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On your drive to your best friends Sarah's house, your car breaks down and you're attacked. But Rafe comes to your rescue. Her older brother you've barely spoken too. And he's eager to replace your fear into pleasure.
Warnings! Reader gets hit and Attempted assault (not by Rafe) Violence! Female recieving oral! Praise! Dark! Rafe (Kinda but canon he would do this) very short and not proofread okay bye.
You were running as fast as you could down the sun setting dark road. Your car broke down as you were driving to your best friend Sarah Cameron's house. You called her repeatedly but she didn't answer and normally you'd have the patience but it was cold and rainy. You had decided to walk to the nearest fishing shack when you heard someone whistling.
A man in a hood was obviously following you and gaining momentum. "Hey, I fucking see you!" He shouted.
That's when you started running. Thankfully you wore casual shoes but your legs were growing tired as minutes went by and he wasn't letting up. "Stop fucking running, bitch!"
Your hair was whipping around your face, sticking from the rain as your arms flailed. You dropped your phone a dozen feet ago. "Help!" You started screaming. "Someone help!" But there were no houses nearby. Only a swamp.
You distantly heard a car as a hand grabbed the back of your shirt. "No!" You shrieked as you were thrown on the gravel. The man was middle aged, lust and anger lighting up his dark eyes.
His intent was clear as he ripped off your jacket, exposing your low cut t-shirt. "Perfect tits," He licked his teeth and you kicked him.
He let go for a second, giving you time to turn on your side and attempt to claw yourself away. "Get off of me!"
"Shut the fuck up!" The blow came across your face. A hard backhanded slap. Tears sprang in your eyes as he covered your mouth with his free hand.
Your heart was slamming in your chest and you had no idea how this would end.
That was until you heard rapid footsteps approaching. A blur of a tall figure went past your blurry vision.
"Get the fuck off her!" A deep voice bellowed and the weight was ripped off your body. You gasped for air, coughing from the anxiety that froze your whole body.
You sat up on your elbows and gasped. Rafe Cameron had tackled the man, straddled him as his own jacket started sticking to his body. His hair falling in front of his eyes. "Motherfucker," He growled and clenched his fist.
He started punching him, holding him by the shirt and wrestling him easily in place as his beating became relentless. "Don't. You. Ever. Fucking. Touch. Her! She's. Mine!"
Rafe was probably starting to black out. The man's face was completely bloody, his nose crooked and his eyes were shut. The sounds were wet and another crunch came from his fist flying. You didn't want him to go to prison for murder so you quickly scrambled to your feet.
"Rafe! Stop!!" He didn't hear you.
"RAFE!" You screamed louder, causing him to jolt and freeze. He spun around, still holding him by the collar and his eyes were wild. Blue irises blown out by his pupils.
"It's okay, let's go. He's probably dead." You whispered, almost inaudible as a storm started crowding the sky. Rafe cast him a dark look and threw him down. His shirts were dripping with rain and blood.
Rafe walked over to you and his hand settled on either side of your cheeks. You flinched, pain started to settle in from the slap and he shook his head. "My poor girl, I couldn't get here soon enough."
You were taken back by the affection in his touch and voice. He barely paid any attention to you when you were over. Only a nod in passing and a friendly hello. You on the other hand were obsessed much to Sarah's dread. His handsome face softened as he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you bridal style. "Come on. Let's get you to the car."
His hold was strong and secure as he placed you into the gray SUV back seat where there was more room for you to stretch. Your legs were sore from running, your throat scratchy from screaming. Rafe rummaged around and brought out an extra shirt, a long sleeved white one that you would swim in.
"Here. This is nice and dry," he said softly.
Without a care, you lifted off your soaked shirt, exposing your breasts in your bra as you shimmied his on. His eyes never left yours.
Rafe was too tall to fit in comfortably with you but he managed to shrink himself into the floor in front of you. "Shouldn't bruise too bad." His mouth pressed to a thin line. "I should make sure the fucker is dead."
"No, please don't leave me," you started crying openly, clutching at his shirt. "I don't want to be alone. You saved me,"
"Shhh, no don't cry, baby. I'm here. Thank god I was driving by," He cooed and his long digits cupped your jaw while his other skimmed your shorts around your hips.
"I can't stay away from you anymore. You need me. Need me to protect you, hold you and..." Rafe leaned up and pressed his lips to yours.
You eagerly returned the kiss, opening your mouth and sucking his bottom lip. You needed the distraction and his entirely dark demeanor.
Rafe expertly unbuttoned your shorts with one hand, his ravaging mouth inhaling every breath, his tongue against yours with a pornographic moan.
Your own fingers locked in his blonde strands and pulled. You needed him closer, impossibly close. He defended you. Willing to kill for you.
"No one touches you, no one lays a hand on my girl. You've always been my fucking girl." Rafe grunts as rage radiates off him as he rips away.
He drags off your panties. Wet from both outside and your own arousal. His big fingers spread you open as he sinks lower and lifts your thighs over his shoulders. "This is all mine. This cunt is mine."
Rafe's face buried in your pussy and a whimper escapes you as his tongue lays flat and laps at your clit with a moderate speed. You were grasping at anything, your mind going hazy as he rolled your hips against his face, making you grind as he fucked you with his tongue.
He dipped it inside you, pressing through your tight walls as you cried harder. "Please make me cum, please,"
"Good girl, that's it. Beg for it," He said with desperate commands. "That's what I needed to hear."
Your core tightened, your stomach tensing as a bolt hit you with more intensity than you'd ever made yourself cum. You spilled all over his still moving lips and his chin. He let you ride it out, satisfied with your submissive and grateful attitude.
Rafe pulled back, the lower half of his face gripping with your cum, and he swiped it away with the back of his hand. "Hmmm. I love the taste of a good girl. But let's go. I need to make sure you're feeling completely taken care of."
