bf!rafe x brattygf!reader (reader’s thoughts are pink, while rafe’s thoughts are blue!)
warnings: reader making rafe jealoussss, explicit language, sexual innuendos | masterlist
“Can you at least try to hit the ball?”, he complained.
“I am trying, Rafe!!”, you whined. Golf was much harder than you anticipated it to be - it went further than just wearing short skirts and driving around in a cart all day. Not to mention the people around you on the driving range, who all seemed to be pros compared to you.
You tried once more, hitting it, but only a few feet in front of you.
You heard him behind you, struggling to hide his laugh, and finally snapped, “Rafe don't laugh at me that’s not fair. You’ve been playing your whole life - I just started today and you promised to teach me and all you’re doing is laughing at me.”
He grinned, and you knew what he was thinking - she’s so cute when she’s pissed.
“Oh shut up, Rafe,” you scoffed.
“Didn’t say a word,” he raised his hands in defense.
“Have fun playing alone!”, you sarcastically smiled, shoving your club into your golf bag and spinning on your heels to walk back to the country club.
“Seriously? C’mon princess I was laughing because you’re so cute!”
“Right, cause that’s a normal reaction to seeing something cute - laughing at it,” you argued
He groaned, “You’re giving up before we even got off the driving range. After you didn’t respond, he made one last attempt to get you to stay, “I’ll buy you a drink at the halfway house?”
“I can buy my own drink, thanks Rafe,” you yelled back, before finally leaving him.
Ugh, this was such a waste of a good outfit.
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“How’re you and the kook princess?”, Kelce nudged Rafe, making eyes at Topper. It was a regular Saturday for them, all golfing before the usual Saturday night party.
“Yeah, she still likes you?”, Topper snickered.
Rafe’s eyes narrowed - since when have they been interested in hearing about his relationship with you aside from what you were like in bed?
“Yeah,” he nodded with suspicion, “why?”
Kelce squeezed Rafe’s shoulder, barely able to get out the sentence: “Cause your girl is on some golf instructor's dick right now.”
They both fell into fits of laughter as Rafe seethed. He didn’t expect to see you there, in your short white skirt that barely reached your tanned thighs, and your tight shirt that left little to the imagination, bent over the golf club with some random dude behind you, angling your hips in the right direction.
“Didn’t know she took golf so seriously, I thought you said that she sucked at it?”, Topper joked, still snickering at the situation.
“Shut up,” Rafe yelled, pushing Topper away and making his way toward you.
The closer he got, the angrier he grew: you were genuinely smiling and laughing - your swing was even better than it was before.
When on one swing, you hit it especially far, you jumped up and down, clearly excited.
You went for another swing, but just as the club came up, Rafe grabbed it, stopping you from swinging and ripping the club from your grip.
“Rafe!“, you yelled, pulling your big sunglasses off to look at him.
“Hey bud… next time you go around flirting with other guys' girlfriends, especially mine, you might wanna make sure their boyfriends aren’t here to see it.”
“Sir- I wasn’t-”
Rafe held him by the collar of his polo, “You really want to be lying to me, uh,” he paused, eying his name tag, “Jack?”
“Rafe! Stop, seriously,” you pleaded.
“Sir, I really would never-”, Jack pleaded, cut off by the harsh punch Rafe landed on his face.
“Jack,” he still held him by the collar, “here’s one thing y’gotta know about me. I’m- I’m a proactive type of person, alright?”
Jack fearfully looked to you for help, but that only made Rafe angrier.
“What, you need fuckin grammatical help from her? Ya don’t know what proactive fuckin means?” he groaned, “gotta teach everything to you pogues.”
“It means,” he gripped Jack’s collar tighter, “that before you make a move on my girlfriend, that I stop you before you get to do it.”
“I didn’t make a move on her man,” Jack choked out.
Rafe only responded with another punch to Jack’s face, knocking him onto the ground.
Jack writhed, complaining of the pain.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”, you pushed at Rafe’s chest.
“Rafe, you really hurt him!”, you bent down to inspect the gash Rafe’s ring made near Jack’s eyebrow before he could drag you away.
“You’re hurting my arm, Rafe,” you whined as he pulled you along with him.
“Then walk faster,” he replied.
You let him take you to the parking lot but refused to get in the car with him.
“Would you just get in the car? I’m so sick of the dramatics with you!”, he yelled.
“Fuck you, Rafe.”
“How would you feel if I was all over some girl? Especially at a place like this - you know how bad that makes me look?”
“You just publicly knocked a guy out and you’re blaming me for making you look bad? You’re acting like he had me on all fours out there - he was teaching me golf!”
He paused, trying his best to not lose it on you. “Would you please, baby, just get in the car? I’ll get you a coffee or whatever and we’ll… we’ll figure it out, alright?”
“No. I don’t have anything to figure out. I’m calling an Uber.”
He opened his mouth to plead more but was immediately shut up by the stern look on your face. You walked away, busying yourself by texting your friends about the situation until your Uber arrived.
Do you want me to follow your Uber home to make sure you’re safe?
I’m really sorry sweetheart
You ignored his texts for a bit, deciding you were gonna ignore him. At least until tonight. He needed time to think.
I’m following your Uber home so don’t be scared of the driver
“So dramatic…”, you audibly sighed.
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“So he just punched the instructor just because he was teaching you golf?”
You nodded in response as you stepped into the party, the immediate smell of liquor and weed overwhelming your nose.
“That’s a little excessive,” your friend, Christa, responded.
“Tell me about it,” you laughed, making your way over to the drinks, where Topper, who was hosting the party, stood, flirting with some blonde girl.
“Ah the princess is here!!”, Topper slurred, a little wasted.
“We gotta get you some water, huh?”, you laughed, grabbing a white claw.
“Look,” you felt his hot breath on your neck, “Rafe feels bad, don’t be mad at him. Kelce and I were the ones who pointed it out to him, we didn’t think that it’d end up that bad.”
You shook your head, “Keep your nose out of our business, Top.”
He blinked, “jus’tryna help.”
Christa pulled you away for a song, and you two busied yourselves dancing for a bit. The person in charge of the AUX changed, and you and Christa grumbled, taking a break out on the deck.
Rafe, of course, was settled there in the corner, surrounded by a group of guys. You gave him a shy smile - yes, you were still mad at him, but you at least wanted to be cordial.
He blushed back, quickly getting up and making his way towards you, “Can we talk?”
You hummed and took his hand to pull him somewhere more private. He followed you upstairs, to the room furthest from the stairway, even stepping out onto the balcony so that neither of you would be interrupted.
You sat down, and he uncomfortably sat beside you - he was used to you sitting on his lap, in all honesty.
You looked down at your palms, suddenly nervous, but began nonetheless.
“The whole reason I was trying to learn golf was so that I could be with you doing something that I know you love. I don’t know… I figured it would be fun, you teaching me how to play.”
You looked up, and he nodded at you to continue. “So I went golfing with you. I was so excited - I picked out this really cute outfit with this juicy couture skirt and, and you just, shut me down.”
“I was really trying to learn, Rafe. I don’t do sports like that. I can do like… tennis and Pilates, but I’ve never done golf. And you laughed at me. And when I got upset, you didn’t apologize, you just laughed a little more and tried to bribe me with a drink.”
“I figured you didn’t want to hang out unless I was good at what I was doing. So I booked golf lessons. That was my second session, and I genuinely saw progress and was so excited to finally be able to play with you and show you how good I got. And instead, you just walked over and beat up the guy.”
“He was all over you,” he tried to reason.
You rolled your eyes, “do you not get it? I was trying to learn something for you because I love you and I want to have fun doing the things you love to do with you. The whole reason I did any of that was for you. The whole time that guy was teaching me all I was thinking was why couldn’t you teach me? And you probably could’ve, but instead, you chose to be jealous and mean.”
He stared at the beer in his hands, ashamed.
“I’m, I’m real sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know that. I didn’t know any of that.”
“And then I got pissed that we were even fighting over something this stupid. And that some guy had to get knocked out because of it.”
The two of you were silent for a moment, listening to the buzz of the party below you.
“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at you, and I shouldn’t have beat up that kid and I shouldn’t have grabbed your hand so hard pulling you away.”
You snuggled closer to him, his big arms wrapping around you and pulling you onto his lap.
“I’m sorry I always screw up…” he admitted.
“We all screw up,” you reasoned, “just not to the degree that you do.”
He put his head down, “I’m teasing you!!”
“No, you’re right,” he held onto you tighter, “I’m just lucky to have someone as forgiving as you.”
“You know what else you’re lucky to have?”
“What?”
“A girlfriend who still has a lot more to learn golf-wise and a ton of new outfits to wear golfing with you.”
He chuckled, pulling you in by your chin to kiss you. “Missed you,” he confessed against your lips.
“It’s been like… 5 hours,” you said in between kisses.
“5 long hours,” he corrected.
“You know what else is long and can go for 5 hours?”
He broke out in a laugh, “I just apologized for being a dick two seconds ago and you’re already horny?”
“I’ve been since I saw you beat up Jack at the driving range.”
“Me beating a guy up gets you all riled up?”, he teased, squeezing your ass.
“Mhmmm,” you hummed, kissing him and letting him carry you into the bedroom. You paused, pushing his chest back, “Y’know what else you’re lucky to have?”
“Hmmm?”, he kissed along your neck, waiting for your response.
“A girlfriend who gets turned on by everything you do.”
“Amen to that.”
“That was so hot when you followed me in the Uber”, you admitted, only because you were tipsy and missed him too.
He laughed against your chest, “I love you so much.”
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you’d been so fucking hyper today. rafe was stressed, he had a billion and two things on his mind — head reeling about business or his dad or his sisters or whatever bullshit decided to fly his way— and you had the audacity to be clinging onto his arm, barely dragging your little kitten heels to walk, mouth running constantly like an engine. he didn’t like being cruel to you, mainly because he wanted you to stay — but you were pushing it. if he clenched his jaw any harder he fears it might break.
come evening, he’s holding your hips down to the bed and rocking your shit. hard. you forget how huge he is most days when you’re beside him because you’re so used to it — it’s only when you’re under him and he’s covering you like a blanket, trapping you to the mattress that you appreciate it to its full extent. he pants, squinting at you as he holds himself up with one arm, stilling for a moment to talk. “this all it takes to calm you down? some dick? jesus christ…” you’re fucked out by this point, only meeting his glare with a gooey love struck expression and a fluttering cunt.
you swear he shakes his head as he continues the rhythm of the plap plap plap. “nothing to say now. that right?” his breath is warm and comforting on your skin, you don’t care about much else. “gotta do all the thinkin’ for the both of us don’t i?” it comes out more of a statement than a question, his rough hands jiggling at the fat of your hip.
“f-fuck…me…” you try, but it’s whiny and broken and unsure like you’ve never spoken before. he ticks his jaw, yanking you closer by the waist to get a better angle, his lips pursed and irritated.
“yeah, yeah. s’all you know isn’t it. fuck me.” he scoffs, pushing your knees up and getting back into his rhythm, beating away at your cervix. you mewl and clamp down hard. “that’s it, that’s the stuff.” he purs in that cruel nasally voice of his that only people with money can imitate.
“i don’t even wanna pull out, today.” he shrugs at you, still putting on a show despite being damn near breathless. his mouth turns downward when he shrugs in that careless way and you feel fat tears at the corner of each eye. maybe it’s because he’s mean, but you know primarily it’s because it feels so good. “i don’t think you deserve that respect right now. ‘cos where was that respect for me today, sweetheart? maybe it’ll put you in your fuckin’ place, finally.” he grits his teeth and speeds up. jesus, what a psycho.
“please.” you squeak.
“‘please’ as in do it or ‘please’ as in don’t. doesn’t matter what you want, but i’m curious.” his mouth gapes a little when he waits for your answer. he’s still cute in that boyish way even when he talks to you like this. red in the cheeks, curtained hair sticking to his forehead unevenly.
“i don’t know!” you cry out, going to cover your face or wipe your tears, whatever one comes first. he bats your hands away carelessly and leans forward again over you, pinning you down with his body weight and cantering his hips to grind into you.
“course you don’t.” he whispers, and he stops being mean after that. maybe he actually felt bad, or maybe your pussy’s just that good — wiping out his attitude completely.
rafe cameron x a vintage loving gal is such a funny thought…
“Rafe!! Look what I found.”
His head shoots up from his phone to see you smiling proudly as you hold up a light pink silk dress.
“Nice. What is it?”, he asked, not quite matching your energy.
“Why aren’t you excited?! It’s a vintage Dior dress - ugh look at the stitching it’s perfect.”
“There’s a stain there,” he points out.
You sigh, “I know Rafe that’s why I’m hemming it to be shorter so the stain will be cut off.”
“Why don’t you just let me buy a new dress?”
“Rafe,” you threw the dress over your arm, heavy with the other items you found, “this is part of the whole experience. You dig for hours and find a couple of cool things that most places don’t sell anymore. You gotta put some work into it, but it’s so fun!”
“So you’re telling me Dior doesn’t just sell a dress that sort of looks like this?”
“Not at this price or in this style,” you gush, still excited.
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Despite your last experience, you managed to convince Rafe to spend yet another day with you thrifting.
“Why do these places always smell like basement?”
You held in a laugh. “Start digging,” you instructed him as you flipped through the rack of tank tops.
He gave it a try, surprised by how addictive it got - maybe the next shirt will be better than this one, and the next, and the next.
“Who would donate a brand new Ralph Lauren polo with tags on?”, he asked, holding the shirt in one hand as he browsed the rack with another.
“A kook,” you smirked.
The two of you went silent, caught in your digging until you found your craziest find yet.
“Rafe, come here. Right. Now.”
You held up a blue and yellow jersey, laughing as you looked at it. You turned the shirt around so he could see the name on the back: “CAMERON”, with a giant “9” under it.
“Look how tiny you were, awwww!”, you held it up to him, his chest now too broad and shoulders too big to fit into it. “You never told me you played high school basketball.”
He huffed, “How’d that get here?”
You shook your head, “Ward or Rose, probably. We gotta buy it back though.”
“Why?”
“You want anyone other than me wearing your jersey?”
His jaw clenched at the thought. “C’mon, I’ll find something to do with it so it’s not sitting in your basement - I’ll make it worth your money.
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A couple of weeks later, when you were sure Rafe had forgotten about the purchase, you decided it was time to show him the final project.
You pulled the white shorts on to match your thin white baby tee and knee high socks, and took out your hair rollers, adding lip gloss and a spritz of perfume to complete the look.
Rafe sat in front of the TV, watching some golf tournament, until you strut before him, “Do you like my outfit?”
“Yeah, I always do baby,” he complimented, though he was clearly confused at the plain white shirt, mini shorts, and high socks combo.
He was confused until you turned around, showing him the “CAMERON” letters you cut from the jersey and stitched onto the shorts.
His jaw dropped, and a flush went over his cheeks.
“Do you like them?”, you asked smiling at his reaction.
“Oh my god, baby. You’ve gotta wear those out,” he stared. “Turn around again,” he commanded.
And you, of course, listened, spinning to show him once again.
“Aren’t they cool?”, you grinned, proud of yourself for the project.
He chased your glossy lips for a kiss, “You look so hot with my name on your ass.”
“Too bad it’s not my legal last name…”, you teased, making him bite his cheek.
“Soon… but for now I want you to sit on my lap and face that way,” he pointed at the TV, “I wanna admire the stitching.”
“Mhmmm - the stitching,” you smirked, still following his directions.
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anon’s submission: bratty!reader and bf!rafe like messing around, maybe in public somewhere, and maybe he’s fingering you at the golf course or something and you’re moaning like pretty loud for being in public right so imagine you guys drive home and he starts making fun of your moans and everything like imitating you so you smack his chest and are like shut your ass up but he’s relentless so you’re like “ok fine” and then the next time you guys get into it you’re like totally silent and he’s like wtf and then tries his hardest to make you moan loudly and gets all cocky when you do !!!
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warning: adult content, mdni : fingering, breeding kink, just a lot of smut
You normally couldn’t keep your hands off of Rafe - but something about tonight was different. Whether it was his freshly buzzed hair, his smirk when he looked at you, how tightly his shirt fit on his arms, or how good he looked when he was selling, you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you needed your hands on him - whether that fucked with his “clientele” or not.
Leaving your friends behind, you made your way over to Rafe, where he sat on the upper deck with his friends and a few customers. With nowhere for you to sit, he tapped his thigh, grinning as you were quick to listen.
“You good?”, he quietly asked, adjusting your skirt that rode up when you sat down, worried as to why you were sitting with him, as he normally told you to stay away from his “dangerous” line of work.
You hummed, kissing his lips over and over again until he pulled away to continue the conversation. You frowned, playing with the collar of his shirt instead. He kept an arm tight around your waist, his fingers drawing light circles up and down your back.
His lack of attention drove you crazy. How could he hold a conversation when you could hardly resist him?
You played into the act more: letting your skirt ride up again, pursing your lips into a permanent pout, flipping your hair over your shoulder to reveal more of your neckline.
All of which seemed to fall unnoticed. That is until you nuzzled closer to his ear, leaving wet kisses down his jawline, whispering a shy “need you, daddy,” into his ear.
His grip around your waist tightened. “We uhhh… we’ll be right back, man” he told his customer, who was already high off of his mind and pissed off as is. You shot up off of his lap, blushing as you eagerly tugged his hand away with you.
Leaving the laughs and whoops of his friends, he focused on getting you somewhere private - his bedroom, which was just a few doors down.
Unlocking the bedroom door (which you made him start locking because you were oh-so-worried about somebody from the party coming into his room and stealing your clothes), he pushed you in, following closely behind you.
You laid back on the bed, ready for whatever amount of rounds he could give you.
“Get those panties off, baby, we gotta make this quick,” he groaned, kissing down your neck.
“Quick?” you whined in protest, still obeying nonetheless.
“Mhmmm,” he helped you tug the flimsy lace down, spreading your legs open to him, “gotta get back to selling.”
Your brows furrowed, but he was quick to shut you up, sticking his fingers down your throat to wet them, letting you gag on them.
The second he removed them, you were back to yapping: “Need you so bad, Rafe, please just needed to…”
He shut you up again, stuffing two thick fingers into your wetness, loving the sounds you made.
“Just needed to distract me from making us money? Huh? All cause you’re just greedy for me?”, he degraded, only making you clench harder around his fingers.
Moving his thumb to your clit, he rubbed gentle circles, loving the way your body twitched in response.
“Rafe… Rafeeee,” you repeated over and over like it was the only word you knew.
“Tell ‘em, baby. Who’s makin' you feel this good, huh?”, he egged you on, thrusting his fingers harder and kissing down your neckline.
“Rafe!”, you squealed at how hard he went, legs attempting to squeeze shut but stopped by his broad frame that laid on top of you.
“Mhmmm,” he smirked, “let ‘em know,” throwing your legs over his shoulder to taste you.
He alternated between humming and sucking on your clit, all while he remained thrusting his fingers in and out of you. You were a mess: body twitching, legs shaking while you repeated his name as if it were a prayer.
You knew what he was doing: R A F E, he spelled out into you, his tongue swiping each letter as if he were writing on your clit. His blue eyes were trained on yours, hazy, enjoying the taste of you, how lost you became under him.
You finished with a shout of his name, your legs locking around his head, him never giving up, continuing to lick and suck, just “cleaning up” as he told you.
Once your breathing was somewhat regular, he quickly pulled your panties back up, your skirt back into place, and your top back on.
“Nooooo,” you protested, tugging on his arm. “Don’t go, Rafe.”
“I gotta work, baby,” he frowned. He’d love to stay here with you, go round after round, but someone had to bring in the cash.
“Rafe, I know you don’t want to go…” you smirked, palming him through his trousers, his dick rock hard.
He groaned at the feeling but pushed your hand away. “I gave you what you wanted, okay? Don’t be complaining to me. Someone’s gotta fund your shopping addiction,” he grinned, giving you one last sloppy kiss on the lips before he left, closing the door behind him.
You laid on the California king for a bit before you made your way into the shower to wash away the desire. Slipping a fresh pair of panties and one of Rafe’s T-shirts on, you brushed the knots out of your hair.
“Rafeeee,” you hummed when you saw him enter the bathroom in the mirror's reflection, his shirt off as he prepared to get in the shower.
“You’re gonna wear it out.”
Your brows furrowed, looking down at the t-shirt you wore, “I’m not going out?”
“No,” he laughed, “my name, you’re gonna wear it out.”
Your brows stayed in a furrow until he explained again: “Rafeeeee, oh Rafeeee. Right there Rafeee,” he mocked, mimicking your facial expressions and breath pattern the best he could.
“Oh shut up. You’re acting like you don’t make noise in bed.”
“Oh I make noise… you’re just so loud when you yell my name nobody can even hear my noises.”
You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his arms that tried to wrap around your waist away. “I’m not loud.”
He smirked, “Really, you’re not? So why is it that the guys were all just out there asking me how to get their girls to scream like mine does?”
Your face flushed red in response, pushing his chest away as he tried to kiss you.
“Awww c’mon it’s cute - I like that you’re loud it means I’m doing a good job”, he attempted to comfort you but failed as you walked away, going to bed.
“I’m not loud,” you complained, hearing his “whatever you say sweetheart” from the bathroom.
The next morning, you woke up to Rafe’s arms pulling you flush against him - his hands on your hips, his crotch grinding up onto you.
“Babyyyy,” he groaned, leaving kisses down your back.
You hummed in response: you’d give him what he wanted but at a price.
Laying flat on your stomach, you arched your back up to him, letting him drift his fingers over your core.
“So pretty,” he complimented, assuming your silence was due to you not being fully awake yet.
Once you were wet enough, he pushed your panties to the side and slid in, groaning at the tightness.
He stayed still for a moment, flipping up the back of your shirt to leave wet kisses up your back to your ears, whispering “You okay?”
You hummed in response, dropping your head back down to the mattress, thinking about everything that doesn’t turn you on: death, your parents, war, an ugly pair of shoes.
His brows furrowed in both confusion and worry. He wet a finger in his mouth and placed it against your clit, that’ll do it, he thought. But it changed nothing, you were still there, lifeless, silent, just accepting what he gave you. You seemed bored, almost.
He winced at your tightness, staying inside you as he pulled your head up against his shoulder: “You feelin' alright, baby?”. He felt your forehead, checked your pulse - this wasn’t like you to be so… silent.
Silence. That’s what it was. You were being silent.
Running his tongue past his teeth, he spoke, “I know what you’re doing.”
“Hmmmm?”, you hummed in fake confusion.
He started moving again, with slow, deep strokes, making sure you could feel every vein, feel his tip hitting that spongy spot deep inside of you. “Givin’ me the silent treatment.”
“M’not,” you shakily breathed out, trying your best to hold your composure, though it was hard to ignore how deep he was inside of you. “You’re just not doing it right.”
He chuckled, “Oh I’m not doing it right?”
You shook your head, “Nope, but hey, as long as you’re having fun.”
“Oh shut up,” he groaned, flipping you over, lifting your legs. He positioned you into a mating press, going slow enough to make sure you felt his dick hit the deepest spots in you.
You pursed your lips, keeping up the fight despite it nearly killing you. He felt so good, his dick never hitting this deep in you before.
It just felt wrong: his pants and the thwap thwap sounds of your pussy suctioning around his length, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust, all without the noise or your heavy breathing and whines for him.
“I get the message now. I’m an ass, I shouldn’t have teased you,” he apologized.
You persisted, biting your lip at how good he was making you feel. He nodded at you, give in, but you shook your head defiantly, despite it hurting how much you were holding back.
He sighed, you were too stubborn for your own good.
Adding his thumb to your clit, he smirked, continuing to slowly thrust his cock in and out of you, your pussy squelching: thwap, thwap, thwap.
“You may be trying to lie, but I know how you feel. Your pussy tells the truth: she’s squeezing me so tight, doesn’t want me to ever leave.”
You kept up the act, separating the feeling from your facial expressions the best you could.
He frowned at you - it felt wrong to be fucking you when you were acting like this, acting like you didn’t want it: “What do ya want, baby? Hmmm?”
You stared at him, pouting with those lips he wanted to kiss forever.
“You can tell me… acts up. You want new shoes? A dress?”, you remained lifeless at his list of things, “C’mon you know I’ll give you anything you want, just say it and it’s done.”
He froze, about to give up, pull out, and jerk off alone in the cold shower until he heard you let out a breathy word: “A baby”
His eyes glossed over, “a baby?”, to which you eagerly nodded.
“It’s a baby you want?”, he repeated, his southern accent slipping out a bit.
“Please, Rafe, it’s all I want…”, you pulled him closer to you, his dick still deep inside of you.
“I’m gonna give you want you want… okay?”, he cooed, beginning to thrust in and out of you again, his cock harder than before at the moans you were finally releasing.
His mouth opened, matching the sounds you were making.
“Never do that shit again, baby, scared me to death.”
You moaned his name particularly loudly when he hit extra deep, his hands pushing your legs as far back as they could go.
“You want me to breed you, huh baby? Fill you up? Give you a little Cameron baby?”, he fantasized, his hand possessively holding your stomach, feeling how deep he was.
“Wanna be a mommy,” you pleaded, holding onto his thick biceps as he slammed in and out of you, desperate to fill you up.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned at your words. There was nothing hotter than the image of you swollen with his seed.
You were close behind him, whimpering his name over and over again.
Feeling you clench so tightly around him, like your pussy was begging him to never leave, the two of you finished, your pussy milking everything out of him.
He didn’t give up once you both came, still thrusting slowly in and out of you.
“Rafe,” you breathily whimpered, “S’too sensitive.”
He grinned, “I’m makin’ sure you take every last drop.”
You laughed at him, “We can try multiple times, Rafe. It’s not a one-and-done thing, y’know?”
He ignored your statement, your whimpers, and whines of sensitivity, and continued his small thrusts, lost staring at the milky white ring of arousal you left at the base of his cock.
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warning: smut content ahead!! innocence kink and mutual pining. cheating on bf.
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As she packed her suitcase with day dresses, dinner dresses, denim, and loungewear (his sweatshirt, of course), her friends babbled on about the trip Y/N was going on with her boyfriend, Jackson.
“Seriously Y/N, this is a really big deal. Guys don’t just take their girlfriends on vacation with no secret intentions,” Annika, her best friend reasoned.
Folding dresses and tossing them by her bag, another friend, Emily spoke, “I mean c’mon, the two of you… alone on a trip… on the beach… with a beautiful Cape Cod house all to yourselves? Wouldn’t be surprised if he brought you along just to christen the house and give you a taste of what married life would be like with him.”
Scoffing, Y/N stuffed sandals into her bag, “Em, he’s not like that. I’m sure he just… wants to show me where he grew up. He talks about it all of the time, and it’s where he spends all of his summers, so I’ll finally get to see him y’know, in his element.”
Emily rolled her eyes, retorting, “Yeah, he definitely wants you in his element. He might even want in your element.”
Y/N and Annika laughed, Y/N squealing in response, “Seriously, stop. And so what if he does- I’ve made him wait long enough.”
“He’s a keeper if he’s waited this long without complaint. I wouldn’t even wait a year for a guy’s dick,” Annika reasoned.
Sensing her discomfort on the topic, the girls pushed her further.
“Aren’t you like nervous to fuck him?”, Emily questioned.
“I mean, you’re a virgin, and respectfully, looking like that, Jackson clearly isn’t.”
“I mean of course he’s gonna be experienced, but I just hope he knows how to handle a virgin.”
Annika, startled by her silence, peered over at Y/N and practically read her mind.
“Wait… he knows you’re a virgin, right??”
Shaking her head no, she dropped her head in embarrassment.
“Hold on, you’re going on vacation with your boyfriend of one year and he still doesn’t know you’re a virgin?!” Emily yelped.
Running her fingers through her hair in distress, she answered, “I mean, I figured I’d wait to tell him. He knows I’m waiting to have sex with him, I just told him that I make every guy wait at least a year to make sure they want me for me.”
Putting her hands to her face, Annika groaned, “Y/N, you are so fucking stupid.”
“What?”
“He knows you’ve dated guys longer than you’ve dated him, so that sounds like you’ve fucked them after waiting one year,” Emily deadpanned, “He thinks you’ve had sex before you dumbass.”
Y/N covered her mouth, in shock, failing to suppress the laughter that erupted from her.
“Oh shit.”
The three girls fell into a fit of laughter, but that didn’t fix Y/N’s conundrum: her boyfriend of a year, is taking her on vacation, and going to have sex with her thinking that she is experienced only to be met with an awkward and nervous virgin.
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Of course, the girls were planning to go to the boneyard before they found out about this issue, but now Y/N wanted to go even more, craving the forgetfulness a blackout could provide her.
Hooking her arms around Annika’s, the two chugged a beer, Y/N’s to drown the anxiety, Annika’s to have fun.
As Y/N was about to turn and walk to the keg for a refill, a strong arm pulled her back.
“Just take mine, sweetheart, don’t trust Maybank with mixin’ you a drink,” Rafe said, pushing his drink into her hand.
Y/N grew up alongside the Cameron family, so she knew everything about Rafe, including when he was tipsy. When he drank his southern accent grew stronger and stronger the more sips he took.
Grabbing a beer from a nearby cooler, he quickly returned. Cracking open the cap and sipping his beer, he eyed her over the brim of his cup. “Damn, what’s her problem?”, he nodded his head towards Y/N’s (and his) friend group in question.
Annika easily covered up the real reason Y/N was drinking so much, “She’s going on a big trip with Jackson tomorrow, she wants to leave the OBX on a high note,” she stated, throwing an arm around Emily’s shoulder.
Obviously drunk, Emily was quick to correct, “Nah, she’s getting sloshed because her boyfriend wants to fuck her and thinks she’s experienced but guess what, she’s a virgin!!”, she slurred, shouting in emphasis on the last part.
Before she could say anymore, Annika slapped the drink out of Emily’s hand onto the sand, diverting her from embarrassing Y/N any further.
The group still fell into a fit of laughter and howls, leaving her embarrassed. Just like she knew Rafe, he knew her and could tell when she wanted to leave. Asking no questions, he clasped her hand and tugged her away from the group with him, beginning the familiar walk to his house.
Easing his hand out of hers, he stuck one hand into his pocket, the other holding his beer.
Giving her a moment to think, he broke the silence in question, “Do y’wanna talk about it?”
Unleashing a heavy sigh, she yanked the beer bottle out of his hand, took a sip, and pushed it back to him. As he laughed, the girl sighed deeply and began.
“You know Jackson, right?”
He grinned, “Jackson, your asshole of a boyfriend for about a year? Yeah, I know him.”
Pushing his shoulder in annoyance, she continued, “We’ll, he invited me on this trip to the Cape, ‘cause that’s where he is originally from. And he’s been so excited about this trip,”
He nodded at her to proceed.
“He’s been so excited. He says it’s gonna be romantic and it’ll just be me and him.”
“So what’s the issue?” he smirked, knowing what the issue was, just desperate to hear her say it.
She sighed, “He… ummm. I guess I accidentally implied that I’ve had sex before, but I haven’t. And he’s had sex before like… a lot, I mean he’s told me before and I’m just worried that-“
“Why the fuck would he tell you he’s had a lot of sex?”, he said, narrowing his blue eyes.
“I don’t know but now he thinks I know what I’m doing when I don’t and he thinks it’s gonna be great but I know I’m gonna be so awkward,” she nervously rambled.
Holding the gate into Tannyhill’s yard open for her, he reiterated, “Why would he tell you he’s had a lot of sex before?”
“Rafe, that’s not the point.”
“But wouldn’t that still make y’a nervous even if you were experienced?”, he questioned.
“Yeah, I guess,” she admitted as the two sat down before the fading firepit on the patio.
Biting her nails, she began again, “I just, I don’t know what to do. I want it to be perfect for him, cause he’s taking me on this nice vacation and I’ve made him wait a year and he deserves it. But it’s so embarrassing to admit that I’m a virgin when he thinks I’m not.”
“Why would he be upset if you’re a virgin?”, he rolled his eyes, not at Y/N but at the nerve of her asshole of a boyfriend.
“I don’t know, I guess he just wants to have good sex, and I’m worried that… that I won’t be able to give that to him.”
A light bulb went off in his head. “And would this situation be better if you weren’t a virgin?”
She quickly answered, too upset to catch the subtle smile that appeared on his face as he spoke, “Yeah, it would. I wouldn’t have to worry about it. I mean I’m like, sick to my stomach anxious about this trip when I should be excited about it. I should be excited about meeting him at his Cape Cod house and having sex with him but I’m dreading it.”
“You know, that’s an easy fix, right?”
Her brows only furrowed in response.
“I’ll teach you. You won’t be a virgin and you won’t be nervous to go on a trip with him or have sex with him anymore,” he leaned back in his chair.
“But… I’d be cheating on him.”
Leaning closer to her, he reasoned, “Yeah, but you’d be doing it both for him and you, just like you said. Okay?”
Blinking her doubts away, Y/N agreed, “Okay.”
Kneeling on her seat closer to him, she hesitated one last time as he went in to kiss her, “No feelings, right?”
Though he’d be lying to say there were no feelings involved, he was too mesmerized by her glossy pink lips and desperate eyes, so he lied anyways.
“Right.”
Leaning in to kiss her, he wrapped an arm under her thighs and dragged her closer to him to straddle his lap.
Kissing her soft, strawberry lip gloss-coated lips, he quickly became addicted to the taste. As he swiped his tongue against her bottom lip, he pushed into her mouth, finally tasting her as their tongues danced. Groaning into her mouth, he pulled her body closer to his, making her dress ride up her thighs.
Toying with the hem of her dress, he kissed her jaw, down to her neck, sucking on that sweet spot below her ear, which he learned made her whine a certain way that had her grinding on his crotch. Both desperate for each other, constant whines left her throat, while groans and reminders of “I know,” left his.
Pressing her down on his clothed cock as she continued to grind on him, the two separated to stare at each other as they breathed and whined in unison. Once Rafe saw her let out a particularly high-pitched whine that left her head falling back, he picked her up and made his way to the pool house for more privacy.
As he walked there, she sucked on his neck, returning the favor. While she kissed him, he locked the pool house’s bedroom door behind him and laid her down on the bed.
Breathing heavily and lost staring at each other, Rafe could almost cum at the sight of her. Her hair was draped messily around her face, some she had to fix because it was stuck to her sticky lip gloss. And oh those lips, he looked at them and was practically drooling.
Pushing her dress further up her thighs to reveal her cotton panties, he pressed on the wet spot below her clit, and groaned with her. The sight of her spread out for him, with her head falling back in pleasure, and long red acrylic nails on her fingers playing with the cross resting between her collarbones made the sinful act of assisting his childhood best friend in cheating on her boyfriend just that much more sinful.
“Rafe”, she whined, begging for him once he removed his thumb from her clit.
“You’re positive that you want this?”, he quietly asked, praying that she’d say yes because he could barely hold himself back.
Still holding onto her necklace, he wished it was his initial she was holding onto instead of a cross.
Nodding yes at him, she was met with an immediate nod of disapproval.
“No,” he shook his head, slightly laughing, “No sweetheart.” Stroking her hip bone with his thumb, he used his other hand to hold her face, “You’ve gotta use your words.”
Drunk on both him and the alcohol they shared earlier, she could barely speak.
“Please, Rafe. Please.”
As he pressed his thumb back to her clit, he kept her legs spread with his other hand. Softly moaning at his touch, he praised, “Good girl”, and when he was met with another whine, he continued, “Such a good girl.”
Groaning at the sight before him, he subconsciously thanked her boyfriend for being such a jackass that it was Rafe who got to take her virginity, rather than Jackson.
Keeping his veiny hand on her stomach to keep her in place, he slipped two fingers past her soaked panties and teased her folds.
Matching her facial expressions, he moaned with her. Keeping his fingers busy inside of her, he tapped on her stomach, instructing her to slip her dress off, revealing her white lace bra. The lace perfectly sculpted her already perky tits and made her that much more irresistible. As he thrust his fingers in and out of her, he began kissing from her breasts down to her stomach. Once he got to the top of her panties and kissed below them as he removed them, she got the hint of what he was doing.
Her long nails treading through his dirty blonde hair, she brought his attention back to her.
“Rafe, you really don’t have to-”
Returning his fingers into her, he responded once she could no longer talk.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m just showing you how he should get you nice and ready. You’ll be much more comfortable if you’re wet.”
Of course, he hoped that she’d never return to her shitty boyfriend after this experience with him. However, if she did, he knew he’d be setting her up for disappointment because her asshole of a boyfriend would never care to make her feel so comfortable or so good.
Still holding onto his hair, she tightened her grip as he thrust his fingers into her while tonguing her clit. As his long fingers worked their way further toward her spot, she could barely hold back the noises she was making.
“Rafe,” she moaned pornagraphically.
Eyes still on her face as he ate her out, he hummed in response, making her grip his hair even harder.
Sucking harshly on her clit, it wasn’t long before her thighs were closing around his face, and she came for him, creating a sight he wish he could have engraved in his brain.
Cleaning her cum off of her and sucking on his fingers as he moved up to kiss her red lips, she was already wet again.
Tasting herself on his lips, she groaned into his mouth and reached behind his shirt signaling him to remove it. Taking the hint, he slipped his t-shirt off, leading her to scratch her long nails down his abs down to the button of his pants.
Undoing the button and moving to her shaky knees, ready to suck him off, he was quick to stop her, though he knew he wanted it too.
“You don’t- you don’t have to, sweetheart, this is about you”, he reasoned gently.
She sighed, “But I want to. I wanna be able to suck Jackson off.”
Rafe’s mind was twisted by this. Yes, she just told him she wanted to suck his cock, a sight he’s been imagining in his bed and shower for years, but she also was still thinking about Jackson after he just ate her out and had her begging Rafe’s name.
Groaning in response, he asked, “What day do you leave to go visit him?”
Fixing her hair, she answered, “Tomorrow night.”
Pushing her down onto her back, he smirked “You can practice that tomorrow with me.”
Slipping out of his pants, he wrapped her legs around his hips and began making out with her.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, are you always this wet?”, he groaned as he toyed with her pretty pussy.
She didn’t answer, only showing her desperation by tugging on the waistband of his boxers.
Stepping out of his boxers, Y/N stared at his cock, thick and veiny with precum leaking from the tip.
While holding himself between her legs, ripping open a condom between his teeth, he caught her eyes and sweetly kissed her lips.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit”, he promised.
If he wasn’t close to cumming enough, he almost came right there when she reached her small hand down to his large one to help roll down his condom.
“You’re so good f’me”, he groaned.
Looping her arms around his neck and shoulders, she prepared for the pain all of her friends told her about.
Running the tip of his dick against her folds, he kissed around her face and neck, “Relax, you know I’ll take care of you, right?”
She stared up at him and pulled him down to kiss her lips. Holding himself up with his hand next to her head, he held the tip of his cock and rubbed it through her folds, turning her into a whining mess.
“Please Rafe, please”, she pleaded against his lips.
Smirking as he kissed her, he tapped his tip directly onto her clit, making her body squirm in response.
Finally placing himself at her entrance, he slowly pushed into her, groaning loudly at the tightness.
Though he was overwhelmed with her tightness and the way she gripped onto his shoulders for support, he stopped, allowing her to adjust to his size.
Beginning to whimper in pain with tears beginning to pool in her eyes, he calmed her, “I know, I know, sweetheart. You’re squeezing me so well, you know that? So fuckin tight.”
Reaching down to rub her clit, he smirked at the girl when her whimpers turned to whines of pleasure.
“Yeah, you like that, huh? Such a good girl, takin’ me so well.”
Kissing his lips in gratitude, she noted how he tasted like beer and mint gum, and also, like herself.
Pushing further into her, he made out with the whimpering mess below him and teased her clit to distract her.
Once his full length was inside of her, he had her panting at how full she felt.
“That’s it, baby”, he praised pressing his hand down on the bulge he created in her stomach, “Look how well you’re takin’ me, sweetheart. Your pretty little pussy is takin’ me so well.”
Getting worked up by his words, he grinned once she finally asked him to start moving.
Beginning to pull out of her, the two moaned in unison.
Setting a slow pace, he pressed down on the bulge of her stomach and rubbed her clit.
Panting, holding onto his wrist that was pressing her stomach, she begged.
“Faster, faster.”
Creating a perfect rhythm of his hips hitting hers and his fingers rubbing figure eights on her clit, his mouth watered when he saw her hips begin to thrust back into him.
Thrusting harder to make his balls hit her round ass, she moaned loudly. Reaching behind her to quickly unclip Y/N’s lace bra, he threw it across the room, pounding into her while sucking her nipples, turning her into a babbling mess, her head now thrashing back and forth and back arching.
“Yeah, you like that huh sweetheart? You like bein’ fucked like this?” Pulling up from her nipples, he sucked hickeys on her neck, leaving marks no concealer could ever cover.
Feeling that band inside of her begin to snap, she moaned, “Oh my God Rafe, gonna cum, gonna cum.”
Rubbing her clit harder, and somehow plowing into her at an even harsher and faster speed, he leaned back to watch the girl of his dreams fall apart for him.
“Yeah, you’re gonna cum for me huh?”, he asked, Y/N whining in response. “I know baby, I know, feel you clenching around me.”
Groaning at the sight of her, he was on his final straw too.
“Come for me baby, I’m right behind you. C’mon, make a mess all over me.”
Rubbing her clit, he worked her through her orgasm as he finally came with one final thrust inside of her.
Though his orgasm faded, he continued hers, staying still inside of her while rubbing her clit hard, making Y/N scream his name in response, clenching around him a second time.
“Gonna cum for me again, huh sweetheart? Let go f’me, you’re so close.”
As she thrashed and screamed while clenching around him a second time, she saw stars and only stars until she looked down to see Rafe proudly licking her clean, her flinching at the sensitivity.
“Didn’t know you were a squirter?”, he smirked at her, holding her legs tightly around him so that she couldn’t escape his tongue.
Breathing heavily, she pulled Rafe up and off of her, stopping to stare at him as he pulled the full condom off of his cock.
His calloused hand grabbed her face, tracing her cheekbone and coming down to her lips, where she kissed his thumb and began to suck on his finger as she, like a siren, gazed into his lost eyes.
“You’re so good for me, sweetheart. So, so good”, he whispered to her as she leaned her tired head into the palm of his warm hand.
Laying her back down on the bed to rest, he stepped away, and in the blink of an eye was back from the bathroom with a warm wet towel in his hand, along with water and Advil.
Feeling him spread her legs apart again, she whined, thinking he was going to make her cum a fourth time.
Seeing her squirm with the little strength she had left, he comforted, “Relax, I'm just cleaning you up.”
Rubbing the wet towel between her folds, she whimpered at the sensitivity, making him rock hard again. He groaned, “I know, I know it hurts.”
Pulling the towel away from her cunt and moving up to her body, he pulled her arms, which were covering her flustered, away from her body to grab her attention.
“Can y’a do something for me, doll?”
The way he was holding her in his arms, staring at her with glossed-over eyes as if she were the only girl for him, she nodded, knowing she’d do anything for him as long as he kept looking at her like that.
“I need you to drink this water, and take the Advil. If you feel sore now, just wait till tomorrow morning- you'll barely be able to walk,” he smirked, unable to hold back his ego.
Moving the hair out of her face, he moved to pull boxers on and let her slowly drink the water and swallow the pain medication.
“C’mere,” he called, pulling her close to him in comfort, and picking her up to bring her to the bathroom.
Setting her on the counter, he walked away and leaned on the door frame, “You know what to do, right?”
“Mhmmm,” she hummed, far too entranced to think any thoughts.
Closing the door behind him, he walked away to give her privacy, though he just saw her in the most intimate and compromising of positions.
After she peed, she stared at the reflection before her in the mirror.
She looked into the mirror, thinking do I look different? cause I don't feel different. i mean, yeah it was amazing, but i still feel like me.
She stared at her bitten and red bruised lips, Rafe never leaving her mind.
Fuck, she thought, I just lost my virginity to my best friend and cheated on my boyfriend. Why did I like it?
Washing her face with cold water, Y/N tried to knock some sense into herself.
Fuck, why did I like it?
Worried about her, Rafe lightly knocked on the door, “Everything ok?”
Turning off the faucet, she pats her face dry with a towel, “Yup, I'm good. Never better.”
Never better? Way to really boost his ego, Y/N.
Taking a moment before she left the bathroom, she heard his voice again.
“Do you wanna order food or somethin’? I'm sure you're exhausted but we gotta get some food in you if you want me to teach you more before your big trip.”
Opening the door, she walked out to check her phone, which was filled with missing calls and unopened texts from none other than Jackson.
“Fuck, um - sure, Rafe. Order whatever you want, I'm down for anything.”
Clicking his order at a late-night sushi place, where he knew her order like the back of his hand, he smirked at the thought of what tomorrow could prevail.
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hiiii! happy to be back. ive been struggling mentally, and having some health problems, but I did my best on this one because you guys deserve it. you all are the best and your messages and comments and any interaction really provides me so much happiness and strength. I hope you are all having a wonderful day or night or 4am read, and make sure you are getting enough sleep and drinking enough water- get a snack if you’d like to, too. appreciate you all more than you know it, Angel
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ok so I’m thinking of bratty!reader and bf!rafe like messing around, maybe in public somewhere, and maybe he’s fingering you at the golf course or something and you’re moaning like pretty loud for being in public right so imagine you guys drive home and he starts making fun of your moans and everything like imitating you so you smack his chest and are like shut your ass up but he’s relentless so you’re like “ok fine” and then the next time you guys get into it you’re like totally silent and he’s like wtf and then tries his hardest to make you moan loudly and gets all cocky when you do !!!
warning: smut content ahead. ora1 (m and f receiving). innocence kink. f! cheating on s/o.
Rafe’s texts/thoughts are in blue! Reader’s texts/thoughts are in pink!
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Glancing at each other, Topper and Kelce couldn’t believe their eyes- none other than Rafe Cameron was smiling at his phone as it buzzed with notifications.
“Alright you played like shit man, so who’s got you smiling like that cause it sure ain’t golf”, Topper interrupted Rafe’s text.
“I played fine, and it’s none of your fuckin’ business top,” Rafe retorted, a slight smile still on his face from the texts he never answered during his golf round.
We still on for today??
followed by
Thanks for last night- don’t tell anyone, Jackson can’t find out
which only made him smirk even harder as he typed in response, the chatter of his best friends fizzling out.
Secret is ours sweetheart.
Raising his hands in surrender, Topper chuckled.
Slamming his hand on the table, Kelce spoke, “Dude, are you listening to anything we’re saying? Those pogues are still on the course, TJ said he saw them when he was golfing yesterday.”
“I’m listening, just give me a second”, he answered.
Where are you now?
I gotta shower then I’ll swing by to pick you up and we can go to my place or yours
Setting his phone down on the table, he sighed and downed his maitai.
“So who played golf yesterday?”
Topper grumbled, “Jesus Christ, Rafe, what’s your problem?”
“Nothin’ Top I just…”, Rafe retorted, quickly silenced by the buzz of his phone.
Another text from you.
Gettinf nails done
Drobe here
Cant text nailsd dryinf
He chuckled, not knowing of the boys’ judgemental stares.
I can tell.
Since your car is with you, you’re alright driving to Tannyhill right?
You know how to get there?
His worries about you getting lost weren’t unusual, especially since you often needed Google Maps to get to places you’ve driven to a million times before. And especially since he worried about you in general.
Stop texting.
I have gpogle.
Ok
Now completely ignored by his friends, he shut off his phone and got lost in his thoughts.
Last night, last night was so good. Almost too good. She has a boyfriend. But her boyfriend is a dick, so who cares?
Scratching his neck in thought, he winced when he came in contact with the scratches you made last night.
Shit. She clearly liked it.
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French tip acrylic nails perfectly painted and dried, you walked out of the salon to your parked black Porsche.
Unlocking the door and placing your Chanel bag in the passenger seat, a recent pity gift from your always-traveling-never-present father, you called Rafe and reversed the car out of the lot.
Answering the phone after a few rings, Rafe answered, “Hey, something wrong?” You rarely called him, most times only texting.
Giggling, you answered, “Nothing is wrong Rafe. Just… is anyone home right now. I just, don’t, just don’t want Wheezie or Sarah or your Dad to hear and-”.
You could hear his smirk over the phone. “No, no one’s home. What? You plannin’ to make a lot of noise or something?”
Audibly flustered, you answered, “N-no, no, Rafe it’s just…”
“Relax, I’m joking.”
The two went silent, which now emphasized the sound of trickling water coming from the car’s speakers.
“Rafe, are you in the fucking shower right now?”
“Yes, is that a problem?”
“No.”
“Good, you never call so I figured it was an emergency. Can I go since it turned out to not be an emergency just you anticipating moaning so loudly that my family would notice?”
“Rafeeee”, you whined in embarrassment.
“Bye”, his voice rasped.
“Bye.”
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Knocking on the front door of Tannyhill, Rafe quickly opened the door, backing up to let you in.
Shrugging your sandals off of your freshly manicured feet, you followed Rafe up the winding staircase.
Staring up at him, you took sight of his wet hair, brushed back after his shower, and blushed.
Jesus fuck, Y/N, you’re leaving to go on vacation with your boyfriend tonight. Stop.
Leading you into his room, he closed the door behind you and watched as you placed your bag on his dresser drawer and sighed, sitting on his bed.
Sure, he saw you sitting on the bed in the pool house, but the sight of you sitting on his bed waiting for him was something straight out of his childhood dreams.
“So…” you started, brushing your nails through your blown-out hair.
Fuck, did she get her hair done too? Maybe this shit with Jackson is really serious.
“What’s today’s plan?”
“When do you leave to see him?” he immediately asked, sitting on his bed beside you.
You frowned, not wanting to be reminded about him while sitting in another man’s bed. “Late tonight.”
Licking your lips you looked up at him, “You said yesterday that you’d teach me, that you’d teach me how to,” you awkwardly glanced down at his crotch.
“Yeah- yeah, we could do that. Let’s just, get comfortable first though.”
Leaning over to kiss you, he grabbed your chin and met your plump lips with his.
Feeling you smile into the kiss, he began to drift his kisses down your neck, remembering to not skip the sweet spot behind your ear.
Beginning to suck there, you moaned but were quick to push his head away from you.
“No marks.”
“No marks?”, he repeated. “Then you’ll have to leave some on me,” he reasoned as he chased your lips.
Slowly making out, you dragged your long nails down his neck onto his chest, quick to start lifting his tight gray t-shirt.
Removing his shirt, he groaned once he could kiss your soft lips again.
Scratching your nails from his chest down to his abs, he put his hand over yours before you could reach the drawstring of his sweats, and placed both of your hands on his clothed cock, hard from the mere presence of you.
Moaning into the kiss, you began to grope him through his pants, loving the way he reacted to everything you did with his breathy moans or groans and hips bucking up towards you.
Kissing his red lips, you pulled away and breathlessly spoke, “Just, just tell me what to do. And I’ll do it”, in a whisper.
Smiling into your kiss, he whispered back, a smirk evident on his face, “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Clasping the nape of your neck to kiss you harder, he lifted you onto his lap to get you comfortable.
Tongues dancing, you ground against his crotch, and the two of you moaned in unison.
Grabbing your hips, he assisted you in rubbing yourself on him, long nails scratching down his bare chest.
Pulling your cropped top off of yourself, you attached your lips back onto his the second your shirt was out of your way.
When you shifted your hips a different way, his quiet hums of satisfaction quickly turned into moans that made his head fall back.
Sucking hickies onto his neck while his head was back, you leaned into his ear as you continued to grind against him.
“Rafe, let me suck you off.”
His neck lifted and pleasure-stricken eyes met your doe eyes. He groaned again.
“Jesus Christ sweetheart,” he twirled a strand of your hair, “are you tryna’ fucking kill me?”
“Teach me. F-for Jackson”, you stuttered, swallowing dryly.
Brushing his thumb against your chin and to your wet lips, he pushed his thumb into your mouth, making you lazily suck on his finger.
“Right…”, he stared as you turned him on oh so much, “for Jackson.”
Clearing his throat, he instructed you to get on your knees in front of him.
Brushing a hand through your hair, he questioned you as you played with the waistband of his Calvin Kleins, “So, you given a hand job before?”
You smirked, “Yeah, never sucked anyone off before though.”
“Okay,” he sighed, trying to ignore that you’ve given a hand job to someone who wasn’t him before, “just start with that.”
Pulling the waistband of his grey Calvin’s down, you watched as his cock jerked up, hard with precum leaking from its red tip. One hand on his thigh, you moved your other hand to his dick, swiping your thumb over his tip to collect the precum, making him let out a groan.
Using the precum as lube, you began to jerk him off, focusing on the tip, and playing with his balls with your other hand.
He breathlessly ordered, “Good, now start just sucking on the tip. No teeth though.”
You tutted, “I’m not a fucking idiot, Rafe Cameron”, but before he could answer, he was interrupted by a moan as your warm mouth attached to his dick.
Sucking on his tip, and moving your tongue in circles around it, you listened to the noises of the room: his groans, the wet sounds coming from his dick and your mouth, the breeze that came from the open window, and your hums around him.
“Fuck”, he groaned out, which made you take him in deeper, wanting to hear more.
And you were obviously pleased by the sounds he was making when your hand slipped between your thighs and rubbed your clit through your sweatshorts. His jaw dropped both in the way you were sucking him off and the sight of you getting wet to him.
He hummed, “Take it deeper”, and you immediately followed his directions, “You know you like that shit.” He chuckled watching as you rubbed yourself faster and whimpered around him.
The combination of feeling of your lips around him with the view of you touching yourself to him had him teetering on the edge quickly.
Throat getting tired from being used, you pulled off of him to rest your head on his thigh while you stroked him with a hand. But this rest was soon interrupted when you felt a harsh tug on your hair.
“Did I fuckin’ tell you to stop?”, he pulled you up by your hair and placed you back on his dick, making you choke on it. Seeing the tears run down your cheeks and watching your hips circle on nothing, your hands now on his thighs, he was finally pleased.
Hearing the low groans, you pulled up and focused on the tip, licking around it while fisting him with your hand.
Letting out a loud groan of your name, he spilled into your mouth, and nearly came again when he saw you swallow it with a gulp.
“Fuck, c’mere,” he motioned to you.
You crawled up his bed, not wanting to disappoint him, and gripped his bicep. Feeling your long nails pinch into his arms, he kissed you sweetly and gently pushed you onto your back.
Caging you in between his arms, he kissed from your neck to your lips. Reaching in between your soft thighs, he slowly dragged your sweatshorts down.
Sitting back, he pulled you by your legs closer down to him, so that the bottoms of your thighs were resting on the tops of his.
Pulling your wet panties up against your pussy, he caught you in a trance as he saw you shift your hips and eyes flutter shut. He pushed your panties to the side and slipped a finger in to play with you.
“You’re so pretty,” he drooled, eyes flickering all over your body. “You know that?”
You only let out a soft moan in response, feeling his finger draw figure eights on your pussy.
He pulled his fingers out when he saw your eyes close and returned his fingers once you opened them.
“You know you’re the prettiest girl on the island, huh?”
Biting down on the tip of one of your acrylics, you just stared up at his glossed-over eyes and shook your head.
“You don’t?”
You whined, wanting him to stop talking and start fucking.
“Such a baby”, he pouted at you, “you should know that by now.”
He cleared his throat as he inserted another finger, one circling your clit, the other two thrusting in and out of you. “You really don’t know you’re the prettiest girl on the island?”
You blushed, half from his compliments and half from his fingers.
“What? You want me to prove it to you sweetheart?”, he smirked down at you, “you know I’ll prove it to you.”
Pulling your panties down, he grinned at the sight of you spread out for him. Not for Jackson, for him. Leaning down, he pulled your thighs over his shoulders and pushed his tongue through your folds.
Moaning out his name, he hummed into you, making you get even louder.
Tongue flicking over your clit as two fingers thrust in and out of your pussy, he stared at you as your back arched and your head thrashed.
He slowed down, wanting your attention again since you were so lost in the heat you couldn’t make eye contact with him.
“Rafe,” you moaned.
“Hmmm?” he hummed, returning to your pussy.
“Please, ple-”, you tried to beg, but the pleasure was so strong you could barely talk. All you could do was thread your fingers through his damp hair, which smelled of his shampoo.
“I know sweetheart, I know,” he gave in, too impatient to tease you any longer. Locking your thighs around his shoulders, he buried his face into your pussy, his nose nudging your clit and tongue curling into you.
He shook his head back and forth to finish you off, working you down from it with soft kitten licks on your pussy as you repeated his name like it was the only word you knew.
Giving you a second to breathe and close your eyes, he got up, put his Calvin’s back on, and grabbed his shirt to wipe you off.
Eyes opening and wincing from the contact, you became conscious again and shut your legs, pushing his hand away with one arm and covering your breasts with another.
Leaning down to kiss you, he teased, “C’mon, can’t get shy on me now. You were just screaming my name.”
You scoffed, annoyed by his teasing and the reminder of your boyfriend when your phone vibrated with a text.
“Shut up, Rafe”, you narrowed your eyes at him. Shifting on the bed, you grabbed your cropped top and shorts and slipped them on, not bothering to grab your bra or panties from the ground.
Shuffling into his sweatpants, he glanced at the glowing screen of your phone. A bunch of texts from Jackson, buzzed repeatedly just above Rafe’s underwear drawer.
He scowled, “What? A bunch of texts from your boyfriend and suddenly you forget that your legs were just on my shoulders?”
You ignored him, grabbing your purse from his dresser and searching for where you threw your car keys.
Finally meeting his eyes, you flung your bag onto your shoulders and stared, “Rafe, it was for Jackson. The reason I’m doing this is for Jackson.”
“Why are you scolding me like you weren’t just begging me to cum? You really want to try to pretend like you didn’t like that?“, he reasoned, eyes flicking up and down your body, pausing momentarily at your braless tits.
“Rafe- I have a boyfriend,” you pushed, turning your back to him and exiting his room, beginning the long walk from his bedroom to the exit in the mansion.
“Well he’s clearly not doing enough for you if you got that wet from just hearing me moan your name,” he followed you down the stairs and to your car as you drowned out what he was saying.
“I have a flight to catch. Thanks”, you fake smiled at him, slamming the car door and pulling out of the driveway as quickly as possible.
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Speeding home, you couldn’t help but tear up at what Rafe said.
Sure, he was honest, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
Listening to your loud music on the car ride back home didn’t even help you escape his words, due to his constant text notifications interrupting the music.
You’re really flying to see him after what we just did?
Don’t even deny it, you were literally begging for me to make you cum.
His texts stopped momentarily as you parked your car and began to walk to your front steps, the attention taken away as your cell phone dinged with another notification.
Just know it’s not gonna feel the same. Not with him.
Have fun on your trip, don’t miss your flight.
You imagined the smirk he probably typed that last message with, and scoffed again.
Quickly changing into a comfortable outfit, you threw your final necessities into your suitcase, zipped it up, and entered the car your Dad sent to drive you to the airport.
As the older driver lugged your heavy bag into the back of the SUV, you comfortably sat down in the back seat with a sigh.
Funnily enough, there was only one thing on your mind during your travel to visit your boyfriend.
Rafe Cameron and that stupid, stupid smirk he always wears around you.
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part three here!
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