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ilovethewayyoulovemelikethat · 2 years

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The summer that changed everything

Type: One Shot about John B (Outer Banks) Rating: Rated R Trigger Warning: Kidnapping Word Count: 4500+ Pairing: John B & Karly Enjoy!

It was finally summer time which meant that it was time to go to their summer vacation home. It was in a small town in North Carolina called outer banks. Karly was ready to get out of the city and just be free for three months. Plus she was missing her best friends. She was in her room packing her bags with her other best friend Amy.

"I'm going to miss you," Amy said.

"I know and I'll miss you," Karly said as she pouted slightly.

"Are you finally going to tell John B?" Amy asked.

"Tell John B what?" Karly said as she tried to act as if she had no clue what Amy was talking about.

"You know what Karly," Amy said.

"I don't know, see how the summer goes," Karly said.

"Uh huh," Amy rolled her eyes.

"Whatever" Karly laughed slightly.

"Seriously though, I'm going to miss you," Amy said as she hugged Karly. "Call me every day," she said.

"I will," Karly said as she hugged Amy. "I think I'm all packed," she said as she closed her suitcase.

Kalya took her suitcase down and placed it in the car with the rest of her family's stuff. She hugged Amy one last time before they left for North Carolina.

-Meanwhile in North Carolina-

John B and JJ were getting ready for Kayla and her family to arrive. Made sure everything in the house was ready and stocked so they wouldn't have to worry about anything.

"Are you ready for her to be here?" JJ asked.

"Of course I am," John B said.

"Are you going to tell her?" JJ asked.

"Tell her what?" John B asked.

"That you like her" JJ nudged John B.

"Maybe" John B shrugged.

"You need to," JJ said.

"Mind yours and I'll mind mine," John B said.

"Uh huh," JJ said as he rolled his eyes. "What time are they arriving?" he asked.

"Late tonight, so probably won't see her until tomorrow," John B said.

"Alright" JJ nodded.

They finished getting everything ready for them to arrive. JJ left the house but John B ended up staying because he wanted to be the first one who saw her. They didn't arrive until late and Karly was asleep in the back seat.

"Hey, John B" Karly's mom said.

"Hey Ms. Jordan" John B said as he hugged her.

"She's asleep in the car," Ms. Jordan said.

"I'll get her," John B said as he opened the car door.

Karly's brother Mack and her father went inside with her mom. John B gently snaked his arms around Karly and picked her up out of the car. She moved slightly as she started to wake up, resting her head on his chest. He took her into the house and laid her on the bed in her room.

"Hey Karly," John B whispered.

"John B?" she rubbed her eyes..

"In the flesh" he smiled as he looked at her. "Go back to sleep, I'll see you in the morning," he said.

"Ok," she nodded and cuddled to a pillow as he placed the blanket over her.

He turned off the light before he left her room. He said his good night to the rest of the family before leaving and heading back to his place. When John B returned to his place of course JJ was there waiting.

"Where have you been?" JJ asked.

"I waited for them to arrive," John B said.

"Oh, you did now?" JJ said. "I wonder why" he crossed his arms.

"Oh huh JJ," John B said as he playfully pushed JJ.

"Did you see her?" JJ questioned.

"She was asleep so I carried her inside and put her into her bed," John B said.

"Oh look at the gentlemen" JJ chuckled slightly.

"Shut up JJ," John B said as he rolled his eyes.

"You are her hero," JJ said as he lay on the couch.

"Uh huh," John B said as he lay on the bed.

Within a few seconds of their heads hitting the pillows, they were fast asleep. In the morning John B was woken up by JJ making loud noises in the kitchen. John B groaned and threw a pillow at JJ before turning back over and going back to sleep.

"Hey Karly," JJ said.

"Uh, what?" John B said as he sat up.

"Gotcha" JJ smiled.

"You asshole," John B said as he laid back down.

"Get up," JJ said.

"I don't want to," John B said as he yawned.

"Don't you want to be all ready when she comes over?" JJ asked.

"Do you even know if she's coming over here or not? No? So hush it" he said as he placed the blanket over his head.

"Uh huh," JJ said as he rolled his eyes.

JJ continued making noises in the kitchen while he made his coffee. John B sighed and pulled himself out of the bed and went into the bathroom. He took a shower and got ready for the day. By the time he finished the rest of the gang was there.

"Hey, guys," John B said. "I thought you couldn't hang out with us anymore Kiara" John B said as he hugged Kiara.

"What my parents don't know won't hurt them" she smiled as she hugged him.

"Guess who's in town," JJ said.

"Who?" Pope asked.

"John B's girlfriend," JJ said.

"What? Karly's back?" Sarah asked.

"Yes she's back in town and she's not my girlfriend," John B said as he pushed JJ.

"But he wants her to be," JJ smiled.

"Oh stop it," John B said.

"We all know it's true John B," Kiara said.

"Ok but she doesn't so can I be the one who tells her?" John B said.

"Of course, you can but don't wait too long," Sarah teased him.

"Not you too," John B said as he rolled his eyes.

"You have liked her forever, you need to tell her," Pope said.

"I know, just trying to figure out when," John B said.

"We are going to hold you to that, this summer," Kiara said.

"Ok if I don't tell her by the midsummer event then you guys can," John B said. "Deal?" he looked around.

"Deal" Everyone said as John B rolled his eyes as he sat on the couch.

John B rolled his eyes as he sat down on the couch. He didn't know how to tell Karly. They were best friends and he didn't want to do anything to lose her. Before he could think about it any longer Karly pulled up. Everyone went outside to greet her.

"Look, it's a stranger," Sarah said.

"Uh huh," Karly rolled her eyes as she hugged Sarah.

"Hey Karly," JJ said as he hugged her.

"Hey, you" She smiled as she hugged JJ and then Pope.

"Hey," John B said softly.

"Hey I saw you last night," She said as she hugged John B.

"Yea and I put you to sleep," He said as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Look at our boy all grown up," JJ joked.

"Uh huh" John B rolled his eyes.

"So what are we doing today?" Karly asked as she stayed close to John B.

"Probably drink and get on the boat," JJ said.

"Sounds good," Karly said. "Let's get the summer started," she said.

"Yea let's" John B smiled.

"Well I'm going to get changed, you guys get everything ready?" she asked.

"Sure," Pope nodded.

She grabbed her bag out of the car and went inside. She went into the bathroom and started to get undressed when John B entered the house. He walked towards the kitchen, walking past the bathroom and catching a glimpse of Karly.

"Sorry," John B said.

"It's ok," She nodded.

"You are hot," He said.

"You think?" She asked.

"Yes of course," he said as he moved closer into the bathroom. "I always have thought that," he said.

"You have?" She looked at him.

He nodded as he moved closer to her gently placing his hands against her hips. She looked up at him as he pulled her closer to him. He placed his hand against her jaw, leaning down slightly. She leaned up allowing their lips to meet, she hesitated for a second before kissing him. He deepened the kiss, pushing her against the wall. She grabbed his hips, keeping him close as she kept the kiss. He broke away from the kiss, placing his lips against her neck. She grabbed the back of his neck as she started to moan.

"Door" she whispered.

"I got it" he pulled away slightly pushing the door shut, locking it before returning to her.

He placed his hand against the back of her neck, pulling her towards him. She kissed him softly but it turned intense pretty quickly. She parted her lips allowing his tongue to slip on, running her hand down his body. She placed her hand over his groin, realizing he was already hard. He pulled back from the kiss as he felt her hand against him.

"Is this ok?" she asked.

"I'm sure they are looking for us," he said.

"I'm sure they are," she said, annoyed.

"Let go" he grabbed her hand and led them back outside.

"Love birds," JJ joked.

"I got the beer" John B rolled his eyes.

He dropped her hand and got onto the boat with the boys. They helped the girls up before sailing off into the lake. Karly grabbed her a drink and went to sit on the bow. Sarah and Kiarra joined her as the boys were talking.

"So anything new with you?" Sarah asked.

"No, I've been focused on school," Karly said.

"Any boyfriends back home?" Kiarra asked.

"No," Karly said as she looked at John B.

"Wait you got it hot for John B as well," Sarah said.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"You are looking at John B, staring at him actually," Kiara said.

"I'm not! He just caught my attention for a second" She rolled her eyes.

"What happened back at the house?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"You two were gone for a while," Sarah said.

"He was getting beer and I was changing," Karly said as she nodded.

"If you say so, but you seemed upset when you came out," Kiarra said.

"I'm fine," Karly said.

Sarah and Kiarra dropped it since it seemed to be something bothering Karly. They sat on the bow and enjoyed their time together, just drinking. Finally, the boys joined them, John B sat next to Karly placing his arm around her shoulders. She looked out towards the water.

"So does anyone need a refill on their drinks?" JJ asked.

"I could use some more, I'll get it," Karly said as she pulled away from John B.

"What did you do?" Sarah asked as she pushed Sarah.

"It's complicated," John B sighed. "I'll talk to her," he said as he got up, following Karly.

"You need some?" She asked.

"No I'm good, but you're not," he said.

"I'm fine, enjoying my night with my friends," she said.

"Karly, I know you," he said. "Can we talk?" he asked.

"Nothing to talk about," She said as she grabbed her cup.

"Stop please" he grabbed her arm. "I know I cold shoulder you back there but I don't want to rush this," he said.

"There is no this apparently" She looked at him.

"Because I didn't want to hook up that quickly?" He looked at her. "Karly," he said.

"You can't kiss a girl and almost hook up then walk away" She crossed her arms. "Without any explanation," she said.

"I'm trying to give you that now," he said. "I've liked you for too long to just rush this, " he said.

"I've always wanted this with you John B and I had it then it slipped from me," she said.

"No, it didn't because I'm still here I just don't want to rush it," he said. "I like you too much for that, you deserve better," he said.

"I'm scared that I would lose you if I told you," she said.

"And I feel the same" he pulled her to him. "But I want this" he tilted her chin up. "With you" he whispered.

She leaned up and kissed him softly as everyone started to cheer. John B wrapped his arm around her, keeping the kiss between them. She smiled against his lips as she pulled away, resting her forehead against his. They finally pulled away from each other and went to sit with the others. She leaned against his chest as they watched the sunset. He kept his arm around her as the night went on.

"So we do this every summer" JJ started to say.

"Yea we do," She nodded. "Wait NO JJ," She said as he grabbed her, picking her up.

Pope and John B picked up Sarah and Kiara and threw them overboard with Karly. Of course, the boys jumped in after them so they all got wet. Once the girls surfaced back up they splashed the boys. John B grabbed Karly wrapping his arms around her. She leaned in and kissed him softly only to push him under the water. He resurfaced and tried to grab her but she swam away. JJ got out of the lake and went to start the fire. John B and Pope also got out of the water to go inside to get blankets. The girls got out of the water. John B wrapped a blanket around Karly and handed one to Sarah.

"It's cold," Karly said.

"Yea yea" JJ laughed. "It's tradition," he said.

"Uh huh," Sarah said.

"One day, you'll pay," Kiara said.

"I'll wait for that day," JJ said. "I got the fire ready," he said.

"Thanks," John B said as he wrapped his arm around Karly. She opened the blanket up so he could also get warm.

They sat around the fire together. Karly cuddled up to John B to stay warm.

"This is nice and all but I'm going to go get warm and go to bed," Karly said.

"I'll join you," John B said.

"Lightweights," JJ said.

"Uh huh" John B flicked him off as he walked with Karly.

She went and changed into her sweatpants and tank top as John B changed as well. He went into the kitchen to grab them a snack when she came up behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and placed her hand against his back. He placed his hand on hers, just taking in the moment. He then shifted his weight as he turned to face her, placing his arms around her. She moved her arms around his neck, moving closer to him. He gripped her hips, picking her up and placing her on the counter. He moved between her legs as he rested his hands against her thighs. She grabbed the back of his neck pulling him closer to her. Allowing her lips to linger against his, making him want it that much more. He finally gave in and kissed her hungry, pulling her to him. She wrapped her legs around him as she kept the kiss, gently tugging at the bottom of his lip. He picked her up off the counter and moved her onto the bed. Moving over top of her still resting between her legs. Pulling away from the kiss to look at her, but she didn't allow him to look for too long. She pulled him back down and kissed him, pushing her hips up and rolling them over. She sat up and pushed the hair from her face as she looked at him. He placed his hands against her hips, sitting up slightly. She leaned down, allowing her lips to linger against his again.

"Not tonight" she whispered before she moved off of him.

"Ok," he said as he took a deep breath in, laying back against the bed.

"Oh you don't like that feeling now do you?" she asked.

"Just getting me back from earlier" he shifted so he was laying on his side.

"Maybe" she looked at him.

"Yea I get it," he said as he brushed the hair from her face.

She snuggled up against his chest as he pulled a blanket over them both. She drifted off to sleep first but he wasn't too far behind her. The rest of the crew finally turned in and found a place to sleep around the house. In the morning John B woke up and got out of bed as gently as he could. Karly was still sleeping, John B went outside where he saw JJ.

"Hey," JJ said.

"Hey," John B said.

"How did that happen so quickly?" JJ asked.

"I don't know, I just saw her in that bathing suit and then we started to make out," he said.

"Oh, that easy huh?" JJ said.

"I guess so," John B shrugged.

"Yet you were so nervous all those years," JJ said.

"I don't want to ruin this," John B sighed. "She's important to me," he said.

"I know that she is important to you," JJ said. "You two are perfect together," he said.

"You think so?" John B asked.

"Yes I do, everyone does," JJ said.

"Last night she killed me," John B joked.

"What do you mean?" JJ asked.

"Well we were making out again and I thought we were going all the way until she pulled away," John B said.

"Did one of your moves I see" JJ nodded.

"Oh, stop," John B said as he pushed JJ.

"You did it to her so pay back," JJ said.

"Uh huh," John B said.

"But seriously, I'm happy for you two," JJ said.

"Thanks, man," John B said.

Karly finally woke up, moving her arm around the bed to realize that John B was gone. She sat up in bed and stretched, looking around for John B. She got out of bed and made herself a cup of coffee, sitting at the kitchen table. JJ and John B finally walked back in.

"Morning sleepy head," John B said as he walked over to Karly, kissing her softly.

"Uh huh," She said.

"Let's go get breakfast down at the cafe," Kiara said.

"Sounds good," John B said. "Are you coming with us?" he said as he looked at Karky.

"Yes, it has food involved so yes" she nodded.

They all went down to the cafe that Kiara's parents owned. They grabbed a table and Karly grabbed a menu. She was the only one since the other knew what they wanted. She leaned against John B as she looked over the menu. She finally decided and they ordered their food.

"So I know you two just got together but is it just a summer thing?" Sarah asked.

"Excuse me?" Karly asked.

"Is it a summer thing?" Sarah asked.

"I hope it's not," John B said as he pulled Karly closer. "We will figure it out," he said.

"I don't think it's just a summer thing" She looked at John B. "I would hope not any way" she whispered.

"It's not" he leaned down and kissed her softly. "I got you now so I'm never letting go," he said.

"Good," She smiled.

The food finally arrived and the conversation went silent. Of course, now Karly was thinking about what Sarah said. Was it just a summer thing? What would happen when they said goodbye at the end of summer? There were so many questions that she wanted to have the answers to but didn't. She pushed it to the back of her mind and decided to live in the moment now. She was his and he was hers so right now that's all that mattered. Plus they had all summer to figure it out so why rush it? A few weeks went by, and John B and Karly were always together. It was the midsummer party, Kiara got them all tickets to go. Karly was at her parent's place getting ready for the event when Amy walked in.

"NO WAY" Karly screamed as she hugged Amy.

"I told you I wanted to come down at some point in the summer," Amy said.

"I know but you didn't tell me you were coming this weekend," She said.

"Surprise," Amy said. "Where are you going, all dressed up?" she asked.

"It's a midsummer party," Karyl said. "I'll text Kiara and tell her that I have a plus one," She said as she texted Kiara.

"You want me to join in?" Amy asked.

"Of course I do, now get dressed," She said.

"Sure" Amy smiled as she went through her bag.

They finished getting ready, right on time because John B just knocked on the door. They came down and went outside to meet John B.

"This is my boyfriend John B," Karly said.

"Oh, boyfriend?" Amy asked. "It's nice to meet you," she said.

"You as well," John B nodded. "Your name was?" he asked.

"Sorry this is Amy, my best friend from home," Karly said.

"Oh, nice to meet you, Amy," John B said.

John B grabbed Karly's hand and intertwined their fingers as they walked to the car. He opened the door helping both of them inside before getting in the driver's seat. Karly snuggled close to John B as they drove towards the midsummer party. John B parked the car and opened the door for them. They meet Karia outside to get their tickets so there wouldn't be any questions. John B went to get them some drinks as Amy and Karly walked around taking in the scene.

"I have something to tell you," Amy said.

"What?" Karly asked.

"Dylan is here," Amy said.

"Are you serious?" she asked. "Why?" she sighed.

"He threatened me to get the information about where you were at," Amy said.

"I thought he was in jail," Karly said.

"He got out," Amy said.

"Is he here at the midsummer party or just here in general?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, I'm so sorry," Amy said.

"It's not your fault," Karly said as she hugged Amy.

"Here you go babe," John B said as he handed her a drink.

"Thank you" Karly nodded as she took the drink.

"And one for you," John B said as he handed Amy one.

"Thanks," Amy said.

"Ok, what did I miss?" John B asked.

"Nothing," Karly said.

Karly took a few sips from her drink before placing it down. She grabbed John B and pulled him onto the dance floor. They spent most of the night just dancing away. All of a sudden Karly saw Dylan at the midsummer party.

"Hey I'm thirsty, can you get me another drink please?" She said,

"Sure," John B said as he went to get her another drink.

"What are you doing here?" She asked as she walked up to Dylan.

"To find you, my love," Dylan said.

"I'm not yours and you are supposed to be staying away from me," She said.

"And what's fun about that?" Dylan asked.

"You went to jail and I have a restraining order," she said.

"Oh my love you are funny," Dylan said as he grabbed her arm. "I like breaking the law" he whispered in her ear.

"I see that, now let me go," she said.

"No, you are coming with me," Dylan said.

"Excuse me, who are you?" John B said as he walked up.

"Her boyfriend, pretty boy," Dylan said.

"What?" John B asked as he looked at Karly.

"You don't need to talk to her," Dylan said as he moved behind Karly, keeping his grip on her arm. She could feel the knife he had against her back.

"Yea he's my boyfriend," she said. As those words came from her lips she could see John B's heartbreak.

"You told me you didn't have a boyfriend," John B said.

"I'm sorry John B," Karly said.

"You heard her, we should go," Dylan said.

She walked out with Dylan, she looked back at John B. She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry" before disappearing with him. John B walked off from the midsummer ball, the crew followed him down to the beach.

"Go away," John B said.

"You know we won't leave you alone," Sarah said.

"How could she do that?" John B asked.

"I don't know," Kiara said as she placed her arm around John B.

"I fucking love her" John B said as he placed his head down in his hand.

"It's not what it looks like," Amy said as she walked up to the group.

"SHE LEFT WITH HIM!" John B said.

"John B calm down," Sarah said.

"I'm sorry but it's not what it looks like," Amy said.

"Then explain!" John B said.

"That is her ex-boyfriend who just got out of jail" Amy started to say.

"Out of jail? Why was he in jail?" JJ asked.

"For beating Karly" Amy looked down. "He got out and threatened to kill me if I didn't tell him where Karly was," She said.

"She's in danger," Kiara said.

"Where did they go?" John B asked.

"I don't know," Amy said. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Ok, we all need to calm down and think straight so we can help her," Sarah said.

"Yea we need to make a plan," Kiarra said.

They went back to John B's place and tried to figure out where he would take her. He was in a new town so he probably did know many places. They stayed up all night trying to figure it out but everything turned out to be a dead end. John B was getting frustrated because he knew every second she was with him she could get hurt. He wanted her to be in his arms, he wanted to keep her safe but right now he couldn't, and that killed him. He slammed his hands down on the table as he stood up, walking away from everyone.

"We will find her," JJ said.

"She could be dead," John B said as the tears slipped from his eyes.

"She's not dead, we will find her John B" Sarah said as she hugged him.

"She's everything to me Sarah," he said as he started to cry.

"And we will bring her back to you," JJ said.

He sat down on the ground, leaning against a tear as the tears fell onto his cheeks. He needed to find her, needed to be strong but right now all he felt was hopeless.

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dreamcatcher139 · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hi! I made this so that it would be easier for everyone to find what I have written so far. Please do not transfer, translate, repost or copy my work to other sites without my permission, because I put my time and my own ideas into it. Thanks!

A FEW LIES AND THE TRUTH - completed! non-canon Rafe x female reader series Summary: Being best friends with Sarah Cameron somehow led to getting closer to her brother, too. The feelings are getting confused and Rafe thought that not saying something doesn’t count as lying.

IT WILL BE OKAY - Rafe Cameron one shot Summary: Rafe has a drug addiction and reader reaches the breaking point (talking about unconditional love really).

THE LOST LIGHTER - Drew Starkey one shot Summary: A meet-cute with Drew

SHATTERED PLANS - second part to The Lost Lighter

A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE - Drew Starkey one shot Summary: Will-they-won’t-they game between Drew and (Y/N) coming to an end.

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eternalbuckley · 4 months

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OUTER BANKS PORN LINKS.

characters: rafe, jj, sarah

warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. the following links are twitter links to porn videos, not fics. please keep that in mind. the videos contain fem / afab people.

a/n: since some of you wanted that i make a list of my current favourite porn videos… here are a few with some scenarios involved 🤓 enjoy babes!!

links are under the cut!

disclaimer: please do not repost or try and take ownership of my work or post this anywhere without my consent. do not translate my work and post it anywhere — i give you no permission to do that. i only post my stories here, so if you find my work anywhere else please let me know! reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated and welcomed!

navigation | masterlists

RAFE CAMERON

› bestfriend!rafe fucking you from behind.

› roommate!rafe fingering you in his bed.

› enemie!rafe choking you while he pounds into you.

› rafe using a knife to scrape off wax from your body. [wax play & knife kink warning]

› riding rafes dick and him breeding you.

› rafe eating you out while you sit on his face.

JJ MAYBANK

› enemie!jj breeding you.

› jj fingering you.

› jj licking your nipples.

› enemie!jj fucking you from behind while you‘re handcuffed.

› giving bestfriend!jj a handjob.

› jj pounding into you while you‘re on top.

SARAH CAMERON

› secretgirlfriend!sarah eating you out after a stressful day.

› fucking sarah with a strap on.

› eating sarah out after a party.

› dom!sarah not letting you cum.

› rubbing bestfriend!sarahs clit.

› using a vibrator on sub!sarah. [a small whip is used a few times for spanking as well]

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obxsprincess · 4 months

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warnings ; toxic references, degradation

”pretty thing ain’t ya pogue” rafe hissed in your ear — fat tip pushing in your sopping pussy. his hickies all over your body, which he had you bent over his couch cushion like a rag doll. thighs jerked around his waist, your tits pressed against the plush couch as his dick slid into your puffy walls

“and fuckin’ tight,” rafes words were so filthy you uncontrollably clenched around his cock. sucking him in even deeper and yet pushing him out. he grunted in response. “fucking do that again and ‘m cumming inside you - damn you want that don’t you baby?” his hand pulled your forehead so you were looking at him — the mere size of his cock making water pool in your lash line. his slow, taunting thrusts left your mind deliciously blank.

“c-cameron we auh auh- cant!” the fact you even got it out surprised you both, yet only made the bastard smirk. “sure I can, you don’t have a say baby’ I’m doing you a favor slut, let’s not forget that, yea’?” a moan slipped from your lips as his hips began to slap into your ass — many moans as he pushed down on your back, thrusting your hips up even higher he hit your sweet spot perfectly “god, such a fucking shame your a pogue, prettiest slut I’ve ever seen. never had kook cock have you, mhm?” you knew he was enjoying the taunts far to much, but his heavy balls slapping against your clit truly blurred out any scoffs you could have resided to. instead being replaced by dirty gasps and moans — all falling from your drool kissed lips. it was answer enough — and he fucking loved it.

“good cause’ mines the only one you’ll ever gonna have, pogue” the words disappeared in your mind before they even set it, the feeling of his tip thrusting right into your g spot triggered your electric laced climax. cunt walls quivering around his dick — balls deep in your squelching pussy.

“p-pull out” you tried to manage — your blurry tinged head barely doing anything to truly protest. it just felt so good.

in an instant, he pried your legs from his waist and pushed your hips down onto the couch — prone boning you from the back as you felt him lick a strike up the side of your neck. ��don’t tell a kook what to do baby” the words almost registered right before he slammed to the hilt once more — his tip twitched against your cervix, a deep groan leaving his throat as his cum leaked down your clenching cunt. “f-fuck you rafe” you panted. feeling him collapse gently on top of you, peeling your sweat brimmed hair from your neck as he layed another purple mark. “your hot when your mad, pogue,” you gasped as he kneeled behind you — thrusting his cum deeper into you, holding it in. “but say it again sweetheart and I’ll make sure every one of your filthy fucking friends knows you belong to me,” you were exhausted — and yet his greedy fingers found your clit, circling it just to prove his point. so sensitive from the touch you bucked against him. “none of them fuck you like I do, do they baby? yea’ none of them ever fuckin’ will”

a/n : toxic rafe just does things to me… carnally. I needed to write a quick blurb lmao. imagining he saw you at a party and well… it’s rafe hehe

#˚₊‧ — ( vees writing) ˚₊‧#rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x you #obx smut #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction

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coryosbaby · 8 months

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Down & Dirty

Fandom: “Outer Banks”

Pairing: mean! Rafe Cameron x fem! Pogue! Bimbo! Reader

Cw: dark themes— dubcon, angst, manipulation, nsfw . Gunplay, dumbification, mud scene, codependency, subspace, anal, breeding, daddy kink, extreme domination, size kink, predator/prey dynamics

A/N: bro I was fuckin FERAL writing this .

Fear courses through you as Rafe Cameron’s hand covers your mouth and he drags you away towards his truck. You knew it was a bad idea to come here by yourself, but you went against your better judgement.

“I really wish you wouldn’t do that.” He calmly but scarily murmurs as you struggle. His bottom lip peeks out and his eyes are almost vacant.

You’ve always known that Rafe is somewhat of a bad person, given the torment he had always given you being Sarah’s best friend— but now, with his grip tight and mean, gun barrel pointing at your skull, you know now that something has shifted inside him — something dark and unforgiving. The hands that had once been soft on your skin, the eyes and body that had comforted you once or twice, regardless of Rafe’s violent tendencies with your pogue friends, we’re now aiming to end your life .

“Rafe, please…” You plead with him, as he yanks you by your hair.

“Rafe, please,” he mocks. “Jesus, you’re fucking pathetic. You’re lucky that I haven’t put a bullet in that pretty fucking skull yet.”

Tears well in your eyes and you kick him in his groin. It makes him groan, and he drops his grip from you. You run away from him, at a certain point having to stop and take your favorite pair of heels off. You were incredibly stupid to wear them here.

Rafe catches up to you quick. He tackles you, and with a loud sloshing sound you both land in the mud on the ground. He wrestles you down until his hands are around your neck. You gasp, trying to run away again, trying to get away from this guy you had once recognized as a form of comfort for you, but to no avail.

“You fucking bitch.” The gun has been lost somewhere beside the both of you, but that doesn’t make the boy any less threatening. “I never wanted to hurt you! You did this to your self- stop fucking squirming!”

You sob as his hands loosen a bit on you. He looks down at your supple chest, your bra now peeking out of your tank top from all of the movement.

“Even now you’re dressed like a fucking slut,” he growls. Your brows furrow. You’ve been avoiding eye contact with him, but now you meet his once again. He looks like a predator about to catch its prey.

He looks angelic, almost… a fallen angel. You breathe out, and with enough strength to pull forward, you kiss him.

You don’t know why you do it— sex is the thing that most men want from you, so maybe that’s why. As a way to plead for your life.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth for a moment, his teeth clacking against yours, but as if pulled out of a trance he rips himself away from you. Mud cakes his face and arms as he gets up to his feet.

You let out a tiny whine as he looks down at you, from frustration or fear you don’t know. Probably both. You flimsily move up on your knees, doe eyes looking up at him with a begging expression.

Rafe’s eyes dart to the other side of you, and he catches sight of the loaded gun laying in a heap on the ground. He grabs it and shoves the barrel against your skull. With one hand he wraps it around your neck and pulls you closer to him.

“The fuck is wrong with you?” He says with a disgusted tone.

You don’t say anything, just let out a little whimper. He catches sight of your tank top again— and a small smirk glazes his features.

He grabs the strings of it and rips the flimsy thing right down the middle. When it settles in what’s about to happen, a wet spot forms in your panties.

You might die right now, covered in mud and grass, but you’re fucking horny.

“I should kill you right now,” he whispers heavily against your ear. “But that’s not what you want, is it? You want me to fuck you, right here on the dirty fucking ground. Don’t you?”

You nod your head, desperate. For what, you don’t know.

He smiles, demented. And he moves the gun down to your mouth. “Just a dirty little pogue that wants to get filled with dick, right?”

“Yes… yes, sir.” You mumble. Your tongue lolls out to lick at the gun barrel. “I wan’ it..”

And that’s all the confirmation Rafe needs. He places the gun in the back of his waistband and begins to undo his belt.

“Of course you do,” he rambles. “That’s all you’ve ever fuckin’ wanted was to get dicked down by me. I always saw the way you looked at me, y’know.”

You move closer to him when he pulls his lengthy cock out of his pants. It’s heavy, thick and long, circumcised, with precum coating the tip. A vein runs down one side of it, almost throbbing.

You reach out and lick the tip of him. He tastes absolutely divine.

“‘S so pretty..” you whisper. You drag your face along it, just to feel the warm skin and lick it all up.

Rafe, bored, grabs your face and positions his cock in front of your mouth.

“Open that fucking mouth as wide as it can go.”

You obey, mouth opening to take him; he shoves his cock in as deep as it can go. He reached behind him to his waistband and the gun is back in one of his hands again. He shoves it against your head for a third time. He groans when you gag around his fat prick, and your body naturally moves forward in between his legs. Rafe takes notice and is quick to wrap his thighs around each side of your head, making sure to squeeze. It’s too much pressure on your head, and you try to move away. But Rafe slaps both sides of your blushing face and thrusts so hard that you gag.

“Don’t fucking move. You move, I’ll fuckin’ shoot you. Do you understand me?”

You can’t nod, but you cry out around him. He holds the top of your hair with his fingers and keeps you down until you can’t breathe.

But seriously, you can’t breathe— your vision goes blurry and you’re almost close to passing out. You’re too dazed to care, But thankfully Rafe doesn’t want to kill you just yet. He forces your head away. You gasp, choking and sputtering, trying to get more oxygen back into your now sore throat. He’s back on you in an instant, though, and he’s leaking so much precum and you’re drooling so much that it’s dripping out of the sides of your mouth. His balls slap against your chin; your nose presses into his pubic hair, and he smells so delicious that you almost start rutting into the filthy ground.

He pulls you off of him when he’s about to cum. You get thrown to the ground, your head hitting the soft mud and caking your face. Rafe discards the gun again, gets down on his knees behind you, and rips your skirt and underwear down your legs vigorously. Your puffy cunt is revealed to him. He tsks, running a finger through your folds.

“So wet. And shit—“ he pulls your cheeks apart, exposing your juicy pussy and tight asshole to the warm air. You clench around nothing as he spits down in between your ass cheeks. “All your little holes are so tiny. Fuck, this is gonna hurt you, sweetheart.”

“Please..” you whimper, pushing your body back against him on your hands and knees. “Need daddy’s big cock. Need it ‘s bad.”

The fact that you’re talking in third person like this should be a bit concerning. Your mind is so far gone. But Rafe doesn’t care about that— all he cares about is ripping your sloppy cunt open.

“I know you do.” He states. His tongue goes down to your asshole. He runs it along that place there, and down to the place in between your ass and pussy. His thumb moves around and lightly massages your clit. It’s the first kind of stimulation he’s given you and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He mutters. “Maybank ever do this to you?”

He’s referring to JJ; he has, although you don’t want to admit that to him. Rafe isn’t the first cock you’ve sucked, the first guy to finger your pussy. But he’s by far the best.

“S-Sometimes..”

It comes out low, and his fingers stop.

“Yeah? You slut yourself out to all those dirty pogues?”

When you don’t answer, his hand comes down on the fat of your ass. You sob.

“No! N-No, just JJ, I swear!”

He reaches around and slaps your pussy. It hurts, and Rafe thinks that you let out a sound like a pained little bunny. The nickname makes so much sense to him, and he’s angry as he lines himself up to your puffy entrance.

“You’re never gonna see him again.” He states. His tip sinks into you. The stretch stings, fucking hurts so bad. You’ve sucked cock but you’ve never had one inside your cunt. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine. You dumb fucking bunny.”

And he pushes himself in, in, in, and you’ve never felt so full, so dirty, so claimed. He pushes past that thin little wall inside you, pops your cherry with his cock’s mushroomed head. When it breaks through blood coats his length; he knows because he begins to move quick after that, sees the red coated on his dick. You’re so tight and sweet and fuck— Rafe doesn’t think he can kill you anymore. He needs to be inside you forever.

“Mine.” He growls. “All mine.”

You’re laying there, having no choice but to take it. The pain feels good. Rafe grabs your wrists and pins them behind your back as he begins to pound you right there in the dirt.

Little ah ah ahs leave you as his balls slap against your clit. He shoves one of his fingers into your mouth. You can taste the grittiness of dirt and under that, his natural taste— mixed with the taste of hand soap, almost. Probably the one that sits back in the Cameron household’s second bathroom, on the counter. Or maybe it’s the body wash that he so often washes himself with; you know this because you use it sometimes. You like the way the boy smells.

“Little pussy’s squeezing me so fuckin’ tight.” He groans. “Best pussy daddy’s ever had baby, fuck.”

He’s almost a whimpering mess himself. He’s not gonna last long because of your cunt— and he intends to make the most of it.

He grabs you by your throat, has bent backwards against him as he presses a messy kiss to your mouth. It’s hungry, it’s crazy, the whole situation is. But you’re both at each other like fucking animals.

“Whose pussy is this?” He demands. You lick at his bottom lip, clench around him just right.

“Yours! ‘S all yours, daddy!”

“Yeah, that’s right.” He huffs, then he thumbs your asshole and watches as you suck him in. “Gonna fuck this tight little ass after this. Gonna take you home and take you right there on my fuckin’ staircase.”

You mewl, and you can tell that he’s close. You reach around to try and rub your own clit, but Rafe slaps your hand away. He turns you over on your back. You can see him a lot better this way, and he looks like a fucking God, pounding you so good like this. He pushes your legs over your head and slides back inside your gummy walls. He buries his face in your neck and his fingers move down to your clit. When he rubs you, it doesn’t take long before you’re cumming on him with a scream. Your cunt tightening around him makes him let out a growl, and you beg him for his load.

“Please, Rafey,” you whine out. “Please cum inside me. I need your cum in my tight little pussy.. wanna be a mommy, wanna have your baby, please please please—“

He lets out an animalistic shout, and his cock squirts warm, white cream right against your cervix. He pounds you even more at the force of his orgasm. When he comes down, he slows and breathes in your scent. The sweet strawberry perfume you wear is right against his nostrils. He pulls out of you, slow. He spreads your pussy lips apart and watches his seed drip out of your gaping pussy.

“Good girl..” he coos, oddly sweet. “Daddy’s good little cocksleeve..”

Your mind is hazy, and even here in the woods you grab his hands and grab him to pull him closer to you. He pushes you away, however, and grumbles, “Don’t. Cmon, get up.”

You comply, on shaky legs. He picks up your tank top, slips it over your head. Your skirt is practically in shreds, so he just puts your panties back on. You’re too fucked out to even care that he’s dragging you to his truck, half naked, cum dripping down your legs. You don’t care.

The ride to the Cameron residence is quiet. Rafe threw the gun in the console when he got in. You fall asleep halfway there, and he turns the radio on softly.

He looks over at you. Caked in dirt, cheeks red, scratches all over your thighs. You must’ve got them from the twigs in the mud.

Something tugs at his chest. He blames it on the adrenaline.

The house is empty; Wheezie, Rafe had sent off to a friend’s. Sarah, running around with the pogues, probably trying to find you. Rose, god knows where. His dad, dead. He does what he said he would do. He sits himself down on the staircase, pulls out his cock, already hard from the way your thighs are wet. He positions you on top of him as you look down at him tiredly. You want to be good for him, though, and let him stretch your ass out on his fingers. Afterwards you move your panties to the side, grab his cock and slide it inside your heat. You bounce on him, mouth agape as you look into his eyes. There seems to be more emotion in them now. He’s calmed.

He digs his fingernails into your hips, and he grunts when your lips find his neck and you suck a bruise onto it. He spills inside you for a second time, and then he makes you go upstairs with him. He pulls you into his bathroom, the one connected to his room, that you’ve never been in. He takes off the both of your clothes and starts a warm shower. He pulls you inside of it, takes a rag and begins scrubbing the both of you down. You lean against him as he does so, leaving kisses against his now bare chest. His fingers come down to your pussy and make you cum again, an oddly selfless act preformed by the boy. A reward because you were good, maybe? He turns the water off when you’re both squeaky clean. You don’t let him out of your grasp until he gets out of the shower and you follow him. He grabs a towel and dries your used body off with it, and then grabs another and does the same for himself. He guides you to his bed, and you crawl into it.

Your mind is still a mess. You feel alight, like you’ve been touched by god himself. But Rafe’s distance from you when he sits beside you makes you frown. It saddens you so much even, that tears well in your eyes again. Rafe can see the tears coming down your face.

“Jesus, are you fucking crying right now?”

Silence, and then a small sniffle. He scoffs.

“Need me to fuckin’ coddle you, or somethin’?”

You don’t say anything, but you do want that— you don’t know why. He had just taken you in the literal fucking mud, like a disgusting fucking animal. But his warm embrace sounds like something that can ease the headache forming in your skull.

Rafe must sense this. Because he groans, and lays himself down in the spot beside you.

“Come here.” He demands, harshly. You turn over, surprised at his words, but comply regardless. You bring your arms up around his neck and nestle in the space between his arm and torso; it’s comfortable there, it’s warm and soft. You like it. Maybe you’re losing your fucking mind.

You feel the need to thank him for his generosity— you still haven’t gotten out of that space he had forcefully thrown you into— and you need him to be proud of you, almost.

“Rafe—” you say, voice a bit hoarse.

“Did I say you could talk?”

“No..” you murmur. “‘m sorry.”

“Better be.”

He pulls the comforter over the both of you. He remembers the gold, the entire reason why this had occurred in the first place. But it can wait. Exhaustion overtakes him. After a moment a small sigh emits from him and his thumbs rub soft circles against your shoulder.

And soft, almost like an angels wings, he kisses your head with plush lips.

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ervotica · 2 months

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thinkin about a hidden relationship w best friend’s brother!rafe — lol this is so unserious but i <3 rafe

perspiration clings to your every pore as you saunter into the kitchen with a swish of your hips, clad in a tiny triangular bikini that barely covers your peaked nipples. rafe cops an eyeful as you lift an arm to push your hair out of your face, scowling before he eats the space between you and presses his chest to your bare back.

“why you parading around in this shit, huh?” he rasps in your ear, a broad palm snaking down to palm at the globe of your ass. the sides of your boobs are visible, spilling from the sides of the flimsy material, every movement sending you closer to a nip slip. rafe curses his sister; if it weren’t for her, he’d have his way with you right over the kitchen counter.

“i’m tanning.” you roll your eyes as if it’s obvious, tipping back your head to take a long sip of water.

“slut,” he seethes.

“prick,” you trill back, a perky grin cracking your expression; he fights his own amused smile, pinching your exposed side until you squeal and leap away from him. you brush past him, every inch of your skin begging to be touched, groped with hands and teeth and lips.

“come back here,” he demands; you blow him a kiss as you make your way back to the pool to lounge with sarah, balancing a cap precariously on top of your head until loose wisps curl around your ears where they’re pressed flat to your temples. you wiggle your fingers through the open doorway in a taunt.

bending down, you set your drink down by the edge of the pool and before you can straighten yourself, a pair of warm hands grab at your sides, lifting you and spinning until you’re moved out of his path; your head spins. rafe grins, sticking his middle finger up in a gesture that has your nose crinkling in disdain even as heat prickles up your spine from his touch alone. sarah groans.

“stop bothering her, you perv!” she yells, and you dip your head to hide the flush that creeps over your neck and heats your cheeks. she rolls onto her stomach and lays down, eyes falling shut, and rafe takes the opportunity to sneak a filthy kiss, prying your lips open with his tongue and a set of rough digits clamping around your bared throat. his spit clings and stretches across your bottom lip as he pulls away.

“comin’ to my room later, princess?” he whispers; you shoo him away, flustered, but nod regardless.

“get outta here,” you giggle. he winks, his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek.

you wobble your way back over to sarah’s side, lightheaded. she scowls in her brother’s direction.

“he’s such a dickhead,” she murmurs. you snort and roll your eyes.

“tell me about it.”

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rafeandonlyrafe · 6 months

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kinktober: innocence/corruption

words: 3.8k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, virgin reader, unprotected sex, m and f receiving oral and handjob, daddy kink, lots of pet names including kitten/good girl/princess/baby, corruption kink from rafe but hes still very sweet, one instance of pussy slapping lol, mild degradation, use of slut

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“i bet you’re so wet right now.” rafe whispers, sending a shiver down your spine.

“i’m not.” you pout, not even fully understanding what he’s saying, mind still fuzzy from the intense kiss he just gave you.

“liar.” rafe smirks, hands still placed on your waist from when he pulled you onto his lap and flush against his body.

“i’m not a liar!” you shake your head, eyebrows furrowing as rafe just lets out a chuckle.

“you are.” rafe says, leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss against your lips, and even though it only lasts seconds, your head begins to feel dizzy again and you lean forward, seeking out more.

“little slut.” rafe whispers as your forehead presses against his shoulder, unable to keep your eyes on his as your chest presses into his. “i can feel your nipples getting hard.” you sit up suddenly, feeling your face get hot as your cheeks blush. you over your breasts with your hands. “they are not.” “move your hands then.” rafe commands, but you press them harder against your chest, willing your nipples to settle down, but when rafe reaches up and rips your hands away, you know he can easily see the hard buds poking out from under the fabric of your shirt.

“i knew it. liar.” rafe cups your breasts, keeping his hands to the outside of them, manipulating them beneath your shirt as the toys with how they sit on your chest.

you should tell him to stop, but you can’t get the words out. rafes thumb suddenly swipes over your nipple and you jump up off his lap.

“now you’re definitely wet.” rafe says, eyes on your pussy that is now level with his face.

“no, i’m not!” you say again, even as you feel something unfamiliar stirring in your stomach. “you’re being a bad boyfriend right now!”

“the only thing that would make me a bad boyfriend, sweetheart, is if i didn’t take care of my girls pussy when it got wet for me.”

“it’s not wet!” you whine, cutting rafe off before he can say something, “and don’t call me a liar again!” rafe closes his mouth in a hum, eyes coming to meet your face. “then show me.” “what?” you question, glancing down your body.

“if you’re not wet, show me your pussy. let me see.” rafe is staring up at you expectantly, and the flame burning inside of you speaks before the logical part of your brain can.

you humph and pull your shorts down your legs, leaving you bare. rafes eyes widen, expecting a second layer underneath.

“open up, kitten.” rafe taps your thigh, and you spread your tightly clenched thighs just slightly, revealing a mess of sticky wetness. rafe smiles up at you, and you want to cry out of shame and embarrassment, but mostly for lying to your boyfriend about not being sopping wet.

“there. you’ve seen. i’m a liar, now let me put my shorts back o- ahhh!” you let out a scream as rafes hands land on your hips, pulling you closer to the couch he’s sat at as his lips attack to your clit, forcing his head between your legs as they part so you don’t lose your balance.

“rafe!” you scream, reaching over him and holding onto the back of the couch as he tongue pokes out of his mouth, licking up the wetness you claimed wasn’t there.

you let out a series of moans as he focuses directly on your clit, bringing you a type of pleasure you’ve never felt before. you know in that moment that there’s no going back, no going back to the innocence you once possessed as you reach a hand to the back of his head, pressing his face further into your cunt.

“admit it.” rafe mumbles against your pussy, only pulling away slightly to speak, letting you feel the vibrations of his voice. “admit that me kissing you made you this wet.” “f-fine.” you cry out as his lips wrap around your clit, giving it a suck that makes you see stars. “fine! yes! you got me all wet.”

“you lied.” rafe pulls away fully, and you try to push his head back between your legs, but he won’t let you. “you lied to your boyfriend. i thought you said we would always tell each other the truth.”

you didn’t trust rafe when he first asked you out. you were new to the outer banks and came from a very sheltered life, so when you finally agreed to be his girlfriend, you made sure some rules were put into place. you didn’t even think to include anything about sex, you’ve never experienced it before.

“i’m sorry.” you pout, the shame about the lie now mixing in with how dirty you feel.

“i’ll forgive you, baby.” rafe tugs you down onto his lap, depositing you on his knee so you’re now face to face. “i’ll forgive you if you’re very good for me tonight and do everything i say.” “okay.” you whisper, not wanting rafe to be mad at you. you blink back the tears that have welled up in your eyes, you cunt clenching around nothing as you wish for his mouth back on you again, back delivering the world-changing pleasure.

“good kitten.” rafe says, cupping your cheek and bringing you in for a soft kiss, but you don’t want soft now that he’s shown you so much more. you deepen the kiss, opening your mouth slightly for rafes tongue, granting him permission as your own tongue tangles with his.

you lean forward to get a better angle, but also end up pressing your cunt into his thigh. you moan into his mouth, rocking forward against his jeans, no doubt leaving a large wet spot as you continue to move.

you don’t even realize that rafe has stopped kissing you, sitting back to watch you get yourself off on his leg. you place your hands on his chest, pushing your clit directly into the muscle.

rafe gives his leg a sudden bounce, making your legs widen. you cry out, eyes closing as you grind down.

rafes hands land on your hips, and you hope he’s going to help, but instead he forces you to stop, shifting you so you’re not lined up anymore. “no, rafe, stop-” you whine, opening your eyes to see his stern expression greeting yours.

“dirty sluts get themselves off like this. i thought you were my good kitten, not a dirty slut.” rafe says, making you almost cower at the harshness in his tone.

“i am good.” you pout, sticking out your bottom lip, and rafe can’t hold back the urge to lean forward and bite it, tugging you back into a ravishing kiss, only pulling away when you’re both out of breath.

“good girls also don’t lose their virginity on a couch. let me take you up to bed, princess.” you just nod, standing up off rafes lap, who only lets you stand for a moment until he’s up, sweeping you into his arms.

“wh-what do good girls do when losing their virginity?” you whisper as he climbs the stairs, feeling your face redden again.

“good girls do as their boyfriends say. and you’re gonna do so good honey, no reason to be nervous.” rafe kisses your cheek as he sets you down on his lush bed, closing the door behind him, hoping that will make you feel a bit more comfortable despite being completely alone in the house.

rafe stands next to the bed as he tips your head up, giving you a sweet kiss that has your nerves fluttering away. he smiles down at you, a wickedness shining through, not able to be fully concealed.

“can you…” you mumble, and then stop, remembering that you’re supposed to listen to your boyfriend, not tell him to do things.

“it’s okay, baby, ask.” rafe asks, giving you the permission you needed to speak.

“can you take your shirt off?” you ask, surprised at your ability to keep eye contact while asking, remembering the time you went out on his boat and rafe took his shirt off, and you were unable to take your eyes off of him.

rafe doesn’t respond with words, instead pulling the tshirt off over his head and tossing it away. he takes your hand in his, placing it on his bare chest, giving you permission to touch.

you glide your hand over his smooth skin, admiring the way his muscles stand out. you move lower, eyes following your fingertips as you feel his abs, moving lower and lower until you get to the hem of his sweatpants.

you let out a gasp when your eyes finally meet what’s right in front of your face. rafe is straining so hard through his sweatpants that you know it must be painful, the way he’s pushing against the fabric.

“what do… good girls do with this?” you ask, hoping rafe knows what you’re referring to.

“they touch it.” rafe says, taking your hand again and lowering it over his crotch, pressing your palm against his hardness, making him let out a grunt.

“that feels good?” you ask as you begin to rub your hand over it.

“baby, it feels amazing.” rafe steps back, and you frown, going to ask him if he’s lying about it feeling good if he’s making you stop, but then he grabs his sweatpants and lowers them down, taking his underwear with him.

your eyes widen at the sight in front of you, a primal urge taking over as you reach back out, wrapping your fingers around his thick length. you’ve never seen a cock up close, and definitely not one as beautiful as the one your boyfriend possesses.

“fuck, your hands on me are heaven.” rafe moans, and you feel a flutter in your heart at the praise, beginning to stroke your hand up and down over his shaft, eyes occasionally traveling up to his face to make sure he’s still enjoying your movements.

you try different things, try faster, try slower, you even take your palm and rub it against the end of his cock, making rafe suddenly thrust forward with a moan. you can tell he likes it, but his reaction scares you slightly, so you keep to stroking his length.

“you want to know what else good kittens do?” rafe asks. he smiles when you quickly nod.

“they lick it.” he says, taking a step closer so he’s between your legs, not failing to notice the way your wetness has grown to leave a mark on his bed, but you’re so focused on him that you’ve forgotten the ache in your pussy.

“oh.” you say, leaning forward and taking an experimental lick of the head of his cock. you look up at rafe, swallowing the slightly salty taste that’s left on your tongue.

“come on.” rafe encourages you, and you lean forward, licking again, relishing in the taste as you continue, covering the head of his cock with spit as you get into the feeling.

once you’re used to it, you begin to move your hand again, stroking it from base right up to his head where you continue exploring with your tongue.

“try sucking.” rafe says, and you only hesitate for a moment before opening your mouth, placing the head of his cock against your tongue. you close your lips over it, surprised how big it feels inside of your mouth.

you give a gentle suck before looking up, not wanting to hurt rafe. “harder.” he commands, and you close your eyes, focusing again as you give him a harsher suck. the moan rafe lets out spurs you to continue, caressing his cock with your tongue inside of your mouth as you continue to suck.

your hand, that was holding him steady at the base, begins to move again, and you develop a rhythm of sucking and stroking him when suddenly rafe pulls away, chest heaving as you swallow the remnants of his taste on your tongue.

“did i mess up?” you ask, making rafe let out a breathy laugh.

“no, baby, not at all. i just almost came.” he explains, reaching to run a hand through your hair.

“oh!” you say, eyes widening. you almost made him orgasm. you knew that was the end goal, but you never realized how good you were doing. you feel a bit of pride grow in your chest at that.

“you know, we can keep practicing until you eventually can suck all of me.” you glance down to his cock, eyes widening, wondering how you’re supposed to fit all of him inside of your mouth.

“don’t worry now, darling.” rafe ducks and gives your forehead a kiss. “we will work up to it. for now, why don’t you take your shirt off then lay on the bed?” you had forgotten completely about your own pleasure, but at the reminder you realize how hard your nipples have grown, and how the need to have him back between your thighs has only gotten bigger as you sucked him off.

you shuck your shirt off, no longer feeling as insecure now that rafe is naked. you scooch further up on the bed until you’re able to lay down on the pillows, watching as rafe paces at the end of the bed, eyes never leaving your body as he admires you, admires you like a predator does their prey before taking them down.

“spread your legs.” rafe commands, and you follow his instructions instantly, bearing your pussy to him.

rafe gets onto the bed, kneeling between your thighs. he runs his hands over your legs, trying to control himself, but the need to hear your moans again is too great.

he presses his thumb to your clit, easily rubbing over it due to your slickness. your back arches up off the bed, letting out a cry.

“good kitten, shh.” rafe says, bring his thumb up and sticks it in his mouth, tasting your wetness before quickly reconnecting. “i’m gonna touch you somewhere new.”

you barely register his words, too focused on the way your clit is pulsing with pleasure. your eyes that you hadn’t even realized had slid closed shoot open when the tip of rafes finger presses against your hole.

“rafe!” you squeal. you’ve never had anyone touch you there before.

“remember what i said about good kittens?” he reminds you. you take a deep breath, letting your body relax. you trust your boyfriend, and you need to make up for lying to him earlier.

“good girl.” rafe presses his finger harder, until it breaks the seal of your hole. he could moan just from the first knuckle being inserted, knowing you’re going to squeeze his cock so tight.

his finger keeps pushing in, and you feel like it’s impossibly long. it’s uncomfortable for a moment, but his thumb continues to move over your clit, and the discomfort changes to pure elation as you feel a high rising over your body.

“stop, rafe, i think i’m gonna pee!” you warn, but his thumb continues to move, and he turns his hand so his finger quirks up, pressing against the spot inside of you that has you tumbling over the edge, entire body arching up as you moan, letting out a slew of words that sound like rafes name mixed with curses, curses that you never let pass your lips but you can’t help it now.

your entire body shakes as you feel wave after wave of pleasure, all from rafes adept hands. he slows his thumb on your clit and eventually stops when it pulses angrily underneath him, but he keeps the singular digit inside of you.

“did i pee?” you ask, afraid to even look down, unsure what just happened.

“no, baby, you just came. you had an orgasm.” rafe explains, placing his freehand on your outer thigh and rubbing it comfortingly.

“that felt…” you don’t know how it’s possible for you to blush anymore, but you do, “that felt really good.”

rafe smiles down at you, “i know honey, and i’m gonna help you feel another one since you’re such a good kitten. and you’re gonna help me cum too.”

“i’m gonna help you feel like that?” you ask, wanting to experience the intense feeling with your boyfriend.

“you are.” he nods. “this is why you’re such a good girl, we are gonna get to do this all the time now. i’ll show you how to orgasm with my cock, and with my tongue.” “i can cum on your tongue?” your eyes widen, remembering the way his soft but skillful tongue felt against you.

“you can.” rafe says, “but first, i need to open your pussy up with my fingers so i can fit my cock inside of you.” “i don’t know if it’s gonna ffffff-” you’re cut off as rafe begins to move his finger again.

“i’ll fit baby, don’t worry.” rafe says, feeling how good you’ve already opened up for him. your body lays slack against the mattress, and he’s glad that you got to your orgasm so quickly so he can focus on opening you up while you’re relaxed.

he moves until his singular digit pushes easily into you. he looks up to find your eyes closed, taking deep breaths as you attempt to keep your body relaxed, but you do tense up momentarily when a second finger joins in pressing against your entrance.

before you can even freak out, they are both plunging inside of you, moving easier due to your wetness.

“baby girl, you’re making me so proud.” rafe says, and he swears you actually start to glow under his praise. his innocent little girlfriend, somehow managing to remain sweet even as he finger fucks you.

“can you… touch my clit again?” you ask, swallowing thickly.

“no, princess. next time you cum i want it to be on my cock. i’ll touch your clit then.” rafe says, noticing the face you make. “don’t pout or you won’t cum at all.”

you wipe the frown off your face, really wanting to feel what it’s like to orgasm with rafes cock inside you, even if it looks too large.

“i’m gonna scissor my fingers now, kitten.” rafe warns, and you let out a moan as he starts to open up his fingers, pressing them against your walls to make space for himself.

“there you go.” rafe mumbles, eyes on your cunt as you loosen. he can barely stand to wait any longer as he gently pulls his fingers out, sucking them into his mouth to get another taste of you.

“t-time for your cock?” you ask, whispering the last word so quietly that rafe can barely hear you.

“yes, time for my cock. be a good girl and stay relaxed.” rafe considers what position will be best for you before grabbing a pillow that you’re not resting your head against, and moving it to underneath your hips. he moves closer on the bed, rubbing the head of his cock against your pussy.

as soon as he brushes your entrance, you tense up.

“hey.” rafe warns, pulling his hips back as he delivers a swift slap to your pussy, right over your clit that has you crying out. “i said relax.” “sorry.” you whimper, taking a deep breath as rafe lines himself up again. he pushes his hips forward, moaning as the head of his cock is concealed by your tight heat, walls constricting him but he’s able to keep moving as you stay relaxed.

“good girl.” rafe praises you as he sinks in, pausing to move at a snail pace when you squirm or make a noise of discomfort.

eventually, his hips are settled right between your thighs, pressed as deeply as they can go. as much as rafe wants to go feral, he doesn’t want to cause you too much pain, so he lets you have a moment to adjust.

“so big inside me daddy.” you whimper, unsure of where the name came from.

“daddy, huh?” the corner of rafes lip quirks up. “maybe you’re not a good girl after are, maybe you are a dirty slut.” “i’m no-oooo!” you scream as rafe beings to move, his hips pulling away and then slamming back in. your eyes roll back in your head at the feeling of his cock moving against your walls, every inch feeling so sensitive.

“you’re not a dirty slut? because this is exactly how dirty sluts behave when they have their daddies cock inside of them.” rafe moves faster when he feels that you’re only getting wetter.

“i wanna be your good kitten.” you whine, hands grasping at the sheets.

“hmm.” rafe slows down so he can feel every inch of you, using his cock to memorize the way you feel around him. “maybe you’re my good girl and my dirty slut. can you be both for me baby?” “i can, i can.” you whine, feeling tears slide down your face. rafe keeps one hand stabilizing your hip and uses the other to swipe his thumb across your cheeks to collect your tears.

“be my slut and my princess. cum on my cock for me.” rafe wants to last longer, he really does, but now that he knows how dirty you can be when he pushes you, especially the way you reacted to him slapping your pussy, he knows this is by far the last time you let him play with your body.

he speeds up, his cock swelling inside of you as he rubs you clit again, as promised. you moan consistently, unable to control your voice as you get closer and closer to the edge, now able to identify the feeling as it hits you hard.

rafes cock hits your insides just right, and you explode at the same time as him, your cunt squeezing repeatedly in your orgasm, milking all of the cum out of him as he shouts your name, releasing himself as deeply as he can.

you are both breathing heavily when rafe falls forward, pressing his body against yours. you whine at the change of position in his cock as he keeps it lodged deep inside of you.

“was i good?” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his jaw as rafe picks his head up.

“you were so good, princess. such a dirty little whore for me.” rafe kisses you in earnest, delighting in the way your lips slide over each others, even more open to the make out now than you were before you had sex. “gonna be your good little slut from now on.” you whisper against his lips, surprised to feel rafes cock twitch inside of you as he rehardens slightly.

rafe presses a deep kiss to your lips, “i know you will, baby. i’m so proud of you.”

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hapinesbuterfiy · 4 months

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once you started seeing stanley cups all over your tiktok for you page you were hooked. you went straight to target and bought the light pink 40oz, so excited about your new cup!

today, rafe was taking you to the beach so that you would finally stop making fun of him for "not going outside". once you got the "i'm outside" text you slipped on your pink flipflops, grabbed your stanley, and made your way out the door and into rafe's car.

once you got in the car, you noticed the confused expression on his face. "why are you carrying a pink metal jug around" he questioned, eyeing the dainty pink ribbon tied around the handle.

"it's a stanley cup! they're all over my tiktok feed i had to buy it. isn't it pretty?" you chirped into his ear, looking up at him while taking a sip from the white straw sticking out the top of he cup. "what's the point? just carry around a regular water bottle like a normal person" he scoffed, a confused expression still on his face as he focused on the road.

"rafe! you're such a guy you'll never get it!" you rant, jaw dropped in disbelief over the fact he insulted your cup. "i-" he laughs, rolling his eyes at you. "just don't understand why you need that big thing, baby it's like half your size" he continues to laugh, peering over your shoulder while trying to find a spot in the crowded beach parking lot.

"i have to stay hydrated! it's cute, pink, and has a bow. what's not to like about it?" you continue, flailing your hands around as you argue with him. "s'all i'm saying is that it's impractical. 'm not carrying it either" his voice slowly drifting out as he gets out of the car walking to the trunk to retrieve your bags and beach chairs.

"but rafe! it's heavy and i have to carry my bag" you argue, giving him your best pout. he grabs the cup out of your hand, toying with the ribbon tied around the handle.

"fine, fine, fine i'll carry it. stop with the pout" he scoffs, placing his free arm around you as you walked up the beach.

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lust4lore · 4 months

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MDNI

cw: overstim, fingering, dumbification, mild dacryphilia, slight mention of drugs towards the end

rafe cameron loves it when you go all dumb on him. that sweet spot after your second or third orgasm when your babbling nears incoherent, broken whimpers and whines falling from your mouth as your pretty eyes grow starry and dazed. the point of overstimulation where your mind goes fuzzy and you can’t distinct whether you want him to stop or keep going, so the only intelligible words coming out of you are ‘rafe’ and ‘please’

oh, he’s so mean about it, too. all mocking pouts and teasing coos against the shell of your ear ‘thought this was what you wanted, sweetheart, hm?’ ‘what was that, baby? couldn’t hear you, you’re gonna need to speak up’

over and over, he’ll curl his fingers up against that spot that has you crying out and clawing at his back, thumb brushing your clit every so often as your shaky thighs close around his wrist. you’re not getting away that easy, though, and of course he parts them once more with a strong hand before clicking his tongue in disapproval.

it’s just something about seeing you like this that sets him off on a power trip— the feel of your wet cunt fluttering around his fingers, pink lips parted and glistening while your eyes roll back into your head. god, don’t get him started on the tear tracks that run down your flushed cheeks. the sight of you begging— no, crying for him has him harder than he’s been in his life.

he’d never admit it, but it’s better any line he could’ve done, satisfies him more than any high he’s been on. it may seem the other way around, but you have rafe cameron wrapped around your finger.

#𓇼 indigo writes!#𓇼 blurburburb #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #drew starkey #rafe x reader #rafe smut #rafe obx #rafe imagine #outer banks #obx fic

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 9 months

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reader gets super drunk with the pogues so they have to call rafe to get her. And he wasn’t very happy

lets have a good time

pairing(s): bf!rafe cameron x gf!fem!reader , the pogues x reader

warnings: alcohol, pet names, almost a fight

summary: after having one too many to drink, your friends are forced to call your boyfriend.

authors note: thank you for the request!! enjoy :)

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

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“c’mon, sarah. please?” you whined.

“babe, you’ve already had way too much to drink,” she said with a chuckle.

you began to pout. “but rafe never lets me drink and we haven’t all been together in sooo long,” you dragged. “this is like—like the one night we can have fun. so why not enjoy it.”

“you’re enjoyin’ it alright,” jj joked, taking another sip from his beer.

that gave you an idea. jj always drank with you.

you turned to him with a smile and the two full shot glasses. “jj?”

he could never turn down alcohol. “why not?”

you cheered and handed him one of the shots before counting down, connecting your lips with the glass and leaning your head back as the burn slid down your throat.

the two of you high fived each other before starting to pour yourselves another.

“you think we’ll have to call him tonight?” john b asked, standing with pope, sarah, and kiara as they watched the two take more shots.

sarah nodded. “definitely. she’s not walking in this state.”

“he’s gonna be pissed,” pope said.

“so pissed,” kiara agreed.

sarah sighed and shifted her weight to one foot. “who’s gonna do it this time?”

john b and pope put their fingers on their noses quickly. once kie noticed, she did the same.

“not fair,” the blonde said. “i don’t wanna text him.”

kiara laughed. “he’s your brother. if he hears it from us, he’d probably run us all over on the way here.”

she sighed but pulled out her phone and began to search for his contact to call him instead while you and jj were still drunkenly stumbling around each other, laughing uncontrollably, dancing to the music and taking another shot.

“what do you want?” he asked, voice louder now that he was on speaker.

sarah rolled her eyes. “can you come get y/n? we’ve all been drinking, some more than others, and i don’t think its a good idea for us to drive her home.”

“what the fuck, sarah? i told you about this shit already. stop—“

she hung up before he could get another word out. john b reached into the cooler and grabbed out some beers, handing one to each of the three. “we’re gonna need ‘em for this one.”

“it’s like a ticking time bomb,” kie said. “we’re basically sitting ducks right here.”

sarah shook her head. “he won’t do anything too bad. you know she doesn’t like when he gets all mouthy with us,” she replied, referring to you.

and in record breaking time, the big truck was pulling into the dead patch of grass on the side of the chateau.

you gasped when you saw your boyfriend approaching and immediately run up to him, without stumbling and tripping as much as you can, flinging your arms around him and holding yourself close to him. “hi, rafe,” you slurred against his chest.

“hi, baby,” he said softly. your balance was completely off. he wrapped his arms around you to ensure you wouldn’t fall then looked up to his sister and the rest of the pogues. “are you kidding me?”

sarah shrugged. “she was having fun, rafe. let her.”

“what did i tell you about this? look at her. she can barely even stand,” he spat angrily. “i told you to watch her. and you didn’t. you’re supposed to monitor how much she’s drinking so she doesn’t—“

“hey,” you mumbled quietly, leaning off his chest and stumbling back slightly to look at him. “‘s fine. ‘m fine. i was jus’ havin’ fun with my friends and—and i had a little too much. sarah even—even told me i was drinking too much. ‘s fine though. can we jus’ go home?” you slurred between hiccups.

he took a deep breath. he could never say no to you.

“c’mon,” he said softly. you waved goodbye to all your friends and with a hand on your back to keep you steady, he led you to the car. his hands found your waist to help you up into your seat, strapping you in then shutting the door and hastily walked around to the other side.

you giggled when he got in. “i had sooo much fun today, rafe.”

he smiled to himself and began to reverse out. “i can’t wait to hear all about it, sweetheart.”

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rubiehart · 1 month

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bsf!jj would literally pull your tampon out if it ever got stuck

i’m giggling imaging this cuz it’s so silly. he’s the only person at the chateau and you’re fucking panicking so you go into him like got a little problem need your help… and he’s all ears obviouslyyy!! until ur leant over the sink legs spread apart, bottom half completely bare whilst jj stands behind you… spreading ur cheeks to get a good look at it.. tutting when he sees that it’s literally jammed, he’s also turned on BEYOND belief cuz he can see your pussy clenching around nothing in the cold bathroom. “can you see it?” you ask, shuffling a little on your socked feet.

“uh, yeah. ‘s pretty jammed, i gotta say.” he sniffs, readjusting his hands on you to keep you spread, youre leaning your forearms on the cold sink as you hear him cough awkwardly. “i mean.. i could probably get it.. just gotta get up there.. can i?” he’s asks and you just nod, involuntarily clenching as you mutter out a “yeah.” he eventually gets it out, not mentioning how you were leaking on his hand the whole time.. pulling your panties back up and giving him a fistbump. “thanks dude.” and it’s just never mentioned again??

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ipetite69 · 3 months

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can't stop thinking about greasy curtain bangs!rafe and buzz cut!rafe actually being twins. both are used to sharing everything, and you're not the exception. i mean, why have only one when you can have both of them just to yourself?

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#just pretend they have different names lmao #i desperately need someone to write about this PLEASE #rafe cameron #outer banks #rafe cameron brainrot #rafe cameron obx #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagines #rafe obx

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cozymaples · 5 months

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money can't buy. | (rafe cameron x reader)

contains: public sex, posessive!rafe (like he could ever be anything else)

rafe cameron, who has the money to buy you all the things you could possibly want. rafe cameron who knows he has the one thing you want that money can't buy. rafe cameron who has you pinned up against the bathroom wall of the country club's venue, sliding his cock deep into you as he guides your hips down to sink onto him.

his large palms slide under your dress, bunching the fabric as his hands search upwards for your thighs. your panties have already been torn from you, discarded into his inner jacket pocket. he bullies you into believing he throws them away, but he's got them. every torn pair. since his hands are occupied, you take the opportunity to cradle his face in your hands, sliding down to his shoulders as you moan loudly. "shut the fuck up," he scolds, not wanting to let go of you. you know the partygoers outside the door are probably minding their own business for the most part, but rafe was right; there was always someone listening.

he presses his lips to yours, and the way he kisses you makes you see stars. he always kisses you like a man starved, even more relentlessly when he's eating your pussy. when you part your lips for air, he licks into your mouth, silently begging you for more. he'd never say it, of course. not now. not yet.

he holds your hips steady, tugging you down onto him fully, the wall behind you assisting in supporting your frame. "my pretty girl." he notes, mumbling the confession against your mouth. you've been so focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you, that you almost didn't notice he'd said something. "wha-?" you breathe, finally parting from the moans you'd been spilling. "i said you're mine." he says again, fucking into you harder this time. "say it." he demands. "say it back." his hands are still housed under your dress, wrists shelving the bunched fabric as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. "i'm yours-" you say, sincerely.

he nips at your jawline. "again."

"'i'm-!" you whine softly as he repeats his action, soothing it with his tongue after. "yours-rafe, god-i'm yours-" you babble, feeling your orgasm approaching. his hand slides lower, thumb messily rubbing circles into your clit. "look at me." he says, and you oblige. "want you to remember who made you feel this good. every fuckin' time." your brows furrow, whimpering as he nods. you desperately try to conceal your moans, and he reads you. you come undone for him, clenching around his cock, and he catches your moan in his mouth. your lips vibrate against his own from the sound, and he stays connected to you. his load follows, his cock throbbing as you drain him. he pulls back, not caring that his load will drip down your legs. not at all.

you're his, after all.

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coryosbaby · 8 months

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Cw: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), intoxication/drug use, a bit suggestive . Slight angst . Soft Rafe <3

Rafe, he thinks, fell in love with you before the drugs.

He shouldn’t of— and for obvious reason. You were perfect, an angel. But you were Rose’s daughter.

He tried to pry the thoughts away, at first. Tried not to think about your kindness, your innocence, your pretty eyes — your ass, your tits, your cunt. But it wasn’t long before they utterly consumed him.

Another day it was, in the Cameron household: Rafe, coming home, completely coked out of his mind, drunk, and clattering around in the kitchen. He didn’t know what he was looking for, just knows that it had something to do with a spoon and a jar of peanut butter.

It would’ve been almost funny if he didn’t look so distraught to you. When you came down the stairs you knew the noises were Rafe. He always did this; you’d have to clean him up, put him to bed— sometimes you’d cook for him. But that was when he was in your good graces.

“Rafe, what the fuck are you doing?” You groaned, rubbing your eyes sleepily. He hadn’t woken you up, but you were extremely tired. You had wanted to wait up for him because he promised to go on a 7/11 run with you when everyone was asleep and then watch a few movies.

And as usual, he broke his fucking promises.

It angered you, but when Rafe turned around and greeted you with that beautiful intoxicated smile, your frustration wavered when you saw the way his eyes seemed to light up.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Hi, Rafael.”

He frowned, knowing you only called him that when you were aggravated at him. He stumbled drunkly when he tried to approach you. You made sure to catch him by his arm.

“God, you’re wasted,” you said. “Do you feel sick?”

“I did…” he slurred. “But ‘m better now that my favorite girl is here.”

Your face became flushed at his words, but you pulled yourself out of your wandering thoughts and dragged the boy over to the couch. He plopped down onto the cushions, grunting.

“‘M tired..” he murmured.

“Gotta check you for any cuts, first.”

You usually checked him out so you could make sure he wasn’t fighting anyone or getting any bad injuries; he was likely to not even feel it until morning, and when he got a disgusting cut on his ankle once it had got infected and he had to be sent to the hospital. You’ve cleaned up his wounds since then.

And of course, taking his palm into your hand, you found that he had a medium sized cut on his palm. You sighed.

“Any idea how you got this?” You asked.

“No sir, doctor, sir.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“You love me.”

It was true, but you just let out a scoff and went to get the first aid kit from one of the cabinets in the nearest bathroom. Pulling out the proper cleaning materials, you got on your knees in front of Rafe and began to care for his wound. He was almost in a daze as you did this; you looked even better when he did a line or two. He’d mistaken you for an angel quite a few times.

“You’re ‘s pretty.” He whispered.

You couldn’t help but smile. You didn’t say anything until you could see that his eyes were shut and his breathing had calmed. You looked up at him and lightly slapped the side of his cheek.

“Rafe— you can’t go to sleep yet.” You stated calmly. He opened his eyes, just a tiny bit, and a grin spread across his face when he saw your doe eyes staring up at him.

“Sorry, sweets. Couldn’t help it.”

You finally wrapped some gauze around his cut. Made sure to press a kiss to it. He always gave you hell if you didn’t.

“Cmon. Gotta get you upstairs.” you said.

Rafe yawned and stretched when he stood up, and you grabbed his hand so you could guide him up to his room. It was immediate when he saw his king sized bed, and he made sure to strip down to his briefs and climb under the covers. You tried not to stare too long at his chiseled chest or his pretty sculpted muscles. You were about to leave when his fingers grabbed your wrist and wrapped tightly around it.

“Stay,” he murmured. “Don’t want you to go, momma.”

The nickname isn’t one he used often, but on nights like this he let it slip up once or twice. You didn’t mind it; in fact, it was quite cute.

“I shouldn’t,” you replied.

“Please.”

You couldn’t say no when he begged like that, with those puppy dog eyes. You had already gotten into your pajamas earlier in the night and done your skincare routine so you didn’t really have anything left to do. You climbed in beside the boy, laid down beside his half naked body. You didn’t trust yourself or him to be in the same bed, but exhaustion was taking over you and you just wanted to sleep.

“Happy?”

“Mhm..”

He looked up at you, dazed. He stared at your lips almost intensely. It wasn’t long before his breath was hot against your lips and he was trying to lean in.

You move away from it, from his kiss. You couldn’t do that with him. You knew how wrong it was.

“Don’t. Please,” you murmured to him. Rafe looked saddened, pained, at your rejection.

“Give me one kiss,” he pleaded. His thumb came up to run over your bottom lip. Your face was on fire. “Just one, I promise. I can’t keep going on like this forever, without one kiss.”

You wanted to kiss him; you wanted it so badly that it hurt. You had wanted it since the first year that you moved in and saw him sitting at the kitchen counter with a bowl of cereal every morning. You’ had wanted him since he taught you how to roll your first joint, took you to your first high school party.

You always wanted him.

You gave him what he begged for. It was small, feather light and like angel wings against Rafe’s lips. He went back in for another one; he knew he promised just one, but as usual, the boy didn’t keep his promises.

You let him, though. And it felt nice. He peppered them along your neck, too, after that. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and the cologne he used as he did it. It left electric shocks along your skin.

After one more sloppy kiss against your jugular, he pulled away and buried his face into your neck sweetly.

You didn’t know how you were going to look at him in the morning. You didn’t know if he even remembered the next day.

He did, though. He remembered all of it. In fact, he made sure to get you back in his room and kiss you even more the next night, and the night after that, and the night after that.

You were so fucked.

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