Safe Harbor ☆ Bf!rafe ⠀֢ 𔘓 ֵ
Warnings: Overprotective Rafe, aftercare, biting, inappropriate language, unprotected sex & the reader has trauma related to friendship. I think that's all.
Note: This was the most passionate piece I've ever written about Rafe; honestly, I found it sweet and hot at the same time.
The perfect afternoon you and Rafe had carefully planned to get away from everything was going well. He walked beside you with that usual relaxed pose, one hand firmly gripping your waist while the other held a cold beer. It was supposed to be just your day.
Everything changed when your eyes locked onto a specific spot near one of the kiosks. The impact was physical, as if the air had vanished from your lungs. It couldn't be. She was there, back on the island, acting as if she had never destroyed your trust and your mental health months ago. Your ex-best friend, the person you swore you never wanted to see again, was just a few meters away.
Rafe felt your stiffness immediately. His body, always alert, reacted to your trembling. "Hey, what happened?" he asked, his tone of voice changing instantly from relaxed to confused and serious.
"Nothing, can we leave?" you murmured, your voice coming out rushed. You wanted to escape before she noticed you, before the memories came back with more force.
But Rafe wasn't the type to accept vague answers. He stopped walking, setting the beer aside in the sand and facing you. He held your shoulders firmly, forcing you to stop looking around. "Sweetheart, you wouldn't leave for no reason. Just tell me what the hell is going on," he demanded, his blue eyes scanning your face with an intensity that was almost frightening.
You let out a heavy sigh, glancing at the ground for a second before managing to look at him again. "She's back, Rafe. She's right there."
It took a few seconds for it to sink in, but when it did, Rafe's face transformed. His jaw clenched and the expression of concern gave way to pure hatred. He remembered every night he spent holding you while you cried because of that girl's lies. "Fuck, goddamn girl," he growled, his voice hoarse with anger. If you hated someone, he hated them twice as much.
He took a step forward as if he were going to confront the situation, but stopped when he saw your state. Rafe sighed and pulled you into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest. There, with his scent and his strong arms surrounding you, the world outside seemed smaller. He was unstable with the world, but with you, he was your safe harbor.
"Look, she’s not going to ruin our day, alright?" he whispered against your hair.
"Alright," you replied, feeling your heart slow down little by little as you pulled back from the hug.
"We can go to my house. You can lie on my sun lounger, we'll relax, I'll get you whatever you want," Rafe said, sliding his fingers through your strands of hair, trying to calm what remained of your nervousness.
At that moment, the girl at the kiosk looked in your direction. You saw the glint of envy and the disdain on her face when she saw who was by your side. Rafe noticed her gaze and scowled, staring the girl back with a look so cold it would make anyone flinch.
You didn't need a fight, you just needed him. You held his face and pulled him into a short but deep kiss, feeling him relax under your touch and let out a soft sigh against your lips. "Okay, take me with you," you affirmed, interlacing your fingers with his and leaving the past behind in the sand.
Rafe appeared in the backyard with a glass of ice-cold orange juice, the ice snapping against the glass. The afternoon sun hit the pool, but there, under the shade of the coconut trees at the Cameron house, the atmosphere was different. He stopped for a moment and watched you from afar. You were sitting on the edge of the sun lounger, your back to him, lost in thought while spinning the ring on your finger. It was a heavy piece of jewelry, with a clear stone that sparkled under the light, a gift he had handpicked to make it clear who you belonged to.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" he asked, his voice coming out softer than usual as he sat beside you, making the weight of his body sink the upholstery.
"Nothing much," you replied, taking the juice from his hand and taking a brief sip, feeling the coolness go down your throat. You stayed silent for a few seconds, feeling his gaze burning into your skin. "You know what? There's something I want you to do for me."
You turned your head slowly, meeting Rafe's blue eyes. He had that expression of someone who would do anything to see you smile again after the stress at the beach. He crossed his arms over his bare chest and nodded slowly. "Whatever you want," he stated, without hesitation.
You leaned over and pulled your bag that was tossed on the synthetic grass. You rummaged through the inside until you found the bottle of sunscreen and held it out to him. "Put this on my back," you asked, pouting and letting your eyes shine while waiting for his response.
Rafe let out a short laugh, that hoarse sound that always gave you butterflies. He took the bottle from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours. "Seriously? All this mystery for that?" he asked, but he was already opening the cap.
He poured a bit of the cold cream into his palm and spread it before touching your skin. The moment his large, warm hands touched your shoulders, you felt a shiver run down your spine. Rafe began to spread the product with slow, circular movements, moving down your shoulder blades with perfect pressure.
"You're tense," he commented low, his thumbs pressing the tension points near your neck. "Forget that girl. She’s nobody. You’re here with me now."
You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch. Rafe wasn't known for having patience, but with you, he seemed to have all the time in the world. He continued the improvised massage, moving down your back carefully, ensuring every inch of skin was protected. It was a simple gesture, but coming from him, it felt like a promise that he would always be there to take care of you.
Rafe gave a half-smile, that predatory and conceited look appearing on his face when he realized the effect he had on you. With a slow and calculated movement, he pulled the bow of your bikini, untying the straps that crossed your back. You felt the fabric loosen, leaving your skin completely bare to his touch. He knew exactly what he was doing; it was a silent provocation, a way to test your limits and ensure the stress of that afternoon vanished for good.
His hands, messy with sunscreen, found your skin with more freedom now. He massaged your shoulders and moved down your spine, using the pressure of his thumbs to dissolve any knot of tension that still remained. The touch was firm, possessive, the way only Rafe knew how to be. He knew every curve of your body and knew exactly where to press to hear you sigh.
"Relax, baby," he whispered, his voice vibrating near your ear.
He continued the movement for a few more seconds, spreading the cream with a torturous slowness, until he leaned his body forward. You felt his warm breath even before the touch. Rafe pressed his lips in a moist, lingering kiss right on the nape of your neck, moving slightly up to the root of your hair.
The shiver was immediate, running through your entire body and making you release the breath you didn't even know you were holding. He gave a low laugh against your skin, satisfied knowing he had total control of the situation and that, at that moment, the only thing crossing your mind was his touch.
"Hey, you're doing this on purpose."
You feigned a brief complaint, letting out a muffled laugh while trying to hold the end of the bikini against your chest. But the truth was that you loved the way he took charge of everything.
"Be quiet, I'm doing my job," Rafe shot back with that hoarse voice of authority he used when he wanted to tease you.
He didn't stop. On the contrary, his hands became firmer, squeezing the soft flesh of your shoulders and moving down your ribs, ensuring you felt every inch of his palm. The wet kisses continued, tracing a slow path from your neck to your shoulder, leaving a trail of heat wherever he passed.
When you thought you were relaxed enough, you felt the tip of his tongue slide along the contour of your ear, a moist and precise touch that disarmed any resistance you still had. The shiver was so strong that your legs weakened a bit on the lounger. Rafe noticed your reaction and gave a victorious smile against your skin, knowing he had expelled any trace of that ex-best friend from your mind. Now, only he and his touch existed.
Rafe noticed that you were totally surrendered, your body relaxed under the weight of his touch. With an agility you didn't expect, he grabbed you by the waist and turned you to face him on the sun lounger. Your fingers flew to the bikini fabric, trying to hold it against your chest in a quick reflex, but Rafe just gave a side smile, finding amusement in your attempt to hide from him.
"This is stupid, baby," he murmured, his voice laced with a dark confidence.
Without giving you time to protest, he grabbed the loose straps and pulled the bikini off completely, tossing the piece aside on the grass and leaving your top completely exposed to him. Rafe's gaze darkened as he scanned every detail of your body under the strong sunlight, an expression of pure possession and desire.
"So beautiful, so mine," he stated, the words coming out low and firm, almost like a command.
He didn't wait for a response. The man reached out, sliding his fingers slowly from the base of your neck, feeling your racing pulse beneath the skin. His touch continued down without haste, tracing a line of fire until it reached your breasts. Rafe looked you in the eyes while doing so, ensuring you knew he was the sole owner of that vision and that, as long as you were in his arms, nothing in the world could hurt you.
Rafe delicately brushed away the strands of hair falling over your face, revealing the intense flush burning on your cheeks. He seemed fascinated by the way you reacted to him, as if every detail of your surrender were a trophy for him. "Let me love you, let me have you right here and make you forget everything," he whispered against your skin, his voice heavy with a promise he intended to keep.
Before you could respond, he sealed the moment with a kiss. It was a passionate kiss, a perfect mix of deep love and an excitement he could no longer hide. His taste was familiar and addictive, the kind of kiss that made the rest of the island and all your problems disappear in a second.
"Do whatever you want," you said, your voice coming out in a sigh between his lips.
You leaned back on the lounger, making space and leaving your body totally vulnerable and available to him. Rafe accepted the invitation immediately, feeling total control of the situation return to his hands. He loved guiding you, loved being the reason for every one of your sighs. There, alone under the sun that afternoon, he began to show you that, as long as you were his, no one else would ever have the power to hurt you again. He would see to it that the only thing you felt was the pleasure and intensity of being with him.
The man climbed over you, the weight of his body pressing you against the upholstery of the sun lounger. You felt his warm skin and bare chest hitting your exposed breasts, a sensation of contrast that made you lose your breath for an instant. He seemed to want to absorb every inch of you, burying his face in the curve of your neck and breathing deeply the scent of your hair mixed with sunscreen.
He began to move his face down, his lips finding the soft skin of your throat. What started with chaste kisses soon transformed into something much more intense. Rafe began to bite and suck the area hard, bruising your skin with a possessiveness that was his trademark. He wanted to leave marks, he wanted anyone who looked at you to know exactly who you belonged to.
"You're mine," he growled against your skin, his voice vibrating right into your bones as he continued to mark your neck.
You felt your hands go up his back, your nails digging slightly into Rafe's tense muscles as he continued the path of kisses and bites. The light pain mixed with the absolute pleasure of having him there, protecting you and dominating you at the same time. At that moment, the world outside, the ex-friend, and the whole past were nothing more than distant blurs. There only existed the heat of his body and the intensity with which he claimed you.
Your legs fit naturally around his hips, locking Rafe's body against yours as you felt all his strength and weight crushing you against the lounger. "Yes, I'm yours, bae..." your voice came out dragged, almost a whisper broken by desire, while your hands closed tightly on the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, if that were even possible.
Rafe let out a low sound, something between a growl and a sigh of satisfaction, upon hearing your confession of belonging. To him, those words were the necessary fuel. He pulled back just enough to look deep into your eyes, his pupils dilated and his gaze fixed on you with an almost savage adoration.
His hands, large and secure, slid slowly down your waist until they reached the sides of your bikini bottoms. He didn't hesitate, but the movement was loaded with a care he only reserved for you. Rafe didn't need to ask; he read every reaction of your body, every sigh and every tremor in your skin.
He began to pull the fabric down with a torturous slowness, his fingers brushing against your warm skin and making your heart hammer against your ribs. At that moment, under the afternoon sun and in the silence of the backyard, Rafe was just taking care of the woman he loved, ensuring that all that remained of that day was the feeling of being loved, protected, and completely his.
You yourself grabbed the waistband of his swim trunks, your fingers trembling and hurried, pulling the fabric with an urgency that came from deep in your chest. Rafe let out a short, hoarse laugh, that low sound of someone who was loving seeing you lose control for him. He helped you, pushing the shorts down with a blunt movement, kicking the piece away. What you saw and felt there was no surprise; his body reacted violently to your presence, physical proof that he was crazy with lust for you. Rafe didn't just desire you, he venerated you with a dangerous intensity, like someone who would kill anyone just to ensure you kept being his.
Now, there was no longer any barrier between the two of you. In the middle of that backyard, under the sun that seemed to burn as much as his touch, you were completely naked. Rafe threw himself over you again, the weight of his body crushing you against the lounger, sweaty skin sticking to warm skin.
He went back to kissing you, but it wasn't just a kiss; it was a possession. He kissed you with a desperate tenderness and a visceral passion that seemed to want to pull your soul out through your lips. His hands squeezed your thighs and your hips hard, his fingers digging into your flesh as he rubbed against you, feeling every curve and every reaction of your body. The air was heavy with the smell of the sea breeze, sunscreen, and the pure desire emanating from both of you. At that moment, Rafe wasn't just your boyfriend; he was your protector, your lover, and the man who was willing to burn the whole world down just to see you relax under his dominion.
You felt his hardness rubbing hard against your intimacy, feeling the wetness that betrayed how much you desired him at that moment. The contact was electric, a friction that made your mind cloud and your body beg for more. Rafe noticed your reaction and tilted his head to kiss the top of your forehead, closing his eyes for a second while feeling the feverish heat emanating from your skin.
"Let me in, hm..." he shot out, his voice coming as a low, dragged growl that vibrated directly against your neck.
He didn't wait for a verbal answer, knowing that your body had already given all the necessary permissions. Rafe dove his face into the curve below your ear, inhaling your scent in a deep and almost savage way, while continuing to rub against you with slow and calculated movements. He kept you pinned under his body, using his own weight to ensure you felt every inch of his urgency.
Rafe's hand went down, his fingers getting lost between your thighs to guide the member while he maintained the torturous rhythm of provocation. He wanted you to beg, wanted to feel you falling apart under him before finally filling the void that the presence of that girl on the beach had caused in your day. In that backyard, surrounded by high walls and the luxury of the Cameron house, the rest of the world had ceased to exist; it was only flesh, visceral desire, and the absolute need he had to possess you completely.
"It's okay..." you murmured, your voice coming out as a pleading sigh. You moaned low, the sound escaping through your teeth as you felt the friction of his cock rubbing hard against your exposed and soaked vulva. Your fingers dug into Rafe's broad shoulders, feeling his muscles tense under your touch, as you sought support so as not to lose yourself completely in those sensations.
He stopped for a second, his eyes fixed on yours, overflowing with an adoration that bordered on the dangerous. Then, he entered you. It was a slow, continuous, and deep movement, without the rush or the brutality of so many other fucks you two had already had. Rafe wanted to feel every millimeter of your tightness, wanted to savor the way your bodies fit perfectly.
You let out a long moan when you felt him fill you completely, feeling his volume occupy every space inside. Rafe let out a heavy sigh against your face, his forehead pressed against yours as he paused inside for a moment, just feeling the heat and the pulsing of your vulva around him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his voice heavy with visceral pleasure.
He began to move with a torturous calm, thrusting slowly, focusing on every point of pleasure and the connection between you. There was no rush for the end; there was only the need to reaffirm that, after a day that tried to diminish you, he was there to exalt you, possess you, and remind you that you were the only thing that really mattered to him on that island.
"Hmmm" a murmur escaped your lips, feeling your body burn in an almost feverish state, your mind spinning with the sensation of him inside. Rafe looked at you from above, his face showing a mix of devotion and lust as he saw how you reacted to his every move. "I can fill you as much as I want and you'll still always be so tight," he said, his voice hoarse and loaded with a possessive arrogance that only he had.
He began to move his hips with a slow and circular grind, a technique he knew drove you crazy. It wasn't just thrusting; he was rubbing himself inside, making the head of his cock hit every sensitive spot of your vaginal wall. Rafe was fucking you in a good way, a rhythm that mixed affection and a visceral need to feel you completely.
"Look at me," he ordered low, wanting to see your eyes rolling back while he continued the rhythmic movement.
You felt his sweat dripping on your chest, his skin sliding against yours as his hips worked non-stop. With every grind he gave, you let out a muffled moan, feeling the pleasure accumulate at the base of your belly.
He was dominating you there, in the middle of the backyard, transforming all the anguish you felt at the beach into pure and overwhelming lust. Rafe smiled hearing the sound of the wetness between you every time he pushed his hips against yours, making it clear that, at that moment, he was the sole owner of your senses.
Rafe's fingers moved down toward your clitoris, finding the exact spot to begin a firm circular massage that made your spine arch. "Rafe... you're so cruel..." you managed to let out through your teeth, your voice choked by pleasure that was already becoming unbearable.
He gave a short, dark laugh against your skin, without breaking the rhythm of the slow thrusts that continued filling you completely. "Cruel? I'm making you relax so good for me, baby," he countered, his voice heavy with that arrogance you loved so much.
He intensified the touch down there, coordinating the movement of his fingers with the pressure of his hips. Rafe knew exactly what he was doing; he wanted to take you to the limit, wanted you to fall apart entirely under his command. Every time he shoved his cock deep, his fingers pressed your clitoris with more force, creating a shockwave that made you lose the sense of where you were.
"Call my name," he ordered, his face coming back very close to yours, his eyes fixed on your parted lips.
"I want you to forget the world, forget who you saw today at the beach. It's just me now."
You felt the peak coming, a pressure growing in your belly while he continued fucking you with that mixture of affection and possessiveness. Rafe looked at you as if you were the most precious and sacred thing he had ever touched, even while speaking obscenities in your ear, proving he would do anything to be the sole owner of your pleasure.
You held onto him more firmly, your nails now digging hard into his broad shoulders as your voice came out in a desperate call. "Rafe..." you moaned repeatedly, his name being the only thing you could process as your eyes squeezed shut, trying to contain the avalanche of sensations.
He understood the signal. The calm and slow rhythm gave way to a visceral urgency. Rafe began to move with force this time, thrusting deep and fast, every hit of his hips against yours producing a wet smack that echoed through the silent backyard. He wanted you to come, wanted to feel the walls of your vulva pulsing around him at the peak of pleasure.
While he pounded deep, Rafe pressed you against that sun lounger with a blunt possessiveness. His hands moved down to your hips, holding your flesh tight to ensure you received every inch of his cock. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was claiming you, transforming your entire body into a map of pleasure and dominion.
"That's it, come for me, baby," he growled, his voice completely hoarse with lust, his eyes fixed on the expression of total surrender on your face.
You felt the world disappear, the heat of the sun mixing with the fire rising through your legs. The pleasure exploded from the inside out, an overwhelming wave that made your whole body tremble and lock under his. Rafe felt every contraction of yours and gave one last powerful thrust, holding you with almost crushing force as he himself got lost in the pleasure, pouring everything he felt inside you and burying his face in your shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh of victory.
Rafe sighed against your mouth, his chest still rising and falling hard as he tried to catch his breath. He propped himself up on his elbows so as not to crush you, but he didn't pull back even a millimeter from inside you. "I fucking love you, baby," he said, his voice coming out in a hoarse and sincere whisper that made your heart race in a different way.
He brought his hand to your face, his thumb clearing a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead with a delicacy that few people in the world knew he possessed. He looked you in the eyes for a long time, with an intensity that said much more than words. Rafe gave a lingering peck to your lips, a soft touch that contrasted with the visceral fuck from seconds ago.
That man had learned to love you in his own way, a love that was possessive, protective, and often chaotic, but it was entirely yours. He would do anything to make you feel good and happy, transforming the world around you into something that couldn't touch you. When you were with him, nothing else mattered; the shadows of the past and the people who hurt you died at the entrance of that house. Rafe might have his demons, but for you, he kept them under control, just to ensure he was your one and only eternal safe harbor.
