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you didn’t notice it at first—not with your body so tired, your skin still tacky with sweat (+ his cum), and your pulsating headache from the way rafe fucked you into the mattress.
but, per his request to see his ‘masterpiece’, you push yourself up on shaky arms, legs barely cooperating as you stumble toward the bathroom. you flick on the light, blinking against the brightness, and turn to get a look at yourself in the mirror.
and that’s when you see it the brusing mess on your body. “rafe—what the fuck did you do?” your voice comes out strangled, still wrecked from earlier. not just in bruises—though there are plenty of those, fingerprints dark and defined along your hips, your thighs, the curve of your waist—but in fucking bite marks. deep, angry indents, skin swollen and raw where his teeth sank in over and over, painting your ass in possessive, messy love bites.
but what really makes your stomach drop—what makes your head spin all over again—is that they frame something. your tramp stamp.
r.c., inked bold and black just above the swell of your ass. the tramp stamp you let him talk you into months ago, drunkenly giggling as he whispered in your ear about how hot it’d be, about how he wanted his initials on you forever.
and now—now he fucking decorated it.
“oh, shit,” rafe chuckles from the doorway, voice thick with amusement. you whirl around, eyes wide, and he’s leaning against the frame, arms crossed over his bare chest, looking so fucking pleased with himself.
“oh, shit?”you mock gesturing wildly to your ass. “what is this?!”
he smirks, tilting his head. “art.”
“art?” you gape at him. “you bit around my tattoo. rafe, we have a beach party to go to…”
“uh, yeah.” ignoring the mention of the pogue party you begged him to attend with you. he pushes off the frame, strolling toward you, lazy and unbothered, hands sliding over your hips, thumbs stroking over sore, bruised skin. “had to make sure people see it. can’t have my girl walking around with my initials on her ass without a little extra attention, huh?”
“rafe—”
“nah,” he cuts you off, spinning you back toward the mirror, keeping you pressed against him, his breath warm against your ear. “look at it, baby. i mean, really look at it.”
and you do. your skin is an absolute mess, but fuck—you can’t deny the effect. the dark, swollen bite marks curve around the tattoo perfectly, framing the ink like some kind of twisted masterpiece. a sick claim.
rafe hums, pressing a kiss just below your ear. “now that’s a fuckin’ sexy.” he grins against your skin. “bet you can still feel my teeth, huh?”
you glare at him in the mirror. “i hate you.”
he just smirks, palms squeezing your ass, the soreness making you jolt. “nuh uh, baby,” he murmurs, lips dragging down your neck, tongue flicking over the fresh marks, soothing them. “you love me.”
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you always knew rafe was a little unhinged, a little too obsessed, but this? this was new. the afternoon heat from the bahamas sun clung to your skin, the scent of chlorine thick in the air as you sprawled out on one of the cameron’s lounge chairs, the sun warming every inch of your exposed body. sarah was still in the pool, half-floating, half-scrolling through her phone, probably texting john b or something, while you stretched lazily, barely paying attention to anything except the pleasant hum in your limbs.
your bikini still clung damply to your skin, but at some point, you’d tossed your cover-up and extra clothes somewhere inside sarah’s room—including the skimpy little thong you’d peeled off before changing into your swimsuit. her room was right next to the pool, giving you quick and easy access between the two, along with a perfect view of anything happening inside.
for the most part, you hadn’t thought much of it—until you caught sight of rafe inside, frozen near the bed, holding something suspiciously small and lacy between his fingers.
his head snapped toward you like a deer caught in headlights, jaw tense, shoulders rigid. for a second, you didn’t get it. then you saw the way his fingers curled around the fabric, how his lips parted just slightly and were wet, almost as if he was just licking something. oh, no fucking way.
your eyes widened, and the second a grin split your lips, rafe’s expression twisted into something dark and frantic. like he realized he’d been caught in something he couldn’t explain away.
you shot up from the lounge chair, walking closer to the open room door, already laughing. “are you—rafe—are you sniffing my underwear?”
his nostrils flared, his face going a shade darker, but he didn’t let go of the strap of clothing. if anything, his grip tightened.
“the fuck are you talking about?” his voice was sharp, defensive, but there was a rasp to it, like he’d been caught in the middle of something way worse than just a stupid little habit.
your laughter only got worse, shoulders shaking, the absurdity of the situation making your stomach ache. “you are! oh my god—rafe, you’re sniffing my thong!”
sarah, who had been blissfully unaware, finally glanced up from her phone. “wait, what?”
rafe shot you a murderous glare, then shoved his hand—your thong still in it—behind his back like that would somehow erase what had just happened.
you practically wheezed with laughter. “oh my god, you absolute perv.”
“shut the fuck up,” he snapped, but there was a waver in his voice, something teetering between anger and embarrassment. like he hadn’t meant to get caught, but now that he was, he didn’t know whether to double down or pretend like it never happened.
sarah just frowned, confused. “what’s happening?”
you waved her off, still trying to breathe through your laughter. “nothing. nothing at all. just—” you turned back to rafe, still grinning wickedly. “—my boyfriend being weird as hell.”
he shot you a look that promised payback, the muscle in his jaw ticking. but you could see it now—the way his breathing was a little heavier and the rhythmic way his fingers were still curled tight around the fabric, shaking slightly. this wasn’t just some weird accident. this was a normal thing for him.
but oh, you were never letting this go.
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…BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER AU
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BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who started their secret romance after rafe overheard kook!sweetheart!reader gushing about him on the phone with her best friend, her words making him rethink everything he thought he once knew.. including his own feelings for her. for weeks after that, he drove himself to damn near insanity thinking about the ‘what if’ of things if he just let himself have her the way she wanted. he watched her from a distance, admiring the beauty he never fully appreciated out of respect for her older brother. suddenly they were sharing looks and ‘bumping’ into each other a lot more, rafe’s touch lingering a second too long for her to consider it him being lighthearted or friendly. all it took was one night for rafe to corner her and confess to her before they were sneaking around every chance they got.
BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who have mutually decided to keep their relationship under wraps since they’re both scared of hurting the one person that means a lot to them; her older brother. having to act like nothing is going on between them when they’re always around each other has been the hardest thing to do, especially when kook!sweetheart!reader’s brother is always trying to play matchmaker and set rafe up with other girls. naturally, she can’t help but leave the room whenever the topic comes up, feeling both frustrated and defeated because she knows she can’t say or do anything about it without her brother raising suspicions and finding out about them. thankfully, rafe shuts everything down just as fast as it comes up, never failing to reassure kook!sweetheart!reader once they’re in private.
BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who check into a fancy hotel on the mainland every weekend in order to be together without worrying about anyone seeing them. they take the term ‘weekend getaway’ too literal and end up ignoring everyone for two days straight, both of their phones blowing up with missed calls and unanswered messages while they stay up having marathon sex and ordering room service. “it kills me that we can’t do this everyday.” rafe is looking up at kook!sweetheart!reader as her hips move on top of him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as she whimpered at the feeling of his length fill her up. “i know—” she hiccuped, “two days are not enough..” rafe lived in his own condo, but it was deemed useless to stay there since kook!sweetheart!reader’s older brother had his own key and could practically show up at anytime.
BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who have to act like they’re single in front of their friends, both of them stealing glances at each other when no one is looking. rafe keeps an eye on her if and when they happen to be at the same place, his fists clenching at his sides everytime she gets approached by someone. he does’t even realize he’s intently watching her as she turns each guy down until her brother nudges him in his side. “bro, will you relax? y/n isn’t a little girl anymore, she can handle her own.” rafe recounted the way they used to defend you from boys who only had one thing on their mind back in your teen years, both of them getting into a countless amount of fights all in your honor. while your brother was right, and rafe had no doubt in his mind that you didn’t need ‘saving’ anymore, he was territorial for a completely different reason now..
BBF!RAFE X KOOK!SWEETHEART!READER who often times feel guilty for going behind her brother’s back, both of them feeling conflicted once they’ve managed to sneak away. “i just feel like we’re digging our graves deeper the longer we wait to tell him..” rafe always gave you his full attention while you spoke to him, his fingertips running along your side as you two laid underneath your sheets together. “i don’t want to keep lying to him either.” as much as rafe loved your brother, he knew this was a form of betrayal he wasn’t sure he could ever come back from. to know that they’ve been lifelong friends and have been through everything together absolutely gutted him. how would he even react? despite all of this, rafe knew one thing to be certain; his love for you made any kind of outcome or consequence worth it.
as the wife of the 22-year-old kook prince, she slipped quickly into her role. though pogue-born, the girl can work a credit card, excuse me, his credit card.
dior, chanel, ysl—her holy trinity. silk slips over her skin, diamond tennis bracelets clinking when she runs her fingers over price tags with no intention of checking them. the boutiques all know her, the private shoppers practically moan when they see her walk in, because she buys, everything. whatever the fuck she wants. because he told her she could. and she knows exactly how he wants her to pay him back. the moment she walks through the penthouse doors, arms full of bags, she doesn’t even make it to the bedroom. no, he’s already there, already pulling her down onto the mountain of designer bags and tissue paper, hands rough, mouth hungrier than ever.
“you spent all my fuckin’ money again,” he growls against her throat, but his cock is so hard—throbbing through his slacks as he shoves up her brand-new silk dress, already pushing his fingers between her thighs.
“mmph, you like it,” she purrs, arching her back, grinding down, feeling his cock press hot and thick against her ass. “admit it, rafey. you love me spending your money. turns you the fuck on,”
he doesn’t answer, just shoves his hand into her panties and finds her already soaked.“such greedy little thing,” he mutters, flipping her onto her back, leather handbags rubbing against her. “fuckin’ insatiable.”
she gasps when he shoves his cock into her with no warning. he’s fucking her right there on top of thousands of dollars worth of her latest haul, the scent of new leather and fresh fabric mixing with the filthy wet sounds of him slamming into her, skin on skin, hot and fast and mean.
“ruining you,” he grits, hands gripping her thighs, pushing them back, spreading her wide as his cock drags deep. “then spoiling you. making you my expensive little whore.”
she can’t even argue, not when it feels this fucking good, not when his money is still crumpling beneath her back, not when he’s fucking her like he owns her—because he does.
missapril2004 ᥫ᭡: hi this is my first au, i’m so anxious about it because it did take me a while to write! i was inspired by the movie confessions of a shopaholic, @littlelamy ‘s blog , and @rafesplaymate ‘s blog, and my photo layout was inspired by @ickyrafe ! i love your guys work and writing so much so I hope you guys like it too🤍
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───no panties lewd language, light smut .ᐟ
it’s a rule. no panties. ever.
rafe loves control, sure, but more than that—he likes knowing. likes the little secret between you two, the way your pussy is always bare underneath, always ready for him. it’s a quiet kind of ownership, stitched into every outfit, every moment, and god, does he love to remind you.
like at the beach. salty skin, damp bikini still clinging to your body when you wrapped a towel around yourself, ready to slip into the sundress he picked for you—white, thin, way too short. but rafe wasn’t done.
his fingers toyed with the strings at your hips, gaze dark as they dragged lower. “take ‘em off.”
you blinked, heat creeping up your neck. “what? rafe, we’re about to eat—”
“and?” he pulled the ties, just enough for the damp fabric to slacken. “don’t tell me you forgot the rule, baby.”
you swallowed. outside the little beach cabana, the restaurant bustled with people, wooden chairs, stiff white tablecloths, soft laughter carrying over the waves. and he wanted you to sit there with nothing?
“rafe—”
he yanked, the bikini bottoms slipping down your legs, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh as he took his time pulling them away. “no arguing,” he murmured, voice thick, coaxing. “you’re already so wet, anyway. s’not like you need ‘em.”
your face burned. because you were. from the heat, the way his fingers lingered too long, from knowing exactly what this did to him.
so you obeyed. slipped the dress over your head, the light fabric barely brushing past your thighs, and let him tug you out into the open air.
at the table, you shifted, thighs squeezing together against the smooth wood of the chair. rafe noticed. of course he did. his hand settled on your knee, fingers toying with your skin, pushing higher—inch by inch.
“stop squirming,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “you’re gonna get the seat all wet.”
rolling your eyes, you sucked in a sharp breath; hands gripping the napkin in your lap.
he leaned closer, breath warm against your neck. “what if i just reached under the table and fingered you right now, huh? bet no one would even notice. you’d like that wouldn’t you”
you glared at him, face burning, but he just smirked.
later, walking back along the sand, wind tugging at your dress, rafe watched you struggle to keep it down. he chuckled, shaking his head.
“shouldn’t even bother,” he mused, smacking your ass lightly. “not like there’s anything left to cover.”
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warnings — perv!bsf!rafe, reader is oblivious, rafe being well…rafe, mention of panty stealing, male masturbation, phone sex (?)
a/n — reupload & edited (originally posted: 5/13) my first rafe blurb from my old blog, so it felt fitting for it to be the first one on here <3
it was two in the morning when you woke up to the sound of your phone going off. you grabbed your phone, squinting as you looked to see several missed calls from your best friend, rafe. just as you're about to call him back, your phone rings again. "rafe?" you mutter as you answer the call, but all you can hear is heavy breathing. "hello?" you call out again, and there's a small pause, "yeah, 's me" his voice is low, "i've been trying to reach you all night".
"it's two in the morning," you groan, your eyes struggling to stay open. "just wanted to talk to my best friend, 's all," he breathes heavily, "hold on, let me facetime you". before you can get a word out, he switches the call to a facetime call, which, of course, you accept. as soon as he appears on the screen of your phone, you take notice that he's in his bed, sitting up against his headboard. he holds his phone at an angle that shows his face and down to his shirtless chest.
“why are you up?” your brows furrowed, earning a small chuckle from him. “what? i'm not allowed to want to talk to you?" rafe snorted, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes, “at two in the morning?” there was a pause, and you could’ve sworn you heard the faint sound of heavy breathing but brushed it off. “just got somethin’ on my mind,” he added.
his comment makes you sit up and reach for the bedside lamp. as soon as you turn it on, the light illuminates your features, giving him a clear look at your pretty face. his breathing was heavy, and he was thankful you were too oblivious to hear the wet sounds filling his room as his hand moved up and down his cock. his eyes flickered to your lips as you talked, wondering what it'd feel like to have those plump lips wrapped around his thick cock instead of his hand.
for as long as rafe has known you, he always knew you as the most oblivious little thing he had ever encountered; you never knew what was happening around you. truth be told, it turned him on even more, knowing that you had no clue what he was doing on the other side of the call. "wanna talk about what's on your mind?" you question, "no, s'okay. just talk, wanna hear you talk," rafe grunts, "you always know how to make me feel better". you eagerly nodded; no matter what, you'd do anything to make him feel better. he was your best friend, after all.
he wasn’t fully paying attention to what you were saying; his mind was too focused on imagining how you’d sound under him as he fisted his length faster, and god, deep down, he knew you’d make the prettiest fucking sounds for him. as much as he loved listening to your voice and seeing your pretty little face, he desperately needed more. he needed to feel you, be closer to you. luckily, he had the perfect thing that was somewhat close to feeling you wrapped around him.
he stopped for a second, unwrapping his hand from around himself before reaching into his pillowcase and pulling out a pair of your lace panties that he had stolen from your room when he was over last time. he knew it wasn't anywhere near to what your cunt would feel like, but it was the closest thing he had. he wrapped the pair of lace around the base of his cock, slowly stroking himself again. "fuck" he groans; his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. "everything okay?" your voice rings through his ears, "mhm, everything's good" he mutters, "so fuckin' good."
"what are you doing?" you ask curiously, unaware of what he's actually doing. "just takin' care of something, nothing your pretty little head should worry about," he grunts, his hand moving faster as he opens his eyes to look at you while you were too busy paying attention to god knows what. he bites his lip, his hand moving faster around his cock. the feeling of your panties wrapped around his cock, your voice, and the sight of you were all starting to get to him, and he could feel himself getting close.
"look at me," rafe commanded with heavy-lidded eyes, his hand never slowing down. "hm?" you stopped what you were doing to look at him. "oh fuck," he moaned, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes rolling back, and his lower abdomen clenching before spurts of his thick cum coat the delicate lace.
"are you sure you're okay, rafe?" you tilt your head, observing his chest heaving. "yeah, 'm more than okay now," he mutters, staring at the now-ruined pair of panties. "actually, think i could come over and spend the night? s'been a while since i slept over."
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eight very perverted drabbles for the one and only rafe cameron
-> country club
-> once a panty sniffer, always a panty sniffer
-> easter egg surprise
-> new scent
-> his taping pleasure
-> juice in a bottle
-> with the windows rolled down
-> web browser