★. s1 rafe who loves doing coke off your tits and calling you mommy.
warnings—drug use, mommy kink, semi-nudity, pathetic pathetic boys, bit of mocking
You’re not sure why you always find yourself in this situation—you’re not together, and quite frankly you don’t even like the guy (apart from the fact he’s so ridiculously attractive the lace of your panties is currently sticking wetly to you) but you suppose being a hot, bored nineteen year old is enough of a reason for you.
Not the fact the sheer power you have over him makes the heat in your stomach burn hotter than it ever has and his desperation makes you throb.
You’re sat on the sofa in his room, frilly black skirt nestled high up your thighs, exposing the lengths of your silky smooth skin. Your shirt is elsewhere, having been torn from you the second you sauntered into his room—leaving you in your pretty lace bra, the one that made your tits sit just right. Rafe Cameron, King Kook (or whatever the fuck those braindead clowns called him) was currently nestled into the expanse of your cleveage. His slicked back greasy hair falling forward slightly from the constant movement of his or your hands through it, leaving it to tickle the skin of your tits just so.
The sounds of his loud sniffing filled the air as he snorted lines of cocaine from the plush cushion of your boobs, while you relaxed against the sofa like you owned the place, like you owned him. His cheeks were flushed a delightful shade of pink, eyes glazed over from the high. Eager whines muffled against your skin as he grappled at your waist, squeezing at you, desperation in each press of his fingers.
“Mh—fuck, mommy,” Rafe whimpered, dumbed out, the sound so needy and wanting no one would’ve believed it came from him, “been—been needin’ you so bad.”
“Yeah?” You hum softly, coaxingly. Running your bare thigh over his in slow, soothing strokes as he practically kneeled in your lap. “How much baby? How much have you needed mommy?”
A shiver ran deep through him and he whined again, at the sound of you. The feel of you. You. He pressed his face deeper into your tits, eyes fluttering shut blissfully as he inhaled the scent of you and the last remaining flecks of the coke. His brain was cloudy and disoriented—in that fuzzy place that only you could take it to. His hips squirmed slightly, seeking attention.
“So, so much,” he breathed out, his gruff voice having a constant edge of a whine in it as he nuzzled into your chest deeply, “n—never need anything more than I need you mama.”
“No?” You mock lightly, your tone soft but sharp around the edges, just enough to take pleasure in his floundering whines, just enough to make him simper like a bitch for your praise instead. “Not even your coke, baby? Almost seems like that comes before me.”
He choked out a soft protest, clinging to you tighter still and shaking his head against your cleveage—mind too fuzzy to argue verbally. He squeezed tightly at the meat of your thigh, leaving red handprints, in a subconscious claim over you almost. Trembling, pouty lips pressing into your chest reverently, a single babble of ‘mommy’ leaving his mouth.
“Not even gonna tell me I’m wrong?” You huff gently in mock disappointment, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his slick hair, the strands still tickling the skin of your exposed chest in a way that sent flickers down your spine. “Mommy needs reassurance too pretty thing.”
“I’m—I—‘s you I need, not the coke.” He murmured blearily into your chest, snuggled up so close into you it was like he was trying to get in your skin. The gentle feel of your fingers over his scalp causing his breathing to pick up, his mouth pressing more insistently into your skin as he withered lightly under your touch. So pliable for you. “You—all you mommy. You’re—so good. Nghh. So good. Can’t think.”
You cooed, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “That’s my boy.”
The praise sets him off, a whimpering thread of something almost keening leaving him as he fully moved into your lap, shamelessly. You know all his weaknesses. He buries his face into your tits, never removing himself from them once. His big arms wrapping around your waist, his large muscular stature so unlike the current whiny, whimpering, pathetic behaviour he was exhibiting.
“I’m—your boy. You’re good boy.” He sniffled through the coke and his emotions, fingers rubbing patterns into your sides as he laid on you, a melted mess of the man people thought he was. His brain was so fuzzy it was hard to comprehend but you—your boy, being your good boy. He would do that. That’s all he could do. Be good for mommy. “N’need to be—for you, mommy.”
“Oh, I know. I know,” you sooth, brushing your fingers through his hair still, your other hand on his back as you let him sit in your lap. Your boy. “And you are my boy. My good boy, my best boy—“
His brain was completely blank now, feeling floaty and trapped on the same obsessive cycle of you, you, you—he was yours. Nothing else mattered. Rafe nodded desperately into your chest, a continuous stream of whimpers leaving him. Eyelashes fluttering against your tits as he clung on tightly ‘mommy—mama—‘ and ‘need you’ being babbled from his delirious, pouty mouth.
You bit back any sounds of your own, continuing to hold him in your lap and murmur cooing praises as he babbled needy pleas and nothings, completely yours to do whatever you wanted to—your lips tugged into a little grin as you allowed yourself to bask in the sheer power rush running through your veins right now, something oddly satisfying in the filthy fire in your stomach and the throb in your clit. Fuck if it ever felt good to do this to this man. Beyond good.
c/w: obsessive!rafe, manipulative!reader, dom!reader x sub!rafe, voyeurism, sexting, striptease, male masterbation, humiliation, degradation, jealousy.
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rafe’s pov
Damn, I could get used to this. It’s fucking paradise. I’m stretched out on the guest bed in the pool house—bare chest still warm from the sun, linen sheets faintly sticking to my skin, towel tossed somewhere on the floor.
It’s quiet now. Just the hum of the ceiling fan and the thick, rhythmic snoring of a few boys passed out on the couch after a day of day-drinking. Quick nap before pregame. We’ll stumble back to the frat around three.
Me? I’ve barely blinked. Every ten minutes or so, I glance at the main house. Waiting. Hoping. Just one glimpse of her pulling into the driveway. Maybe she’ll come home early. Maybe she’ll realize we’re here and ask me to come inside…
Hasn’t happened. But I’m a beer half-full kinda guy.
Still, who am I kidding?
It’s Friday. Sun’s setting behind the mansion. She’s probably closing some insane deal, running her empire, stacking money while I lie here like a goddamn teenager in heat.
And yeah—maybe she does come home early sometimes. Just not for us. Not for me.
She’d never be the type to waste an afternoon stretched out by the pool. The whole atmosphere would put her off—the music, the boys gawking, the tastelessness of it all. That just isn’t who she is. She’s above it. She’s above me.
And yet every time I catch a flash of headlights on the driveway my heart skips. Every time I hear a car door slam I sit up a straighter.
It’s pathetic. I know it is. But I’ve got this twisted fantasy playin’ out in my head of her choosin’ me. Walking into the pool house like it’s me she came home for and no one else.
Like I’m the only one she needs—the only one that can satisfy those needs she thinks I can’t. Which I can… I fuckin’ can. It’s gonna be me. Not one of those guys with perfect suits and private yachts. Not some old, stuffy asshole. I’d do it all for her. She wouldn’t even have to ask. And I’d give it all if she let me touch her like I’ve been dreamin’ about.
I close my eyes and exhale, feeling myself getting hard just thinking about her.
I grit my teeth, trying to pull it together—but the emergency number she stuck to the frat fridge is burning a hole in my goddamn pocket. I saved it under Sugar. Couldn’t help myself.
‘Cause what if I said the right thing? What if I was as slick as I know I can be? Well fuck. I might just be riskin’ it all.
My eyes lift and my heart drops as the lights flick on in the main house.
I watch her walk into the house and kick off her heels like the day’s finally let go of her. She moves through the entryway, soft and effortless, and for a second I forget to breathe completely.
Her hair comes down first—fingers loosening like she doesn’t even know I’m watching. Like I’m not right here; eyes burning through the goddamn glass.
She moves to the kitchen and grabs a bottle of wine from the shelf, popping the cork, running herself a glass. Her pouty lips press against the rim taking a long, slow sip.
My eyes track her close, watching as she climbs the grand staircase along the long line of windows that dress the back of the house, drifting all the way to the top.
One flick of her wrist and the lights glow behind the soft curtain of her master bedroom.
I should look away, I know that. I should give her some privacy at least but I can’t. I just sit there, jaw tight as I swallow the lump in my throat, watching her silhouette drift across her room.
She’s right there… A shape I know too well and not well enough all in the same breath.
And I’m pissed… Fucking furious that she’s closing me off cruelly. Turning her room into a goddamn peep show like I haven’t been waiting for her all day—like I wouldn’t fall to my knees for a sliver of her attention.
Her shadow moves and my lips part, breath catching in my chest as her shadow grows bigger and bigger, closer as her hands lift. And she pulls the curtain open and my heart stops.
For a second she just stands there, clear as day, the fabric of her blouse sheer in the glow.
She’s gotta know how this shit goes… the pool house setup. Her son gets the master bedroom. His best friend gets the guest room. Best friend privileges. The rest of the guys crash wherever there’s space.
She’s seen it play out all summer... The way we peel off from the pool and wander inside to nap before goin’ out. The way I always end up with this room—the only one facing the house. The one with a perfect view of her.
I sit up, sheets falling to my lap as my pulse climbs. Her eyes flick toward my window. She bites her lip and I swear to god she sees me. She definitely sees me.
What if she wants me watching?
The thought sinks its claws into me. I reach toward the bedside lamp and flick on the nightlight, trying to catch her attention, enough to say your move, sweetheart.
Her fingers find the buttons of her blouse, popping open one at a time. I watch each one slip free, teasing more and more skin.
Bet it’s not the first time she’s stripped like this—just maybe the first time for me. Or maybe I’m not even the first. Maybe some rich fuck already gets this view every Friday night.
… Ain’t no fuckin’ way. She'd never. She wouldn't do that to me.
I moan when her shirt hits the floor, her body basically bare for me—just a pair of heels, a skin-tight pencil skirt, and a black bra—sleek, lacy, hugging her curves like it was tailored to kill me. My mouth’s gone dry; chest rising too damn fast.
I can’t take it. I grab my shirt and rip it over my head, tossing it aside like I need her to see I’m not hiding either. I’m here. I’m hers.
And that’s when she turns with her back to me, spine straight, skirt stretched tight across her perfect ass.
She slides her hands down her body, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her skirt, lowering it inch by inch.
Her fingers wrap around her ankles, ass in the air, garter belt wrapped around her waist, hugging her thighs. She winds back up slowly, hair flicking back, looking over her shoulder at me.
I push down my trunks and my cock springs free—so fuckin’ hard for her I’m already leaking.
Bet she’s dripping… Soaked through that lingerie, warm and wet. My eyes dart to the left—I don’t wanna miss a thing. “Shit,” I pant, my voice stammering from my lips in a shaky breath as I see it. Because yeah, I’ve stayed here before. Slept in this exact room. But I never noticed that…
On the nightstand, tucked beside the lamp is a box of Kleenex and a tall, narrow bottle of something. Lotion… French label, heavy cream, expensive as fuck I can just tell. Definitely wasn’t here last weekend. Definitely not from one of the guys.
She put that there for me…
My stomach flips and my cock throbs, I swallow the lump in my throat as I pump some of it into my hand—cool, thick, silky, and just as I wrap my fingers around myself she moves.
She reaches up, arms bending behind her and the clasp of her bra gives way. The straps fall, bra dropping, and with it a groan slips out of me.
Holy fuckin’ shit…
I start to stroke, my hand slick; eyes locked on every move she makes. My other hand grips the sheets, knuckles tight already as my chest rises, chain sparkling with each pump of my fist on my dick. My teeth sink into my lip as my thighs tense.
I shouldn’t be watching. She’s my best friend’s mom. She’s… She—damn… I—nothing goin’ on in my brain but her and the steady stroke of my hand as she turns. That face, those tits; nipples tight from the air. She leans into the window, hands pressed against the glass, bending over like I’m taking her from the back.
I can’t help but imagine it, my dick slick, drilling into her pussy again and again. Slapping her ass, pulling her hair, making her scream my name like it’s her favorite fuckin’ word. Begging me for more…
I don’t want anyone else. I don’t even look at anyone else anymore
She stands a little straighter, letting her hands run up her body ‘til they rest on top of her breasts, squeezing and pressing them together for me. For me.
My thoughts race again as I buck up into my fist now, thinking about her on top of me. My mouth on her chest, lips locked on her nipple, while my hands grip her hips forcing her to bounce on it.
I picture her straddling me, sinking down slow while I groan into her neck as she whispers that ‘she knows… knows how bad I want her. She wants me too. You feel so fuckin’ good, Rafe. Rafe… Rafe… Rafe…’
I can hear her taking back everything she said about me before, fighting for a breath, giving her everything she told me I couldn’t handle and more. Tears soaking her cheeks ‘cause she’s that fucked out—that full of me that she doesn’t even know what to do with herself.
She wants me. She left the lotion for me. She left that goddamn curtain open for this.
Her hands fall, taking the garter and panties with it, her little heeled feet kicking it out of the way as she continues her show.
I wish she could hear the praise leaving my lips—feel my hands on her curves. The slick sounds of her pussy squelching through the room instead of my hand doin’ it all myself.
She looks down at her vanity and my mind paints the picture of me in front of her on my knees… thankin’ her for letting me beg. She moves toward the vanity, pumps something into her palm—clear and shiny. She's not even in the room with me and I can smell her body oil; burnt into my memory the first time she walked past me at the frat.
She pours more in her hand rubbing it in, tauntingly slow. Her fingers ghost along her collar bones, down her arms, dragging across her stomach, cupping her breasts. Her whole body starts to shimmer, glistening the light.
She walks over to her bed and picks up a dress—red and dangerous. One I’ve never seen. She tilts her head, like she’s not sure it’s the one. It is. Fuck, it is. And I’m gonna be the one to take it off her.
I'm barely holding on, muscles twitching, Adam’s apple bobbing, willing her to look at me so she can watch me cum for her.
Wanna show her how pretty I look when I fall apart.
I fight to keep my eyes open, biting down so hard on my lip I swear I drew blood and the second I'm about to go she steps out of my view.
“Fuck!” I curse, far too fuckin’ loud. I pull my hands back from my length and the breath punches out my chest. Where the fuck did she go?
My cock aches. My heart hurts. My pride in shambles as my head falls back to the headboard with a heavy thud.
A snarl leaves my lips as heat builds behind my eyes like I might actually cry over this. The fuck is wrong with me?
But I’m still hard. I reach over, stretching out my hand, slamming my fist down on the lotion in frustration, filling my hand again with the creamy white.
I start to stroke slow again… I mean she might come back… Right? Might pull that dress off her bed.
Damn, she's cruel. She loves to tease… Loves to make me suffer. She's perfect.
Mine.
Just ‘cause she's gone doesn't mean she didn't do all that shit for me… I just lasted too long. I got fuckin’ stamina, sweetheart. What can I say—fuuuuck me. She steals my thoughts and kills my last two brain cells, making my eyes roll back in my skull, cum spurting out of my dick in thick loads, painting across my chest and abs.
I cum so fuckin’ hard my toes curl, sobbing out a moan when she steps into my view.
A blood-red corset, panties, and a brand-new garter belt hugging her thighs like my hands should be. Her lips are glossed, eyes twinkling with mischief as she looks down at me and smiles.
A smile curls at the corner of my lips too because hell fuckin’ yeah… Mmm fuck—it was all for me… The perfect foreplay. Prepping me for more like I knew she was gonna. My girl… My fuckin’ baby.
Tonight’s the night. I’m gonna touch her, taste her, strip that corset off her body; rub that oil in with my hands this time.
She moves slow, hips swaying, arms drifting like if she was given a stage and some music I’d be flicking cash at her happily.
I don’t even breathe—just stare, waiting for my sign to come inside.
“C’mon, baby,” I mutter into the empty room, voice rough and deep, way too desperate for anyone but her.
But then she lifts up the dress and in that moment everything tilts.
The mood changes and she steps into it, zipping it up, walking toward her vanity to grab her perfume, snagging a watch off the stand that costs more than my tuition I'm sure.
She tugs the blinds shut—sealing it off like it never meant anything.
My stomach sinks. My blood runs cold. I don’t blink as she breezes down the stairs. And when she hits the main floor her attention is stolen; head turning toward the front door.
I can barely see… My panic sets in. I stand up fast, stumbling toward the window as I wipe myself off with my shirt. I toss it to the corner in frustration as I see who it is.
Aaron Mixen.
The mayor of Miami… Billionaire. Yacht-club royalty. Grade-A asshole. Newly number one on my fuckin’ shit list.
He hands her a massive bouquet of exotic flowers and she smiles way too bright; the man walkin’ into my—her… her house. And just like that jealousy creeps in.
I can’t breathe. The hell does he mean to her anyway? I need to know—I deserve to know. Maybe he’s already seen all of her, touched everything I haven't gotten to yet.
God, I’d fuckin’ kill him.
He shuffles into the kitchen like he owns the place—like he owns her. And I fuckin’ hate that. I hate him. I do.
He doesn’t get to have that.
I pace along the window, watching it all play out. She grabs a crystal vase filling it with water while he drinks her in. He says something and she laughs, tossing her head back, and he looks so proud of himself it makes me sick.
My heart breaks but I don’t look away. Maybe she’s performing. Maybe she’s still playing the game. Maybe she wants me to be jealous.
I squint at the window, petty and sick with it, my jaw tight enough to snap.
He’s not even that hot… He’s just got money… Power. That’s it. Nothin’ I can't get with time.
I got money… More than she probably thinks. I’m not some broke frat boy who lives off ramen, protein powder, and cheap beer, I’ve got investments. An Inheritance.
I can take care of her better than that smooth-talking, fake-ass, AARP-adjacent; “can't go more than one round without takin’ a knee”, asshole. Bet he can't even bench 130… Bet I could beat him in a foot race for sure. Or a fight… sounds like a good idea to me.
I grab my phone, looking down at her pet name I saved for her on my screen. Just in case of emergencies… Well, this is the worst case scenario. This is a fucking crisis.
☏ Rafe Cameron | you looked unreal tonight
I send it and stare at my phone sitting heavy in my hand. My breathing’s shallow, stuck in my aching chest. The pool house is dead—just the low thrum of the AC and the slow, steady thud of my own pulse in my head.
Buzz.
☏ Sugar | Who’s this?
Bullshit. She knows. She’s fuckin’ with me.
I glance out the window as they leave—heels clicking across the marble, dress painted on her curves, that diabolical flick of her eyes in my direction before she slipped out the door.
☏ Rafe Cameron | you know exactly who this is
☏ Sugar | Kelce?
I laugh—short and bitter. Yeah... That stings more than it should.
☏ Rafe Cameron | funny
☏ Rafe Cameron | you think you’re being cute
☏ Rafe Cameron | but I know you saw me watching I know you left the curtain open I know what you were doing
☏ Rafe Cameron | you wanted me to see you
Nothing. Her silence has sweat dripping down my back; skin crawling with each passing moment. Why the hell is she ignoring me huh?
☏ Rafe Cameron | have your little dinner
☏ Rafe Cameron | play pretend with him
☏ Rafe Cameron | ill be here when you’re done
Buzz.
☏ Sugar | I don’t plan on coming home.
I crash down on the bed, phone trembling in my fist in frustration.
☏ Rafe Cameron | does he even know how to take care of you?
☏ Sugar | And you think you do?
☏ Rafe Cameron | ya I do
☏ Rafe Cameron | you just don't believe me
☏ Rafe Cameron | ill prove it to if you let me
☏ Sugar | I’ve given you plenty of chances Rafe. You just don’t know what to do with them.
God. My stomach churns. She’s right. She knows she is. I’ve fucked up more times than I can count, and yet—
☏ Rafe Cameron | i know
☏ Rafe Cameron | ive never tried for anyone the way i try for you
☏ Rafe Cameron | ive done more for you this summer than ive ever done for anyone
☏ Sugar | You’re a cart boy at a luxury golf course. Stop acting like you do manual labor.
☏ Sugar | You drink as many drinks as you pour. Tan more than you work. You’re late Rafe. Consistently fucking late. What do you want a trophy?
I flinch. I deserve that. But I don’t let it go.
☏ Rafe Cameron | im serious
☏ Rafe Cameron | im different with you
☏ Rafe Cameron | i think about you all the time
☏ Rafe Cameron | even when you’re not around even when I shouldn’t
☏ Sugar | You say all the right things when you’re desperate. You had all summer to prove it and you didn’t. You cost me money. Real money. And I don’t forget that kind of thing.
I drop my head into my hands.
☏ Rafe Cameron | i know i fucked up
☏ Rafe Cameron | ill fix it if you let me. just let me close ill show you
☏ Sugar | You think you’re owed a chance?
☏ Sugar | You’re not.
☏ Rafe Cameron | i know but im still asking
☏ Rafe Cameron | please ill be good from now on ok??
She reads it and leaves me on read like I figured she would.
☏ Sugar | Rafe Cameron submissive. Never thought I’d see the day.
☏ Rafe Cameron | ill be anything you want
☏ Rafe Cameron | you want control? take it U wanna fuck me up? go ahead U want me to take care of you? done
☏ Sugar | You can’t even take care of yourself.
☏ Rafe Cameron | one chance
☏ Rafe Cameron | hello???
☏ Rafe Cameron | say something
☏ Sugar | You lasted longer than I thought you would.
Fuck… Holy shit…
“Yeah you liked that shit?” I mutter, catching my face reflected in the window, basking in the praise I’d been aching for.
☏ Rafe Cameron | yeah? So you want me in your room when you get home or what?
☏ Sugar | I don’t know. Probably not.
I bite the inside of my cheek, heat prickles up my neck.
☏ Sugar | Haven’t decided.
☏ Rafe Cameron | just tell me what it’ll take ill do anything
☏ Sugar | You always say that. Then you do something stupid.
☏ Sugar | You don’t get to be lazy and loyal. Pick one.
☏ Rafe Cameron | loyal fucking loyal alright?
☏ Rafe Cameron | im not just some frat boy
☏ Sugar | You kind of are.
☏ Sugar | Goodnight Rafe.
That’s it. Just that. Like she patted me on the head like a dog and told me to heel. I lock the phone and slam it on the bed—heart shattered, cock softening, pride fucking demolished. She saw everything. Left me here. Used me.
She had me the second she looked at me. Game over.
And the worst part? He gets her tonight—Buzz.
I lunge for the phone so fast I nearly fall off the bed.
☏ Sugar | Found this in my son’s laundry. Is it yours?
I tap the image and my whole body reacts because there she is, wearing my shirt—my frat letters and nothing else. She shouldn’t look that good in something that belongs to me.
My baggy sleeves hang past her elbows; hem lifted just enough to show her ass in the mirror. Her skin looks so soft. Her lips, softer. There’s a smug little smile tugging at her mouth like she knows this is so much more than a little “lost-and-found message” this is a sext posed as a simple question.
Is this yours? Yeah the fuck it is, sweetheart. You’re mine— “Fuck!” I'm too distracted to register it ‘til it’s halfway gone, the disappearing ink fading fast.
“Fucking—fuck!” My voice cracks as I mash my thumb and pointer fingers against the sides, trying to grab a screenshot, but I lock my fuckin’ phone instead.
☏ Rafe Cameron | please send it again please please
☏ Rafe Cameron | im begging you
☏ Rafe Cameron | baby cmon please
She reads it.
Nothing.
I’m half to tears. Chest burning. Cock hard again as my stomach twists in knots.
I should stop. Cling to what’s left of my dignity. But I can’t. So I do the only thing I know how to do.
I flip the camera and raise my phone; chest still bare; my hair a mess from yanking on it. I lower the camera just enough, with my abs tight and my gold chain catching the light coming through the dark window.
I grab my dick, pump it a few times, giving her the same look she gave me and—Snap.
Send.
Read.
Typing…
Nothing.
Typing…
Nothing.
☏ Rafe | sorry ill chill
And then—
Buzz.
☏ Sugar | That looks fun to ride.
My stomach flips. I laugh—soft and breathless as a flicker of hope flashes across my screen—
☏ Sugar | Too bad it doesn’t come with follow-through.
☏ Sugar | You know Mixen asked me on this date like a man?
☏ Sugar | Picked the place. Picked me up. Held the fuckin’ door.
☏ Sugar | It wasn’t just some late-night horny text.
☏ Sugar | His words match his actions and he deserves my full attention
☏ Sugar | Goodnight
The high evaporates and my face falls. I sit there for a second. My hand still clutching the phone like it might vibrate again and save me. But it doesn’t— “Yo! Rafe! Let’s go! Pre-game at Ella’s!” I jump out of my skin, sucking in a breath as I scramble for my clothes when the locked door handle jiggles. “Rafe? Man, you good?”
“I’m not going,” I call out. “Feel like shit. M’gonna sleep it off.”
He yells out about some bar I won’t be attending tonight. Doors slam, music bumps, cars peel out of her driveway, disappearing into the night.
And then, nothing… Just me and her backyard. Me and this terrible, aching silence.
The grass is cool and damp under my feet, clashing with the night air, balmy and thick. The pool glows blue beside me—the main house shimmering; towering behind tall glass.
And just like every other decision I’ve made tonight, I’m painfully aware this is a bad idea. I know what this looks like. I know she said ‘no’. But I also know she sent that photo.
I told her I’d be good… but is that what she wants? I mean really… ‘Cause from where I’m standin’, me lookin’ up at her and her lookin’ down a little old me… Well, I think she just might love it.
I think this is exactly what my girl wants.
The back door’s unlocked and I slip inside the kitchen; heart pounding but there’s this new wave of confidence… a swagger that has me snaggin’ that popped bottle of red wine off the kitchen counter, making my way up the stairs as I take a long, needed pull.
Her house smells like her: intoxicating, rich, getting stronger by the second as I push open the door to the bedroom.
I don’t bother turning on the light, smiling to myself as I walk past the mirror she took that selfie in, strolling straight to bed.
The bottle thumps against the night stand. I grab the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down, lowering my body into her sheets.
Her pillow is feather-soft, soaked in her smell. I press my face into it, feeling my cock press stiff against the mattress already.
I roll over and stretch out, throwing my hands behind my head, letting my eyes fall shut for the moment because I know one thing.
rafe gets into a fight with his dad and finally makes the call instead of lingering
“you shut your fuckin mouth rafe! think you can step up for me? fuckin failure that's what you are!” ward's backed rafe into a corner now pushing him with every word. at first rafe tried to defend himself, y'know get a couple words before his fathers became too real. too true.
ward gives him a final look of disgust before pushing rafe's head back once more and slamming the door. rafe screams throwing the lamp beside him causing glass to skid across the polished wooden floors. “fucking failure my ass, i've done the most for this bullshit family. don't see sarah going out of her way to help anyone of us.” rafe continues to shout ignoring the fact that the rest of his family was still trying to fall asleep.
all he could think of was running back to his room and calling you, but he couldn't. not because you blocked him or anything you were too indifferent for that, and it scared him. scared him enough to not call for two months and fall back into his deplorable party life.
everyone noticed because even a blind man could see rafe wasn't as great as he wanted to be. the excess usage and anger, swallowing anything in a red solo cup like it was second nature. but no one cared enough to mention it and if they did they weren't ready to meet his wrath over a simple “are you okay?”
topper and kelce were fine with it because they finally got their friend back from the oh so evil witch that tried steer him on the right path. so as soon as rafe started declining the fancy parties or the borderline aa meetings they decided you ruined him. sarah barely interacted with him due to his violent outbursts becoming more common even when you were with him she kept a safe distance. he'd burnt so many bridges that the only ones that remained were pulling him further down.
rafe hurried up the stairs like his footsteps volume would cover the soft sniffles that refused to stop. to make matters worse whilst running he stubbed his toe and as per usual he made it a problem for everyone in the house. “fuck!” he screams. “stupid fuckin stairs.”
he finally gets to his room and scrambles for his phone before curling up on his bed and hesitantly bringing his finger to call the contact 'my pretty girl'. he didn't change it, couldn't bring himself to because somewhere in that twisted mind of his he held hope that you wouldn't leave. that you guys would get back together and everything would be perfect again.
at the same time he also knew you were always clear on your boundaries but one call for peace of mind was worth whatever punishment he got and if it was from you he'd be fine.
you're forced awake as your ringtone blares in your ears a single 'x' on the screen. “hello?” you yawn. rafe doesn't reply at first; sure he's thought about this moment a trillion times but having it play out the same as his dreams wasn't expected. “i need you.” he cries, trying to calm himself with the sound of soft breaths and muffled jazz on the other side. you roll your eyes having remembered you explicitly instructing him not to contact you again. it was only meant to be for a week or two but seeing how peaceful life was without rafe just extended your timing.
“wrong number rafe you need a therapist.” “no no no i just need you just stay on the phone...please?” his whiny voice brought a subtle grin to your face, after all begging is one of the many ways to your heart so you decided to humour him. “what is it rafe?”
he breathes raggedly in attempts to go back to his normal self. “my uh dad.” he sniffles with every word and it almost makes you feel bad for the guy. almost. “do i have to remind you of how good you're doing without me?” rafe groans forcing his head further into his pillow, after the breakup he'd spammed you with texts that relayed the same message of him not needing you and when he got no response he just got more embarrassed.
“i don't wanna be better jus' yours i swear. i promise i promise.” he repeats the words like they’re prayer tiring himself out every time he speaks. you let out a blithe giggle that calls him closer to the phone. “you were mine rafey.” your teeth caught your bottom lip. “but you're insensitive and i'm not.” “i know your the kindest most prettiest girl in the world baby and i don't wanna be me if you don't like it.” “don't flatter me rafe.” you purred rolling your eyes at the smile his words gifted you.
“you deserve it. not any of the shit i put you through.” “you can't respect me and not yourself rafe. its not good for you.” he groans “nothing’s good for me except you.” the two of you sit in silence processing the words just exchanged. “you wanna come over.” he murmurs cautiously hiding his face from the phone as if you were watching his every move. “now why would i come to you.” “sorry i'm sorry. can i come over?”
you pause already knowing your answer but to have him struggle with the suspense is an opportunity you couldn't pass up. “hmmm. but you’re not nice rafey not to me not to a lot of people.” your words were like a stab to the chest especially with their candied tone. he sat up quickly forcing his brain to find anything to convince you. “c'mon i gotta see you baby. i’ll be good i’ll be nice ill be whatever you need me to be. i’ll apologise to you and anyone you want i swear it.”
“alright alright just bring me some snacks will you?”
sure enough rafe grabs his keys and runs to kitchen grabbing any snack he thought you'd like. he gets to his car dropping the bag in the passenger before speeding off. he almost runs a red with his eagerness but who was to blame him he was gonna see his girl even if it was only for the one night.
the tires screeched against the gravel from your driveway signalling his arrival though it took 10 minutes or so for him to actually open the door. rafe spent the first five telling himself to be normal and strangling the wheel to death and the next pacing infront of your door which was entertaining to watch from the camera.
when he finally grabbed the key from under the plant pot—because you knew he was never going to disrespect you like that and force you to change it’s place—he creeped up the stairs bag awkwardly swaying with each step before reaching your room. “rafe?” he took that as invitation to come in but before you could give him a lecture on how he had to stay on the far end of the bed as tall as he was he crawled over to you and laid his head on your chest.
you laughed softly trying to push the man off of you but he refused taking you sitting up as the opportunity to wrap his hands around you. “missed you.” his breath fanned across your skin. “you’re not a dog rafe get off.” “don’t do that. i’d be anything for you.” “you gotta move rafe the tv.” “jus’ stay there okay tell me what to do.” he was talking like you’d dissipate if you moved an inch but who gives up the chance to boss the ‘manliest man ever’ around.
the two of you laid on the bed rafe still holding you like he wasn’t planning to let you move and ‘constantine’ played on the tv. your hand cradled his cheek admiring the remnants of tears stuck to his skin and his puffy eyes. “you get prettier when you cry.” all he could do was stare at you. your eyes, your nose. your lips.
he raised a hand to squeeze your face and kiss you softly. “need to stop watching this dc bullshit.” you laughed and swatted his hand away. “not sure you have speaking privileges if you like marvel.” squishing his own in return.
currently watching constantine if you couldn't tell
Rafe slowly thrusts in and out of you as he whines. He’s trying to act like a dom. Trying to act all tough but he well and truly is still the boy who will whine from a kiss.
But he had finally gotten something he’s been fantasising about since he first started jerking off to you at his desk late at night. You had plagued his mind. He can’t study because all he sees is you moaning underneath him.
He knows he has a lot of kinks. That’s apparent when he moaned mommy the first time you gave him a blow job. He really likes calling you mommy. Mommy issues at its finest.
So it was no surprise that he has a breeding kink.
“Wanna make you a mom.” He says as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s not fast, but it’s just right. He prefers to make love than fuck. Well that’s his excuse because the real reason is that you feel to good he genuinely can’t go faster.
And you feel so good without a condom blocking him from fully feeling your pussy. The way you’re clenching around him as your tits bounce up and down. Oh your tits. He actually drools over them. Like actually saliva falling from his lips as he looks at them. So the idea of you getting pregnant and then getting bigger. Oh he’s in heaven.
He whines at the image before placing a kiss to them. His tongue leaving his mouth to lick your nipple. The action sends shivers all through your body.
“I can’t wait. I’ll take such good care of you.” He moans against your breast as he feels himself get closer and closer. “You’ll look so pretty carrying our baby. Please can I cum in you? Fill you up? Please. Please.”
He’s practically whining as his movements get sloppier. And he feels so good in you. He’s big which was a bit of a shock. The nerd from your class who would have guessed? Everyone probably.
You nod as your eyes screw shut. He feels so good and you’re so close.
Rafe moans as he cums in you. Filling you up so good as his lips part. His eyes scanning yours as he moans. He is actually in a state of bliss. And all he’s done is cum in you and think about you pregnant. He’s actually rather pathetic but so so cute.
back again with some more sub-stepbro!rafe & mean-stepsis!reader .. thinking about how he’d practically beg her (pathetically) to have sex with him and/or jerk him off … so she does exactly that, but overstims him until he’s at the point of tears ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა
sorry it took so long to answer this! i was away for new years but im back and getting back into it now <3 i hope i don't disappoint !
req! 𝜗𝜚 mean-stepsis!reader gives sub-stepbro!rafe what he wants... at a price
c!w; mdni !! step-cest, desperate sub!rafe, mean/dom!reader, teasing, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, oversimulaton, degradation, humiliation, size kink, cream pie, rafe is referred to as 'good boy' once lol.
notes; sorry if this isn't great ! i literally just got back from a trip with my family over new years so i'm a little tired and i'm just getting back into writing again <3
you were walking around the house in the middle of the night, nothing but panties and a t-shirt on, everyone was asleep so it's not like it mattered. you assumed everyone was asleep until you passed rafe's bedroom.
the door was barely ajar but you could hear him groaning lowly in frustration, maybe he was playing a game or something and it wasn't going well? you shrugged and pushed open the door to find him with his pants pushed down to his thighs, semi-hard cock in hand with his phone by his side clearly lowly playing some porn he'd found.
you both got a small fright when you realised what you were looking at, but a cocky smirk slid across your features as rafe furrowed his brow and his cheeks went red. he tore a pillow from behind him and covered himself nervously.
"having some trouble..?" you taunted, now stepping fully into his bedroom and closing the door. rafe was sweating bullets, exhausted from trying to jerk himself off for almost an hour and not succeeding and extremely tense from your intimidating presence in front of him.
you slowly inched closer to the end of his bed, still smiling. he turned his phone off and shakily ran a hand through his greasy hair, "wh-what're you doing up?"
you shrugged, now climbing onto the bed slowly on your hands and knees, it was so easy to make him so flustered. he squirmed a little when you brushed his leg as you made your way up to him.
"so pathetic... you've probably been at this for so long" you said with a scoff as you took his phone from him, trying to see what he was watching which was evidently something to do with a blonde step sister, she didn't look too far off from you but she was definitely missing your tits.
"i need... i need help... please" he almost whispered, your head perked up and you looked at him through your eye lashes. "what was that?"
he sighed heavily, sexual frustration seeping through his tone, "please.. please, i need it. let me be inside of you please..." his eyes were glossed over as if he were about to cry.
you scoffed and dropped his phone somewhere on the bed before straddling his thighs, you put your hands on the pillow that was still covering his cock and before long your hands were on him. "rafe, you're gonna have to tell me what you want? speak properly."
his chest was pumping with every breath, eyes fixed on the way your hands slowly pumped his cock, "uhghh... please ride me i need to be inside of you, pleasepleaseplease" he groaned, reaching out and grabbing your wrist.
you taunted him with your smile before one hand let go of him and snaked over your clothed pussy, rafe gulped as he noticed the wetness soaking through as you played with yourself a little before pulling the panties to the side.
"you want this big cock inside me?" you said sweetly, now on your knees and hovering menacingly over rafe's leaking tip. he was rock hard, you knew you were the only thing that had that effect on him.
he was practically drooling as he gazed down at the space between you, with mouth slightly ajar to accompany the pure bewilderment on his face.
you sunk down on him slowly, groaning a little as you got used to his size, he might be pathetic but his cock was still huge. a combination that easily made you let him stuff you full again and again.
he whined when you bottomed out and wrapped your arms around his neck. "don't- can't move for a second... i'll-"
"shut up and don't you dare cum yet. i just fucking slid it in" you snapped with a smirk before deciding to slowly grind back and forth. his large hands instantly connected with your hips, gripping hard as he tried to hold back from how tight your cunt was squeezing him.
"nghh... you're so tight, fuck... please don't stop" rafe whimpered as his eyes rolled back, he had died and your pussy was heaven.
"you're soo pussy whipped hm?? so hard over your step-sister's wet pussy" you sighed as you began to bounce up and down, rafe's jaw was going slack and his grip loose as he grappled for control over his own release but to no avail.
"y/n...oh! fuck please i'm gonna cum- please let me cum? please?" he begged, hands panted at a hip and your waist. you grinned at rafe coming apart underneath you, he was so out of his mind drunk off the feeling of being inside you.
"mm, yes cum inside of me, you've been a good boy" you hummed, hands stroking his tense and toned chest. his lips parted and his body tensed up as his cock twitched inside you before a guttural groan escaped his lips, his thick cum spilling into you.
but you weren't yet done with him.
he attempted to hold you still as he finished but as soon as you felt the hot stickiness inside of you, you continued to bounce on his cock, rolling your hips as much as you could.
rafe looked at you with panic in his eyes as he started to shake, "'s too much- ughh! fuck... please-" he groaned, tears beginning to spill from his eyes.
you kept riding him, milking him for every last drop and making sure to lift nearly completely off his dick only to take him all the way in again. he had cum a for a second time in tears, almost directly after you'd let him and was now limp against the headboard of his bed.
you giggled at him, "so pathetic, you wanted to be inside me so bad and you could barely handle it. look how much cum there is"
he lifted his head up to look down between you as you rose off of him, holding yourself steady above him you watched as some his thick cum leaked out of you. he was completely mesmerised and too fucked out to realise it was all over his pelvis now. you grinned and slid his tip though your folds, playing with his release with a giggle only causing him to twitch again with little whimpers.
finally you swung your leg over and readjusted your panties to cover the sticky mess spilling out of you. rafe watched you intensely.
"i'm tired," you called, walking to his bedroom door before opening it, "good night rafey." and there you left him, with tear stained cheeks and cum stained sheets.
A/N: Title based off of What You Need by The Weeknd, this is my first time writing Rafe and is just practice basically, I kind of rushed the last part because it was late and I needed to go to bed lol, also my requests are open so feel free to send me some :)
Warnings: S4 Sub!Rafe, Sexual Content, Handjob, Biting, Scratching, Overstimulation.
Rafe didn't mean to hurt Sofia, he never wanted it to be like this. She just wasn't enough for him, and it hurt for him to even admit that to himself.
It didn't matter how many times he had tried to stay with her, to tell her what he wanted, to be vulnerable with her, he just couldn't.
Sofia wasn't her.
He had to end things, he couldn't keep doing this to her. He couldn't keep fucking her and pretending like she was someone else, he couldn't keep telling her to do these things that would remind him of her.
Rafe was a lot of things, but he wasn't a cheater.
So he broke up with her, the same night he knew he couldn't stop himself from driving to another woman's house. She cried, he apologized, she left, and so did he.
The roads were slick, rain pouring down heavy onto the black asphalt as he drove onto the cut. He was nervous, hoping—praying, that she would let him in, take him in.
He hesitated in front of her door, the rain soaking through his hoodie and onto his skin, goosebumps forming from the cold wetness.
It took him three minutes and a lot of nail biting to knock on her door, but when he finally did, his whole body screamed at him to turn around and leave.
He waited, his heart beating out of his chest when he heard the unmistakable sounds of her floorboards creaking, and when the door cracked open, he couldn't even look her in the eyes.
"Rafe? What are you doing here?"
Her voice was soft, familiar, and he immediately regretted coming here in the first place.
"I broke up with Sofia."
His voice was shaky, he sounded more hurt than he wanted too, like it was a big deal to him even though all he cared about was if she was going to let him through the door or not.
She was silent, and he was five seconds away from turning around and never speaking to her again when she finally decided to speak.
"Come in."
The door opened wider, and he let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He walked inside, looking around like he had never been here before, but everything was exactly the same as it was months ago.
The door clicked behind him, and he finally, finally turned around. She was looking at him in a way she never had before, pity, guilt, regret maybe? He didn't really know, but he did know he wanted her to stop.
"Are you okay?"
She asked gently, taking a step towards him, and he shakily inhaled, his body shivering at the smell of her perfume, the same one he was so familiar with so many months ago. It all felt so new and nostalgic at the same time.
"I broke up with her because of you."
He mumbled coldly, gazing straight into her confused eyes, his expression never changing. Her eyebrows furrowed, her head tilted in that way it always did when she was confused or thinking a little too hard.
"Me? I didn't— what are you talking about?"
Her voice was less soft now, tone higher pitched. He took a slow step closing to her, his gaze leaving her eyes to glance down at her lips.
"I need you."
He knew he sounded pathetic, his voice was shaky, the words were borderline whined, but he didn't care, because it was her.
She quickly frowned, making him wince. The look she was giving him made him want to bury himself in a hole and never be seen again.
"Rafe, you told me that this was over, that you needed to move on."
She said accusingly, her hand gesturing between them. He closed his eyes, dragging his hand down his face in a frustrated manner.
"I know what I said, but I.."
He let out a heavy sigh, running his hair through his grown out buzzcut.
"I can't stop thinking about you, I—I didn't think it would be this hard to go without you."
He mumbled, his face softening. She closed her eyes, tilting her head down to stare at the floor while she crossed her arms over her chest. She looked upset, and he felt his heart ache at the fact that he did this to her.
"So you think it's okay to show up to my house at- at ten a 'clock to tell me this? After you haven't texted me or called me for months—"
He took another step forward, attempting to put his hand on her face, but she backed up, and his hand fell back to his side.
"I'm sorry baby-"
He whispered, but she cut him off with a scoff, shaking her head in a way that made his cower.
"Don't call me that."
Her tone was dark, her voice so quiet he could barely make out the words, and he wanted nothing more than to apologize, but he knew she would just shut him down again.
"What do you want me to say?"
He whispered, moving his hand up to his face, biting at his nails as he gazed at the ground, tapping his feet against the stained hard-wood floors.
She let out a sigh, stepping towards him. Her hand raised, grabbing his wrist, pulling his hand away from his mouth, stopping him from biting his barely there nail.
"I hate when you do that."
She whispered quietly, and his lips twitched into a smile when he realized her hand held the grip on his wrist, not letting go just yet. She leaned in closer, their faces inches apart.
He leaned in, closing the gap, humming into the press of their lips. It had been so long since they had kissed, that he had almost forgot how perfectly her lips had fit alongside his.
She moved her hand up from his wrist, resting against his bicep, the other one coming up behind his neck, keeping him pressed against her. He hesitantly reached an arm around her, grasping her waist like he would wither away if he let go.
She broke the kiss first, looking up at him with a pointed expression, making him loosen his grip.
"I swear, you put a curse on me or something."
She mumbles, making a smile break out on Rafe's lips. He truthfully was just happy that she had even kissed him back, and even allowed him to touch her, hold her like he had been craving for weeks.
She leaned in again, placing a softer, shorter kiss on his lips, breaking apart within seconds.
"You still remember where my bedroom is?"
She whispered, moving her lips down his jaw, kissing down to his neck. He swallowed, struggling to respond at the feeling he had missed for so long. He barely got out a nod, holding in the noise his lungs were begging to let out as she softly bit down.
She pulled off, admiring the teeth indentions with a smile. She glanced back up at him, he was already looking down at her with a soft smile, looking like he was lost in his world.
"Well then, what are you waiting for?"
She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck. He finally took the hint, reaching down to grab her ass, pulling her up so he could hold her.
The whole way to her room he kissed at her neck, biting softly and mumbling incoherent words. He cracked the door open, walking over to the bed where he had gently sat her down, looking at her with a look that made her heart flutter.
She wasn't going to let the tables turn like this though.
"Lay down."
She growled, watching Rafe's expression change in an instant. He obliged, although hesitantly, his head resting on the pillows, his back flat against the mattress, his hands resting over his stomach.
She crawled over him, her hands finding their way under his hoodie, feeling him tense under her touch before finally relaxing. He watched her hands move under his hoodie, his back arching an inch off the bed when she would touch particularly sensitive spots.
"Can't believe you ignored me for months, then showed back up like nothing happened."
She whispered, her nails dragging down his chest. He choked back a whimper, his abs twitching under the touch as he looked back up at her. He felt like he was being tortured.
"I'm sorry..."
He whined when her nails dug in hard. His cock twitched in his pants, which didn't go unnoticed- by either of them.
She let up a little, pulling his hoodie up but not all the way off. He reached down to grab her waist, just wanting to touch her, but she grabbed his wrists before he made it that far.
"Don't touch me."
She groaned out, a little meaner than she meant for it to be, but he didn't seem to mind, quite the opposite actually. His hips raised off the bed, grinding against nothing at her words.
"God, you are desperate.."
She smiled, letting go of his wrists to return to his chest, this time accompanying her nails with her teeth, biting down right on the muscles above his ribs, his most sensitive spot.
He hisses at the pain, throwing his head back against the pillows and squeezing the sheets. She was torturing him, and it felt too good.
She continued to bit at his chest, relishing in the small choked noise he made, especially when she would scratch and bite at the same time. It didn't take too long for him to resort to begging, his cock leaking through his boxers and sweatpants.
"Please— please baby.."
He sighed out, his voice breathy and whiny. She looked up at him, admiring the way his face was flushed red, his eyes squinted and his mouth parted open, panting out shaky breaths.
"What do you want?"
She asks, her voice nonchalant like she hadn't just been attacking his chest for the last ten minutes. His eyes rolled back as her hands soothed over the irritated lines on his chest.
"'Wanna fuck you,"
He whispered, his voice shaking as her hands let up, leaving him all together. She snorted out a laugh at that, watching him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
"Fuck me? No, you have to earn that, you should know better."
She giggled, watching him whine at her words. She dragged her hand down his chest, all the way down before settling onto the bulge in his sweats, teasingly running her fingers over the outline.
He breathed out a heavy sigh at the feeling, his gaze never leaving her face, silently begging her. His hips raised off of the bed, desperately trying to get more friction, making her take her hands off of him immediately.
"Be still.."
She grumbled, using one hand to press his hips down, and the other to pull his sweats and boxers down. He whimpered quietly and shifted around, trying to control himself and listen to her.
He felt pathetic, vulnerable, something he could never be around Sofia, and it was intoxicating, he felt drunk on pleasure and she hadn't even touched him yet.
She leaned down, spitting into her hand and finally placed it on his throbbing cock, forcing him to release a low groan. Her strokes were short and teasing, barely giving him any pleasure at all, just enough to keep him wanting more.
"Please—Mmph.."
He moaned out, his chest heaving at the feeling. She took pity on him a little, speeding up her strokes a little, watching his breaths speed up with her hand.
She dipped forward again, speeding up her strokes as she bit at his waistline, smiling as he flinched, hissing at the feeling. His legs started to shake, his whimpers turning into breathy moans, his hands gripping the sheets so hard his fingers lost their color.
"Please, please, please don't— don't stop.."
He begged, fighting the urge to grab her hair, anything to prevent her from letting up. She took pity on him though, stopping was just a distant thought in her brain.
At one particular bite on his v-line, he bucked his hips up, despite her best attempts to hold him down. He choked out a moan, come sputtering onto his navel, almost landing on her face as she dug my teeth into his skin.
She slowed her strokes, letting him ride out the high, but soon enough it was still too much. His body started to flinch away from her, desperately trying to avoid the stimulation, but she didn't let up, holding him in place.
"Wai— too.. too much-"
He choked up, unable to stop his hands from shakily grabbing her arm, weakly pulling her hand off of him, his chest heaving all at the same. She giggled at his frantic state, but complied with his desperate grasp, letting off of his spent cock.
His head flopped back onto the pillows, relief and exhaustion flooding his veins.
"Good?"
She asked softly, pulling his boxers and sweats back up, smiling at the small hiss he let out at the feeling. He nodded timidly as she laid down onto his chest, her hand raising to run through his hair.
"Been thinkin' about you for months.. 'm better than good.."
He mumbled, a smile twitching on his lips. She sat up for a second, pressing their lips together, before laying back down on his chest again, listening to his breathing calm down.
"Pull some shit like that again and I'm not answering the door next time."
warnings: mention of murder, mention of a gun and small descriptions of panic attack symptoms.
author's notes: english is not my first language, so if something is wrong you can tell me 🫶
If someone asked me how I came to stop in this situation, I wouldn't know how to answer. All I wanted was to find my boyfriend, and then he was in front of me pointing a gun at me and crying. "Rafe, what the fuck is that?" Probably stressing over a person who has a gun in their hands wouldn't be the smartest choice, but I know he wouldn't do anything to hurt me.
"You need to leave, you shouldn't be seeing this. LEAVE!" He was clearly panicking, and he was starting to scare me, but I couldn't leave him in that situation. Again I made an unintelligent decision and approached him, his hands trembling as I held the gun and pointed at my chest. "I won't leave you alone"
His hands only began to shake more violently, while his grip on the gun subsided. "I killed someone" He cried and fell to his knees, I soon put the gun aside as I lowered myself in front of him. "We're going to solve this, you're my boy and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you" I was scared, even more so when I realized I let him put a gun on my chest while him was panicking because he killed someone, but I could never let him know that.
"Did you hear me? You're safe, I'll take care of you." He hugged me as he trembled on my lap, all I could do was try to comfort him with little kisses everywhere I could reach while trying to think about how I would take care of this situation.
But one thing I was sure of, I wouldn't let anything happen to my boy, no matter what I needed to do.
Yo, I need someone to do a rafe Cameron where he falls in love with a girl with a tongue piercing, preferably brunette, either story or one shot. I do not care I don’t care if there are smut. I just need him falling in love with a girl with a tongue piercing because I know he would be a sucker for it. Somebody write it please
