Rafe Cameron Imagines

⚠️toxic⚠️

Sexual content(18+)

"Problematic. You know that dick always been problematic. Somehow I'm always caught in your dramatics. All in your acrobatics. You know I want the static, tell me to throw it backwards"

Song: "Toxic" - Kehlani

summary: being Rafe's sneaky link isn't as dreamy as you'd imagined but you can never say no to him

spice: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️/5

Looking around at the house party, you didn't see any familiar faces. Your friends told you they were coming, but you expected them to be late— they always were. Eh, it didn't matter though. They'll find you when they get here. After glancing around what seemed to be the living room one more time, you decide it's time for a drink.

Walking into the kitchen, the counter is littered with several alcohol bottles. Mostly all different types. Tequila, rum, vodka, gin, whiskey, beer, and mixers. You find a bottle of Malibu and fill your red solo cup 3/4 of the way full and add the smallest splash of pineapple juice as a mixer.

You were on one mission tonight: get Rafe Cameron off your mind. The two of you had been sneaky links for a few months and you could feel yourself starting to catch feelings for him. But a week ago, those feelings subsided on their own. When you saw Rafe hooking up with another girl at a party. But you should've known better. He's the biggest fuckboy on the island.

No one has ever fucked you as good as Rafe does. That's the whole reason it's so hard for you to get him out of your thoughts. Every time you tried, you were just hit with another flashback of when he would have your face pushed down into his bed or when he had you bent over the hood of his Range Rover.

You didn't like to brag, but you were a gorgeous girl. You knew you'd have no trouble finding a guy at this party. And the tight little black dress you have on definitely won't hurt your chances. You down the contents of your cup in record time— less than a minute if you had to count. Immediately after, you poured yourself another one.

You were on your way out of the kitchen when a tall figure blocked the doorway.

"Mm. Who you lookin' so good for tonight?" You recognize the voice instantly, and you look up.

"Definitely not for you."

Your words come out harsher than you'd expected them to.

Rafe glides his tongue across his lips, loving the fact that you're being extra feisty tonight.

"It's cute when you try to lie. You know that's my favorite dress." Rafe smirks.

"I wore it to find someone to take home."

Rafe feigns offense as his jaw drops slightly.

"You can do whatever you want, but you'll always want me. I fuck you too good." He takes a few steps closer to you until your bodies are almost pressed against each other before he grips your chin in between his fingers.

"You'll never forget the way I touch you, the way I make you scream" he whispers, inches away from your face.

You can feel yourself shudder beneath his touch. He was right. And you hated it. And him.

"You know you're coming home with me" he whispers again, this time running his index finger along your jawline, causing your breathing to become heavier.

"No, Rafe. I hate you. You're too much of a fuckboy."

"Oh, I know. That's part of the reason you want me so bad. Because you hate me." His lips find their way to your neck and plant a small kiss. A breathy moan escapes your lips.

"See? That's my good girl. I missed you. You've been ignoring my texts" he whispers into your ear before gently biting down on it. "Why don't we go outside, yeah?"

"Mhm" was the only word you could muster up.

Rafe takes you by the hand, leading you through the entirety of the first floor of the house, and outside until eventually, you make it to his car.

He uses his head to motion toward the back seat. You couldn't believe you let yourself give into him so easily, but you couldn't help it. No matter how bad he was for you. He's like a drug. And you're addicted.

Rafe wasted no time once the two of you were in the backseat of his vehicle. His big, veiny hand snaked up your dress. He bit his lip once he realized you weren't wearing any underwear. His finger was teasing, hovering right above your clit.

"Do you hate me...so much, y/n?"

Again, you couldn't verbally say anything so you give him a nod.

"Yeah? Well if you hate me, maybe I shouldn't touch that pretty pussy"

You squint your eyes and throw your head back in frustration, already fed up with his bullshit.

"Or maybe..." his finger touches your clit without warning and rubs its ever so familiar circles on it "I should".

"Fuck, Rafe" you moan.

"That's right,baby." His lips move to your neck again, this time sucking and licking on their favorite spot.

"Let this be a reminder that you and that pussy are all mine." He mumbles into your neck. Suddenly, he's stopping.

"Lay down" he demands.

You lay your body along the length of the backseat, following his orders.

"What are you..."

"I'm hungry." The look in his eyes just further fills your lust.

Rafe lines his face up perfectly with your pussy and dives in, his tongue hitting on every nerve of your clit.

"Rafe", you moan.

He keeps licking, and eventually attaches his mouth to the most sensitive spot on your clit, sucking on it like a leech. The way his mouth and tongue felt on your pussy was like pure magic. You didn't know what heaven felt like, but you were pretty damn sure it couldn't feel better than this. This was your heaven.

"Oh my god. Yes, Rafe. Just like that."

As you were moaning, you felt Rafe's hand travel up your torso and chest before it finally wrapped around your throat. He knew you loved being choked. It turned you on tenfold. And the effects of the alcohol were just amplifying every feeling.

You felt Rafe do that little trick, where he swirled his tongue around the bud of your clit the same time he was sucking on it and your soul almost left your body. Then he added a finger inside of you and kept repeating his little tongue trick over and over until you felt like you were about to be sent over the edge.

"Rafe. I-I'm gonna cum. Oh god."

"Mhm. Squirt all over my face baby" you somehow heard him mumble while his face was still buried in your sweet spot.

The pace of your breathing quickened as your legs began to shake and you tried to push Rafe's head away. He swatted your hand away and moved his hand from your throat to grip your thigh and hold it down.

"We're not done till my face is soaked" he came up for air long enough to say.

With the way he was moving his tongue on you, it wouldn't take much longer.

Within seconds, you were screaming in pleasure as all of your juices released, flowing onto Rafe's face. You let out one more sigh before you sat back up in the seat, noticing the huge puddle that was on the other side.

When you were both sitting back up, you just stared at him for a few seconds before you spoke.

"You're so fucking toxic."

"I know, but you can't get enough of it" he says as he leans in to give you a kiss.

Oopsies, this one's a little longer than the first one. I think I got a little carried away here😂but I loveeee spicy Rafe. Which Rafe do you wanna see next?