boyfriends bsf!rafe x reader

wrong wrong wrong

that’s all you could think as no other than rafe cameron, your boyfriends best friend led you up the stairs.

he was away on a work trip and the faucets were leaking again. so you called him, and he replied with a simple “I’ll send rafe over, he should know how to fix it.” because he trusted you, but little did he know his best friends cock would be in his girl.

you gnawed at your lip as rafe examined the leak. you watched as his hands roughly wrenched and screwed and twisted at the sink.

maybe it was sexual frustration. 3 weeks had gone by since you had sex. or maybe it was something deeper, you just didn’t want to believe it.

but watching rafe the way he handled things, made heat pool into your stomach. your boyfriend was never good at things like this.

he turned around to look at you then. you averted your gaze.

he let out a low chuckle. “you alright sweetheart?”

you swallowed once, nodded your head quickly and looked away once again. the way he said the word sweetheart made your pulse thrum. but you shook it off because this was wrong. you had a boyfriend and this was his best friend.

“there we go, no more leaky faucet.” he dusted his hands off and walked up to you.

“thanks” you smiled at him, maybe a little too seductively, because his gaze burned.

“mm, i’d say you owe me something for taking up my sweet time.” he brushed the hair away from your face, tsking.

he sensed it, the way you melted into his touch, touch starved.

“dirty girl” he chuckled. “your boyfriend not good enough for you?”

you shook your head, whispering. “this is wrong rafe.” you felt guilty, but lust was overpowering that.

he looked you up and down, shaking his head. “he dosent need to know, so where’s my reward for this?” he whispered.

and that was how it happened. you, bent over, back arched, and your boyfriends closest friends cock pumping in and out of you, each slap against skin eliciting a whimper from you.

“bet he dosent fuck you like this.” he groaned in your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair to pull your head back.

he didn’t.

rafe was different, bigger, thicker. fucked harder, more passionate, more vocal.

“tell me baby, his dick better than mine?” he whispered in your ear, thrusting at a brutal pace.

you couldn’t respond, not with the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. you never felt like this before, stars threaten to invade your vision as you let out whimpers.

“say it.” he growled, smacking your ass, causing you to scream.

“n- fuck- no he dosen’t.” you whimpered, eyes rolling back, tears threatening to fall.

“been waiting for this moment. for you to realize it’s my cock you should be cumming on.”

white clouded your vision as he circled your clit. the risk of it all, the feeling of not being fucked in almost a month, the way he fucked you like it was a mission. it made you fall over the edge, orgasm pulling you under.

you screamed a high pitched moan, panting.

his grip on your hair tightened, he released a breathy groan slowing his pace and stilled inside of you.

he looked at where you guys connected and licked his lips. “can’t wait for your boyfriend to notice just how much of a cock drunk slut his girl is.”

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it wasn’t like you to get this drunk, not even tipsy. but after four shots, or was it eight you couldn’t remember, you were a stumbling, giggling mess.

“come on, let’s get you home, i think you’ve drank enough.” it was your best friends voice -the boy whose been by your side for as long as you can remember. through the good and the bad-, his cold hands resting on your back to keep you steady.

“ don’t wanna rafe, you’re ruining my fun.” you rolled your eyes, voice slurring, feeling the warmth of the alcohol through your blood.

he scoffed shaking his head, slight smile pulling at his lips. “alright, i’m gonna run to the bathroom real quick. and no more drinks for you little lady.”

before he headed up the stairs, you heard him say to topper, “stay with her, and make sure no one touches her.”

you smile as topper approaches you, “wanna dance?” you giggle.

“yeah in your dreams sweetheart, rafe would kill me.”

you pout and walk up to the closest guy you can find. “do youuuu wanna dance stranger?” you hiccup as he smiles.

the guy laughs and whispers, “we can do more than that bab-“

but before he can finish his sentence, a fist lunges towards his face. “stay the fuck away from her” it’s rafe, you should’ve known he’d go crazy, but in your drunken state, you didn’t care about anything.

you stare trying to pull him away. the guy now holding his nose, blood pouring out. “what the fuck man? she came up to me first asshole.”

rafe says nothing, turning away and grabbing your hand. “we’re leaving, lets go.”

you follow him out, because what else can you do now? you’ve just caused a whole scene.

“what the fffuck rafe? you can’t just go around punching people.” you scold him as he carries you to the passenger seat, buckling you in, your head lolling to rest on the window. “that’s not nice.”

he slams your door shut and a second later climbs into the driver’s seat.

“you ruined my night, you’re mean.” you moan out as he starts driving.

“he could’ve done some shit to you, were you not thinking?” he turns to look at you staring out the window.

drunk and emotional, tears start to well up in your eyes, and you cover your face.

“fuck i’m sorry don’t cry, i just- i don’t want you getting hurt, you’re the only thing i have.” he sighs out rubbing his forehead with one hand.

you stare up at him, peeking through your elbows, the tears making you sober up a bit.

“what are you looking at me like that for, i don’t know how else to apologize.” he sighs once again, the look on your face making his heart go weak.

from every moment you can remember knowing him, you’ve always liked him, everyone who knew just called it a little crush. but it was more than that and rafe was oblivious.

“mmmmmm, kiss me.” you hummed out, a new boldness you’ve never had.

he laughs, straight up laughs in your face. “you don’t even know what your saying, you’re going to regret this in the morning.” he shakes his head pulling up to your house.

“it’s always been you rafe, kiss me.” you stare up at him, those bambi innocent eyes that had him forever weak.

“fuck.” he groans shaking his head, hand reaching towards the door handle.

but then lips smash against yours, a passionate needy kiss that has you frozen for a second. but then you kiss him back, with as much need and passion that he gives. he grips your face in both of his hands, kissing you like it’s the last time. hands go everywhere, in your hair, on your back, shoulders, waist.

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the minute he walked in the room you could tell something was off. He looked tense, as he sat down on your bed, not saying a word.

you hesitated, but broke the silence by asking, “what’s wrong rafe?”

he was with barry, and you knew it had something to do with the drug shit he always got himself into, but you didn’t want to push your limits by asking.

he looked up at you finally, shaking his head. “just stressed, s’nothing your pretty head needs to worry about.”

you crawled out of the comfort of your sheets and sat behind your boyfriend, kneeding the muscle of his shoulders. “let me help you.” you whispered, peppering kisses down the collar of his throat.

your words made all his blood go straight to his cock. He groaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

“get on your knees baby.” he rasped, eyes darkening and lust blown.

you positioned yourself on the floor infront of him, undoing his pants and pulling them off, followed by his boxers.

his head already filled with pre-cum, as you wrap your hands around his cock pumping it.

he hisses through his teeth, eyes trained on you as he releases a low growl of pleasure. “fuck baby, need to be in your mouth, wanna fuck your face, empty every last bit of cum into your mouth.”

you rub your legs together at that, grinding onto nothing as his words have you soaking through your panties.

you take him in slowly, tongue laid flat, sucking just the tip.

he whines, voice raw and approving and that sounds only brings you to grind harder

you still as he takes matters into his own hands, wrapping your hair around his hand as he guides your head down. your nose tickles his pubic bone, pushing himself as far into your throat as he can.

“fuck princess, my perfect fucking girl, ‘m buldging outta your throat. you feel that baby?” His voice is husked thrusting himself in and out your throat.

you gag around him and he pulls out, just so you can get a breath in, only to thrust right back in, as far as he can.

“shittt, needed this baby needed you. you’re everything you’re all fucking mine.” he rasps out, looking down at you with all the admiration in the world. His pupils nearly taking over the blue in his eyes.

“gonna cum, gonna stuff my seed so far down your throat baby fuck.” His thrusts get faster now. Saliva is drooling down the sides of your mouth as you take him, letting him have his way with you.

his thrusts grow lazy and he whines out a “fuck yes, take it princess.” as he finishes inside your mouth, the subtle salty taste making you moan.