#rafecameron x reader

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader fandom: Outer Banks part: two contents: smut (18+ minors dni), jealous/possessive rafe, dom!rafe, sub!reader, established situationship, fingering, rough sex, spanking, hair pulling, degradation/name calling, praise (“good girl”), jealousy over jj, couch sex, orgasm denial, creampie / unprotected sex, messy power dynamics, rafe being a menace

note: part two of the previous post ♡

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You watched him as he looked down at you, almost like he was deciding something—what he wanted to do to you.

He leaned back toward you, his hand tilting your face to the side as his lips grazed slowly over your jaw.

“You know what I heard the other day?” he muttered, just low enough for you to hear. His other hand moved down to your waist, pinching lightly.

“What?” A shallow whisper left your lips.

What could he have heard?

“That my pretty girl was seen out and about, with one of the pouges—” he muttered, a different tone creeping into his voice now. Possessive.

“Where did you hear that—”

“We lying now, baby? Thought we were past that.”

He released your face as you turned to look at him.

“So I’ll ask you again,” he muttered, pressing a rough kiss to your neck, his fingers digging into your hip.

“Who the fuck was it?”

You could lie.

For a second, you almost did. It would be easier, right?

Except you had a feeling Rafe already knew. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“JJ,” you muttered softly.

He chuckled. Actually chuckled, smirking as he lifted just enough to look at your face.

“You playing around with Pouges' princess?”

“Hm? You fucking him too,” he snapped as he pinched your hip gently, not enough to hurt but enough to show he was pissed.

His hand moved to your inner thigh, slowly caressing you.

“No—”

“Bullshit, you get this wet for that fucking pouge too?”

Your cheeks flushed instantly—at his tone, at the accusation.

You weren’t sleeping with JJ, but you had a feeling Rafe wouldn’t believe you anyway.

He traced a finger along your inner thigh. You could feel your wetness there from all the teasing he’d been doing.

“Making a fucking mess,” he whispered, mostly to himself, smirking.

His finger slid gently between your folds, collecting your wetness as he watched.

“Fucking soaking,” he muttered.

“So fucking needy, this how you act when he fucks you too?” he snapped, pressing his fingers against your clit as he watched your face.

A low moan left your throat.

“No we aren’t—”

“You think I believe that line of shit?” he whispered, leaning down to your neck again, his fingers moving slowly.

“Rafe—”

“Guess I just have to fuck you better than him huh?” he muttered before kissing you.

The kiss was deeper this time, his tongue brushing across your bottom lip until you opened for him.

His fingers moved faster as soft moans left your lips, muffled by the kiss.

He pulled back slightly.

“you want more baby?”

You nodded immediately.

“Yes please—”

“Good girl.”

His fingers moved lower again, teasing your entrance before sliding inside.

He looked down.

“Look at how greedy you are.”

A moan slipped from your throat as he slowly began moving them in and out, watching your face carefully.

“You like that? Like my fingers inside this pretty cunt?” he muttered, pressing kisses down your neck again.

“God yes,” you moaned.

He curled his fingers slightly—

then pulled them out.

The loss made your head lift slightly.

“why—”

“Good girls get to cum, running around with other men? You think thats good?”

He brought his fingers to your lips, pressing them in.

“You taste how sweet you are,” he muttered.

“My fucking doing.”

He pulled his fingers away before kissing you again, harder this time.

“Taste so fucking good.”

In one quick motion he turned you over onto the couch.

Your knees pressed into the cushions as you steadied yourself.

“Look at you,” he muttered, hands sliding over your hips.

“You want me to fuck this pretty pussy?”

His hand smacked your ass suddenly, making you moan in surprise before he smoothed the spot.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, Rafe—”

His hands moved to the towel wrapped around his waist, pulling it off.

You glanced back just long enough to see him.

“Turn the fuck back around,” he muttered.

“Rafe—”

His hand guided your head forward again.

“good girls get to see—”

He pushed into you without warning.

You gasped as he began thrusting immediately, fast and rough.

The couch creaked beneath you as moans spilled from your mouth.

“You want to go be a fucking slut—”

“Want other guys dicks in you—”

“Giving it out to everyone—”

Your eyes rolled back as his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back.

He was relentless.

“Yeah take it all, take all my shit,” he muttered as he rocked into you.

“Rafe please—”

“Fucking slut.”

“You gonna let me cum inside you? Take it all like a good girl?”

Your stomach tightened immediately.

“Feel so fucking good on my cock,” he groaned.

He didn’t give you any warning when he finished.

You felt the heat of him inside you as he groaned, still thrusting through it.

“Yeah just like that,” he breathed.

Finally he pulled out.

You whined softly at the loss.

Then he turned you back toward the couch.

“Sluts don’t get to cum,” he muttered as he stepped away, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around his waist.

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𝄞𝄢 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: chosen by blood orange & caroline polachek

ꨄ︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: boss!rafe x female reader

➷ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: your marriage with your husband is falling apart and you choose to seek comfort with an unlikely source- your boss, rafe cameron. 

parts 1, 2, 3, 4 & 5 can be found in my pinned post!

.ᐟ 𝐜𝐰: swearing, toxic ex, not proofread.

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you woke up the next morning a little lightheaded, the drinks from last night catching up to you. your phone lit up, a message from rafe popping up in the bottom.

rafe: last night was fun.

something in your chest warmed. last night was fun. you couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so carefree and at ease with someone. a smile spread across your face as you sent your reply.

you: it was :). how about you and I grab some coffee on monday? 

you waited for his reply as you adjusted your position, sitting up in your bed. your clothes felt scratchy, and you realised you slept in your outfit from yesterday. you had been hammered. rubbing your eyes, you threw your phone on your bed and changed into more comfortable clothes. you picked up your phone, reading the preview of rafe’s messages on the home screen.

rafe: sure thing

and with that, you and rafe started to grab coffee together before work every morning. everything was still the same, you’d still come early and stay late, except this time rafe would whisk you away into his office after hours, and you would spend evenings with his lips on yours, talking, going over reports- doing anything and everything. occasionally, you would go to the bar, but for the most part, you spent a lot of time in the office. so when rafe asked you to go to new york with him for a business expo, you jumped at the opportunity. 

but thing was, as much as you enjoyed the trip, you sensed that rafe didn’t. insecurity gnawed at you. sure, it was still sort of a work trip, but it was a lovely time, with rafe and you going on an actual date at some fancy french restaurant with a name you couldn’t quite pronounce. still, however, you felt something was off. you felt it when you tried to ask rafe to grab some food with you on your break the next day, when he’d refused, his head’s shake solidifying a firm ‘no’. 

you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. who wouldn’t? nonetheless, you tried to persuade yourself that he was busy and had more important matters to attend to. you were almost convinced that it was fine, when a few hours later- late in the evening- he planted a kiss on your forehead and apologised, saying that he was busy and that he’d make it up to you. it wasn’t fine though. it wasn’t fine when you asked again a few days later when you knew he was free if he wanted to go out on your break, and he rejected the invitation. why wouldn’t he go out with you in public? why was almost all of your time together spent in your bloody office? ultimately, your insecurity overtook you and compelled you to talk to him.

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tanneyhill was dark, illuminated by the street lights and a room with its lights still on- which you presumed was rafe’s. raising your hand to knock, you hesitated, wondering if you were just overthinking as you usually did. but before you knew it, the door creaked open and a light was switched on, courtesy of rafe. he smiled, hints of confusion on his face, but still he greeted you and pulled you in for a kiss. 

“hey- you didn’t tell me you were coming.” he said, his arms wrapped tightly around you. you swallowed and opened your mouth to explain, when rafe spoke again- taking in your frown. “not that i mind, you’re welcome anytime, you know.” he retracted his arms, instead grabbing onto your hand, pulling you into the house. 

“oh yeah, i know, i guess i forgot to let you know. but, uh, i did want to talk to you about something.” you walked over to the couch, sinking into it. rafe saw the way you tapped your foot anxiously, how your voice had a shake in it. he sat down next to you, his muscled arms resting on the back of the couch. “go ahead.” he nodded, his face intent on listening. 

“do you have any meetings tomorrow?” you tested the waters, waiting for rafe’s reply. 

“i don’t. why?” his eyebrows drew together, and he brought his arms down to rest on his knees, his hands intertwined. the house was too quiet for your liking, accompanied by nothing but the faint sound of waves crashing nearby. “i just wanted to see if you were free- how about we get lunch then?” you asked, shifting uncomfortably. 

something was off, and rafe sensed it, but he went along with wherever this was going. he inhaled before replying, his fingers toying with his ring. “i, uh, i’m not feeling up to it. how about you come over for dinner instead?” he offered.

a sigh left your lips and you turned to fully face him. “but that’s the thing, rafe, you never feel up to it. at least not while we’re in the office or when i see you at the country club. if you don’t want whatever we have going on, you need to tell me.” the words left your lips, and you knew it was necessary because another one-sided relationship was not what you needed.

rafe’s walls went up at your words, frustration simmering inside him. he nodded, jaw clenched as he tried to calm down before he said some stupid shit- you were not another person he wanted to lose. “you don’t understand, it’s not like that, ok? you’re overthinking it. it’s just… it doesn’t matter. of course i want this, y/n.” he prayed he said the right words, but judging by the way your expression remained the same- your lips in a frown and eyebrows furrowed-  he wasn’t too confident.

“are you sure? because lately… i don’t know, rafe, but lately it feels like i’m something you need to hide. am i not good enough for you? why don’t you go out with me in public? what, is it because i was a pogue?” you let it all out, fiddling with your bracelets.

rafe didn’t know what to say. such raw communication was never something he’d had a good experience with, so he did the one thing he knew best- he snapped. “well i don’t fucking know how to make you understand, then.” his volume remained the same, but there was an edge of anger to his voice. 

“god- she’s just a coworker! i’m sorry if i don’t fucking know how to make you understand.” your husband snapped, causing you to flinch. you felt the tears brewing in your eyes and tried to blink them away. you couldn’t let him see you cry. 

“oh there you go again- fucking crying- that’s all you know how to do.” he rolled his eyes, pushing past you to go up the stairs.

“- and it’s not because you’re a pogue or shit, i just have an image to maintain, yeah?” rafe’s eyes bore into yours, but your mind was elsewhere. 

you walked into your husband’s office, smiling as you saw his face. it wasn’t returned, he welcomed you instead with cold eyes and a hushed whisper. “what are you doing here? people are going to see- you think this is the time or the place? i have a reputation. you think it’s professional for my wife to just come up and expect me to drop everything to have lunch with her?” he glanced around nervously before soon fixating his glare onto you, his hands gripping onto your forearms- his grip solid, too tight. the plastic bag filled with takeaway food hit his table with a thud, and you shoved his hands off your arms, the feeling grossing you out. you left without another word, without a care if you were being ‘too loud’ as you slammed his door. you prayed no one noticed your glossy eyes.

you breathed heavily, chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. rafe wasn’t your ex husband, and you were okay here. still, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your gut. rafe wasn’t him. you shook your head, trying to snap out of it, but you could feel your cheeks getting wet, your eyes stinging. 

rafe was mid-sentence, trying to explain the best way he could, when he noticed you zoning out, a faraway look clear in your eyes. when he saw the tears pool in your eyes, whatever frustration he possessed before evaporated as he knelt in front of you, his hands cradling your jaw.

“hey, hey, it’s ok. i’m here, ok? look, i’m right here.” you felt his cold hands on your face, wiping away the tears running down your cheeks. blinking, you focused in on his face. it wasn’t him, it was rafe. he pulled you in, hands smoothing down your hair, whispering reassurances into your ear. seeing you like this awoke the honesty in him, and he tried to be gentle with his words.

“i’m so fucking sorry. you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in so long, and i- i don’t want to mess this up. screw my image- you’re worth so much more, ok? i promise, you and me, lunch tomorrow, ok? how do you feel about that, hm?” his low voice soothed you, calmed you down. you nodded, breath shaky. 

“i- i zoned out. i don’t know. my ex- he wouldn’t want me around. i guess i’m sick of feeling like that.” you admitted, your hands resting on rafe’s shoulders. 

“i get it. i need you to know that i’m not him, ok? i want you around, always.” he pressed his lips to your forehead, a silent reassurance. you gave him a smile, just a small one, but to rafe- it was everything. his thumb ran over your jaw, back and forth until your breathing returned to normal.

“so lunch tomorrow? my treat since i have to pay you back, you know, for all those coffees and shit.” he grinned, the sound of your laugh echoing through tanneyhill. he loved that sound, wanted to make it so that he could hear it again and again. 

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“-and then i go into the bathroom, and guess who’s there with linda. sam! can you believe it? it’s crazy! i never would’ve expected those two.” you sipped your coffee, leaning back in your chair. it was noisy in the corner shop, midday rush at its peak. rafe listened intently as he ate, reacting at all the right times to whatever work gossip you told him. 

a couple weeks had passed since your first lunch date, and now it had weaved its way into your daily routine. everyone in the office had a sense of what was going on, but they didn’t bother questioning it as they had their own affairs to get in order- also the fact that no one would ever call out rafe, their jobs were too precious for that. the two of you finished eating and rafe, as he always did, paid the bill, closer to settling the debt he owed you for his lattes. you walked back to the office with him, his hand resting comfortably in yours as he voiced his opinion on one of your rants. 

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𝐚/𝐧: i hope you guys liked this! it's a little different, but i'm happy with how it turned out. should i make more parts? i don't really know what i'd write for them, so please request your ideas! as always, thank you so so much for reading <3

with much gratitude,

g

rafe cameron

“i just wanna get high with my lover, veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo”

summary- you make the mistake of getting too high and letting your horny addict bf take care of it

warnings- dubcon/noncon, filming, semimeanbf!rafe, drugs, party, alcohol, nutting inside without permission, fucking while unconscious DO NOT READ IF U R UNCOMFORTABLE WITH STUFF LIKE THIS PLEASE.