“w-we’re fine, okay? fine. almost all close friends do this. ‘ts completely normal,” rafe nudges, squeezing your bum lightly as you continue dragging yourself back and forth. tiny gasps and whimpers echoing through the room. “it’s not like we’re having sex, you still got your panties on.” your best friend states rather obviously, tugging on the straps of your lacy, sticky underwear.

“promise.. promise nothing’s gonna change?” you mewl, dry humping his bulge, hands placed on rafe’s chest for support. “i promise, just wanna help you.. said you were horny right? it’s uh… a good thing you came to me. other guys would just — just be ruthless on you, y’know? use you and shit.”

you hum, still rubbing your clothed cunt against him, the roughness of his pants making you flustered and barely able to grasp any real attention for what he's talking about. “feels good, rafey.”

“yea, i know, can go faster than that though baby come on.” he urges, placing his hands on your waist and helping you move at a faster speed, groaning at the friction.

he had half a mind to just rip you both out of your clothes and pound you into your bed, tell you he couldn't help himself as ruts inside your hole.

but he clenches his fist and holds back. what a gentleman.

“yeah there you go, feels even better now dont it?” “so, soo much better.. you- you always know what's best, rafey." you mewl, letting out the prettiest noises as you keep on your movements, rafe’s cock jumping underneath the fabric.

“why.. why dont you come and give me a kiss? for thanks?” he questions, puckering his lips slightly. when you freeze just a bit, rafe catches on and helps you rub against him again, quickly sending you back into your haze.

“o..okay,” you whisper, leaning forward to give a him a wet kiss, somehow even more nervous at your locked lips than how you were humping him like you would a pillow.

but it was so sweet, his surprisingly soft lips against your glittery ones.

who could blame you for letting this happen a few more times? you were best friends, after all — you did everything together.

I'm just a girl 💕

Tennis || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

MASTERLIST

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Sarah’s voice is laced with disbelief, her eyes wide as they fixate on a distant point behind you.

“What?” you ask, lowering your racquet and turning to follow her gaze. The unmistakable roar of a motorbike engine grows louder, reverberating through the air. A sleek black bike speeds towards you, its rider’s identity obscured by a matte black helmet.

“Rafe, what are you doing here?” you ask, a smile tugging at your lips as you step forward. Rafe’s eyes soften as he approaches you. “I just wanted to check on you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “Make sure everything’s good.”

Sarah crosses her arms, her earlier shock giving way to irritation. “Seriously, Rafe? You literally saw her this morning. Can’t you let her breathe?”

Rafe’s smirk fades slightly, his expression hardening. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, Sarah,” he retorts coldly. His focus shifts back to you, his gaze intense but filled with affection. “So, who’s winning?”

You grin and point to yourself. “Me, obviously.” Rafe’s smirk returns, his eyes glinting with pride. “Atta girl,” he says, his tone filled with admiration.

Sarah lets out an exaggerated gag, rolling her eyes. “Oh my god, you two are nauseating,” she jokes, trying to mask her amusement with disdain.

Rafe chuckles, his gaze still fixed on you. “So, are you coming to Topper’s party later tonight?” You chuckle—you knew knew Rafe too well—shaking your head slightly. “Are you asking me or telling me to go?” you smirk up at him, a hand coming up your face to shield the sun from your eyes as Rafe takes the chance to peek down at your cleavage from your sports bra.

Rafe’s smirk deepens, a familiar glint in his eye. “What do you think?” he says, his tone playful but leaving little doubt about his intentions. You laugh, feeling a mix of exasperation and warmth. You glance at Sarah who’s already staring at you before looking back at Rafe. “I’ll be there.”

Rafe’s expression softens, a rare moment of vulnerability showing through his usual bravado. “Good. I’ll see you there.” As Rafe gets back on his bike, Sarah nudges you with her elbow. “You two are so gross, you know that?” she teases, a smile tugging at her lips despite her words.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, waving her off but unable to suppress your own smile. “Kinda your fault for introducing us.” Sarah chuckles, shaking her head. “Well, I introduced you two, but I didn’t expect you to start sucking each other’s faces on the first day,” she retorts with mock indignation, her playful tone echoing across the court as she returns to her side.

ib: @princessbrunette @devinedoll & that one southpaw scene

“wanna know something?” rafe asks, slightly bruised hand caressing your soft skin. “the fight.. it uh, ended early. didn’t do as many rounds as we were supposed to,” he informs, hand trailing to your jaw. “so i still got… about two more rounds in me left.” he grins, his eyebrow slightly raised from the way he had pretended to think about it.

a small airy giggle passes your lips as you move your head slightly to capture his thumb in between your lips. “oh?” you question, pretending to be clueless at what he’s slowly getting at, now lightly sucking on the tip of his thumb — humming softly. “oh yeah pretty baby, have some pent up energy and shit.” he adds, staring down at the way your lips wrap around his finger.

“yeah? think you can go two more rounds with me mr. big guy?” you mewl, kissing the tip of thumb before taking all of it in your mouth, the familiar feeling of need sinking in. doe eyes looking at him innocently regardless of the way you could feel your underwear grow wet. “oh, you’re just playing silly now baby, should know by now that i definitely can.” he states before manhandling you to lay on the mattress underneath him.

“rafe..” you whisper, already spreading your legs instinctively after hitching up your nightgown. “look at you baby,” he continues, kneeling over you and pressing his slightly spit covered thumb over your wet panties, rubbing your nub for a few seconds before pushing your underwear down to your ankles. “such a pretty pussy, this all for me?”

you whimper, nodding eagerly. “‘ts all for you daddy.”

rafe could never say his best win is found in the ring, not when he has you spread out on his bed pumped full of his hot cum willing to be defiled in almost every single form of the word.

shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew shirtless drew

Dealer!Rafe because we love him 💸💕

As pampered and spoiled as you already were, you were definitely not yet use to Rafe spending money on you the way he did. The relationship was fairly new and he quite literally didn’t make you pay for anything. You certainly felt hesitant on asking him to spoil you, which is why you bit your lower lip in hesitation as you sent him a text.

‘I need my lashes filled… 🥴’ You sent him, hoping he wouldn’t be bothered as he had left about 20 minutes ago with some business to take care of. It wasn’t but a few seconds later your phone buzzed with a reply from him.

‘Why are you telling me this for?’ It read, making you frown immediately. You sat your phone down, deciding not to reply. Maybe you were reading too far into it and should just ask him anyway or maybe he only chose when to spend his money on you the way he wanted to. You went to pick up your phone again, the screen left open to reveal two more messages had been sent by your boyfriend.

‘I gotta lotta shit to do today.’

‘you want me to pay for yo lashes or what?’

You slowly typed out the reply ‘Yes… if you can…🥺’

The next notification on your phone being the Apple Pay symbol with $1,000 dollars. (Yes dealer rafe got it like that 😜). Another message sent immediately after, making your lower tummy flutter.

‘I’m gonna be gone a while, get you some food, and whatever else you want mama.’

Dealer!Rafe was cold, arrogant, an asshole really with violent behavior. One thing though is he would always make sure you were taken care of and got the best princess treatment a girl could ask for. And not to mention the best dick too…

me if being obsessed with older men was illegal

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

"Do a lil twirl for me,yeah...your ass looks so good baby." Rafe chuckles,fixing his pants as they tightened around his crotch,the sight of you in a tiny white mini skirt the reason.

"You like it rafey? I bought It thinking of you" "yeah,no shit- you used my credit card" he chuckles. Moving from his spot on the bed,he walks over you,laying his hands on your hips as he squishes the skin. "You should wear it today while I go golfing,you can look pretty in the cart and if you're good enough daddy will buy you a drink."

He smiles before tilting his head down to press his lips against yours as you whine almost immediately,slapping his chest "my lipgloss! you just smeared it all over,daddy." Turning around to face the mirror as you try to deescalate the situation of your almost ruined makeup,dabbing at the area around your lips with a beauty blender.

"Yeah yeah,'s just lip gloss,it's nothing serious." Gasping dramatically you turn around,hand on your chest as if you've been shot as you point a finger at his chest "'s not just lipgloss.."

Chuckling to himself Rafe presses a kiss against your shoulder "I'm sorry cupcake, daddy's being mean yeah?" Nodding as you run your manicured fingers over his jawline,pressing your chest against his,making your tits more visible as you smile softly- a tragic contrast to your action.

summary: rafe who protects maybank!reader from luke bc jj is too busy finding gold to protect his sister

tw: parental abuse, mention of drugs, rafes sweet but kinda demanding

word count: 526

you covered a shift working at the wreck because kie could never be bothered to take a shift at her dad’s restaurant, too busy running around the island trying to find whatever gold bullshit that john b has got your brother’s friends and him hung up on. you call jj, overwhelmed from the morning of dealing with your father luke’s fit of rage.

“are you gonna be home tonight? dad just bought a bunch of drugs from barry’s and i don’t want to be alone. i’m scared.”

“sis, you know i love ya, but do you want our lives to get better or not? i’m tryna get us out of this hell, alright? so just stay in your room and don’t come out. love ya, bye.”

he hung up before you could squeeze in another cry for help. just as your salty tears fall, rafe cameron motions you over to give him his bill. you wipe your tears away and give him the fakest smile. he orders you to sit in the opposite empty chair.

“are you alright, sweetheart? i heard that. you know, i know your dad’s a druggie dick. i’ve seen him at barry’s. I gotta get you out of that house. i see your bruises. you know all that makeup doesn’t cover it.” he grabs your arm and rolls up your sleeve, showing your bruise from your father. you, flustered, pull away as his tone was demanding.

before you could even respond, kie’s words ring in your ears: “rafe cameron wouldn’t be caught dead eating here, especially alone. he usually spends his time at the country club. to a kook like him, the wreck is a dump. but ever since you started working there, he always sits at the same table almost every day, staring at you your whole shift, and if you aren’t his waitress, he makes a huge fuss. he’s so sweet to you, always.”

“rafe, really, i’m alright. don’t worry about me.”

“stay at mine tonight, y/n. i’ll take care of you.” he sets 1000 dollars down on the table. he usually gives you a 100 or 200 dollar tip but never this much. you barely know rafe.

“rafe, no. i can’t take this. i don’t even know… uh, uh, rafe, i can’t.”

“stop mumbling and take it. your dad spends all his money on drugs and your brother’s too goddamn worried about god knows what to even be home to take care of you. so i’m going to man up and protect you, okay? so shut up.”

that night after your shift, you stay at rafe’s house. he lets you stay in sarah’s room since the camerons are away. for the first time in ages, you finally relax, safe from your abusive father. you fall asleep almost instantly, exhausted from the stress. rafe makes sure you’re comfortable, checking on you throughout the night. when you wake up in the morning, you find a note and breakfast waiting for you. the note reads:

“good morning, sweetheart. had to run some errands. i know we’re very different but i know what you’re going through. stay as long as you need. you’re safe here. - rafe.”

It's not cheating when he's your best friend – Rafe Cameron x Reader

See here for part 2

Summary: You and your best friend Rafe want to watch some movies together, but your jealous boyfriend keeps calling you and makes you cry. Rafe takes care of you.

Concept: best friends, one bed

Warnings: mdni! – smut, fingering, sex, p in v, cheating (reader cheats on boyfriend), jealousy, hints at toxic relationship, name calling (reader is called slut), protective!rafe, but also kinda mean!rafe

Word count: 3.9k

Yacht day || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

MASTERLIST

As the Charleston sun dances across the tranquil waters, you and Rafe set sail aboard his yacht. With your bikini on, you bask in the warmth of the lower deck, feeling the gentle caress of the sea breeze against your skin.

From his vantage point on the top deck, a freshly buzzed Rafe gazes down at you, a drink in hand, his eyes wandering up and down your figure that he truly believed was sculpted by the Gods. Unable to resist, he lets out a wolf whistle, his playful gesture eliciting a giggle from your lips.

Feeling mischievous, you decide to tease him. With a playful smirk, you flash him a quick glimpse of your tits, the warm sun accentuating your daring move. His eyes widen in surprise, “Shiiiiiittt” (I can just hear it 😭) before a delighted grin spreads across his face, “Oh you’re getting it right now babe,” He hollers as you laugh out loud.