✮⋆˙ . bsf!rafe keeps 'accidentally' slipping inside after promising to just rub against you.
warnings — 18+ MDNI. bestfriend!reader x bsf!rafe pairing. name is self explanatory. manipulative tone & fake apologies.
cherie’s note — loosely based on this p!link.
your knees are bent, thighs open for him, trembling slightly from how real this feels — arms curled near your chest, lip caught anxiously between your teeth, breathing too fast for someone who's supposedly not having sex.
things had always been… complicated with you and rafe. secrets whispered in the dark, your body tucked into his bed more often than your own. he’d even taught you how to kiss — unforgivable, in hindsight. because now, whatever this was… it felt like the point of no return.
rafe kneels between your legs, stroking himself in slow, lazy pulls. deliberately. "just relax," he murmurs, voice low like he's talking you through something innocent. like this was something every best friend did — and you could definitely be convinced of such when it was him doing the talking. "i'm not gonna put it in. i told you."
he presses the head against your slit, sliding it up your folds, gathering the wetness along the underside of his throbbing cock. the squelch that bounces off the walls is unmistakable, a clear indicator of just how much you wanted this, despite the way your pulse raced. you jump at the first pass and he smiles — quick, hidden, gone before you even get the chance to look at him.
"how're you this worked up already?" he teases under his breath, more to himself than to you. "barely even touching you."
you squirm underneath him, embarrassed. "you're... rubbing on me..."
"mhm." he drags the swollen head down again, circling your entrance with soft precision — though his mind is anything but soft. not with you, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide like a prey caught in a trap. his trap.
you gasp, a soft sound that shoots up his spine — and that's when he lets the tip catch you. not fully. just enough to make your body pull him in that tiny, helpless way you can't control. the thick head of his cock breaches the tightness of your cunt, and your thighs tremble slightly from the pressure.
"sorry," he breaths, pretending to pull back. "didn't mean— you're so warm, and wet. hard to aim."
you believe him immediately, like you always do, nodding. your cheeks burn, "it's okay. just... just be careful."
"i am," he promises, thumb stroking the soft skin of your knee. "i got you."
except he keeps doing it. that same slow glide, catching on you again, the head pushing just barely inside before he rocks back like it's truly accidental. each time, you make this soft, strangled sound that goes straight to his cock.
"you okay?" he murmurs.
you nod quickly, swallowing away at the nerves. "it just feels... weird."
"good weird?"
you nod again — and the way you do it, wide-eyed and trusting, makes him exhale shakily.
he strokes himself harder, a little faster, hips following the rhythm. the spongy tip of his cock keeps bumping and sliding against your slit with every pass, the feeling so dizzying you swear you could see stars. your slick coats his hand, helping the slick grip glide effortlessly against himself — makes everything sloppy and hot and impossible for him to 'aim'.
rafe swears he can lose himself in the sight of you alone. swears he'd give anything to see this everyday — you, eyes glassy and blinking slow, completely fucked-out and trembling under his guidance. so vulnerable. so trusting. pliant, too — keeping your thighs perched open enough to allow him the space he demands, without having to be asked.
you force a tiny breath out, shaky and full of shame, and he rewards you by rolling the head down again. and this time, when it catches, it sinks just a little deeper than before. enough to make your eyes fly fully open. enough to make your hips lift before you can stop yourself, telling him everything he needs to know.
he freezes. not really. just enough to pretend he's surprised.
"shit," he mutters, voice going hoarse. "that—that was deeper than i meant. m'sorry, baby."
and despite his apology, he stays there a beat too long — buried millimeters inside of your warm heat, throbbing. he pulls out slowly, letting a slick string stretch between where he’d previously pushed inside of you.
your heart jumps into your throat, "it's okay, ray," you whisper quickly, like you don't want him to feel bad. "was just an accident, right?"
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It wasn’t like you’d meant to distract Rafe while he was on the phone; you knew better than that. But when you heard who he was talking to, you couldn’t help but feel a sharp thread of envy bubble in your stomach, and before you knew it, you slid your hands beneath the waistband of his jeans, easing the zipper down and tugging the fabric just enough to free him.
“Yeah, I’ll- fuck - sorry, stubbed my toe. I’ll see if I can take the boat out for jus’ the two of us.” Rafe breathed out, trying not to moan as you licked a stripe up from the base of his cock to his tip, feeling the ridges of his veins on the flat of your tongue. A pattern you’d almost memorized on every part of your body that could have ever touched it, your mouth, your hands, the plush walls of your insides. The phone’s speaker was tilted away as Rafe whispered your name in a scolding tone, “Cut that shit out.”
The way his face looked at you with both desperation and domination only made the butterflies in your stomach flutter even more, like they fed off of the realization that even with some other girl demanding his attention, it was still you he reacted to first, like it was his instinct, his loyalty to you written into his bones.
You softly smiled up at him, eyes wide and doe-eyed, as you kitten-licked the precum that leaked from his tip, his cock glistening red and hardened as it twitched from the sensation. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently and hollowing your cheeks as you took him deeper, revelling in the way his hand immediately flew to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair to ground himself.
“Y-yeah, Stacey, that sounds perfect,” Rafe choked out, his voice was tight and strained as he fought to keep his composure. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, jaw tight as you bobbed your head, taking him further into your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. You relaxed your jaw and hollowed your mouth, allowing Rafe to buck his hips and fuck your mouth slowly, the wet heat of your tongue dragging against the sensitive underside of his shaft.
The heat in your core started to pulse, your thighs suddenly slick, and the need for Rafe to solely focus on you became more urgent as you ground yourself against your hand to try and relieve some tension. Was it so wrong that he only had eyes for you, or that the boat was your thing only? As Rafe continued to thrust into your mouth, he couldn’t help but take in the sight of you, taking him whole and almost completely at his mercy, solely because you were jealous of who he’d been talking to. It wasn’t like he was blind to it; he knew it’d spark the possessive side in you, the side he wished you’d show more often.
Rafe could do whatever he wanted, have whatever he pleased, and genuinely could not give a flying fuck as to what others thought. However, the one thing he’d always wished for was for you to stop pretending you didn’t care. To stop softening the edges of your jealousy, to stop playing it off when he knew damn well how deeply you felt things. He wanted you to be selfish, wanting him loudly, claiming him without apology.
“Dinner sounds good, what time were you thinking?”
You immediately hummed around him in amusement, the vibrations travelling straight through his cock and making him buck his hips involuntarily. You choked a little louder than you would’ve liked, leading Rafe to glare at you as a silent warning to behave. But his pupils widening and now darkened blue eyes gave away how much he was enjoying this. You doubled down, swirling your tongue around the tip before sinking back down, taking him to the hilt and swallowing around him.
“Seven works,” Rafe gritted out, his hand in your hair tugging at your roots as he tried to take control again. “I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up, yeah?” Jus’ you and me, no one else.” He paused, listening to her response. Feeling a surge of possessiveness in you, you hollowed your cheeks and swallowed hard, pulling back with a loud pop which led Rafe to hiss through his teeth into the phone. “Nah I’m just… handling some business right now. But I’m looking forward to Thursday.”
You smirked up at him, drool gathering at the corner of your mouth as you stroked him with your hand, slick with your spit. You leaned down to lap at his balls, taking one gently into your mouth and sucking, knowing it would wreck him.
“Ye-yeah fire away, what did you wanna ask?” Rafe managed to get out as he felt you take him in your mouth again, your fist twisting at the base of his cock as you bobbed your head, tasting him in the process. You heard your name being mentioned as you felt him swell in your mouth, the frantic throbbing pressed against your tongue.
“What does she have to do with this?” Rafe grunted, his hips bucking up involuntarily. His hand shot to the back of your head, not to push you away, but to hold you in place, to anchor himself as you took him to the hilt over and over again. The head of his cock was hitting the back of your throat with every downward plunge, and you just took it, swallowing around him, the constricting muscles milking him for all he was worth. “Listen you got a problem with her, then I-”
The dam that was built in Rafe for so long finally broke when he looked at the sight of you rubbing your clit while sucking him off with no mercy. He moaned out, thick and heavy, the first spurt of his release hitting the back of your throat. Rafe arched off the couch and buried his face in the crook of his arm, muffling the guttural sounds of his climax as you continued to work him through it, swallowing everything he gave you. His hips jerked with each pulse, a helpless, violent rhythm that spoke of his complete and total surrender to the pleasure you were forcing on him.
Rafe finally came back to himself, his chest heaving. He pulled you off him gently, his cock slipping from your lips with a wet sound. He looked at you: your swollen lips, the smug yet innocent satisfaction in your eyes, and a dark, possessive fire ignited in his gut.
“Then I’m sorry, but this isn’t gonna work out. My best friend’s not a fucking threat.”
Rafe hung up the phone and tossed it to the side, his full attention snapping on you. “You think you’re fucking funny?” he growled, grabbing your hair and pulling you up to crash his lips against yours in a bruising kiss.
the face bsf!rafe first made when he saw the bikini picture you posted from your day at the beach
“fuck,” he whimpered softly, jaw slack as he desperately rutted his aching cock into his fist, angry tip leaking with pre-cum as his eyes flickered over the phone screen.
he felt like such a fuckin creep, getting off to his own best friend’s instagram pictures. he couldn’t help it though; not with the way your ass was hanging out of the bottom of your suit, tan lines clearly visible. and most definitely not with the way your tits were spilling out of your bikini top, the wet material clinging onto the soft curves of your breasts.
he couldn’t help but think about what it’d be like to fuck them; his tip coming to barely brush between your lips after every thrust, how he’d make you part your lips and lick at the stickiness that would string off.
“sh-hit,” he moaned softly, eyes fluttering shut and brows furrowing as he picked up his pace, tightening his hand a little - trying to imagine it as you fluttering around him instead.
“fuckfuckfuckfuck, mmmh shit-” he whined, biting down on his lip to quiet himself.
his hand moved frantically for more friction, the cool of the ring on his index finger only bringing more effect to the warm pool in his stomach.
“need it y/n, shiit, wan’ to cum.” he groaned under his breath, his blue eyes opening to look back at your picture. but this time, a small glint in the sun caught his attention.
sitting beautifully on your neck was a gold necklace he had gotten you on your birthday, a little ‘r’ pendant hanging just out of reach from your cleavage. how the fuck did he not notice it before? a flare of possessiveness bloomed in his chest, n he felt the familiar rush of heat course through him.
he came hard, the spurts of slick painting his chest and stomach; his hips stuttering and abdomen flexing.
as he slowly came down from his high, body spent and limp against his mattress, he silently made a decision - he was definitely gonna make you take that post down.
♡ summary: rafe fucks his best friend while she's on the phone with her boyfriend.
♡ tags: smut, piv, cheating MDNI!
♡ author’s note: reposted!
rafe had you on all fours on your canopy bed, holding onto one of the posts for dear life as he pounded into you, the bed swaying every time he thrust his cock into you, one of his hands gripping onto your hair while the other rested on your ass, occasionally giving it a sharp smack, causing you to let out a noise that was between a gasp and a yelp.
"aww, look at you." rafe cooed mockingly with a harsh tug at your hair, the man panting behind you "so fucking desperate for me to fuck you. bet your little loser boyfriend can't fuck you like you need to be fucked, hm?"
you hated the words that were leaving his lips, but you couldn't deny that he was right; your boyfriend definitely couldn't satisfy you the way rafe always seemed to be able to do, he couldn't hit that spongy spot that caused you to curl your toes, or rub your clit in the way that caused your back to arch off the bed. not like rafe did.
"say it," rafe commanded, "say that he can't-"
rafe let out an annoyed growl when he was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing on the nightstand. his initial plan was to tell you to ignore it or answer and tell whoever it was to fuck right off, but when he saw who it was, he got a whole new idea, a grin taking over the man's lips.
"answer it."
"w-what?" you looked back at rafe with furrowed brows and tear-glimmering eyes, thinking that he must be joking, but as rafe continued to pound into you, there was no sign of hesitation on his face, only a wide, cruel grin.
you reached for your phone from the nightstand, rafe slowing his pace as you looked at the caller id with widened eyes, almost waiting for it to change into something else, but clear as day, there was your boyfriend's name, along with the contact photo you'd set for him, a picture of you two taken at a carnival.
"do it before i do it for you." rafe mumbled as he bent to press a small kiss to the back of your neck, grabbing your ass roughly. and hesitantly, you pressed the green button visible on the screen as rafe pulled out of you.
"h-hi, babe." you said, trying your best to steady your breathing as rafe teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, the hand that was in your hair just moments ago going down to rub your clit.
"hey, everything good?" the voice on the other line asked, and you had to hold back a moan by biting down on your lip as rafe's middle finger brought some of your arousal to your clit, starting to slowly rub the puffy bud.
"ye-eah, everything's good." you chuckled, "i was just working out."
when you said that, you felt rafe's tip slowly starting to enter you, stretching your walls as you tried not to let out any noise, your boyfriend starting to go on a tirade about something that you honestly couldn't give two shits about at that moment.
rafe continued moving in and out of you, at first at a slow pace, slowly building it up; all the while your boyfriend was talking, and you occasionally let out noncommittal hums and 'mmhm's, but the harder rafe was fucking you, the harder it was to concentrate on anything other than him, and trying to keep quiet felt like rocket science at that point, and you were starting to taste blood in your mouth from how hard you were biting down on your lip.
"i-i gotta go." you said into the phone, nearly panting, "i'll see you later." you said, hanging up before your sweet boyfriend could even get a word in, feeling the band in your stomach getting closer and closer to snapping, letting out a moan you'd held in for too long the moment that you were off the call as rafe started pounding into you relentlessly.
"say it." rafe commanded behind you, your eyes squeezed shut, your mind hazy with pleasure, confused as to what he was talking about. "say that your boyfriend can't fuck you the way i fuck you."
you were a panting mess as he continued hitting the spot inside of you that only he seemed able to reach; a part of you didn't want to say it, didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the moment the palm of his hand landed on your ass, you yelped, the pleasure almost overwhelming.
"h-he-"
"nuh-uh. your boyfriend."
you let out a small whine when he corrected you, trying to steady your erratic breathing as he continued thrusting in and out of you.
"m-my boyfriend... can't fuck me the way you do..."
"atta girl." rafe chuckled behind you, and the way his fingers continued circling your clit while he pounded into you from behind was getting almost overwhelming, and rafe could tell that you were getting closer by the way you were starting to clench around him, the blonde letting out a groan, "gonna come in this pretty pussy..." he mumbled, "she's practically begging me to... wants me to show her who she belongs to..."
a part of you wanted to protest, but you were so close that your mind was clouded by all the bliss he was making you feel, the world around you getting so hazy that you couldn't bring yourself to care as long as you got to come.
and as soon as you felt the band in your stomach snap, rafe's cock buried deep inside of you, he couldn't help the almost animalistic groan that left his lips, warm pumps of cum filling you up
ex!rafe who lets you to say to everyone that you chose the break up, because he knows how much you need the validation knowing you ended it when you both agreed it was mutual
ex!rafe who still drives past your house everyday, making sure the lights are off at 12pm so that you’re sleeping well. and if they’re not, then you’re certain a text will be sent
R : go to sleep
you: ??
R : sleep, baby
ex!rafe doesn’t change your nick name from what it was in his contacts even months after you two promise you’re over. as soon as you send a message to him, he replies instantly.
ex!rafe who never, not once, even looks at another girl. topper and kelce try constantly to convince him there are “more fish in the sea”, but rafe just shakes his head. “i don’t want other fish.”
ex!rafe whos always by your side at parties, never touching you without your consent but always there in time when you’re too drunk and slurring words. and rafe who takes you home as soon as he knows you’ve gone past your intolerance, saying kind words to your parents so they won’t scold you as much as they would if he hadn’t given an explanation
ex!rafe who doesn’t care how you call him your “boy best friend”. everyone has eyes can see the way you two look at each other, and whatever it is, it definitely isn’t platonic.
ex!rafe who pretends not to get jealous over how close you are with the pogues, especially the boys, but he doesn’t want to act like an over territorial animal so whenever you two hang out he just kisses your temple and rests his forehead against your hair.
ex!rafe who, when everything is quiet, looks over the photos of you two dating in his camera roll. he has a whole album with just pictures of you, and sometimes he’ll sneak one cute one without you looking.
ex!rafe who knows you love him, that the breakup wasn’t casual. it’s why he dismissed all you snarky comments whenever it’s bought up. he knows you, better than anyone.
ex!rafe who knows that no matter how many times you break up with him, you’ll always get back together. of that he’s certain.
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“i need your help with something,” you mumble from where you’re laying across rafes bed, face half buried in one of his pillows. he barely glances up from his phone. “that usually means trouble.” “probably.” that gets his attention.
rafe snorts softly, tossing his phone onto his chest before looking over at you properly. “alright, c’mon then. what’d you do?” you hesitate just long enough for him to narrow his eyes. “why do you look nervous?” “because it’s embarrassing.” “that’s never stopped you before.” you throw one of his pillows at him immediately, and he catches it with an annoying grin.
“seriously,” he says, sitting up now. “what is it?” you chew on the inside of your cheek before blurting it out. “i’m ovulating and it’s making me insane.” “…you came to me with this information?” your face burns. “i knew i shouldn’t have said anything—” “no, no,” rafe interrupts quickly, trying not to laugh. “keep going. this is the best day of my life.” “rafe.” “sorry, sorry.” he presses his lips together, still smirking. “continue, princess.” you huff before asking quietly, “can you help me..” “what’d you need my help with, exactly?” he says, trying to contain how great he feels.
“you know what i need your help with rafe! don’t try mess with me or I’ll just leave, im not in the mood for your messing!” slowly, rafe leans back against the headboard finding the whole scenario amusing. “okay, okay i get it. you want me to make you feel better, princess?” “please rafe i can’t take it anymore! i think im losing my mind.” you say with an annoyed, impatient sigh. “your my only friend!”
he lifts you up and places you on his lap. “you know, you didn’t have to suffer for so long you could have just asked.” he says looking at you smugly. “just.. help me relieve it a little, please?” “only because you have asked me so nicely.”
“you wanna give me a kiss, princess?” rafe said, so clearly amused. “mhm.” you lean in, lips softly touching each other as your hand reaches up to sit on his shoulders. movements getting more desperate. you move a little, grinding on him. a soft, quiet whimper escaping your lips.
“you need more?” rafe asks. “please..” his hand slips down to pull down the zipper of his jeans. “you gonna put it in for me?” “okay.” he pulls your lacey underwear to the side, while you bring his swollen cock out. “you ready, princess?” “mhm so ready.” you say, desire spreading over your face. he lays back a little further as you put his tip over your entrance, slowly sinking down. “awh baby, your so wet. you really wanted this huh?” “yes, wanted it so bad.” you reach his pubic bone as he hold your hips, griping tight.
you start to move, sliding your hands under his shirt. “fuck, princess your so tight.” he starts to guide your hips, grinding. “nghh, rafe it’s too much,” you say quietly. “shhh, i know baby. you wanted this, remember?” rafe says with a smug condescending tone. the movements get faster, sloppier. “your squeezing me so tight. you ready to cum baby?” “yeah, i-i’m ready.” “let me feel you milk me dry, princess. cmon.” you let go as your eyes roll back, with one final moan. finally getting the realise you’ve been longing for. rafe cums just at the sight of you, his best friend, cumming around his dick.
the movements come to a slow and stop. you guys have now road out your high. “you feel better princess?” “so much better, thank you rafe.” you say catching your breath and planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth. rafe can officially say that that’s the first time he’s ever truly been content.
a/n: yes, i am ovulating and thought it would be so much easier if i had a guy friend so i dont have to have a serious relationship with him and we can still be friends.🙄 anyway, i hope you angels enjoyed!
bsf!rafe who’s known you since you started at kook academy, back when everything was easier, when he didn’t know how to grieve his mom, didn’t know how to process his dad, didn’t know how to handle any of it, but somehow he always knew you’d be in his corner.
bsf!rafe who would show up at your place at 2am more times than either of you can count, barely holding it together, and you never once turned him away. he let himself fall apart in front of you in ways he never would with anyone else. his head in your lap, your fingers running through his hair while he tried to pretend he was fine.
bsf!rafe who chased everything trying to feel something, trying to fill that empty void, from alcohol to drugs, to throwing his money on stupid shit, like an expensive bike, or a new yacht. but all he really needed to ever feel okay was someone who would just choose him, like you always did.
bsf!rafe who only lets you drive his porsche 911. he won’t even hand the keys to kelce or topper but tosses them to you without hesitation. “I trust you” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
bsf!rafe who buys you anything without making a big deal out of it. bags, jewelry, little things you mentioned once in conversation, and shrugs it off with, “money doesn’t mean shit when it comes to you.”
bsf!rafe who knows everything about you without trying. your coffee order, your favorite songs, the exact perfume you wear, and swears he notices immediately when something’s off.
bsf!rafe who gets that quiet, irritated look when people ask if you’re his girlfriend, “nah, just my best friend” but something about it never sits right with him anymore.
bsf!rafe who almost lost it on topper for talking about you like that, stepping in before he could even finish his sentence. “watch your fucking mouth.” he tells topper, inches away from his face, making topper fall back, with his hands up
bsf!rafe who can’t stand seeing you with other guys, and acts off the second you mention a date, going quieter, shorter with his words. “he good enough for you?” but doesn’t know what to call the feeling, he just knows it makes his chest tighten and his mood flip instantly.
bsf!rafe who knows that if he calls, you’ll come, no matter where you are, no matter who you’re with, and there’s something about that that both comforts him and absolutely messes with his head.
bsf!rafe who leans a little too close sometimes, lets his hand linger a second too long, says things that toe the line, but doesn’t want to ruin what you have, but at the same time, the idea of someone else having you? yeah, no that’s not something he can ignore much longer.
bsf!rafe who has a spare key to your place, so he doesn’t knock when he comes over, he just walks in like it’s his place, calling your name until he finds you.
bsf!rafe who has a spot in your room that’s basically his at this point, so whenever you’re with other friends in your apartment they know not to touch or be in ‘rafes spot’
bsf!rafe who steals your food without asking but will absolutely buy you whatever you want five minutes later.
bsf!rafe who will call you for the silliest things like what shirt he should wear or what he should eat, because your opinion just matters the most.
bsf!rafe who lets you mess with his hair, his rings, his watch collection. stuff he wouldn’t let anyone else touch without a second thought.
bsf!rafe who has inside jokes with you that literally no one else understands, and the two of you will be laughing while everyone else is confused.
bsf!rafe who lets you wear his hoodies and never asks for them back knowing you look better in them anyway, even though he’ll complain about it every time. “you’ve got like five of ‘em.”
bsf!rafe who texts you “you busy?” but not for anything serious, just because he’s bored and wants to annoy you.
bsf!rafe who will defend you instantly, no hesitation, even if he doesn’t fully know what’s going on yet.
bsf!rafe who will absolutely argue with you over the dumbest things, then be over it five minutes later like nothing happened.
bsf!rafe who trusts you with things he doesn’t tell anyone else, even when he doesn’t say it out loud.
bsf!rafe who keeps a photobooth picture of you and him in his wallet that you put in there as a joke one night. and he refuses to take it out because, ‘that’s his girl’
bsf!rafe who will sit through things he absolutely hates just because you like them, movies, shopping, whatever, complaining the whole time but never actually thinking of leaving. but when it comes to the victoria secret runs, oh how he wishes he could be in the dressing room with you.
bsf!rafe who has a different tone when he talks to you compared to everyone else. It’s softer and less guarded, even if he doesn’t realize it.
bsf!rafe who started calling you “princess” as a joke because you were such a spoiled brat, always getting your way, always a little dramatic, but then it just stuck.
bsf!rafe who says it so casually now, like it’s second nature. “relax, princess,” “c’mon, princess,” but there’s never any real malice behind it.
bsf!rafe who lowkey enables it too, even while teasing you about it, rolling his eyes as he hands you what you want anyway. “for the spoiled princess.”
bsf!rafe who’s the only one who can get away with calling you that without it sounding condescending, because coming from him it just feels familiar, and yours.
bsf!rafe who’ll mumble “such a princess” under his breath when you complain about something minor, but there’s a small smirk on his face every time. but would absolutely get angry if anyone else tried to call you that, though. that’s his thing.
bsf!rafe who notices you don’t correct him, and honestly don’t even react to it half the time, and something about that makes him say it more. and he’ll say it when you’re upset too, quieter like, “hey..don’t do that princess,” like it’s his way of grounding you without making it too sentimental.
bsf!rafe who in the end, doesn’t even realize when it started, the way he looks at you, the way he needs you, the way he’s always thinking about you every time, but somewhere along the way, you stopped being just his best friend.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, language, smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, cnc? (does it without full coherent consent?) rafe kinda takes advantage of reader, slight exhibition risk, mention of head (m receiving) innocent!reader, mean!rafe towards the end, lots of dirty talk, slight daddy kink, slapping, slight mention of neglect, mentions of divorce, mentions of bourbon + weed + red bull
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: innocent!reader visits the cameron’s, as she does weekly, with her parents. but this time as she confides in the eldest cameron child and her best friend, rafe over her parents failing marriage, he attempts to comfort you…
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: quick little mssg before you read this is my first ever fic i’ve wrote so im so so sorry if it’s absolutely awful! also please add in the comments or pm me if there are any warnings i forgot to include and any requests for a fic! enjoy angels! 💐🪽🧸
you and rafe were inseparable.
still are.
since the early age of four in he’s been following you around like a lost puppy. constantly trying to get your attention, the poor boy. you often saw his constant need and struggle for someone to just care for him as an affect of his asshole of a father mainly bringing him up.
your parents just somehow managed to strengthen your bond with him by becoming closer to one another themselves. during your childhood and with rafe, your parents obviously drifted closer by spending practically every weekend together. of course they would, naturally. both your mother and his step mother, rose, are wealthy, snobby women of the upper side in the outer banks. and your fathers? please. they could be brothers.
ward cameron, business fiend and dickhead supreme, clearly is best suited to become bourbon drinking buddies with your father. every tuesday, thursday and saturday without a doubt your father is “invited” over to the cameron household. therefore meaning you and your mother have to come too.
now after years of these years and many similar nights, you don’t mind. i mean, you are visiting your little rafe…
knock knock knock
“darling i’m sure ward will love your bourbon you brought don’t worry dear” standing on the cameron manor porch, your mother attempts to reassure and calm your father by pressing a haste kiss to his stubbly cheek. smoothing down his suit, she shuffles backwards as he scoffs and glares at her.
“why wouldn’t he maria?! it’s bourbon from fucking germany, the best bourbon making country in the goddamn world.” father sighs, agitated once again. muttering something about her being a stupid woman. you stand there, behind them both. watching mother, her long, recently blown out hair floating in the wind, revealing the open back of her pastel blue sundress. and watching father too. his broad shoulders filling most of the imposing cameron manor front door’s frame. his grey suit reflecting him beautifully. bland and fucking boring. your hands start twisting with your silver bracelets and small golden rings as you try to become invisible. as you try to keep out of your parents fraying marriage and their ongoing petty arguments once again.
the door swings open.
rose cameron stands there, rafes step mother. her short blonde hair is recently bleached and shoved behind her ears. flaunting her iridescent mauve jumpsuit and boisterous, awfully chunky gold necklace. she paints a firm smile onto her matching mauve lips and pushes her hair even further behind her ears. the glow of the metal of the bangles on her wrist catch the setting evening sun and flash into your eyes, blinding you for a second.
“maria! damien! welcome!” she reaches forward and pecks your mother’s cheeks swiftly, peering over her shoulder at you in slight disgust. “i see you all made it fine! me and ward were awfully worried about the god awful weather in paris stopping you from flying home from france… he would be horrified if he missed his bourbon drinking date” rose smiles, her cheeks plastered with foundation, rising like cakes being baked. “oh silly me- come in come in! we have so much to talk about maria.. i mean we have to plan midsummers and the food and outfits- oh and damien, you know where ward is” she lets out a sharp chuckle and beams brightly. rose doesn’t even bother you a second glance as she ushers your parents inside, leaving you standing on the porch. the soft breeze playing with your hair.
what a bitch.. you sigh, your shoulders drooping. rafe must be upstairs like always.
you slide into the manor. quiet, invisible one again. pressing the grand double doors shut and starting to trail up the winding staircase.
after a moment climbing up the spiralling stairs and scurrying across the landing, you stop outside rafe’s door.
knock knock knock
“rafey? it’s me?” you murmur to the door, praying he’s inside.
a moment.
the door pulls open.
inside? stands rafe, low slung grey sweatpants, gold chain around his neck, red bull can in hand.
his room? you peek inside, well you try to. it’s mostly dark. all his blinds are shut, and the only light, apart from the glow of his flatscreen tv opposite his bed is crawling underneath his curtains. the hum of some faint song by someone like chase atlantic or the weeknd dances around the room and the faint smell of weed and aftershave wraps around you, embracing you into a warm, familiar hug.
“doll- i- hey” he smirks, before snatching your wrist and pulling you into his den.
he plops onto the crimson velvet couch at the end of his king size bed before drawing a blunt out of his pocket and dropping his empty red bull can onto the floor with a clatter.
holding the not lit blunt in his teeth, he grabs one of the stray hoodies laying on his floor before pulling it over his head. he flickers his lighter, pulled from his pocket and lights the blunt. takes an inhale and blows out a small cloud of smoke. “cmon bun” grinning ear to ear, he pats his thigh “sit, you know i don’t bite”
you giggle, a sweet melodic tune that dances throughout rafe’s brain.
fuckk…. he thinks..
he drags a rough hand over his face, making some attempt to clean his impure brain of the image of you on your knees in between his thighs with his thick cock wrapped around your pretty pink lips.
you toe off your polished black mary jane’s, leaving them by his bedroom door before pushing it shut quietly. you scuttle over, slipping and sliding all over his recently waxed hardwood floor with your pale pink frilly socks covering your small feet.
he smirks again.. this sweet, sweet girl.
“hi rafey” you murmur whilst you plop onto his lap with a faint thud.
“miss’d you bunny” he immediately lets his hands wander over your waist and he pulls you up so you’re laying back onto his chest as he grabs his playstation controller before starting to play his game. some fighting game no doubt.
“me too rafey..” you coo “im sorry i went away for so long.. france was boring, mom just wanted to drink and dad just wanted to scream at her..im here now though” you say before offering him a weak smile.
“oh bun.. they still rocky?” he hums, pressing you into his side more.
“mhm..i- uh- heard them yelling over some papers the other night too when i was trying to sleep.. its all going wrong rafey i’ve wanted to speak to you for ages but-” you mumble, turning your head so you can bury your lightly dolled up face into his bare bicep.
“oh pretty..” he sighs, stroking your hair like a puppy’s soft fur coat “it’ll be for the best if they divorce hm? yeah?”
“yeah.. you’re right.. i mean at least i might be able to at least sleep then? right?” trying to laugh at your own joke, you press your face further into his arm, turning slightly more so you can lay on his chest better.
“mh yeah good girl.. you can move in with me too if you want when i get my own place later this year hm? jus’ us two in a big house while i finish college yeah?”
“yeah.. uh- i’d like that… yeah..” you whimper. a tear. two tears. three. four. a stream. a river.
“shi- no no bunny don’t cry.. shh… sh..”
sobbing, you grasp his neck and cry softly into his shoulder.
blubbering uselessly, you try to form some coherent thought “b-but- m…m-my d-dad-d-daddy! n-no l…li-like me”
“don’t stress bun.. yeah? fuck your dad. that’s what i say.” he cradles your head, his golden rings that adorn each finger glint in the glow of his tv and his fingers rake through your hair, the playstation controller forgotten. “i can be your daddy for all you care bun.. let rafey care for you.. let me help you.. please pretty girl” he whines pathetically.
you nod mindlessly whilst continuing to whimper and sniffle into his chest.
you don’t even notice he’s manage to hike your baby pink floral print sundress dress up to your waist until his thick golden brown fingers dance along your inner thigh, trickling into your panties quietly.
“shh.. rafe’s got you bun.. focus on me hm?” you can almost hear the smugness melting off his tongue and into his speech, bastard.
you look down at your thighs, expecting to just see his hand squeezing and kneading the flesh. oh-! shit. when did he take my underwear off-.
a pinch, a stoke of your little nub. “r-rafe!”
“you like tha’ hm? shh.. shh.. dry those eyes babygirl.. no crying for rafe”
a finger.. or is it three? press inside of you suddenly.
“mh!” you whine like a needy puppy, for a different reason this time. not crying over your stupid parents, but your best friend.
“sh.” he hisses “keep quiet now, wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out their precious girl is being finger fucked by her best friend now would we?”
you shake your head, frantic. “n-no…”
“good girl.. open wide for rafe now” he taps your sealed lips with his cum slicked index and middle finger before forcing your soaked through pink lace panties into your waiting mouth. his fingers slide back down to your puffy folds and little hole, that’s currently clenching on air. trailing his middle finger down from your clit, he thrusts it in. the contrast of the cool metal of the ring on his finger and the warmness of your walls making you sharply inhale.
squelch squelch squelch
the wet, grotesque squelching sounds of his sound fingers thrusting into you and spreading your wetness around your folds fill the air.
another finger presses into your hole. roughly curling around the point, that fills your vision with stars and black, he found so well. so quickly.
eyes rolling back, you buck your hips, frantic. humping his hand, you groan. silently begging and pleading for permission to come.
“nuh uh, too soon bun.. i’ve not even got my cock out yet and you want to squirt all over my fingers?” he scoffs “pathetic slut” he spits at you, and a firm slap is delivered meanly to your pulsing folds making you jump.
suddenly, you’re not on his lap. you’re bent over the arm of the crimson couch, the plush velvet digging into your knees as rafe rams his mean cock into your folds from behind.
“uh-mh-mm!” you whine and squirm, pleading for more friction.
“if i knew you were this much of a slut my dick wouldn’t have left this tight cunt in years…” he pants, breathing heavily. “take it- mh.. some best friend you are” he chuckles as he bullies his cock into you, the angry red tip prodding your cervix, inching you closer to your orgasm every thrust. his balls burying into the curve of your plump ass. “oh bun- she’s just swallowing me whole.. greedy hole gripping my cock so well, taking rafey so well hm?”
despite his roughness, rafe continues to stroke your hair somehow comfortingly, tugging every few moments as the odd ring on his finger gets stuck in your locks.
“see bun? it’s okay, you’ve got me, fuck your parents yeah? jus’ need- m..me… rafe” he groans as he gets closer to his climax.
“god i’ve been waiting to do this for years..” he murmurs as he leans down to nibble your shoulder as he continues to ram into you unrelentingly, the wet sounds now more violent and vicious.
