it works. his head snaps around so fast it makes your stomach flip. he doesn't say anything, doesn't blink just stares.
eyes locked on you, jaw tight. because he knows. he knows that wasn't real. he knows you're playing dirty.
and that's the moment you see it — the subtle twitch of his fingers, the slow inhale through his nose.
he's pissed. he's turned on. both. and he's walking toward you now. steady. your heart races, but you don't move. not until he grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, his grip just shy of bruising.
"you think that's funny?" he growls, voice low enough that only you can hear it.
you smirk. "you weren't listening." his thumb drags over your bottom lip. "i'm listening now."
you shrug. innocent. teasing. "maybe i wanted you to look at me."
his mouth twitches - not quite a smile, not quite a warning. "you want attention, baby?" his hand slides down your throat, wrapping lightly around it. "you got it."
you barely have time to respond before he's dragging you down the hallway, past half-drunk strangers and cracked doors, until he finds a bathroom and slams the door shut behind you. his body is on yours instantly, pressing you up against the wall, hand already slipping under your dress.
"say it again," he breathes into your neck. you swallow, feeling his fingers hook around the band of your panties.
"say my name the way you did out there." you hesitate, breath catching. "Rafe—" his hand tightens on your thigh. "nah. not like that." his lips brush your ear, voice dark and dripping with lust. "say it like you want everyone in that fuckin' house to know who owns you."
you smile, wicked and breathless. "Rafe..." you moan it again louder this time.
and just like that, he loses control
he's rough with you in that way that tells you he missed you. like he's mad. but not at you— just at the way you made him feel. your laugh. your legs. your voice.
his fingers dig into your waist as he yanks you back up, knuckles white around your wrist, dragging you to the counter with a singular focus in his eyes.
no lock on the door. he doesn't care.
you're barely standing before he's spinning you to face the mirror, pushing your palms down against the sink, lips brushing your ear.
"look at you," he mutters, hips pressing into yours from behind. "moaning my name in a room full of people like you don't care who hears it."
you blink at your reflection - flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils blown wide.
"maybe i don't," you whisper.
he exhales sharply. "you're such a fuckin' brat."
he yanks your dress up with one hand, the other curling around your throat from behind, forcing you to meet your own gaze. "you're mine.fucking mine, no one else gets to hear those sounds from you baby."
he drops to his knees before you can say a word.
you gasp, one hand flying to the wall as he shoves your panties to the side and buries his mouth between your thighs.
no teasing. no warning. just devouring. like he's starved. like he's trying to remind you exactly who you belong to with his tongue, his lips, the groan vibrating through his throat when he feels how wet you already are.
you choke out his name again, half a whine, half a warning. "Rafe—!"
his nails dig into the backs of your thighs."yeah, baby?" his voice is wrecked. wet. smug. "say it louder."
your head drops back. legs start to shake. the bathroom door swings open for a second - some guy takes one look and backs out real fast.
you try to close your legs, but Rafe just growls, keeps going, licking you through it, tongue lazy now just to humiliate you.
"bathroom's still open," he murmurs, pulling back just enough to speak, lips slick and pink. "let 'em all hear how needy you get for me."
you whimper his name again. he moans.
and when you finally fall apart, breathy and broken and clenching the edge of the sink, he smiles against your skin — eyes glazed, fingers tightening on your hips like he never wants to let go.
"that's it, baby," he breathes, standing back up, mouth shining with you.
his voice is rough with pride. possession. "next time you want my attention….. just say the word."
he licks his bottom lip slow, eyes locked on your reflection. "...or don't. i kinda like when you make me come take it."
your legs are barely steady when he lifts you onto the counter. dress bunched around your hips. panties still off. thighs sticky. his mouth on your neck now, kissing the mess he made like he's proud of it.
and he is. he grins against your skin, tugging the neckline of your dress down to suck a mark between your tits.
"bet you think that was enough, huh?" his voice drips. teasing. dark.
you nod, breathless. "it was-fuck, it was more than-"
"nah." he bites your collarbone. not hard. possessive. "you wanted attention so bad, baby? take it."
he reaches down, unzips his jeans, and pulls his cock out like it's nothing - like this is normal - like someone could walk in again and he still wouldn't stop.
you glance toward the open door. "Rafe-"
"look in the mirror."
his tone cuts sharp.
you do. and god, the image. your dress hiked up, lipstick smeared, pupils blown wide. his hand wrapped around himself, leaking, hard, thick.
he taps the tip of his cock against your clit. "get on," he tells you, voice like gravel.
you blink. "what?" he smirks. "ride it."
you hesitate a second too long, and that smug fucker spits on his hand, jerks himself once, then grabs your hips and drags you forward.
"you wanted to act like a slut in front of everyone?" he breathes, lining himself up. "act like one now."
he sinks in slow, so slow that you feel every fucking vein. making you feel every inch until you're gasping, grabbing his shoulders for balance.
"Fuck, Rafe-"
"you're so tight," he groans, bottoming out.
"dripping for me like you knew i was gonna fuck you dumb."
your head drops to his shoulder, but he pulls your chin up, forcing you to look back behind, in the mirror again.
"nope. you watch."
he grips your hips and lets you 'ride' him - slow at first, then harder, faster, guiding your movement with both hands until you're bouncing on him, tits jiggling, lip caught between your teeth. pushing back onto him.
every slap of skin on skin echoes through the bathroom. the sink rattles beneath you. the mirror fogs.
you moan his name again and he growls.
"say it louder."
"Rafe-"
he snaps his hips up into you, cock hitting that spot that makes your thighs tremble. "yeah, that's it. fuckin' scream it."
his hand wraps lightly around your throat. "let everyone know who's making you fall apart in here."
your body's on fire. overstimulated. your climax's already building again.
and he knows. he can feel it. feel the way you clench around him like you don't want to let go.
"gonna come for me?" he pants, nose brushing yours. "on my cock, like a good little attention whore?"
you nod. "please, please-"
"then do it." he kisses you hard, wet, teeth, tongue. and that's all it takes. you shatter.
and he knows. he can feel it. feel the way you clench around him like you don't want to let go.
"gonna come for me?" he pants, nose brushing yours. "on my cock, like a good little attention whore?"
you nod. "please, please-"
"then do it." he kisses you hard, wet, teeth, tongue. and that's all it takes. you shatter.
you cry out his name, body shaking, legs locking around him as you fall apart on him, mouth open, breath stuttering.
he follows seconds later, groaning your name into your shoulder as he fucks up into you one last time, burying himself deep.
and for a moment, it's silent. heavy breathing. sticky skin. then he tilts your chin again, makes you meet his eyes. smirks.
"next time you want my attention, baby?" he presses a kiss to your collarbone, cock still buried inside you. "just fucking ask."
Have you seen the teaser for Outer Banks season five yet because what do you mean they’re all in jail and what did they do but free my man Rafe Cameron
free my MANS 😩😩
i heard that they’re all arrested in croatia (??) and sent back to the OBX!
i’m so so fucking excited!!! i need to slow the teaser down and look at it frame by frame lmao!!!
If requests are open, can you do y/n walking into the gym to workout since she’s insecure, but then she sees her crush Rafe and they’re all 🥴 what are you doing here and he tells u it’s ok and he likes u and ur confidence is like wham
Hiii love! I don’t write Rafe, yet! I want to understand his character a little bit more before I throw myself into that adventure! But I will be tagging some of my fave blogs and maybe they have their requests open !
