❝ peeping rafe. r. cameron ❞

ooo. 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈… rafe cameron & sofia

ooo. 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔… stalker!rafe, voyeurism, masturbation, one sided jealousy, delusional!rafe, mutual masturbation, sex toys, obsessive behavior, obsessive!rafe, sexual attraction, filth.

ooo. 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔… where she’s his favorite thing to watch.

ooo. 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔… hiiii, i loved this request sm! i’ve never written anything this dark before so i was nervous and excited to test my abilities and see how it would come out and i think i rlly like it! obviously stalking is wrong and in no way am i glorifying it. with that being said… enjoy ᝰ.ᐟ 😉

he sits on his couch waiting.

his fingers tapped against his thigh, his leg bounced in an erratic undulation as his eyes lowered to his watch to gauge at the time. an exasperated sigh falls off of his lips when he notices that she’s late by nearly an hour and a half. standing to his feet, rafe rubbed a hand over his clenched jaw as he wondered what or who was the reason for her delayed return home. 

he could feel his impatience wearing thin — his desperation was becoming more visceral with each passing minute. his attention alerts when he finally sees the reflection of light transcend throughout her living room. rafe returns to his respective perch, feeling himself become exhilarated at the thought of seeing her again. 

and when she walks through the front door moments later, rafe swears he feels his breath catching in the back of his throat. she always looks effortlessly beautiful, but tonight she looks absolutely gorgeous — wearing a thin strapped black dress that perfectly sheathed her lithe physique, her hair styled in a neat coiffure and her face primped with makeup.

rafe revels in her beauty only briefly as he came to the abrupt realization that she wasn’t wearing her work attire or casual clothing like usual; but instead was styled in something that she would wear for a date. 

his teeth gnashes at this realization.

the idea of sharing her with someone else, or someone being able to kiss and touch her in all of the ways that he couldn’t left rafe feeling covetous. his infatuation quickly developed into an obsession that has heightened throughout the past six months.

it started off with him observing her seldomly, as he was reluctant in conceding to his unhealthy habit. he was aware that it wrong and illegal, watching someone like this without their consent but the more he attempted to persist against his compulsion, the more he became fixated on her until he could no longer resist against it. it’s been months of him memorizing her work schedule, knowing when she leaves for/comes back from the gym and familiarizing himself with the faces of anyone that’s ever visited her.

through the months of his spectating, he doesn’t remember her ever bringing a guy home — which he now realizes was probably a good thing because he doesn’t know how he would react if he had to actually witness someone else touching his girl, the simple thought of it already had him feeling envious.

but he sobers at another realization.

her date had to be bad seeing as though she didn’t bring anyone back home to commemorate the night with. he revels in this small victory, feeling himself swell with a haughty pride. rafe follows her movements as she retreats from the living room down the hallway to her bedroom. 

he adjusts his blinds, leaving them open to where he can still maintain a view of her, but closed just enough so that she couldn’t see him watching her. he then makes his perch on the edge of his bed. 

when she walks into her bedroom, she leans against the doorway to slip her heels off of her feet. she saunters over to her window and panic briefly shrouds through rafe as he wondered if she’d spotted him. but she makes no indication that she did, not even looking over at his window or giving him a second’s glance as she reaches for the tilt wand on her blinds and twists until they’re partially closed. 

(luckily for rafe, this doesn’t obstruct his view of her.)

her hands then reach up to her shoulders, sliding the straps of the dress down until she’s clad in nothing but a pair of black underwear. rafe’s breath hitches again as his arousal heightens at the sight of her tits; at how they perch highly on her chest with her pink nipples taut and protruding.

this is the part that he loves the most — where he gets to indulge in his sexual gratification by watching her undress for bed. 

it’s almost like she puts on a show for him with how she chooses to sleep either fully nude or with only a bra and underwear covering herself most nights.

he wondered if she was aware of him watching her, would she be repulsed by him or would she find some kind of gratification in it? he’s always contemplated on approaching her in person, but there was something about her not knowing who he was or what he looked like that made it much more exhilarating for rafe. 

his cock curls against his thigh, swelling in its girth against the fabric of his underwear. rivulets of precum skeets from his flushed head; dampening and staining his briefs, leaving a sticky residue of white fluid in its wake. rafe breathes softly through his parted lips and flared nostrils as he reaches for the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them over his hips. 

his cock slaps wetly against his stomach as he releases himself. He’s painstakingly hard and throbbing, his cock’s begging for him to satiate his libido. rafe reaches his hand down to palm himself. he releases a prolonged moan; his eyes flutter softly as his body shivers at the sensitivity of his touch. he licks his lips, blinking his eyes open again to avert his attention back on her. 

she’s sprawled out across her bed with her phone in her hands and her fingers deftly moving across the screen. rafe’s hand undulates as he uses his precum to lubricate his cock; slicking it completely until he’s glistening with his arousal. 

he firms the grip of his fingers, adjusting his hold before he jerks his hand in a slow fluctuating motion. rafe shudders, murmuring a low, “fuck!” as he rolled his hips in tandem with his movements. he allows his mind to wander on her; imagining that it was her hands that were jerking him off instead of his own. 

he mewls, feeling his breathing quicken at the rapid stimulation. 

averting his attention back on her, he sees her toss her phone aside with an absentminded disregard looking seemingly frustrated. rafe’s mind doesn’t even have time to wonder the reason behind her abrupt shift in demeanor, because before he knows it she’s thumbing her underwear over her hips and down her thighs. 

he watches with a piqued curiosity as she reaches over towards her nightstand and tugs open the top drawer; retrieving what looked like to be a pink vibrator. “oh, fuck,” rafe moans, the realization that he was about to witness her pleasuring herself immediately dawns upon him and has his cock lurching against his hand in avidity. 

she leans back against the mattress again, moving around until she’s laid comfortably in position. she bends her knees, firmly resting the heels of her feet against the mattress as she clefts her legs open. rafe chokes on another moan, the visuals of how wet she probably is tortures his imagination, causing him to jerk himself off again, moving from base to tip in one fluid motion. 

she moves the vibrator between her legs, aligning it at the center of her wanton cunt. rafe watches as she arches her back and nudges her hips forward until the head slipped in slowly. she accommodates to its length, stretching herself around it. 

rafe whimpers, hastening the movements of his hand as he watched her slide the tip of the vibrator against her clit. she spreads her legs wider, giving him a better view from this angle as she adds a finger to the stimulation. he tugs harder at his cock, moving in tandem with her as she slides the vibrator further against her arousal slicked cunt. 

she had a bad date and she has to get herself off? rafe doesn’t know who the guy is, but he was a fucking idiot for ruining his chance with someone like her. If it were him, she’d never have to make herself cum like this — he would supply her with as many orgasms as he could pull out of her, fucking her so good that the idea of having to substitute his cock with anything else would bewilder her.

but he’s also admittedly glad that the date was bad because he’s the one gets to watch her this. 

he plays into the idealistic fantasy that she’s doing this for him. she has to be; it’s the reason why she never fully closes her blinds even while doing one of the most intimate things a person can do. maybe she gets off on his voyeurism. is that why she was laid in front of him fingering herself and teasing her cunt with a vibrator so openly like this when she knows that her bedroom is directly athwart from his? did she know he was watching and was pathetically jerking himself off at the sight of her? does she enjoy the attention that he feeds her?

he can tell how sensitive she is just from the way she writhes against the bed and how she has to prevent herself from arching too far off; not wanting to interfere with her impending orgasm. she thrusts her hips into the vibrations, finding the right spot that has her back bowing despite her efforts. “that’s it, baby.” he encourages from afar watching his perfect girl fuck herself so good for him.

she momentarily pulls the vibrator away, bringing it back in slow and light ministrations across her clit to prolong the sensations without overstimulating herself.

rafe’s mind wanders as he envisions himself in the room with her — with his cock replacing her vibrator and giving her the evidential orgasm that she was desperately seeking. he imagines how good she probably smells when she’s on the precipice of an orgasm, at the pretty little noises that she makes while she’s getting fucked unrelentingly until she’s boneless and spent.  

he tugs with vigor, the wet sounds of his cock slapping against his palm ricochets throughout his bedroom. he teases his tip with his thumb, dragging it down in one tantalizing motion. his hands fondle his balls, squeezing, as he continued to jerk himself off. he looks pleadingly at her; blinking through the fogginess of his vision, inwardly begging for her release as he was desperate to cum the same time that she did.

“come on, baby, cum for me.” he says, licking his lips as he hastens his movements.

she slides her fingers inside of her cunt again; out slowly, then faster, dragging and curling them against the sensitive flesh. when she hits the spot against her front walls, her body spams — her head tips back and her hips chase the friction. her hand falls limply to her side and she withdraws the vibrator when she finally cums. 

rafe bites on his lower lip, feeling his balls tightening and sweat gathering at his hairline as he gives his cock a few haste tugs before he’s following behind her, cuming with a profound intensity. his throat clicks as he groans, his cock lurches as he squirts white fluids all over his stomach and thighs. rafe looks over at her again, watching as she remained laid out on top of her bed, still lulling from her orgasm.

when she’s recovered, she stands shakily to her feet and retreats to the bathroom. he uses that as an opportunity to clean himself up too, discarding his stained pair of briefs for a clean pair that he tugs over his hips and thoroughly washing his hands. 

they walk back into their respective bedrooms at the same time. she tucks her vibrator back in the drawer before climbing into bed. rafe follows suit, turning off the light before slipping beneath the covers. she grabs her phone and sends one last text message before she eventually leans over and clicks off her lamp light.

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{summary: a look into rafe and sofia’s thoughts at the party in season 3 episode 7 & a bit of context to their relationship}

{part 2: here}

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ “So this is the VIP life huh?” Sofia smiled over the red lip of her solo cup. She watched with sparkling eyes as Rafe smirked down at her, glancing around, before he answered.

“Hmn Yeah.”

Sofia had a lot of kooks who’d frequented the bar to try their lines on her, but they never took it further than that, always returning to their golf games, never to look her way again. She’d be lying if she said it didn’t hurt. Moving to the Outer Banks a couple months ago from Mexico had been hard…lonely. She’d only made one friend so far. So when this good looking guy, eyes the colour of the ocean, smile bright and winning, had approached her for the second time, she was taken aback… ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

outer banks ships - rafe & sofia (s3 - 4)