there was not a single positive thing you could say about rafe cameron. asshole extraordinaire. the boy who’s been picking on you and making your life a living hell for as long as you can possibly remember. all the way from kindergarten to your senior year in high school, he’s been relentless. stealing your backpack and tipping the contents out in the middle of the corridor, classic. when you find peace at lunch time, he steals your tray, classic. catcalling and yelling at you with his cronies when you walk past in the halls, classic.

when you think you’ve managed to avoid him today you haven’t. he always finds a way to make your life miserable.

it used to just be name calling and hair pulling in the playground.

but now? now, his goal is to make you wish you were dead, clearly.

you sigh softly as you mull over the events of today. your knees pressing into your cream velvet stool.

1. rafe threw a rock hard apple at you.

2. rafe opened your locker and stole your lunch bag.

3. rafe called you a “miserable slut” whilst you walked past.

classics. playing some soft music, you stare into your vanity mirror and squeeze out the remaining water from your freshly washed hair. rafes probably having fun with his pals, plotting the next way to make me cry.. great, best look forward to tomorrow.. you think as you slip on your clean pajamas and apply a light body lotion to your skin, the light floral scent swarming your nose and pushing away the thoughts. you wander across your room to your double bed. the pale pink canopy wilting in the evening breeze currently drifting through the slightly ajar window. your plushies aligned perfectly on the side you don’t sleep, and the similar baby pink and cream blankets and throws that cover the sheets. the light rain taps against the window quietly, almost human like, begging to be let inside. turning off the various lamps that were casting a warm glow around your small room, you slip under the blankets and drift into safe sleep.

tap tap tap

you bolt upright, panting as you stare at your alarm clock on your bedside table.

02:01

it glares back at you. must’ve been a bad dream..

tap tap tap

just the rain.. it’s gotten heavier.. you groan as you lay back under the covers, tucking them under your chin.

tap tap tap

what the fu-

whispers.

“hello? who’s there?” you question. becoming more alert, you slip out of bed and scuttle towards your windows. two identical double-hung cream painted windows, currently covered with the same pale pink curtains your daddy used for your canopy. pulling the right window’s curtain back slowly, you sigh in relief. only for the tapping to start again.

tap tap tap

you drop the thin fabric, watching it float back into place from the evening breeze dancing through your other window. hastily stepping left to the other window and pulling back the curtain.

ta-

on the other side, rafe fucking cameron. his left hand raised and frozen, caught during his action of knocking at your window. his fingers adorned with his usual arrangement of gold rings. his knuckles, painted in a maroon. dried blood. his face? lip split, blood flowing freely into his mouth and down to his chin. his right eye, seems as if it’s been dipped in and out of an array of blue and purple paints. his bangs stick flat to his forehead, slick with rain. his what seems to be grey t-shirt, now practically black and plastered to his broad chest. and he’s smirking.

bastard!

you pull up the bottom half of you window, rain spilling onto your light oak floors, pooling like tears. “rafe?” heading tilting, you exclaim in confusion. “wh-what- it’s 2am!”

“i know- i know- just let me in goddamn it!” he hisses, glancing back at rest of your idyllic cul-de-sac in fear. the identical rainbow of houses wrapping around the weary asphalt road. the identical front porches, a rocking chair, a dog bed. the identical front gardens, a flower bed, a stray hose.

you hold out your hand, the harsh night rain pelting onto your skin. rafe grabs it, firm and solid as he clambers into your room.

shutting the window, you must admit the sight of him in your room is rather funny. this imposing, bloodied, muscular man stood in the midst of your bedroom. the same bedroom with plushies, makeup and frilly pastel lingerie scattered around.

shifting his weight slightly and wincing, rafe groans “look.. doll… i was hoping you’d patch me up?”

patch him up? that’s all? he hasn’t come to play some sick trick on you?

“is that all?” you mumble, terrified of what he has planned for you

he nods sharply. “oh..okay..” you murmur before practically running to your small en-suite to grab the first aid kit you keep in there.

scowering through the tiny cabinets that line one of the walls, you snatch the first aid kit and scamper back to rafe. rafe who is now sat on your bed. your pink bed.

letting out a small giggle at the sight, your hand smacks to your mouth in embarrassment.

“what’s funny doll?” rafe smirks, his lips curling softly at the edges, lifting his bloodied face in amusement.

“n-nothing..” you grumble as you hastily move to stand in front of him and you start attending to his various wounds.

a moment. two. three.

oh god this is horrible.. why you?!

“rafe?” you pause. “what happened? why are you here?”

he gaze flits up, meeting yours far too quickly. his ocean like pools of eyes flowing into your vision, consuming your mind.

“what happened?” you repeat softly, trying to break through his rough shell.

he scoffs, sharp. “nothing you should worry your pretty little head about doll. just boys being boys.”

“i mean-“ you question, growing bolder “why are you here?”

he sighs, clearly torn between telling you the truth and telling you lies. “look doll…” another sigh, his hand rakes down his face and his rings catch the dim glow of your fairy lights and lamps scattered around your room. “you-“ a sigh. “you were the only person i could come to.” he exhales sharply. twisting the signet ring on his index finger.

you scoff, sharp and dismissive. “no i wasn’t, you’ve come to play some sick prank on me. just get it over with rafe. please.” you retorted, leaving the room in silence. your manicured hands drift back to the horrible green first aid kit, laying open next to rafe’s thigh. reaching for some more gauze, his large hand engulfs yours.

“doll- please don’t think of me like that” rafe explains. his thumb starting to smooth your skin.

“like what?!” you snap and drop the gauze, tugging your hand out of his before turning your back on him and rummaging through your vanity. the bright white lights of the hollywood mirror shining in your eyes as you pull and rag open every draw possible. dying for a distraction. “think that you’re some bully? because you are rafe!” you pant, moving around your room. your feet connecting with the floorboards as you move swiftly, picking up stray clothes, panties and socks. shoving them into your wash basket before straightening your plushies that align your shelves. watching your with their black beaded eyes.

“doll!” he snaps. causing you to freeze and turn to him. “i’ll explain- but my eyebrow is still split..” he states reluctantly. you pad over to stand in front of him, legs unsteadily swaying as you gather the supplies and lean closer to him. holding your breath, your gentle hands working nimbly on his eyebrow. applying the gauze and tape steadily, despite the small pit of worry forming low within your stomach. you crouch slightly, making both of your eyes level. his ocean blue eyes pouring into your soul and drawing you in, like a fish on a hook. his calloused hands cradling the back of your neck, the immense heading overwhelming your senses. all you can feel is him. the coldness of each ring digging into your skin.

“doll..” he whispers, stroking the nape of your neck, fingers tangling and tugging in your hair, hauling you forwards until your lips crash together.

it’s not soft, nothing like you imagined your first kiss to be like. it’s all teeth and tongue. his teeth clashing against yours as he threatens to fuse himself with you. his tongue slipping past your agape mouth, exploring your mouth. his lips keep moving, his tongue sliding through your cheeks and teeth. it’s all passion, nothing soft, nothing gentle. it’s all rafe. all consuming. and before you know it, your tugged onto his lap. his hands roaming your curves, squeezing your ass whilst he tugs your hair. his hand trail up to your breasts, touching and kneading every inch of flesh on your body before he reaches them. suddenly, it’s all gone. all the heat, all the passion. his lips.

he’s stopped?

awkwardly blushing, you turn your head adverting your gaze. “oh god-“ you squeak, petrified. “i’m sorry! it was my first kiss and i..”

a rough hand in your jaw. his hand, snapping your head back in line with his.

“shut up.” he snaps before gesturing to the- oh fuck! that’s big!- the outline of his cock in his dark, rough denim blue jeans. still some blood splatted on in little drops every here and there but fuck.. that’s his dick?

you can feel the heat rushing to your face and tinging the tips of your ears pink.. “i.. i… i did that?” you mumble. your gaze looking at anywhere but his. looking past his shoulder, observing each of your plushies, looking at your nails, how the polish on your pinky has slightly chipped.

“look at me when i speak to you doll” he retorts, snatching your jaw in one rough hand again, his callouses a sharp contrast to your smooth skin. “you did that, and you’re going to sort it. understand?” his eyes locking on yours, searching for an answer.

“h-how..” you whisper, still trying to squirm away from him.

“suck me off on your knees in lingerie like a good pretty thing.” he grins wickedly, his dimples flashing in pure sadistic glee.

forcing your eyes shut as tightly as possible, trying to wake up from this some sort of dream or nightmare.

you can feel the wave of hot breath pass over your face as he scoffs and brings your face closer to his.

“i want you to choke on my cock doll.”

opening your eyes slowly, lushes fluttering weakly, like butterflies trapped in a cage. you stand. and start to work at taking off your pyjamas. peeling away your pale pink babydoll, you drop it in his lap as you stand there before him. in nothing but a matching bubblegum pink lace thong and identical lace bra.

“knees.” rafe commands, making a downwards movement with two fingers, before disregarding your babydoll behind him somewhere on the floor.

you drop to your knees and kneel as your eyes stayed glued to rafes movements. his belt buckle clinks as he slides it off and tosses it. the same with his dark denim jeans. and now all you can see is the angry red tip of his cock seeping with pre-cum as it peers out of his calvin klein’s. watching him sliding them down his muscular thighs and throw them onto your bed, you whine. thighs pressing together as you can’t help the wave of arousal that passes over you. parting your lips willingly, your tongue shoots out to the tip. lapping at the pre-cum like a kitten with milk. rafe shifts, pushing his hips up, forcing it into your mouth.

“do it fuckin’ properly yeah?” he threads his fingers into your locks once again at pushes your throat down. the warmth of your throat enclosing his veiny cock fully as you whine and gag.

“there we are huh.” a sharp laugh “fuck doll- i love this goddamn pretty mouth, so warm and soft..”

you blubber, gasp for air through your nose, beg to the gods above to keep your lungs working as you continue to choke around his thickness. tears streaming freely down your face, onto your neck and breasts. hollowing your cheeks, you attempt to at least try to bob your head up and down but fuck was it hard. fuck was his dick big. you can hear rafes moaning and profuse sounds floating out of his mouth get more excessive. until your head is suddenly pulled off him.

“‘m close..” rafe whines, as his hand wraps around the base of his angry cock an starts to pump up and down, up and down. you whine in unison, as you rest your cheek on his knee, rubbing it back and forwards. begging for more. “doll!-“ he moans as he strokes your damp hair and ropes of cum come shooting out of the head of his cock. dripping down your neck and onto your chest. “fuck.” he pants before pulling your onto his lap.

“is my little slut needy hm?” rafe asks, his head tilting to one side in mock concern before slipping off your tiny bra and ragging your panties down. pressing your fleshy thighs together in part need and part embarrassment, rafe scoffs and pries them open with both of his hands. “no hiding from me, i wanna see this little pussy, lay down.” he jerks his head in the direction of the rest of your bed, signalling for you to wait for him. you hum an agreement as you crawl from his lap onto your pink covers and bundles of blankets. you watch him closely as a wide smirk pulls against his face as he brings his eyes level to your still clamped shut thighs.

“ah ah, no hiding from me. what did i say doll? open.” he commands as he taps your thigh once.

immediately parting your thighs, you watch as his grin becomes bigger. you can see him inspecting over detail of your folds and nub, planning and plotting. “fuck doll..” he says with a low chuckle, “she’s so pretty and wet huh? and your damn hole is clenching on nothing… how about i change that hm?” he rumbles.

the word “change” shoots to your head. fuck! nodding over and over again, you let out a string of yeses and moans. pleading for his touch, his relief. feeling his fingers snake up your inner thigh and prod your glistening folds, you whine and buck your hips needily. “sh sh now doll, patience” he murmurs as you watch his tongue connect with your nub. letting out a shrill cry, his tongue plunges deeper into your hole. fuck he looked beautiful, his curtain bangs sweaty, dried blood crusting on his face and patches of tape and gauze laying dotted around his face.

“Could you stop looking like a kicked puppy. You’re acting like I made you come here at gun point.” You try not to roll your eyes as you follow your best friend into the house. People say hi to here and give you a once over before turning away. Great. “You practically did.” Melanie, your best friend, turns around to look at you. One of her manicured hands wraps around yours to pull you into an empty hallway. “If you want we can go back home.” The look on her face tells you she wants to stay.

Knowing her your whole life has its plus. You can see the sparkle in her eyes meaning she’s ready to party. You sigh and shake your head. “No you’re right. I need to put myself out there.” Her eyes get a bit brighter at your words. “Maybe getting out of the house is what I need.” She hugs you tightly. “Thank you.” Her happiness is enough to make you get through the rest of this night. You can get over yourself for one night.

Melanie drags you to the drinks table shoving a solo cup into your empty hands. Taking a sip, you cough at the taste, hating how it burns. The party seems to get louder with people yelling. That’s when you sense it. There’s a shift in the air and everything gets cold. “Actually I want to go back. I forgot I have a project I need to finish.” You don’t listen because you turn around and your eyes meet his. The same eyes that haunt all of your dreams. The same ones that broke you. Rafe Cameron stands there staring at you with a stupid smirk. Melanie pulls your hand drawing your attention to her. “Let’s just go.”

“I’m okay.”

She doesn’t really believe you. She dragged you out of the darkness he created. She knows how you truly feel. “I don’t want you near him.” Melanie maneuvers you out of the second kitchen door just as he came in. “It was a long time ago. Plus he’s left me alone since then.” Liar. You can’t tell you that he follows you in between classes just to mock you. That when he catches you talking to any guy he tells them how much of a ‘desperate bitch’ you are. Those words still haunt you to this day.

“Are you really that desperate to think I’d go for you? If me telling you how disgusting you are every day wasn’t clear enough – you are nothing. You’ll never be nothing.”

“We’ll leave whenever you want, okay?” Nodding along you try to ignore his presence. After a while you genuinely did. One drink turned into four and you finally felt free. It’s a feeling you haven’t felt since middle school. Because that’s when it started. Great, you’re thinking about him. The dress you wear rides up a bit as you sway along to the music. A body slides up behind you, hands finding your hips. Opening your eyes, you see Greg from your creative writing class. You smile up at him and turn around to throw your arms around his neck. 

Greg is the only guy that hasn’t run away from Rafe’s lies. The rest all fled at his horrendous stories of how you threw yourself at him. As if embarrassing you in front of the whole class in high school wasn’t enough. All of your humiliation seems to be the only thing that brings Rafe joy. It started in sixth grade when he realized you had a crush on him. You had grown up together so both of you knew everything about each other. Which means he knew exactly what could hurt you. And he did right in front of everyone in the hallway between classes. You had excused his rude words and mocking tone for so long. Hoping it was him still being hurt about what happened with his parents. But senior year sealed the deal.

Rafe Cameron just hates you.

Hatred is the only word that could describe it. The same hatred that stares at you as you dance with your friend. Tracking Greg’s hands as they guide up and down your sides. You watch him with a confused look not knowing why he’s even watching you. He made it clear you’re nothing to him, so why is he looking? The music around you picks up and strobe lights start to glow. Each flicker of the lights gives you a brief moment of him. Blackness envelopes you and then there he is staring. You keep dancing with Greg trying to ignore his presence. Then blackness envelopes you again but when you look back he’s closer. His eyes burn into yours every time the lights come back on.

Every drop of the lights draws him closer to you. Every muscle in your body is screaming for you to give Greg an excuse and just leave. But you don’t. Then just when you think he’s about to come for you there’s nothing. He was one step from you. The lights had gone out just to come back to show the crowded bodies. But no Rafe. You finally breathe, thankful that he didn’t ruin this.

Each song that plays cracks your resolve making you feel loose. It’s possible it’s all due to the alcohol but who cares. You lost Melanie a few songs ago. She went off with her newest fling to do god knows what. Leaving you with Greg who is rambling about the new story he’s writing for your class. “Looks like she had fun.” Your head snaps up, tuning back into the conversation. He tilted his head over to Melanie who was waltzing over to you. Her eyes are glowing and there’s a thin layer of sweat gleaming her skin. She’s fixing the hem of her dress right as she gets to you. “That good?” She looks over at Greg and nods. “That good.”

They share a look you really can’t decipher. “You know in the back hallway-” “Shut up Greg.” You stare at Melanie in disbelief at her tone. “I’m just saying I could show her.” She kicks him causing him to lift up his hands. “What am I missing?” Melanie rolls her eyes as she kicks Greg off of the couch. He grumbles something about grabbing another drink before leaving. “God I swear he’s annoying.” she steals your cup and takes a sip. “Just ignore him okay.” You look at her wanting to see what she’s hiding. “What’s in the back hallway?” A blush crosses her cheeks but she just shakes her head. “I don’t think it’s something you’re into.”

That’s the last thing she said about the cryptic hallway. Drunk people and drugs surround you. Greg and Melanie have their own conversation, not paying you mind. Giving you the perfect moment to slip away. Walking past a group of people you see a couple leaving a hallway giggling. With your interest peaked you head over not knowing what you were getting yourself into. Peaking your head around the corner you see Rafe and some of his friends. Kelce and Topper went to different colleges so it's his new dick head of friends. Not like the other two were better. “Just go already.” There’s a scoff. “No.”

“You lost and this was the price.” Murmurs fill the hallway before silence comes. Taking another look around the corner you see that they are all gone. Heading over to where they were standing you really don’t notice anything unusual.  There’s only two doors next to each other, while the rest of the walls are decorated. Testing one of the doors you realize it’s locked. Moving on to the next one you get success. The door opens showing a small room with a tv and some bean bags. There’s a coffee table in the middle of the room with what seems like porno magazines. Your face scrunches the thought of random people coming in here to get their rocks off.

A blinking light on the left side of the wall grabs your attention. The dim glow of a ready sign blinks slowly. Heading over to the wall you see a button. Curiosity wins as you press it, seeing another ready sign glow. Looking around the room you try to figure out what is happening. Turning back to the wall, taking a step closer you press your ear to the wall to hear something. Then something pokes your bare thigh. Looking down you see a hole in the wall and a dick sticking out through it. 

You take a step back out of instinct not knowing what to do. “I’m clean, don’t worry.” The voice from the other side is muffled but you swear you know it from somewhere. Schooling your breathing, you kneel down, nervous on where this is going. This certainly isn’t what you were expecting but you can’t help yourself. He has one of the biggest dicks you’ve ever seen. It’s girthy so you know it might be a struggle to fit him in your mouth. Or anywhere for that matter. It curves upwards a bit, making your mouth water from the thought of it hitting your g-spot.

Reaching forward, you take a hold of him and give him a squeeze. A moan comes from the other side of the wall as you start to pump him slowly. Spitting on the tip you lubricate your hand to help guide you. After a few strokes you bring yourself closer, licking the tip lightly. The taste of salt invades your mouth. His precum is salty and sweet at the same time making you want more of it. Should you really be doing this? Pushing the thought aside you wrap your mouth around his tip and deepthroat him.

A pounding sound startles you and the wall shakes. “Don’t stop.” Even though it’s muffled, you can hear the pleading pressure behind it. A shiver is sent down your spine at the thought of bringing some stranger pleasure. Increasing your pace, you take him as far as you can while using your other hand to stroke the rest. You keep gaging around him every time he reaches the back of your throat. Opening your eyes you see the flesh of his hip and upper thighs. His skin is so smooth. You want to reach through the opening but you stop when his hand comes into view. 

His hand holds the base of his cock as he starts to thrust forward. The combination of his thrusts and you bobbing your head has you reiling. You’re barely getting any air so your head is getting fuzzy. You pull back to catch some air and stare blankly at his hand. He’s stroking his base, waiting for you to return. But all you are looking at is his ring. The same one you’ve seen so many times before.

On his pointer finger sits a gold ring with the letters R.C. It’s the same family ring that Rafe always wears. “You okay, baby?” It’s still muffled but his voice is getting clearer now. You try to get back into the head space you were just in but you can’t. Thankfully when you don’t answer he retreats and you can finally breathe. There’s an ache between your thighs and when you try to stand up you can feel how wet you are. That shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did. Being with him shouldn’t have turned you on.

You’re still trying to compose yourself when the door opens and clicks shut. You whip around to come face to face with an equally as shocked Rafe. “You.” There’s malice behind his words. As if he is disgusted at the thought of you being the one sucking the soul out of him. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You narrow your eyes at him. “Didn’t say that a few seconds ago when I had you shoved down my throat.” His jaw clenches as silence fills the room. He takes a step closer and you can see that he still has his pants unbuckled. 

“So you followed me here? Thought you could finally get your chance with me?” Your blood boils at his insinuation. Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest. You want to add as much distance between you two so you step back. “Contrary to popular belief, I wasn’t obsessed with you. I thought we were friends but to you I was just a punching bag.” His eyes darken and he actually laughs at you. His feet drag along the floor as he walks over to you. Each step he takes, you take one back. Eventually you hit the back of the wall meaning you have nowhere else to go. 

“You really think I’m so stupid that I didn’t see the way you looked at me?” He tilts his head to the right, staring down at you. “You're just a pathetic nobody that thought you were special. I only tolerated you because of our parents.” The way he stares down his nose at you, pisses you off. He’s always been so full of himself. You don’t know why you even liked him when you were younger. You really thought there was something different about him but he’s proved time and time again that he’s evil. “Cut me a fucking break Cameron. You’re still the same broken boy that came running crying to me after mommy left.”

Taking a step forward you decide to fight back for the first time in your life. “You’re so fucked up that she ran just to get away from you. I only stuck around because I pitied you. The little boy whose mommy left them. Not to mention how much daddy hates you.” There’s a snap in his expression. He’s always looked mad at the world but in this moment he looks murderous. In a flash a hand wraps around your throat constricting your airway. You claw at his wrist trying to get him off but it’s useless.

“Choose your next words wisely.” There’s a snarl in his voice. “If I remember correctly you kissed me saying how you always liked me. You can’t rewrite history.” His grip gets a little tighter, almost cutting off all air flow. “A mistake on my end. Not much to like anyway.” Your chest heaves up and down. With each breath your nipples brush against his chest making them harder. “A mistake.” He repeats back, trying to see if that’s really what you said. “Yeah, isn’t that what your dad said about you? Let me guess you decided to hurt me to make yourself feel better.” Rafe’s breathing picks and his grip tightens to the point that you feel it behind your eyes.

He lifts you slightly making you claw and kick at him to let you go. Blood rushes through your ears making everything sound funny. Your chest rises and falls at a fast pace before starting to slow. In a thud, you fall to the floor when he lets you go. It takes you a moment to catch your breath but it didn’t last long. Using the fact that he had his pants unbuttoned–he pulls them down to expose himself. He strokes his dick right in front of your face and uses his other hand to hold you by your hair. There’s a smirk on his face that makes you feel nervous.“Good to see you finally found a backbone.” He keeps stroking himself and you just feel frozen in this position.

“I like it when they fight.”

The tip of his cock pokes your lips, moving just as you part them to rub along your cheek. Pre-cum stains your skin as he keeps rubbing the head of his dick along your skin. His eyes follow the movement. He taps your lips letting you open them before shoving in. Your eyes close on instinct, moaning around his shaft as he thrusts into you. He pulls tightly at your hair making you open your eyes to look at him. There’s a spark in his eyes you haven’t seen in years. He’s hitting the back of your throat causing your gag reflex to be in overdrive. Which only made his thrust faster when you constricted around him. The hand that’s not holding your head travels to the straps of your dress. 

Rafe toys with the thin fabric while he keeps using your mouth. Your panties are becoming soaked with each thrust. If you asked yourself a few weeks ago if you’d like this, you would have said no. But being here right now is proving you wrong. All you want is for him to keep going and maybe go even further. As if he’s read your mind he drags the strap over your shoulder until your left breast is exposed. He does the same thing to the next strap so your top half is exposed to him. He slaps your cheek leaving a red mark from how hard it is. His hands go back to your hair to grip it.

Using the leverage he drags you along his dick. He holds your head down for a moment, making you deep throat him. He keeps you there restricting your air flow. When he drags you off, you gulp down any air you can get before he continues. His thrusts start to stutter then go back to their pace. “Shit.” It's a whisper but you heard it.

Rafe pulls out, gripping the base of his cock hardly to subside the impending orgasm. “Touch yourself.” The demand doesn’t help the throbbing you are feeling between your legs. When you don’t move quick enough for him, he pulls you up and moves you to the bean bags. Pushing you down into it, he pulls the other one to be right in front of you. “Pull up the dress and touch yourself. Or I’ll do it for you.” Tingles are sent down your spine as you just stare at him. “You can’t be serious.”

You don’t like the smirk he has as he strokes himself. It’s not his usually cocky one that he makes a show of wearing. No this is something more sultry. “As a heart attack. Now touch yourself.” Your heart flutters at the old dad joke you used to say. The same one he mocked until you refused to say it. He goes to make a move and you beat him to it. Pulling up the dress you present him with the black lace panties you are wearing. “Did you wear those for me?” You scoff at his audacity and just move on. “You wish.” Your panties glide down your leg exposing you to him. 

Every second that passes causes the fire in you to keep building. His stare isn’t letting up. You can feel a hole being burned into you as you tease yourself. Running a finger along your clit you moan. The leather like material of the bean bags squeaks with your movement. Lightly your fingers keep rubbing circles and sometimes dipping into your center to put on a show. Doing this in the comfort of your own room is so different from doing it in front of Rafe. Your head is everywhere with so many different thoughts. You really shouldn’t be doing this.

This is Rafe. The same boy who broke you in front of so many people just for his own pleasure. “Don’t stop.” He gets off the bean bag to kneel in front of you. His hands find your knees, slowly making their way up. Your breathing gets heavy as the smallest inkling of an orgasm builds. You squirm in his hold, increasing the pace of your fingers wanting to chase that feeling. The ceiling you were just staring at disappears as you close your eyes. Giving Rafe the perfect opportunity for Rafe to lean down and lick your pussy lips. Your eyes snap open to look just as he removes your hand so he can suck on your clit. 

Hooking his arms under your thighs, he pulls you closer to smother his face with you. His eyes are interlocked with yours, watching you fall apart. Your mouth drops open in a moan when he pushes a finger into you. Based on how wet you are he could probably just slide right in. A thought that made him even harder than he already is. The groan he lets out sends vibrations through your pussy making you cum on the spot. You clench around his fingers, spasming as he sucks harder onto your clit. The feeling prolongs, sending wave after waves. Just when you think you’re going to cum again he stops. 

He licks his lips clean and gives your thigh a kiss before biting it lightly. You wince at the feeling but it doesn’t last long. “Turn around.” He leans back and slaps the side of your thigh then helps you get on your knees. Your upper half is thrown over the top of the bean bag while your knees dig into the floor. Large hands rub against your ass cheeks giving them a squeeze. His thumb grazes over your folds spreading your slickness. Guiding his tip to your entrance, he lathers himself with your juices. “For all of that talk about hating me.” You look over your shoulder to look him in the eye. “You seem to be very impatient about fucking me.”

His grip on your ass cheek gets tighter just before he plows into you. Pausing for a moment he lets you adjust to his size. More like he takes a moment to compose himself because you’re right. “Just fulfilling your wildest dreams.”  He leans over your body to whisper in your ear. “I still remember what your diary said.” Heat floods your body but not in a good way. The same embarrassment you felt back then comes flooding back. Of course he still remembers what it says. He took time memorizing it just to recite it at the school talent show. “Fuck you.”

You try to push him off of you but he holds your head down and starts thrusting. “Wasn’t that the fantasy? To finally feel how it is for me to be inside you.” You try to push back again but it only makes you thrust back into him. He grabs your arms holding them out so you're practically suspended in the air. In this position he spears into you, hitting your g-spot over and over again. With each thrust your tits bounce . It’s harsh as he uses his grip to have you match his thrusts. His touch is making everything hazy. He moves one of your arms so he has two in one hand. The other hand reaches over to tug at your nipple.

You moan and arch your back, leaning away from his touch. “Couldn’t believe you could write such dirty shit.” His voice is right in your ear, bringing flashbacks to the forefront of your mind. “What was it that you said? ‘I wish he would just hold me down and just fuck me already. I want him to just mark me as his because I am.’ Gotta say almost had me.” He increases his thrusting and pushes you back into the bean bag. His right hand holds your head down. Pushing you into the material to the point you can barely breathe.

“Or my favorite. ‘I want him to sneak through my window and cover my mouth as he fucks me. Telling me that no one can hear us.’ Really kinky for you.” Tears sting your eyes as you try to fight a sob. You don’t know if it’s from the embarrassment or due to the pleasure he’s giving you. But it doesn’t matter because his next words stun you. “Should’ve done it.” His thrusts slow down a bit like his words stunned him too. “Shut up.”

He thrust in at a steady pace, removing his hands from you completely. “I would have done it if things were different.” A pang struck your heart at the words. “I would have snuck into your room every night. Fuck you every chance that I get because I can’t get enough of it.” His words are sending a fire through you in the best way possible. The emotional whiplash is getting to you, making your orgasm tetter on the edge.

Your ears start to buzz. Nothing really makes sense anymore but him. At this moment you really don’t care who he is. All that matters right now is the pleasure he’s giving you. You can hate yourself later but right now you are going to enjoy it. A hot sizzling pain shoots through you. Your right ass cheek burns and you let out a half scream that’s also a moan. His other hand rubs your clit, sending you over the edge. Your orgasm eases the pain from whatever happened to your ass. The tip of his cock keeps rubbing your g-spot prolonging the pleasure until it becomes too much. 

He pulls out and yanks you to kneel in front of him as he stands over you. Without being told anything you open your mouth and lick his tip. Rafe strokes his dick as he holds you in place to paint your face in cum. It covers most of your face, getting into your eyes covering your vision. A finger wipes it from your eyes and Rafe watches you as he licks him cum off of his finger. “What did you do?” You go to touch your ass to ache the pain you’re feeling. He grabs your wrist and hauls you up to him. Grabbing your face, he starts to lick off his cum before feeding it to you.

Your lips meet him, devouring the taste of him on your tongue. He’s holding you so tight that it hurts. You can feel some of your hairs pulling out from his grip on your hair. Rafe disconnects from the kiss and guides you over to a mirror on the wall. He turns you so you’re face to face and moves your head. You can see remnants of cum on your face making your cheeks heat. Roaming your eyes down your body, you land on a red mark on your ass check. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. 

Turning back around, you punch him repeatedly trying to express your frustration. “You fucking branded me?” All he did was smirk at you. It was like you weren’t pissed at him at all. Of course to him this would be funny. His hand lifts in the air to show off his stupid gold ring. The R.C looks less shiny as it once was. Probably from the heat he applied to it so he could mark you. “Now you know who you belong to.” His hand wraps around your throat bringing you in for another kiss. 

“I'm not done with you yet.”

“B-but why would he do that?” You sobbed. “It’s so hard to make new friends here!”

“I know sweetheart,” your mother looked down at you sadly. “Is this the first time something like this has happened?”

“No! He made fun of my clothes on my first day. He said I look poor and he would know since he’s rich.” You cried louder, remembering how upset his words had made you. “A-and then all of the girls wouldn’t stop grabbing my skirt or pinching me because he told them to.”

“Have you told the teacher about this?” Your mother asked. You had reached the car now and she helped you into your seat and buckled you in.

“They just ignored me! Rafe gets away with everything,” you grumbled.

“Maybe he’s got a crush on you, Y/N,” your dad jokingly teased from the front of the car and you gagged loudly.

“Ew! No! I hate him! I would never like him in a million years!” You angrily exclaimed.

“Well, I’ll call the school and let them know he’s causing problems. He shouldn’t be able to get away with this without punishment.”

What your parents had a much harder job explaining to you was how powerful money is, and how unfair the world is.

Three parent-teacher meetings with your parents and Rafe’s accomplished little to nothing. If anything, the attention that you had brought to his behavior only made it worse.

It was remarkable how sneaky he could be in his torment of you, always waiting for the teacher’s back to turn before pinching your arm hard enough to make you scream, and bringing the teacher’s attention back to you only for you to be chastised for interrupting class.

He would accuse you of looking at his quizzes, all the while he was cheating off of you.

Any craft or art project that you worked on would mysteriously turn up damaged or missing, getting you in more trouble with the teacher for not completing work.

By the last day of 5th grade, you were thrilled to be heading off to a different middle school than Rafe.

And for three blissful years, you were safe from his cruelty. In fact, Rafe Cameron had become all but a distant memory by the time you reached high school.

Excited by your high grades in middle school and how fast you were learning the material, your parents saved up their money to put you into the best high school in Outer Banks, one that was populated mostly by rich Kooks.

You were so excited to start high school at such a nice school! It was very obvious to you that you were in Kook territory given how well funded it was, and you hoped that despite your Pogue status, you would be able to make friends.

When you realized one of your closest elementary school friends who had switched schools in the 7th grade was at the same school, you were over the moon.

Linking arms with Olivia, she gave you a quick tour of the school before leading you over to your locker. After several attempts, you opened it and loaded your things inside.

“I’ve already made so many friends and we haven’t even started classes yet!” Olivia giggled.

“Really??” You asked. If Olivia was making friends this quickly, maybe it would be okay for you.

“Yeah! And there’s sooo many cute guys here! Like Brady, Joey, Daevon, Rafe, Aaron L, Aaron R, although Aaron D is straight up fugly.”

“Wait hold on, did you say Rafe? As in Rafe Cameron?” Your stomach dropped at the thought of running into him.

Even though it had been three years and you hoped that he had changed, you couldn’t help but feel apprehension at his name.

“Oh yeah, he’s sooo cute!” Olivia gushed, looking around the hall quickly before meeting your eyes again. “Why? What’s up? Do you have a crush on him too?”

“Well, I haven’t seen him in so long, but the last time I did, he was basically my bully in elementary school,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation.

“Wait, what?? That was Rafe?!”

“What did I do?” A familiar voice from behind you made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you swiveled around to come face to face with the last person you wanted to see right now.

His face had changed and he was obviously much taller than he had been when you last saw him (you both were), but there was no mistaking his face.

He took you in for a moment, eyes widening when he recognized you.

“No way, Y/N Y/L/N, is that really you?” His voice was incredulous and you had never wished more that you would just evaporate.

“In the flesh,” you nervously joked.

“Hi Rafe!” Olivia excitedly greeted him, but he ignored her, much to her dismay.

“Y/N um, you know…” he paused, looking a bit pained. “I uh, I feel kinda bad about how I treated you back then, that was so long ago now though.”

He laughed and you reluctantly joined in.

“But anyways, I uh- wanna make it up to you, you should come sit with my friends at lunch today.”

His offer shocked you and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a few moments with raised eyebrows.

“Is this a joke?”

“No,” he quickly responded, looking to the ground with embarrassment burning across his cheeks. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

You glanced over at Olivia who gave you an encouraging grin, looking a little jealous herself.

“Um, I guess! Thanks Rafe!” You smiled at him and he mumbled a goodbye before running off to class.

Olivia squealed with excitement before pulling you into a tight hug, “OMG!!! Y/N!! He is so into you!”

“No way! He’s probably just trying to put the past behind us,” you rolled your eyes at Olivia’s enthusiasm.

However, as lunch approached, you found butterflies growing in your stomach. Were you scared or nervous? Why?? It was just lunch. Rafe did look very different, and you couldn’t deny that he was a little cute, but you still felt anxious to see what lunch would bring.

The bell rang out, releasing you from your last class before lunch. Your stomach was in knots as you walked to the cafeteria. You grabbed your food slowly, letting people filter into the seats and trying to spot Rafe.

He confidently walked in with his friends in tow, all of them laughing loudly as they made their way to a table near the back of the cafeteria.

You swallowed your nerves, clutching your lunch tray tightly before approaching their table.

Rafe stood up, grinning at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to a seat before pushing you down onto it, “here, sit next to me.”

He sat beside you introducing you to all of his friends at the table, “that’s Topper, Kelce, Byce, and Joey.”

“Hi,” you nervously told the boys your name.

After meeting them, the conversation moved on to discussing all of the cool things they had done this summer. You even chimed in yourself and they all seemed interested in what you had to say.

Rafe opened his lunchbox before sighing in disappointment and chuckling, “my dumbass parents forgot the silverware again.”

He looked down at his leftover spaghetti, seemingly with no fork or spoon in sight.

Feeling like you wanted to repay Rafe for inviting you to sit with him and his friends, you told him you could grab it.

When you stood and turned to walk away, you heard the entire table break out into loud laughter.

You whipped around, nervously meeting Rafe’s eye.

“What’s so funny?” You demanded, raising your voice to cut through their snickers.

Your panic caught the attention of the students around you, who also began laughing.

“Looks like Aunt Flo is in town, Y/L/N.” Rafe cackled, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized what was going on.

On the seat that you had just been in, beside Rafe, you could see red paint drying to the seat.

Without thinking, you reached behind and your heart clenched when you felt wetness on your bottom, and you looked down to see the same red paint now smeared on your hand.

Rafe and his friends burst into laughter, along with the other tables that had been nearby when you stood up.

The cacophony caught the attention of the other students seated further away, who noticed your seemingly blood stained shorts and started laughing along at you.

You had never felt so publicly shamed in your life, and you realized that you were dead wrong to assume that Rafe had changed at all.

You didn’t think he could ever turn over a new leaf now.

Hot tears sprang to your eyes as you ran out of the cafeteria, sprinting to a bathroom stall to lock yourself in as you cried.

After 5 minutes of ugly sobbing, you finally collected yourself and decided to go to the front office to see if they could help you.

Not wanting to mention the fact that you had been pranked, you tied your sweater around your waist and asked them if they had shorts you could borrow.

Luckily enough for you, they did and you were able to get changed as everyone in the lunch period filtered out to their next classes.

You grabbed a note from the office before rushing to your class, 3 minutes after the final bell had rung.

Entering the classroom, you tried to ignore the soft chuckled and looks of recognition you got, but your stomach clenched when you realized there was only one seat left.

Right in front of Rafe.

He sneered at you as you sat down, and you did your best to ignore him.

Halfway through class, his hot breath at your ear nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Why were you so late to class, huh? Already running to mommy and daddy to tattle?” His whispered voice gave you chills and you ignored him, with great difficulty.

After whispering to you several more times and trying to get a rise out of you, he seemingly gave up.

Until you felt his finger hook underneath your bra strap at your back, pulling it back before snapping it against your skin.

You let out a gasp before spinning around in your chair to glare at him, “what’s your problem?!”

Rafe’s lips curled into a small smirk before responding, “what? I didn’t do anything.”

At this point your English teacher had noticed your outburst, walking over to you and Rafe with a stern look.

“Why are you disrupting my lesson? This better be good.”

You parted your lips, ready to respond, but Rafe beat you to it.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her, she just snapped at me,” he laid the charm on thick and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s lying!”

“Quiet, both of you! I don’t want to hear a word from either of you the rest of this class.” She chastised you, and you felt your cheeks burn with shame.

It just reminded you of him getting you in trouble years ago and you couldn’t believe that history was repeating itself.

The rest of your freshman year was no easier, with Rafe continuing to torture you and try to get you in trouble at school.

He never missed an opportunity to call you a ‘dirty Pogue,’ or shove you against the hard lockers whenever he spotted you in the hall.

Of course, no matter how many times you reported this to the school, often with witnesses, they always had their hands tied behind their back and deep in the pockets of Ward Cameron, who used his money and influence to shield his golden child of any and all consequences for his actions.

Sophomore year, his preferred method of torture was having his buddies pick on you in gym class. They would pummel you with dodgeballs as you huddled in the corner, the gym teacher laughing too hard to stop them.

Junior year, he broke into your locker, stealing all of your textbooks and breaking the locker door. Conveniently, the cameras were down that day and because you couldn’t prove that Rafe had done it, you and your parents had to pay for new textbooks and a new locker door.

Senior year, he and all of his friends on the football team took immense sadistic pleasure from whistling at and catcalling you whenever they saw you, albeit in or out of school.

You never assumed that he had suddenly had a change of heart about you and was now interested in you. No, you knew that this was just Rafe trying to get under your skin and make you as uncomfortable as possible.

To him, harassing you had clearly become a game, one that you were growing extremely weary of as it went ignored by school staff for longer and longer.

The sick grin that would spread across his face as you squirmed in front of him proved how much he enjoyed toying with you.

Despite Rafe literally chasing you down the hallway while repeatedly calling you a ‘slut’ at full volume because you had worn a shorter skirt to school than usual one time, none of the teacher or administrators ever took your side.

For four years, Rafe Cameron made your life a living hell, and you still just couldn’t understand why.

Yes, he hated Pogues, that much was clear to you after seeing his treatment of your friends, but he seemed to harbor a deeper resentment towards you than he did towards anyone else.

No one else was ever on the receiving end of such hateful and calculated behavior, and your friends all agreed that he seemed to have it out for you specifically.

When graduation rolled around, you were less excited about graduating high school than you were to finally be done with Rafe.

Considering the fact that you were off to college while he was going to community college in Outer Banks also gave you a sense of pride. Despite his wealthy background and many privileges, you were still starting your future on a better foot, looking forward to attending Duke University on a full ride scholarship.

Your first year there was a dream come true, a whirlwind of meeting new friends, working hard in your classes, and going out to parties for the first time.

Without Pogue vs Kook bullshit poisoning the air, you found that you were finally able to be yourself and find your real identity.

Dating was still somewhat new to you, but you had at the very least lost your virginity first semester of college on a hookup with a cute guy.

It wasn’t anything special, but it could have been worse, and you were just excited to get more experience as college went on.

After the second semester ended, you packed up your dorm room to move back to Outer Banks for the summer, excited to reconnect with old friends.

Which is how you found yourself in the front seat of your friend’s car, parked in the driveway outside of a huge house party as you quickly fixed your make up last minute.

“Let’s go, Y/N! My pregame buzz is already starting to wear off!” Olivia complained from the backseat and you quickly put away your makeup before giving yourself a once over in the car mirror.

“Are you really trying that hard to impress Outer Banks boys when the Duke hotties are just a summer away??” Jade asked beside you.

“I just want to be ready for whatever the night brings,” you giggled. “I’m keeping my options open for now.”

The girls laughed along with you.

“Well you look hot as fuck already, let’s gooo!” Jade opened her car door and stepped out before you could get another word in.

“Okay, fine!”

You stepped out of the car, feeling very confident in your short party dress and heels.

Walking up to the large, imposing house, you could already hear the music pulsing loudly from inside. There were people standing outside to talk and you recognized one or two of them, saying “hi!” on your way in.

Everything was much louder inside the luxurious house, which was absolutely packed with people. The deep bass of the music rumbled throughout the house, rattling around in your ribcage.

Since Olivia and Jade had gone to parties here before, you let them lead you into the kitchen where the drinks were.

A large variety of beers, hard liquor, seltzers, and jungle juice greeted you inside, but you headed straight for the jungle juice.

“Ooh it’s blue tonight!” Olivia noticed, “I bet it’s gonna be super sour.”

You poured yourself a glass before taking a sip to try it. It tasted like blue raspberry, and the alcohol level made you gag in surprise at first, but on the second try you found that you liked it a lot.

“It’s good! Wait should we all do a shot together too?” You locked eyes with your friends, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

“Fuck yes,” Olivia cheered.

“I’m in!” Jade added and you poured out 3 shots.

Grabbing your shot glass, you raised it up, along with the other girls.

“Cheers!” You clinked them together, then tapped it down onto the table once before throwing it back.

“Okay, can we find the hot guys now?” Olivia joked and you nodded in agreement, reaching to pick up your drink.

Your hand slipped as you grabbed the plastic glass however, and it fell off the counter, spilling it’s contents all over the floor.

“Shit!” You cursed, looking around for some paper towels.

Your friends grabbed a roll off the fridge and handed it to you.

“Ugh I’m sorry!” You apologized as you got onto your hands and knees to clean up the mess. “Hey, you guys should scope out the people in the next room.”

“Ooh that’s a good idea! Let’s go Liv!” Jade grabbed Olivia by the arm and pulled her out of the kitchen, leaving you alone to mop up the sticky drink with paper towels.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Rafe’s easily recognizable drawl made goosebumps erupt across your skin, and you froze in place. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

All of the sounds of the party seemed to zone out as you quickly stood up, turning to face him.

When you looked up at the man who now towered far above you, you could tell that he had changed in the year since you last saw him.

Rafe had never been a skinny guy, especially when he had played football throughout high school, but now he seemed more ripped than you had ever seen him. Clearly he had been using a lot of his time away from school to build up his physique.

You also noticed that he seemed to have grown into his face more, looking more lean and handsome than he did in high school.

The smirk that was plastered on his face was all too familiar to you though. It was the look he always had when he was playing games with you.

“Hi, Rafe,” you nervously answered. “I could say the same.”

He paused, his gaze flitting down before slowly working its way up your body. His blue eyes narrowed as they met yours and you repressed a full body shiver.

“It’s my house,” he took a step closer to you and you instinctively took one back. He chuckled at that. “That’s why I’m so surprised to see you, ‘specifically looking so dolled up.”

His words surprised you and you mentally kicked yourself for not pressing the girls for more details about whose party you were going to.

Honestly you were just surprised and a little hurt that Olivia and Jade would choose to bring you here knowing your history with Rafe.

“I- I had no clue this was your house,” you stammered, taking another step back to create more space between you and the taller man.

Despite the muffled sounds of the party around you, and the knowledge that your friends were just down the hall, you felt so incredibly alone in the now all too cramped kitchen.

“How’s Duke been treating you?” His face was even, but his nasally tone betrayed a hint of disdain.

“It’s been…” you paused, unsure what the best thing to say would be. “It’s been really good. My first year was easier than I expected, but still interesting.”

He was silent, just studying your face for a moment. Rafe’s nose twitched before he let out a flat, “that’s good.”

Already feeling a heightened anxiety from being around him, and feeling distrustful about his questions, you were ready to exit this conversation.

With your drink clutched in your hand, you made a weak excuse about needing to catch up with Olivia and Jade before trying to walk around him.

You were shocked however when he suddenly moved as you walked by, his fingers wrapping around your arm just above your elbow and stopping you in your tracks.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” You demanded, looking up at him in confusion and trying to tug your arm out of his grasp.

He moved in front of you, blocking your exit path with his grip still firm on your arm.

“C’mon, wait a second, I- I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I know I was really an asshole to you when we were younger, but that was so long ago, y’know? Could you just let me apologize to you?”

His words came out somewhat stammered, but still confident, and due to the forced proximity you could probably deduce why.

Rafe’s pupils were blown wide, his free hand gesturing in a jittery manner that could only point to one conclusion.

He was high as fuck.

“Please just- let go of me!” You begged with him again.

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening in annoyance as he looked down his nose at you. Rafe huffed, his lips parting to say something else but he was interrupted.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?”

You had never felt happier to hear Olivia’s voice. Glancing over Rafe’s shoulder, you could see her and Jade standing in the doorway glaring at Rafe.

Rafe immediately released you and you quickly rushed over to your friends.

“We were just catching up,” Rafe spoke with a casual ease as he turned to face you, like he hadn’t just cornered you all alone at his party. It reminded you of all of the times you had tried to report him to teachers, only for him to sweet talk his way out of punishment.

“See ya around, Y/N.”

You shot him a dirty look before rushing out of the kitchen with Olivia and Jade in tow.

“What was that??” Jade asked as soon as the three of you were in the crowded living room.

“Better question, did you guys know this was Rafe Cameron’s house?” You angrily asked them.

You were still feeling shaken by the interaction. Maybe you should have anticipated that he would at the very least be at this party, but you had never expected he would be the one hosting it.

Olivia’s face dropped and she anxiously apologized, “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I honestly figured we wouldn’t run into him since there’s always just so many people here.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed. “He’s just being his normal, weird and creepy self. We probably won’t even see him again the rest of the night.”

You took a large swig of your drink to calm your nerves.

What this night needed was a distraction from Rafe Cameron, and you, Jade, and Olivia were still determined to have a good time tonight.

The three of you walked through the large house, coming across many familiar faces from high school.

Even while catching up with old friends though, you felt incredibly uneasy.

The feeling that there was a pair of eyes trained on you was burning at the back of your neck, and you weren’t surprised when you peeked behind yourself at one point to spot Rafe standing about 10 feet away among a group of guys.

Even when you met his gaze, his eyes didn’t flick away, and you shivered as he took a long drink from his solo cup, eyes never leaving yours.

Turning away from him and tuning your attention back into your friends, you couldn’t help but question yourself.

Were you crazy or was he looking at you differently?

The only times that he had even shown any interest in talking with you was before he was about to publicly humiliate you in some horrible way, but this time felt different.

There was something more behind his eyes that you couldn’t identify that raised alarms in your head.

No matter where you, Jade, and Olivia went, it seemed like Rafe wasn’t far behind. Despite joining the different groups nestled just out of view, you would catch a glimpse of him that would spike your pulse.

Your paranoia didn’t want you to get another drink. You felt almost unreasonably nervous about what might happen if Rafe trapped you alone, but you felt reassured by Jade and Olivia’s presence, emboldening you to serve yourself one more cup of the jungle juice.

That confidence quickly fizzled however, when halfway through finishing your drink, Jade found a cute guy to hook up with and split off from you and Olivia.

Olivia was quick to leave as well, despite your pleas that she stay with you, “there’s plenty of people you know here, Y/N! Just lighten up a bit, you’ll be fine!”

With neither of your friends beside you, you suddenly felt very alone and you looked around the room, hoping to find any high school acquaintances you could catch up with to avoid the awkward nervousness you felt right now.

Unluckily, you didn’t recognize anyone, so you threw back the rest of your drink and started making the rounds.

Downstairs yielded no results, so you made your way upstairs, hoping to find either Olivia and Jade or other friends to talk to.

You checked several rooms only to be unsuccessful in finding anyone that you knew.

Jade and Olivia hadn’t been responding to your texts and you were starting to get annoyed.

Upon finding another empty bedroom, you frustratedly sat down, pulling your phone out of your pocket to call one of them.

The sound of the door closing caught your attention, and you raised your head to see Rafe Cameron standing in front of the now closed bedroom door.

“Rafe?” Confusion tinged your shaky voice as you sat up, staring at him in the dimly lit room.

He got closer to the bed, never taking his eyes off of you. “D’you have any clue how crazy you drove me all through high school?”

A pit began to form in your stomach at his words and your throat felt tight as you looked up at the imposing blond.

His hair was disheveled, words slurring together as his angry blue eyes cut through you.

“What the hell are you talking about? If I remember correctly, you were the one torturing me!” You snipped back at him.

“You have no idea-” he sniffed, rubbing a shaky finger under his nose. “You think you’re so much better than me, hm?”

Rafe took another step closer and you shrunk in on yourself nervously, eyes darting to the door behind his looming figure. He seemed much more drunk and high now, a fact that made you even more uncomfortable.

“I- I don’t think that Rafe,” you stammered. “I never said that-”

“You didn’t have to, Y/N,” he bitterly sneered. “Y’moved out of Outer Banks for a year and now you think that makes you feel so high and mighty around the rest of us.”

“Rafe-”

“What makes you so special, hm?” He spat out, moving closer, now inches away from where you sat on the bed.

Your body was buzzing with anxious energy, but you felt frozen to the spot, completely caught off guard by this outburst from Rafe. There was nothing you could do to get yourself to move.

You had encountered Rafe when he had been drunk or high several times before, he was no stranger to coming to high school intoxicated. But you had never been trapped alone with him and completely at his mercy before and you couldn’t push down the nagging feeling that something awful was about to happen if you didn’t leave the room.

“You’re just Pogue trash, and let’s be real, it won’t be long till you fail out of college and you’re walking the streets of Outer Banks like the slut you are,” he growled and your cheeks heated up in anger.

You brought one arm up to push him back from you, but he snatched your wrist, fingers tightening around you painfully.

You let out a cry when he twisted your arm behind your back and he chuckled at the tears kissing your waterline.

“Still just the same uptight bitch you’ve always been, huh?” His eyes flitted down to your lips for a moment. He was so close you could clearly smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

“Let go of me, Rafe,” you whispered, voice shaking with fear. Sure, Rafe had been a nightmare before, but you never even imagined he would take it this far.

The taller man let out a short chuckle that sent a chill up your spine.

“Or what?” He smirked down at you, clearly enjoying your dismay at the situation he had forced you into. “Gonna tattle to a teacher?”

Your chest and throat felt tight, panic beginning to build inside you as you tried to deny what you were sure couldn’t be true.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Rafe.” You weakly tried, desperately hoping that this was just another one of his twisted pranks that he was taking too far to watch you squirm.

“You still think this is a joke, sweetheart?” He sneered, Figure Eight cockiness dripping from his nasally voice.

Time seemed to slow as Rafe leaned down, his lips covering yours as he released your wrist and locked his arm around the small of your back.

For a moment you were too shocked to react, but you quickly reached one arm up to push at his chest. Instead of pushing him away from you however, your force made you fall back against the bed, bringing him down with you.

He shamelessly grabbed at your waist, before trailing up, hands reaching past the neckline of your dress and traveling up to grope your tits as his lips found yours again.

You could barely process what was happening, your head still spinning from the alcohol. Rafe’s lips moved against yours, trailing across your cheek when your turned your head away from him to gasp for air.

One of his hands roughly grabbed your chin, pulling your jaw back towards him, and your stomach flipped at the feeling of him pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning into the kiss.

When he shifted on top of you, grabbing your legs and spreading them apart, you struggled against him. Squirming on the bed, you managed to crawl away from him a bit, but his large hands grabbed your legs, pulling you back underneath him.

You froze when his fingers wrapped around your throat and you looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes.

“Stop fucking moving,” he huffed, forcing his free hand between your legs. He roughly pushed your dress up, pausing when he drank in your pink, lacy panties underneath.

Rafe licked his lips, a cruel smirk spreading across his face, “guess you’re not so innocent anymore, huh?”

Tears filled your eyes as you squirmed beneath him and the hand at your throat pressed down harder, pinning you in place.

His fingers ghosted over your core and you tilted your hips away from him, squeezing your thighs shut against his wandering hand.

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, his blue eyes darkening as he scowled down at you.

“Y’know, I was almost gonna be nice to you…” His scowl disappeared as he trailed off, his pink lips curving into a sick grin. “But if you want to make this difficult, I can make it difficult too.”

You watched with fearful eyes as he reared one hand back, unable to flinch away due to his iron grip on your throat.

The cacophony of the party muffled your cry of pain when he slapped you hard. His golden rings made your cheek sting even more and you couldn’t stop your tears from spilling over.

Your ears were still ringing when you felt his hand leave your throat, but you were too dazed from the slap to react. Rafe’s impatient fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Time slowed as you could hear your heart thundering in your chest and you leaned up on your elbows to watch Rafe push his shorts down before palming his already hard cock. He was bigger than the guy you lost your virginity to, and much thicker.

Tongue thick and heavy in your mouth, you tried to tell him to stop, but the blood was rushing in your ears so loudly you couldn’t hear your own voice.

Rafe heard you though, and you watched him roll his eyes before ignoring your pleas.

He shifted on top of you, roughly parting your legs before placing himself between them. The blond wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to your core and you struggled beneath him when he dragged the tip along your already slick lips.

“Fuck-” his low groan made your stomach flip. You reached up one hand to weakly push at his shoulders, but he swatted you away.

There was nothing you could do but watch as he planted one hand on the mattress to brace himself before pushing the tip of his cock between your folds and forcing himself inside your tight cunt.

“Rafe-” Your protest was cut off when his hand slapped over your mouth. Hot tears fell past your lashes as Rafe slowly stretched you out inch by inch.

His piercing eyes never left yours, watching your face with a sick delight as he violated you.

You shifted uncomfortably beneath him as he split you open, and you winced when he grabbed your arm, fingers digging in to your tender flesh.

You whimpered when his tip grazed your cervix. The blond tilted his hips back before pushing himself deep into you again.

Rafe let out a shaky breath, his cock twitching as you squeezed around him.

“Shit, if I knew you felt this good, I would’ve tried you out years ago,” he chuckled darkly, words slurring together.

His hand was removed from your mouth only to be replaced by his lips. You shuddered when he forced his tongue into your mouth, and you could taste the liquor on his lips.

Rafe pulled away from the kiss as he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, stretching you out around his thick cock again and again.

Your hands came to his shoulders, nails digging in to his tanned skin as you tried to slow his pace.

Unfortunately, your attempts only amused Rafe, who sneered down at you cruelly before picking up his pace, forcing himself deep into your snug walls.

Intoxication clouded your mind, and the room seemed to be spinning even faster now.

“Fuck-” you moaned when he hit a spot that made you see stars. “Mm please-”

You were momentarily broken from the spell however when one of Rafe’s strong hands wrapped around your throat, stealing your breath.

When you tensed in fear, involuntarily squeezing around his cock, Rafe groaned, watching your misty, fearful eyes roll back in your head with each thrust.

“You look so pretty right now, Y/N. All teary eyed and cock drunk,” the blond whispered.

You wanted so badly to be able to escape, to avoid the wicked things he was doing to you, but you were so painfully aware, as every sensation was heightened by your terror.

Hips still snapping against yours, Rafe leaned down, his hungry lips finding yours. With his hand at your throat, you couldn’t turn away, and you clenched around him when he pushed his tongue into your mouth. His lips slid over yours greedily, refusing to stop until you clutched at the hand at your throat.

You took a gasping breath when he finally pulled away, your tears falling more freely now, and Rafe kissed your cheeks, licking up your salty tears.

“Perfect little Y/N is such a mess, huh?” He mocked you, mumbling against your skin before sloppily kissing you again.

You couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling building between your legs, no matter how much it disgusted you. Shame clutched you when you felt yourself growing slicker with his every thrust.

“Don’t-” you whimpered when he hit a sensitive spot. “Stop-!”

Your assailant snickered at that, relishing your pitiful protests, “do you even know what you want right now? Y’think you’re so smart, till you take some cock and you turn into a stupid slut.”

His degrading words cut deep and your cheeks flushed in humiliation, tears spilling past your lashes.

Rafe’s pace was downright punishing, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass along with the lewd sounds of your wetness filled the room, punctuated by your whimpers and the coerced moans he drew out of you.

Hatred and resentment burned behind his blue eyes as he watched you squirm beneath him, only taking his eyes off of your face to watch his cock push in and out of your tight cunt.

Drawing even closer to the edge, you could feel the dam inside of you ready to burst, and Rafe could too; you were practically pulsing around him now.

“Yeah, that’s it sweetheart.” His low, nasally voice made your stomach flip, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to resist the inevitable. “Just do the one thing stupid sluts like you are good for and make a mess all over my cock.”

With another thrust, the dam burst, and you whined as your orgasm cut through you.

Rafe fucked you through it, cursing when he felt you squeezing around him like a vice. His grip on your throat tightened as his pace reached a crescendo.

“Fuck-” he growled, his hips stuttering before he pushed deep into you one more time, painting your walls with his sticky cum.

You squirmed beneath him, trying to push him off of you, but he easily grabbed your wrists, pining them down as he stayed buried inside you. You felt nauseous when his cock pulsed as you struggled, the reminder that he was still getting off on your distress was sickening.

His lips draped over yours again and you whimpered into the kiss, body still shaking as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened.

By the time he broke the kiss, your head was spinning, and you somehow felt more drunk than when you had first entered the room.

When Rafe finally pulled out of you, you shuddered because you could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you.

Instead of getting off the bed like you expected, the blond shifted on top of you, lowering himself to get a better view of your sore pussy.

“Shit, Y/N, hope you’re on a good birth control,” he chuckled wickedly, and you squirmed when he used two fingers to push his cum deep inside of your sensitive cunt. “Cause there’s no way in hell I’m paying child support for some Pogue brat.”

Your cheeks burned in anger and shame, fear and disgust sparking in your gut at his words.

Rafe pulled his fingers out and climbed off the bed, quickly pulling his clothes back on before seemingly looking around for something as you slowly sat up.

He found what he was looking for, picking up your pink panties from the ground before locking eyes with you and then stuffing them into his pocket.

You shivered as he triumphantly smirked down at you, “I’m gonna.. get back to the party... You should clean yourself up, you look pathetic right now.”

Embarrassed, you looked down at the bed, not wanting to meet his eyes as he further humiliated you.

You’re quiet, shy, and keep to yourself.

This is how you’ve been and you like it that way.

You have one friend, Sasha. You’ve known her for years, since you were in 2nd grade. She was the first person who spoke to you at any school you’d gone too. She spoke, you’d respond. She walked, you followed.

Other than her, people barely noticed you. You walk to your AP classes, head down, AirPod in, thoughts running through your head. Sasha would walk you sometimes, that was before she found a second group of friends to talk to—she didn’t abandon you, just “wanted to expand her social circle”. You didn’t blame her, it’s impossible to. You hate socializing with strangers, you wait for them to talk to you all the time.

You went under everyone’s radar at Kildare Hall, except Rafe Cameron.

Golden boy with a painfully cruel streak of pushing kids down stairs, fighting, and sleeping with every girl on the cheer team. He played football like his whole life depended on it. Spent his dad’s money like it was chicken change. He noticed you, too much.

It started while you were walking out of the library, you saw him walk in and wanted out. You subtly packed up your things and held your coffee cup tighter. You moved briskly, until he tugged at your backpack.

You fell right on your ass, onto the cold hallway tile. You squeaked,”Ah!” Your coffee flew into the air and landed on the floor. You heard a chuckle behind you.

“Awww, did the little mouse loose her balance?” He asked in mock concern. You were still in the floor, you looked up, he was leaning over you. Rafe. Why did he have to look handsome? Couldn’t he be ugly? He was perfect, like he was painted from one of those Greek god paintings.

Your brain short circuited,”Uh…”

He snorted, walking around you,”Next time,” he turned around, locking eyes with you,”Be aware of your surroundings, mouse.”

You told Sasha what happened when you went over to her house that weekend for a sleepover. She invited her other friends too, you stayed in a corner, too many people.

You whispered to her,”He pulled my backpack, then just laughed at me….it was mean.”

She looked like she’d just kissed prime Christian Bale,”Oh shit.”

You furrowed your brows,”What?”

She sighed,”It’s a crush. He’s madly in love with you.” She spun her body pillow around.

Your mouth fell open,”Wha..”

She groaned, in mock frustration, gripping your shoulders,”You know how my boyfriend was always being a pain in the ass before we got together?” You nodded. She smirked,”Guys don’t make fun of girls they hate. By the way, you’ve been ignored by every single guy you’ve ever had a crush on. Plus, Rafe Cameron doesn’t play bully to girls often, usually just acts like he already owns his dad’s company to get in their pants. This. This means something.”

You stared.

She closed her eyes, a little loud,”Rafe Cameron has a big fat crush on you!! Fatter than Kim K’s bbl, Y/n!!!” Everyone in the room stared.

Jenna, one of the newer friends who’d been obsessed with Rafe since the start of Junior year, dropped her peach rings,”Sash…what did you say?”

She turned around sheepishly,”Heh….” She swallowed,”Nothing?”

Jenna scoffed,”Whatever…” she got up and went out of the room. About two other girls followed. Looking at the both of you like you’d committed multiple felonies.

She ushered you to her closet. You blinked,”Why is she mad?”

Sasha squinted her eyes liked she’d been waxed,”Eh…so Jenna kinda is in love with Rafe.” You groaned.

“Sasha! I told you about not getting me involved in any drama!”

She sagged her shoulders and threw herself at her wall, her face in clear agony,”Y/nnie!! I swear on trust fund, I wouldn’t do it on purpose. You were clearly not registering my insane vision!!”

You sat in front of her,”Yes, it’s very insane. Also untrue. “

She shot you a look,”True. I know the chronicles of Rafe Alexander Cameron. You forget he lives next door and my parents do business with Ward.”

You groaned and lay your head in her lap,”Please keep this vision quiet. I beg of you.”

She nodded,”Fuck yeah, I messed up.”

—

Kildare Hall was anything but normal for you after your encounter with Rafe.

He stole your pens during class, kicked your chair when he got up, and the most annoying one—blocking your way when you’d try leaving.

It didn’t help you had every class with this dick.

You were about to basically run out of your AP English class before he could finish talking to the girl of the week, give his number out and then plan a party in that same conversation. You were so close.

He slid in front on you, looking down, sly smirk on his face,”Hold onc, you’re not going anywhere.” You tried squeezing beside him, he stepped in front of you—the other way, stepped in front of you, blocking the doorway with his junior bodybuilder frame. Then you just looked down, avoiding eye contact.

He looked smug,”Anyway, little mouse. I’d like to see you at a party. You never talk to anyone, ever. That’s boring, and I don’t like seeing that.”

You snapped back, how? You didn’t know.”

“Maybe it’s not your business.” Your voice was quiet.

He whistled low,”But it is, mouse. I’m more involved in this school than you think, alright? Party’s at 11pm. Saturday, don’t be late.” He winked and let you pass.

You wanted to splash your freezing water in his face. To get that smug look of his face. Slap him even, knee his crotch, anything.

You found Sasha in the bathroom, fixing her hair.

You whispered, you always had that habit,”He invited me to a party, Saturday at 11pm.”

She smiled into the mirror, then turned to you slowly, then she started jumping up and down. She squealed, shaking you,”EEEEEK!! Omigosh! Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!”

You blinked,”Sasha, I’m worried.”

She paused, cocking her head to the side,”Why?”

You sigh,”What if he’s doing it to humiliate me? What if it’s just a prank?”

She groaned,”When will you learn, my child? He wants to see you in something nice, he wants to see you period. And I have just the clothes for that.”

You bit your inner cheek,”What am I supposed to tell my parents?”

“You’re sleeping over at mine, duh! He’s right next door, we’ll be quick, even if it’s just 10 minutes.”

“But that’d be lying. My dad’s a fucking psychologist, he can find out my lies any day, my mom works with teens, she’ll also know..”

She rolled her eyes,”But you’re not exactly lying. You are sleeping over at mine.”

You sigh,”Fine then.”

—

You sat at Sasha’s vanity, doing your makeup while she threw things out of her closet like a madwoman. You had good style, you just didn’t have the abundance of party clothes Sasha had.

“Dress or skirt?” She called out.

You put on your last coat of setting spray, yes last coat. You’d done about three. You payed more attention to makeup tonight. You always did, but tonight a little more.

“Skirt! Maybe find me a baby pink one, throw in a white corset top anddd give me those go go boots.”

She peeked out, grinning,”You’re excited. I can tell.”

You hid your blush,”No..”

She tickled you,”Uh-huh, you are. I’ve never head your voice thissss loud, ever. You’re excited to see your future husband!”

You giggled, ”Future husband is a stretch.”

She raised an eyebrow, teasing you,”But boyfriend isn’t?”

You squeaked,”So’s that! That’s wayyyyyyyy too far!”

She walked back into her closet,”Right. I totally believe you.”

You started on your hair, adding your heat protectant and curling it.

But through that, Rafe Cameron still crossed your mind. His lips, his eyes, his build, his voice. Was he a dick, yeah. But you couldn’t help yourself. You imagined what it would be like to date him. And when you set foot in Tannyhill, those thoughts consumed your mind.

Sasha literally pushed you toward him, no joke.

You tried stopping her,”Sash, that’s not the best idea. I mean, it would be weird!” She pushed you over,”No it’s not, he wants to see you, pretty!!”

Rafe was talking to some of his friends, a blunt in hand.

Sasha coughed, no answer. She tapped his shoulder.

He turned around, and the whole circle of his friends stared. Jenna was there too, scowling.

Sasha smirked, side eyeing Jenna, pushing you in front of him,”Rafe. Doesn’t Y/n look like a snack?”

Rafe was clearly high, his eyes red rimmed, he chuckled, leaning in,”Mouse, you listened…” he passed his blunt to Topper,”Your friends right…you do look like a snack—a yummy one.” He turned back around, and Jenna was gone.

You looked at Sasha,”I-“

She squealed,”Y/n!! You’re blushing!!”

You buried your face in your hands.

Rafe Cameron just called you a snack.

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you worked as a waitress in a small restaurant. you hated this job but you had to make money and today the place was a little empty so you thought you could relax but that was before Rafe showed up with his gang of kooks. you had started shaking as soon as you saw them. you felt so small and trapped, your breath sped up. there was like a lack of air in your lungs because you knew how rafe was with you, how much he hated you but above all, how much he loved to humiliate you. it was his favorite pleasure: being cruel to you. and damn, he knew how to hurt you better than anyone. he must have broken so many things in you, your ego, your heart, your self-esteem, your confidence, your joy of living that you wondered how you were still standing in his presence.

with a tense smile, you approached them because you also couldn't escape the group. you hugged your notepad to your chest, pressing tightly the page against your breasts. you were about to open your mouth when rafe cut you off.

“i understand better why this restaurant is so empty…” he commented, looking you up and down. “ but what i don’t get is why you haven’t been fired yet when you’re scaring customers away.”

“apparently not everyone since you're here...." that was what you wanted to answer but you preferred to kill yourself rather than make a remark to rafe that was going to cost you your life. and you wouldn't want to give him this pleasure.

“have you chosen what you want? ” you said, addressing everyone, preferring to ignore the leader of the kooks group.

“it’s so cheap here. ” he had commented. “ very cheap. ” from his insistent look, you understood that he was including you in his criticism. he was very childish.

you nervously tighten your grip on your pen. of all rafe's friends, topper seemed the most sensitive to what you were going through but he always stayed quiet. this idiot finally ordered cocktails. the words had to be ripped out of his mouth.

when you came back with the drinks, you delicately placed them on the table. you were embarrassed by the way rafe stared at you like you had something on your face, like he was planning another nasty remark. and it didn't take long, because the next minute, he had managed to make you cry and made everyone laugh.

when you handed him his glass, he purposely knocked it to the ground.

“what are you waiting for, pogue? clean it. it's not like it's new to you, you're used to cleaning up other people's shit. "

burning tears started to come out of your eyes, you bit your trembling lip. your throat was tight, and you hated everything you were feeling right now. the shame, the humiliation, the fear, it destroyed you.

you brought something to clean before bending down. he hadn't apologized. he never did it anyway. you kept all this grudge inside of you, even if it killed you.

he picked up your rag with a smirk. “you don't need that when you can use your tongue. ”

you looked at him with wide eyes, as if you had heard wrong. topper had intervened before you did. “hey dude, no need to go that far.”

“shut up, topper. i really need to show you that all women are fucking dirty and disgusting sluts. so stop protecting them, and watch the show i put on for you. and for free. ”

"rafe...listen..." you said softly.

“you better listen to me if you don't want to be fired. you know how good i am at making your life hell.” you started to kneel down, bringing your face closer to the ground. “yes, you understand very easily, maybe you can show your ass to the camera too. record it, kelce. lick it well, sweetheart. don't want to see your ugly face on the screen. “

this day was the last straw. it was worse than anything. it was completely degrading and nasty.

and it was surely at that precise moment, that night to be exact, that everything had changed in you. that you had decided that this couldn't last, that you had to play into the enemy's game to defeat him, that sometimes you had to be unfair when he cheated, that when someone was bad, you had to be tougher and stronger.

it had been several years that you had endured criticism from rafe and kooks about your physique, your pogue condition, that your face was the center of mockery and the worst jokes, that it lasted to the point that you had surely become the funniest joke or meme in the island.

but you had grown up. you had prepared your revenge over several months. because you couldn't pretend it didn't affect you. but all the hatred you had felt for yourself had started to turn towards rafe, to give you a reason to live, a purpose because he had given you a furious and crazy idea.

he had humiliated you. and he was going to taste his own medicine.

deep down, you weren't just doing this for yourself but for all the pogue girls who had suffered harassment from kook boys, for all the girls who had received bad treatment because they didn't look like princesses, for all the girls who were made to believe that they deserved nothing because they did not meet the physical standards. you had to put an end to this nonsense.

so after five months, you had become what rafe loved the most. you had become a very popular online camdoll for kooks. you wore a mask that hid your facial identity enough to not be recognized. you had a completely different style. you were surely prettier, more magnificent in his eyes. because he had fallen into the trap. he had this slightly superficial side. you knew you had succeeded from the moment you felt the difference. not only did he want you, but he wanted to possess you.

he was one of your loyal viewers. he didn't have his first name as a username but you knew it was him. his messages had the same tone as when he spoke to you.

he was pathetic, because he paid to see your content, to talk to you, to hear you touch yourself, to do dirty things to you. no matter how much you charged.

he even sent you a video of him jerking off on one of your lives. you couldn't lie, you had watched the entire video. his fist was wrapped around his painfully cock, moving up and down, the leaking tip disappearing and appearing with the speed of his thrusts, the way his boner grew bigger the more he thought of you. he was going so fast that his bulge was literally slapping against his hand with a loud, obscene noise, his sagging balls moving in rhythm. his hair was messy, there was a quiver in his lips every time he made a grunt. “ fuck...fuck...fuc'...gonna fuck that dollface one day...gonna get this dick all in your dumb pussy. ” his length was very feverish and at the same time hard, shaken with spasms. the veins pumped by his strokes. he had come in such a short time, loads of cum exploding all over his sweating chest. he had wiped everything with a pack of tissues. and just when you thought the video had come, he started again.

you never responded. only downloaded the video and stored in a confidential folder.

but one day, he spoiled you a little too much. however, you weren't doing anything really crazy. you fulfilled clients' requests — which involved masturbating with a vibrator, playing with your breasts while riding a dildo, putting as many fingers as your viewers wanted in your pussy, letting them dress you however they wanted, letting them make you crazy stupid and vulnerable, doing little shows and hauls until you end up naked, playing with the food on your body, recording your orgasms, filming you when you slept naked or took a shower.

you had decided to thank rafe for his expensive gifts by asking him to come to your house. you had a studio that you had decorated, enough to make him believe that you lived well, and that you could be a kook. obviously, he had accepted and of course, he was hoping for sex when you told him you had a surprise for him.

it was, he was going to have sex. and you a revenge.

rafe had always assumed that he hated you, the shitty, ugly pogue, that he would never sleep with you. and to quote his own words “even for a million, i could never fuck such a disgusting thing. ” and it was always in public, in front of people. then you were going to do the exact same thing. you were going to fuck with him, and if he loved show that much, he was not going to be disappointed.

on the day, you had prepared yourself for the occasion. while you were getting ready, there were tons of flashbacks in your head, scenes, words that kept coming back. all this cruelty that could make you vomit.

“i really thought alcohol would help me find you attractive but no, you're still just as ugly. i thought it was a pogue thing baby but actually it's just you. ” it was rafe.

“ i felt like i had hit you in the face ten thousand times with my golf ball. ” it was still rafe.

“the difference between you and the other pogues? is that you angel, you will never be able to hide the fact that you are one. all the misery shows on your face. ” always rafe.

and it was each time heavier, more hardcore. he reminded you of your condition, but also of how much he couldn't see you. you were too horrible. you never told anyone about this treatment, about all this hatred. but you had now learned, from the best, how to make noise.

you wiped away your tears, and brought the mask to your face. “i can do it. ” you muttered to yourself as you began to get slightly anxious. you were afraid of breaking down in the middle of the act, of finally not being sure you wanted all of this. you felt mixed feelings. was it really good to do that, was it really right? but on the one hand, what had justice done for you until now? absolutely nothing. like everyone else, she had watched you get humiliated. so it was just common sense?

the door to your studio rang. you opened it. you couldn’t lie that rafe was really handsome and smell good. but the first thing you noticed was his smile.

he was completely different. you could see in his eyes for the first time, something positive towards you.

" welcome. ” you said with a smile, inviting him inside.

oh he resisted the urge to kiss you, his hands were in his pockets but they were nervous and unsteady. they wanted to be on you.

“do you want to drink something? ” you added the name of the cocktail he always had at your restaurant. you had done it on purpose but he hadn't noticed. he nodded.

“are you going to take off your mask one day? ”

“without it, i am no longer what i am. so it's better that i keep it. isn’t that all you want me to be? a doll. ”

“no, you’re right. then at least i know you're not a fucking pogue. ”

“it would be bad for your reputation too. i already see the headlines and the taunts "rafe cameron fucks a pogue" and people will laugh at you, and you hate it being humiliated. no one likes it. ”

“you look really nice, doll. i mean, kind.” he replied.

“i am but i believe that some people. ” you pressed the word, and gave him an honest look. “have abused a lot of this part of me. that's why i'm a doll, i don't have to feel anything, just do what people want me for. you can fulfill your every desire with me. do you want to see me in a certain dress? let me change. do you want to release your anger in me? let me help you. do you just want to fuck me? i am literally made for this. ”

“you are made for me. ” you smiled through the mask because in a way, he was right. he had created your character.

“do you mind if i film? i really want to record this. you are the first customer I have met. it's special for me. ”

" no. at least people will know to who you belong. ”

“that’s exactly it. ” you lied when starting the live. “let’s get started. ”

you had removed his pants and his boxers, placing yourself between his thick tighs, he was so much bigger than you that you looked like a small caged thing.

you placed your outrageously manicured hands on his open legs, your mouth sinking and wrapping around his hard cock. your tongue had started rolling around the girth, you could feel the small drop of precum going down your throat. this part that he was soon going to get fucked strongly and hard.

you wanted to drive him crazy, see him sweat like a pig because you were so good, because you did it all too well. he had wrapped your hair in a grip to make it easier to pull on it. “yes...suck that cock...just like that...let me ruin that mouth...fuck…”

your dripping lips were stretched by the size of his length, and the way it was getting completely hard inside of you. you could feel the drool running down the sides of your mouth. you felt every inch of his penis fucking your throat. and through your mask, you saw his smirks. he pulled your hair, and you took all of him, until your face came into contact with his pelvis, every bit of him was in you. you almost gagged.

he had barely pulled out of you before he entered you again. his cock worked against your tongue, brushing it harshly, the tip tapping the back of your throat. your cheeks were sunken, and your lips drowned between spittles and saliva. “you're perfect, doll...you really know how to suck...i could really take advantage of the situation if you keep this up...” at his words, you sucked him faster, pumping efficiently while his hand stroked your hair. his fingers moved along with your head.

he was completely using you, doing whatever he wanted with you. and you let him do it, because you wanted him to be proud of himself and to be seen on camera. he had pushed his cock onto your mask, decorating it with saliva, your own currently drooling. “so pretty. ” he had commented. he pushed his cock back into your mouth without warning, taking it ever deeper. you felt fizzy. your lips were open and used for several minutes non-stop, your throat puckered and pummeled. your jaw was starting to hurt, but you didn’t show it. you had to be perfect, packaged the way he wanted. your tongue flickered around him, teasing his girth.

“ need to be inside you...so bad...you make me feel so good. it's your face, doll. you're divine.”

maybe he had a mask kink to say that, to also be turned on by a fucking plastic object. or maybe it was the face he imagined behind it all? you didn't know.

he had thrown you on the bed, opened your legs in two and pushed your body against his hips, pulling you by the waist. his cock had twitching, purring some pre-cum, at the contact with your soaked cunt.

“ i could never sleep with a pogue. but especially with you, just thinking about it makes me vomit. “ it was perfect that you remembered that in the moment, as he thrust into you, his hips moving slowly.

your pussy clenched around his cock, barely letting him move without hurting you. “ fuck, you're so fucking tight, doll....need me to stretch this pretty little cunt. i'm gonna make you so dumb. “

you couldn’t hide that you still got wet, and damn, he knew how to fuck and you couldn’t be his first time. he had started pounding into you once your pussy had started to ease around him.

it was really intense, his body slamming violently against yours, the strike echoing through the room. your weak moans but which he heard very clearly, and which encouraged him to go even further within your walls. he pushed himself even more to hear you scream. he had a goal and he wanted to make you so stupid that in the end you wouldn't be able to do anything.

he buried himself inside you, his powerful thrusts stretching your pussy, your body twitching beneath him. he was on top of you, staring into your eyes. you were a little fascinated. his shoulders were broad and muscular, his arms heavy and toned, and his abs were perfect arranged into six packs. his hair fell on his forehead.

he couldn’t see the emotions on your face, nor clearly define what you were feeling. he only had your voice and the reactions of your body.

your pussy hugged him with each strokes, he filled you completely, making his way to your spot. your puffy slit was spread, capturing his bulge. you squeezed him harder, he startly getting down, the wet and dirty sounds of his hips rocking your body. you could see the vein on his neck, his contracted muscles covered in sweat.

he had placed his lips on yours, his mouth kissing yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, gently guiding the kiss with your tongue.

he continued to fuck you, while playing with his tongue in your mouth, kissing you without limits, until your lips and jaws were covered in drool. you waited for him to cum inside you. but he hadn't pulled out while you were flooded, loaded with his cum, and some orgasms you'd had. it dripped from your slit onto the sheets. he had placed the tip of his cock back in front of your entrance, picking up where his enjoyment had left you off.

this time it was a little gentler. it was like you had established a little intimacy even though you knew it wasn't true. after a few minutes, he stopped.

" are you always being that kind ?…”

“ you think i'm a mean person ? ”

“ you never hurt people ? never in your life ? ” you asked him, with a friendly tone.

“ what if ? ”

“ don't freak out. everyone has a mean side. now, you got me curious. can you tell me the worst thing you have done to someone ? ”

“ maybe it was to one of that trashy pogue…” it started, and you forced yourself to not react when you saw the smile on his face. even after years, it didn't regret anything. because obviously, he talked about you.

“ thank you for confessing this story to me. now, i have a gift for you…” you said with a fakely soft voice. “ it was not the sex part. i'm willing to let you see me without my mask. i really want you to see me because i trust you. ” was obviously a lie.

“are you sure? ” he was so surprised by your proposal. “ don't you want to tell me something worse you did to someone too ? ”

“ oh, it's part of the gift, rafe . ”

at this moment, he knew. he fucking knew.

he had removed your mask.

because of the shock, he took a step back.

his face was indescribable.

“oh no, you can't pretend to be disgusted, not after fucking me like you've wanted this your whole life. ” you smiled. “what did you say before? that you could throw up? liar. you came so hard in me. and, it is still dripping. come on, don't run away, give a closer look. maybe i should make you clean the mess you made with your tongue. like you did to me. maybe, this time you will vomit. but i'm not sure, you're such a pathetic hater. and i'm just not afraid of you anymore. ”

“what the fuck is wrong with you, pogue ?! did you have fun?”

“ pogue ? ” you mocked. “ was babydoll, sweetheart, a few minutes ago. now, it's pogue ? how it feels, rafe ? how does it feel to be humiliated ? i think, it's better for you to apologize for all these years. but not only for me, for every pogue. ”

a crazy laugh escaped his lips, as he came closer to you. “ really ? what make you feel that i will apologize ? especially to you. ”

“ because now, the game is over. it's a war and i'm gonna fight back. it means, i will drag you down. every secret, every weakness, every move that you want to hide from me will be from now my first concern. i'm glad that you hate me because it's only the beginning. ”

“ you really think that you have some power over me ? be serious. ”

“ it's not about power at all. it's about justice. ”

i also wanted to thanks @bunnyrafe @rafecameroninterlude and @bimbotrashcan who helped me a lot, and trusted me for this !! tysm, i'm very grateful <333