stranger danger

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content warning.

"are you looking for these?" a voice startles sarah as she barges into the room and looks for a distinctive set of keys.

the seventeen year old girl turns around to see lola sitting with her bare legs crossed over one another; dressed in nothing but one of rafe's suit jackets and a black lingerie set paired with black lace garter belts.

"who are you?" sarah looks at the woman, wondering how old she is, why she's dressed like that, and why she's in her brother's room.

"right now?" lola asks, ignoring the obvious answer, and raises the brass keys into sarah's view. "i'm a friend."

"no, you're a stranger in my brother's room," sarah asks lola, walking up to where she is sitting in the leather chair. "who are you?" she repeats, not really giving a damn, swiping for the keys but misses.

"do you want these keys or not?" lola snatched away the keys in a knick of time. "show some respect, i'm choosing to help you."

"respect?" sarah repeats in astonishment. not the believing the nerve of this woman. "you're the one in my house."

"your house?" lola cackles a bit, tilting her head back as she doesn't believe the lie. "i thought you were done with the kook life? is john b that good in bed that you are willing to abandon wheezie with your serial killer brother?"

"h-how?" sarah takes a slight step back, realizing that this blonde woman is smarter and more dangerous than she seems. "you have no means to speak about my family, you have no fucking idea. i would never leav—

—"i know you wouldn't, not a second time. that's why i'm giving you the keys. because any second now," lola checks over to the door, biting her lip in both nervousness and lust. "he's going to come in here with the intent of fucking me into oblivion and he's not going to be happy to find you sneaking around where you don't belong."

"was that bit really necessary?"

"yes," lola nods, smiling a bit at the boast. "i'm giving you context."

"why are you really helping me?"

who said she was helping?
like playboy princess always says:
never trust a limbrey.

"i'm a sucker for chaos, take 'em," the  princess dressed in black replies truthfully, chucking the keys towards the girl. "you don't have all night."

"thanks," sarah says, catching the truck keys and heading for the bedroom door.

"hey, sarah?" lola calls out to her, scaring the girl even further. "whatever you do, don't look in the trunk."

sarah nods, internally freaking out from the warning and how the fuck did the stranger know her name and her whole life story, before racing out of the room and out of the house towards the front lawn.

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rafe bursts into his bedroom after finding that the door is unlocked from the outside. his eyes search the room, automatically seeing lola limbrey playing with herself on his bed, dressed in scantily clad attire.

"mmhm fuck," she moans with zero discretion into the seemingly hot and dark air, her skin burning from his intense gaze. her dainty hand underneath the black underwear, rubbing the sensitive clit with such intensity, as the other posts herself up on the bed— legs spread and shaking.

"are you gonna join or are you gonna ask where they are?" she says, biting her lip as her fingers pick up the pace, faster and tighter circles. a loud whimper slips through her bubblegum lips as she locks eyes with his angry icy blue ones. "fuck, i'm gonna cum. god. watch me cum, rafe, i'm so pretty when i cum."

"stop," rafe scolds, licking his lips as he quickly strides over to the side of his bed and grabs her wrist, pulling her hand out from her pants, a perfectly-timed edging. "that's my job, sweetheart," he reminds her, looking at her with both disgust and lust.

"taste me, please," she looks at him with puppy-dog eyes, raising her glistening pink talons to his supple lips. "suga, i know you want to."

he smacks her hand away, annoyed with her slutty behavior. "i thought i was going to make you cum," rafe grabs her by the throat, angry with how she embarrassed him. "since you fucking begged me to fuck you in front of my sister earlier."

"m'sorry," she gasps, her upper lips tugging into a smile as he squeezes the sides of her neck harder. "y-you were t-too slow. i got bored."

"oh, yeah?" he pulls her up and off the bed, his strength both scaring and turning her on as he drags her to the dresser. "you like that i drag you 'round like a my bitch, huh? my personal fucktoy?"

lola nods, "where we going? just fuck me already."

"a slut like you would like that, huh?" he spits, pulling her head and pushing her chest on the mahogany dresser; her face squished against the wooden surface. "i put the keys here and now they're gone. where the hell are they?"

"sarah, sh'took 'em," she mumbles, knowing that she must tell him somewhat of the truth because her life could be on the line.

"sarah? are you lying?" his large hand grips her hair, slightly lifting her face up to make sure he hears her right.

"no," she lies, shaking her head, putting on a great act. "please, rafe you gotta stop her. i tried to take it back from her but she had a knife or somethin'. please suga, please. m'sorry, i'll be a good girl."

"that's right you will, sweetheart," he smirks at how easily he gained control, leaning down so that his lips brush against the curve of her ear, "you'll help me get them back or, so help me god, i'll kill you."

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fez speaking!

wowwza.
welp, that happened.

uh when i said smut would happen this chapter.
i half-lied. yes, i know. i rick-rolled y'all. i'm sorry.

but i love their dynamic.
lola is scary because she plans things ahead of time and is so fucking intelligent; and rafe is scary because he does things without thought or concern.

they literally can't trust on another.
but they have to put some faith in each other
in hopes of not dying from their hands.
so they're just suspicious of every thing.

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