description: you seduce your long time crush into sleeping with you, your dads bsf, rafe cameron.
includes: dads bsf, age gap, unprotected sex, p in v
now playing - how deep is your love by mistski (instrumental)
The tension between you and Rafe had been building for what felt like forever. It started innocently enough, with him helping you fix your form in golf, your breast "accidentally" brushing against his chest when you brushed past him, the way you'd catch him watching you walk away in those tiny little shorts.
Rafe was your dad's best friend, a man who'd been in and out of your life since you were young. You always had a crush on him, missing the days he would pick you up on Friday’s after school, taking you to lunch. After freshman year of high school he became more busy and those days eventually stopped. With you two growing apart, yet your little school girl crush never seemed to go away, and he seemed to never notice. But over the past couple summers, something had shifted. You were no longer the teenager he remembered, and he then seemed to be noticing.
This month he had come to stay the week over. On the first day, you'd worn a particularly revealing bikini by the pool, making sure to apply sunscreen slowly and deliberately while he watched from the patio. You'd seen the way his jaw tightened, how he'd quickly look away when your dad glanced over.
Yesterday, you'd "forgotten" to grab clothes to leave out after your shower, walking to your room in just a towel wrapped loosely around your body, making sure to go the long way, the hall you’d know he’d walk past. You'd heard his sharp intake of breath, the way he quickly turned around and mumbled something about checking on the grill.
But today was going to be different. Today, you had decided you were going to push all the boundaries. The morning sun filtered through the kitchen windows as you sat at the table with your dad and Rafe. You were wearing a simple white sundress with nothing underneath, a fact that only you knew. Your dad was rambling about some work thing, completely oblivious to the tension.
You pulled out your phone under the table, pretending to check messages as you sent him a video of you last night, touching yourself. Making sure to include just enough of your face for him to recognize it was you. Your heart was pounding as you hit send, watching Rafe's phone buzz on the table beside his coffee mug.
He picked it up casually, expecting a normal notification. You watched as his eyes widened, his fist squeezing his fork. A flush crept up his neck as he quickly locked his phone, placing it face down on the table.
"Everything okay, Rafe?" your dad asked, noticing his friend's strange reaction. "Fine," Rafe muttered, his voice slightly hoarse. "Just some spam." You suppressed a smile, taking a slow sip of your juice as you watched him try to compose himself. Throughout breakfast, you caught his eyes on you multiple times, each time filled with a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else, something darker.
The day passed in a blur. You could feel Rafe's eyes on you whenever you were in the same room, but he kept his distance, clearly trying to process what you'd done. That evening, as you were getting ready for bed, you heard your door open. You turned around, expecting your dad.
But the door opened to reveal Rafe, his expression serious. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "Lock your door," he said, his voice low and intense. "We’re going to talk about the text you sent this morning." Your heart raced as you complied, the soft click of the lock echoing in the room. When you turned back around, Rafe was standing in the middle of your room, his arms crossed over his chest.
"What were you thinking?" he asked, his eyes fixed on you. "Sending something like that when your dad was right there?" "I was thinking I wanted your attention," you replied, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. "And it looks like I got it." Rafe ran a hand through his hair, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. "This is inappropriate, you know that, right? I'm your dad's best friend. I've known you since you were a kid."
"I'm not a kid anymore," you stated, leaning back on your elbows, your dress riding up slightly. "And I think you've noticed." His eyes dropped to where the hem of your dress had risen, exposing more of your thighs, before quickly looking away. "This needs to stop. Whatever game you're playing." he says, taking a step towards you.
"Who says it's a game?" you interrupted, your legs over the side of the bed. You slowly raised one foot, placing it against his chest to stop him from taking another step. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your sole. Rafe's breath hitched, his hands coming up to grip your ankle, though he made no move to push you away. "You need to stop," he commanded, though his voice had lost some of its conviction. "Or what?" you challenged, your foot trailing down his body, over his stomach, until it rested against the growing bulge in his pants. "You'll tell my dad? About how his best friend can't stop eye fucking his daughter?"
“Yeah…” you said, humming, “I see the way you look at me… well, my body.” you add with a smile. Rafe's grip on your ankle tightened, his eyes darkening with desire. "What do you want out of this, huh? What do you gain?" "You." you whispered, your foot rubbing against him through his pants. “Stop,” he warned. You smiled, looking up at him, “I know you want this.” you stated, sweetly. "I can't believe you're doing this," Rafe sighed, his voice tight, his eyes fixed on the floor as if looking at you was physically painful. "Get your foot off me. Now."
"I'm not doing anything," you replied softly, keeping your foot pressed firmly against the hard line of him. "I'm just sitting here. You're the one standing in my room." "I came to tell you to stop," he snapped, finally lifting his gaze. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "To tell you that video. it was a mistake. And you need to fucking behave." he yelled, throwing your foot off of him.
"Yet you watched it," you countered, tilting your head, letting the silence stretch. "And you didn't delete it. I saw you lock your phone, but I didn't see you delete it. You kept it." Rafe took a sharp step back, breaking the contact, running a hand over his face. "I didn't delete it because I was in shock. Because your father was sitting right there. Do you have any idea how close I came to losing my shit on you at the table?"
"Did you?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper. "Lose your mind, I mean. Or did you just sit there thinking about what I was doing? About how I looked?" "Stop it," he warned, pointing a finger at you. "You are playing a sick game. I am your father's best friend. I’ve watched you grow up. I’m not... I’m not some guy you can flirt with, I'm practically your uncle."
"I'm not flirting," you admitted, standing up slowly. Your eyes on him as you watch his breath hitch, his eyes instinctively tracking the movement of your body, the way your white dress clinged to you tight. "I'm telling you the truth. I don't want some guy. I want you."
"Just, stop–fuck," he said, his voice rough, turning away from you to pace the small space of the room. You laughed, a low, dry sound, walking over to him, grabbing his jaw to turn towards your face. He stopped pacing. He turned slowly, his jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. His gaze swept over you, lingering on the curve of your hips, the exposed skin of your thighs.
"You're making this impossible," he gritted out. "Good," you whispered, taking a step toward him. He didn't retreat, but his body went rigid, every muscle coiled tight. "I want you to stop pretending you don't want this too. I saw you watching me by the pool. I felt you tense up when I walked past you in the hall. You think I don’t notice?"
"I can't," he breathed, his eyes squeezing shut as if in pain. "I’m twice your age." "I don’t care," you said, taking his hand in yours, bringing it down to your stomach. “I watched you grow up.” he whispered, voice ruined. “Rafe.” you said, as you brought his hand lower, dipping it under your dress for him to feel, feel how you had nothing under. “Shit.” he murmured, dropping his forehead down to yours.
With a groan, Rafe gave in, your hands pulling his face closer to yours. He leaned down, his warm breath fanning across your lips. You kissed him softly, light. With it only lasting about 30 seconds until he felt his consciousness slowly creep back in. He started to pull back, shaking his head, “No, no.” he whispered lightly. Your arms stayed wrapped around his neck, pulling him in again. Kissing him harder, as your other hand trailed down, palming him through his pants.
Rafe’s head dropped forward, his mouth open. “Fuck,” he breathed out. You continued touching him, through the fabric. And finally he kissed you hard, all the pent up tension of the past few days finally breaking free. Rafe's lips moved against yours with a need that matched your own, his tongue delving into your mouth as his hands roamed your body.
He walked the two of you back until you felt the bed hit the back of your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck again, pulling him down with you onto the bed as the kiss deepened. His hands found their way under your dress, touching your bare skin, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. "God, you're not wearing anything under this," he groaned against your lips, his fingers tracing the curve of your hip.
"I told you I wasn't a kid anymore," you replied, arching into his touch. He helped you slowly peel your dress off, watching you. "Fuck," he breathed, his gaze lingering on your breasts before moving down to the wetness between your thighs. "You're perfect." His voice was wrecked. When his fingers found your wetness, you arched off the bed, a whine of pleasure escaping your lips. He teased you mercilessly, his fingers circling your clit without quite touching it, driving you wild with need.
"Rafe, please," you begged, your hands fisting in the sheets. "Please what?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to torture you. "Tell me what you want." he said, softly. "You," you gasped. "I want you." That was all he needed to hear before he quickly tore his own clothes off, body lean and muscular. Your gaze trailed down to him. Mouth watering at the sight of him, thick and hard, already leaking with precum.
He positioned himself between your legs, his eyes locked with yours as he slowly entered you. You both groaned at the sensation, the feeling of him stretching you, filling you completely. Rafe's mouth found yours again, kissing you, biting the bottom of your lip. You whined, in pleasure, eyes squeezing shut. As his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer, deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts with your own.
“God," Rafe groaned, as he pushed frantically into you, moving in and out of you relentlessly. He looked down at you, firmly holding your jaw “Open your eyes baby.” he said, increasing his speed. You bit down on your lip, brows furrowed in pleasure. “Look at me.” he said, harshly, pulling your bottom lip open. You opened your eyes, while he leaned down to kiss you, his other hand working on your breast.
Fuck, you looked so hot like this he thought, hitting places you never felt before. Crying out in pleasure. But you wanted to feel him more, feel all of him. You pushed lightly at his chest, his thrusts slowing a bit in confusion. You breathed out heavily, moving over, pushing him against the bed. He watched you intensely as you climbed over him, slowly sinking yourself down onto him.
A groan tore from Rafe's throat, his head falling back against the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut. The sensation of taking him in this way, of controlling the depth and the speed, was overwhelming. You threw your head back, a moan escaping your lips as you adjusted to his size, feeling every inch of him stretching you, filling you completely.
For a moment, neither of you moved. The feeling was too intense, too much. But it didn't last long. You started to move, slowly at first, rocking your hips in a circular motion that had Rafe's hands tightening on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. Then, faster. Rafe's hips bucked up to meet you, his restraint gone. He was no longer trying to hold back, no longer trying to be careful. His hands moved from your hips to your ass, gripping you tightly, helping you lift and slam down on him with every thrust.
You could feel the pressure building inside you, a tidal wave of sensation that threatened to spill over. But you didn't stop. You couldn't stop. You moved faster, harder, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Rafe's hands moved to your throat, squeezing light, his thumbs pressing gently against your pulse point.
His body tensed beneath you, his hips stuttering. You knew what was coming. You could feel it in the way his hands gripped you, in the way his breath hitched in his throat. He was close. Too close. He tried to speak, to warn you, but you silenced him with a kiss, your hips moving faster, harder, refusing to let him stop. You wanted this. You needed this. Needed to feel him.
With a groan that was half agony, half relief, Rafe grabbed your hips, pulling you down hard onto him as he thrust up one last time, burying himself as deep as he could. You felt his body tense, his muscles coiling before he came inside you, warm and deep. You cried out, your own orgasm ripping through you. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders, as you both tried catching your breaths, broken gasps.
The room was now suffocatingly quiet, except for the harsh, uneven sound of Rafe's breathing as he scrambled away from you. He pulled out abruptly, the loss of him leaving a cold emptiness inside you. He didn't look at you. He couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to you, his head hanging between his hands as he ran his hands through his hair. His shoulders hunched.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice rough. You sat up slowly, the sheets wrapped around you now. You watched the muscles in his back tense and coil as he shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips."I can't believe I did that," he spat, finally turning to look at you. His eyes were filled with a cold, hard regret. "I actually... inside you. Jesus Christ." He stood up, frantically gathering his clothes from the floor. "You have no idea what you've done. No idea."
"I know exactly what I did," you said, your voice calm, steady. You turned, lifting the sheets around you a bit, allowing him to see the red marks his hands had left on your hips, the evidence of what you had just done together. "And so do you." Rafe froze, his shirt clutched in his hand. He turned slowly, his face pale, sweat still drying on his forehead. His gaze swept over you, but this time there was no desire in it. Only anger. "You manipulated me," he accused, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "You planned this. The video, the towel, everything." You looked at him as he watched you slowly put your clothes back on.
"I gave you what you wanted," you corrected, a small smile playing on your lips. Standing up slowly. You took a step toward him, and he instinctively took a step back, hitting the wall. "You wanted it just as much as I did. You just didn't have the guts to admit it until I forced your hand."
"This is a nightmare," he groaned, turning away again. "Your father... he's going to kill me. He's going to kill me, and then he's going to kill you. Do you understand that?"
"He doesn't have to know," you said. You reached out, tracing a finger down the spine of the man who had just fucked your brains out, feeling the tremors running through his body. "Nothing has to change."
Rafe spun around, yanking your hand away, his eyes with a mix of anger and desperation. "Nothing has to change? Are you insane? Everything has changed! I just.. I just fucked my best friend's daughter." He laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "This isn’t happening again."
"Whatever you say." you replied, your voice flat, as you stepped into his personal space again, forcing him to look at you. Rafe stared at you, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked violently in his cheek. He looked like he wanted to shake you, to scream at you, to never look at you again. But he didn't move. He couldn't. He was trapped by the reality of what had just happened. By the fact that he had enjoyed it, that he had come inside you.
"What, you think I'm not serious?" he snapped, voice full. "Not by a long shot." you responded. His eyes widened in horror as the implication hit him. "What are you talking about? This never happened." he demanded, his voice cold, final. As Rafe turned to leave, he heard you, “See you at the barbeque next weekend.” you remarked, smiling. Rafe froze, his hand on the doorknob. He didn't turn around. He didn't answer. He just stood there, his shoulders stiff, before he yanked the door open and slammed it shut behind him, leaving you alone in the room.
