rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader
she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit
cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope
~ 6k words
a/n: happy valentineâs day my loves <3 i didnât read this over and iâm so sorry if thereâs hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part
the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but youâd think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezieâs age. you didnât let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameronâs eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, heâs always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sisterâs words he almost breaks the glass of water heâs holding.
âa virgin at 19 looking like you do is insaneâ sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress youâd bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasnât judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men werenât throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.
âstoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad itâs been for me?â he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sisterâs door, heâd look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, sheâd barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out heâd be in another hell.
âfuck youâre right, if they canât make you come whatâs the point?â rafe winced at his sisterâs words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.
âyouâre awful, but iâm done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.â he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldnât cut it.
ârighttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.â sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadnât thought about it like that.
âokay leave me alone iâve been successful so farâ
âoh my god speak of the devil, john bâs calling me over, can you cover for me? iâll be back in like two hours max, promise.â you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.
âfine but iâm ordering pizza,â rafe didnât know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?
âsave me a slice!â rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.
âyouâre gonna be too busy eating di-â rafe promptly ran off at that. heâd heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.
it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe canât believe that you look so good even now, youâre wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.
âhey! thatâs my pizzaâ rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. youâre kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.
âi just paid for it so i donât think so.â you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isnât stopping, heâs going to his room instead. this wonât do, heâll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks itâs cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him
âiâll pay you back!â your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.
ânah itâs fine just let me have some.â you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you wouldâve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friendâs brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like itâs second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, itâs difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isnât hungry for pizza, he never was.
âi was gonna offer anyways for the record.â you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.
âyeah sure you were princess,â you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and itâs making your head spin.
rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he canât believe that heâs struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.
ârafe do you have any napkins?â you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldnât appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.
âi always forget you have a motorcycle.â your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.
âi donât use it as much now.â he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldnât figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?
âcan i ride it? iâve always wanted to try.â yeah rafe might just pass out now. you donât even know what youâre doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.
âsure but i gotta teach you the basics so you donât crash.â rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.
âokay thatâs fair.â you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. thereâs a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you canât breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and heâs grateful heâs wearing black. he canât hold back any longer, he has to know.
"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafeâs not a quitter and he doesnât shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.
"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, youâre too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.
"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.
"ugh you heard that?"
"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you donât know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.
"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.
"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" thereâs a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. youâre sure heâs just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? youâd been hiding it so well for the past few years!
"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house youâd much rather sit in sarahâs room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.
"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." itâs almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time heâs called you anything that might suggest youâre not just his sisterâs friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you canât. thereâs still that voice of doubt telling you heâs just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you donât believe him. he supposes itâs not that believable when heâs been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think heâs just messing with you, but heâs dead serious. heâll just have to prove it.
âwhatever rafe i donât have time for your games.â you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and itâs growing exponentially.
of course itâs not the first time youâve imagined it, youâd often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. youâd fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy youâd been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friendâs room thinking over all the consequences.
when youâd reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: âiâm gonna be staying the night here, if youâre already asleep iâll see you in the morning đ€â with all your internal turmoil you hadnât realized it was past the two hours sheâd said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.
âyeah?â rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.
âis your offer still on the table?â his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like youâd done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.
ââdoesnât really have an expiration date.â your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldnât afford to fall deeper for him.
âjust donât like tell anyone about this?â you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out youâd be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friendâs brother wasnât exactly a great conversation to have.
âiâm not topper donât worry.â you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.
âcan i kiss you?â you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldnât believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldnât be so nervous. heâd have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.
his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than youâd imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldnât stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.
âwe donât have to do anything else.â him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones youâd had to smell before.
âno-no i want to,â heâd have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. heâd done it so casually you couldnât process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.
âno i-can you just come up here?â you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. heâd just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didnât get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving youâd feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.
after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldnât get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.
âlook at you, so fucking pretty.â you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, youâd let him do anything he wanted already, and it didnât even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.
ârafe can i have your fingers please?â he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.
âfuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?â his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. âhow dâya want them?â he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.
âyou know!â you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. youâd never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.
âspell it out for me, i canât think clearly right now.â he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldnât remember why you were holding back.
ââwan you to fuck me with them.â it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafeâs large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.
âbaby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?â you whined, a pretty throaty sound that youâd been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.
âyou!â you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. youâd start leaking through them if he didnât do something soon.
âthatâs right me, not those fucking losers, just me.â his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. âi got you baby,â your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. âf-fucking tight,â he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.
âfeels weird,â he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and heâd barely started.
âpoor pussy probably never felt this good huh?â you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasnât unbearable but you didnât know how youâd ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasnât long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so heâd stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.
his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped youâd let him have more later because now that heâd had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldnât help but be greedy.
ârafe, can we go further?â his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after heâs already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.
âthought youâd never ask.â youâre not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.
âfuckkk canât believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,â he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he canât wait to be inside you, he wonders if youâll even be able to take him.
âs-so dirtyâ his words are heating up your entire body and youâd feel embarrassed if you werenât arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.
âyou sure you want this?â while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.
âyes i want it to be you, i trust you.â you say it as normally as you can.
âwe can stop whenever you want, like i said âofferâs not gonna expire.â you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.
âoh-is th-that gonna fit?â his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldnât survive this.
âyouâll do your best right?â you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. âgood girl.â oh, youâd have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafeâs grip on your waist tightened, heâd ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.
despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. heâs far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldnât even get the tip in. âfuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.â you donât even process his words and he doesnât really know heâs saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. youâre gripping him like a vice and itâs nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and heâs drooling into your mouth. you donât even care you want more. âdoin well angel-hah-taking me so well.â
the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you canât breathe. you donât know if youâve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe canât be held responsible for his actions after that.
he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until heâs halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. thereâs tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, itâs salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way youâre gaping for him and how it looks like heâs splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, heâs filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.
itâs too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. ât-too big hng canât-â
âcome on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,â he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, heâs leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because youâre so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows itâs because thereâs no space for anything but his cock and he canât help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, heâs almost fucking you back onto him.
âfeels good hah,â you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you donât think you like it like this. if heâs going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. âh-harder.â rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.
âturned this pussy into a slut, âcouldnât even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.â really heâs proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he canât hold back much longer either and itâs your first time so heâs gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he wonât get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.
âgonna be a good girl and come around my cock?â your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. âfuck fuck fuckkkk.â he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.
you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didnât come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. thereâs one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. âit wasnât a one time offer right?â
âno fucking way, iâm never letting you go.â rafe looks at you like youâre crazy, heâs ready to propose. thereâs no way in hell heâs making this a one night stand. after all heâs broken you in, now itâs the fun part.
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