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Rafe x Female Reader

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I need Rafe’s arm around my neck so bad it hurts…

"I want you to beg," he huffs, yanking my hair, hauling me close, back pressed against his heaving chest. Rafe edges me again, bringing me to the brink for the fifth time, just to cool me down, and start up again. One arm wraps around my throat in a chokehold, squeezing tightly, while his other grips my hip with a bruising hold.

"Please."

"Please," he copies my pathetic tone as he constricts my airway with his muscular arm. Rafe starts rocking in and out. I can feel every ridge and vein as his fat cock drags through my sopping core, slow and deep, making my eyes roll back. I feel myself getting lightheaded at the lack of air, but Rafe doesn't care. "Beg."

"Please, daddy. Let me cum,” I pant wearily.

“That's all daddy gets? A ‘please’? Who taught you how to beg, angel? That's fuckin’ pathetic. Try again.”

"Can’t take it Rafe-" My voice cuts off as I feel my orgasm building again, vision fuzzy, mind dazed.

"Hey. Stay with me, kid," he sneers, his warm breath fanning over my sweat-glistened skin as he laughs cruelly.

"I'll fucking die for your dick, Rafe. I don't know what else I can say to you,” I choke out the words.

"Jesus. Can you calm down?" He chuckles. “Such a fuckin’ whore for my cock. Beggin’ for me like the slut you are. You’d die for this dick. Huh? You’d do anything wouldn't you?”

“Anything.”

“Shit… You breathin’ alright, doll?” He snickers as my lashes flutter closed.

Rafe loosens his grip causing me to gasp for air, guiding my chin, to meet his piercing blue eyes. His large hand works a little lower, tracing the hallow of my throat as he kisses my lips soft and sweet. His ringed hand binds around my neck.

“You'd really die for this?” He asks softly against my mouth as his rough fingers start to tap on my clit matching my rapid heartbeat felt under his grasp.

“Yes, daddy,” I whimper.

“Good girl.”

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baby shoes

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?

rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.

“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”

you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.

“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.

“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.

“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”

rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.

you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.

--

look how cute this baby is rafey

“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”

“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.

“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.

you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”

“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.

“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”

“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.

“okay, true.” 

--

“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.

“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!” 

rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine. 

“what are you wearing?”

“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.

“why would you want that?” rafe questions.

“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”

rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.

“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.

-- 

“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.

“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.

“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.

“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.

“it can be.” rafe shrugs.

“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.

“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.

“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.

what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.

“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.

“you would?”

“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”

“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.

“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.

“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.

“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.

“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”

he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.

“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.

“tell me!” you complain again.

“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”

you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.

“i-i-” you stammer.

“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”

“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.

“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”

“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.

“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”

“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”

you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.

he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.

“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.

“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.

“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.

rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.

“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”

you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.

“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.

“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.

rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.

you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.

“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.

“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.

rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.

“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.

“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”

its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.

“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.

“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.

your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you. 

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.

--

“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.

“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room. 

“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.

“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.

“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.

“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.

“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”

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desperate measures

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, p in v sex, BABY TRAPPING!, pregnancy, female receiving oral

rafe thought it was just his paranoia, the gnawing thought in his mind that you were going to leave him. he never considered that it could be true, that you were putting plans into place.

until a rumor spread that you were fed up with his behavior. his over protectiveness, his anger issues. you love him, but think he needs to heal without you first. that's the claim thats whispered to him at the party, one you aren't attending, staying home to study for your online college class.

rafe rushes home, rage flooding through his veins, knowing he needs to do everything and anything to get you to stay. 

--

“hey gorgeous, almost done studying?” rafe combs his fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

“yeah.” you hum, tilting your head up to allow rafe to press a kiss to your lips. “just give me 15 more minutes and ill come to bed, mkay?”

“okay.” rafe nods, squeezing your shoulder in support as you go back to typing out your essay. 15 minutes gives him plenty of time to do what he needs to. 

rafe grabs the condoms out of his bedside table drawer, throwing them all onto the bed. he's not sure how many tries it'll take, but he's determined.

he moves to your pinboard next, grabbing a tack that holds up a picture of you and rafe when you first started your relationship, before you saw the dark side of him. rafe frowns at the picture instead of mimicking the smile in it like he normally does, now noticing the difference in you, your smile is not as wide, eyes duller, cheeks not as full. 

“fuck.” rafe shakes his head, angry at himself for letting you down without even realizing it. things are going to change, he has to fix it. he can’t let you leave. rafe moves back to the bed, pin in hand as he takes a condom package and presses a hole through it, making sure to skewer it completely through. he continues until every condom is poked, glad for once that you reacted badly to birth control and had to seek other methods to prevent getting pregnant.

rafe cleans up quickly, tossing everything back into the drawer and then pinning the picture back up, looking over the other snapshots that you put up. there's some of your friends, but most are of you and rafe. rafe knows you love him, he just needs to make sure you never stop.

“whatcha looking at?” you ask as you enter the room, voice light and airy despite the bags under your eyes. rafe credited it to you taking college classes, but was now worried that he contributed to your current state.

“just how beautiful you are.” rafe doesn't miss the look on your face, the surprise.

“oh.” you blush, raising your hands to press your fingertips into your cheeks.

“and im really sorry if i haven't been telling you that enough lately.” rafe crosses over to you, hands coming to cup your cheeks, your hands trapped under his.

“what are you doing rafe?” you question.

“i haven’t been treating you well enough lately and im so sorry for that baby. i love you.” rafe presses his lips against yours. you react to the kiss, pushing past the surprise to kiss back, sliding your hands out from under his to grip his shirt, tugging his body into yours.

“are you tired princess?” rafe asks, lips still skimming over yours as he questions it.

“n-no.” you shake your head, bottom lip pouting out, making rafe lean in to kiss it. “why?”

“because i want you.” rafe smirks. he's used to your excuses. tired, headache, need to shave, need to eat, anything to get out of it.

“oh!” your eyebrows widen. “yeah.” you press yourself closer to rafe. it's been a long time since you felt the rush of lust for him, since he's treated you so sweetly, talked so candidly. no sign of anger or resentment hiding in his eyes. “yeah, i want you too.”

“good.” rafe moves you to the bed. his hands work effortlessly as his mouth distracts you, pulling at your clothes until you're naked, all of his clothes still on.

“rafe, let me see you.” you pout, tugging at his shirt.

“no, let me focus on you, princess.” rafe moves lower to wrap his mouth around your nipple, giving you full attention while his other hand cups the other side of your chest.

“rafe.” you whine, completely forgetting about your relationship issues, about how you were just thinking of the right time to leave him as he plays with your chest, ignoring your cries and pleas for him to give you more.

“spread your legs, baby.” rafe pushes at your thighs until you help him, spreading your knees apart to present yourself to him.

rafe lays between your thighs, but not before pulling his shirt off, granting you your wish of having him at least get closer to the state of undress you're in.

“such a pretty pussy baby. gonna give it so much lovin’, it's what you deserve.” rafe rubs your inner thighs, eyes locked on your wetness. 

“what has gotten into you rafe?” you let out a breathy laugh, starting to get slightly suspicious of how sweet he's acting.

“just wanna appreciate my lovely girl.” rafe moves closer, inhaling your scent before his tongue licks through your wetness.

you fist your hands in the sheets as he focuses in on your clit, knowing nothing gets you off faster than him sucking at your most sensitive part.

“rafe, oh my god!” you squeal. it's been a long time since he's given you head, and rafe is wondering himself why it's been so long since he tasted you on his tongue, moaning to himself as he swipes through what he swears is better than pure honey.

“so delicious.” he moans, the words vibrating over your pussy as he barely pulls away to speak, mouth greedily sucking at your clit, tongue rolling incessantly over it.

“it-it feels so good.” you moan, moving one hand to rafes head, his hair too short to grip onto, but you need the physical connection to him.

rafes eyes slide closed, concentrating on making you cum as soon as possible so he can get inside of you, his cock so hard he has to grind into the bed just to relieve himself slightly, knowing what he is about to.

rafe brings a finger to your entrance, carefully pushing in, knowing since it's been a while that he's going to have to open you up to take him. he immediately picks up speed to match to intensity of his mouth, only stopping sucking to press a few kisses to your clit.

“im-im gonna cum rafe, oh my god!” you let out a squeal, back arching off the bed as he works you until your high breaks through, legs clenching around his head, thighs pressing in but rafe doesn't let it deter him as he works you through it, only stopping when your whine from the oversensitivity and push at his head.

“gotta get inside you.” rafe pulls away, making sure to remove his finger carefully. he reaches over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom, knowing you won't notice the small hole pressed through the foil as you breathe deeply, recovering from your orgasm.

rafe tears the packaging open, standing up to briefly pull his pants and underwear off, sliding the condom over his hard cock, smirking when he can tell precisely where the small hole is. no way you wouldn't get pregnant, and then there is no way you'd be able to leave him.

“how you want me baby?” rafe asks. he knows his preference. to turn you over and have you on your hands and knees, ass presented to him.

“like this.” you open your arms up, wanting rafe close to you.

he nods, draping himself over your body, lips covering yours as his cock presses against your entrance, sinking in with a low moan.

your arms wrap around rafes shoulders, keeping him close to you, your chests pressed together as he lets you adjust for a moment, his cock pressing against your walls.

“god, ive missed this.” you mew out.

“gonna work on treating you so much better.” rafe says, a look of seriousness overtaking his features. “you're mine, baby.” he finished his words with a thrust. “all mine.”

--

“rafe!” you finally manage to shout out. you hear his footsteps pounding up the stairs, entering the bedroom and then finally the bathroom where you're hunched over the toilet.

“baby?” he questions, kneeling next to you, hands moving carefully.

“it's my stomach.” you groan, pressing a hand to your abdomen. “i must have come down with something.”

“yeah.” rafe nods. “im gonna get you a water.” rafe has to leave the room, he can't let you see him celebrate your morning sickness when you don't even know the true cause yet.

--

“when you get a minute…” your hands are wrestling with each other behind your back, trying to control your nerves. “i need to talk to you.”

rafe smiles. surely you must have had a suspicion yourself and taken a pregnancy test. surely that's what you must be holding behind your back.

“i have a minute right now.” rafe stands up from his desk, crossing the room. when he goes to place his hands on your shoulders, you take a deep inhale, not even meaning to retreat yet you step back into the doorway.

“baby?” rafe questions.

“im pregnant.” you blurt out.

rafe tries to control his excitement, tries to mimic shock before he pulls you into a hug, feeling how tense you are. “baby, that’s so exciting! oh my god, we are gonna be parents.” he takes your face in his hands, pressing a kiss to your lips, even though you don’t really reciprocate. “you’re gonna be the best mom ever.”

“i… i have something else to tell you too.” you feel tears fill your eyes, not stopping them from flowing down your cheeks. “i was gonna break up with you.” you let out a sob, burying your face in rafes chest as you continue. “i was gonna break up with you until i took a test and it came back positive. i’m so sorry rafe, i never wanted to leave i just thought-”

“hey, shh.” rafe strokes your back gently. “the past is the past. this baby will bring us together, okay? we are gonna be parents, happy, in love parents. thats what matters.”

you nod, snuggling into rafe as he kisses the top of your head, glad that you can’t see the smirk on his face, his plan executed perfectly.

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rafe making it fit ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

“rafe, it’s not going to fit,” your eyes wide, your heart pounding against the confinement of your rib cage.

“don’t be stupid,” he laughs maniacally, his deep laughter booming and radiating your bones. his eyes are trained on his large cock in his hands, pumping the length as it lines up with your entrance.

“rafe!” you squeak out, scared. your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent shaped indents. he wasn’t even inside you, but your guts were already hurting just from the look of his size.

“would you relax?” he breathes out, his eyes flitting up to yours. “it will fit, just breathe,” his eyes focus back on his cock in his hand, the tip nearing your entrance.

you attempt to obey him, breathing erratically as his warm tip reaches your burning pussy. your body suddenly becomes more rigid than it was before, if that was even possible.

rafe sighs condescendingly, his eyes locked on your bare core. “y/n,” he breathes out, his eyes looking up at you, hooded. “just relax. i can’t fit if you don’t relax,” his voice is low and impatient. he sees your anxiousness and just how innocent and scared you look, “it will feel good, baby, i promise,” he assures, his voice barely a whisper.

you nod your head, attempting to relax your achy and rigid muscles. clutching onto rafe’s broad shoulders as you feel his tip slipping into your folds.

your muscles freeze up again, your breathing catching in your throat. you didn’t mean to, he was just so thick and long and… you were terrified he was going permanently rearrange your guts.

rafe groans, feeling your pussy clenching tightly around him. he leans in, bringing his mouth to your neck as his tongue darts out, nipping and licking at your most sensitive spots.

this helped you to relax more, sinking into the bliss and rafe takes his opportunity, sliding the rest of his length into you in one swift movement.

“oh, fuck,” he growls lowly, the sound eliciting something erotic in you.

your eyes grow wide and you clutch onto rafe’s torso like your life depended on it. you were so full, and in one moment, you wondered if it was even normal to feel this fucking full.

“rafe,” you whimper out, his cock dragging out of your bumpy walls before he slides back in with ease. his mouth continues to attack your neck, leaving purple bruises and trying to keep you tame as he fucks the living shit out of you.

haunting adeline has seriously awoken something in me.

— 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐤𝐞 ᯓ★

ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut, exhibitionism, spit kink (rafe spits in readers mouth), unprotected p in v sex.

ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: my brain has literally been plagued with this concept. it will not leave me alone.

“takin’ it like such a good girl, aren’t you?” rafe grunts, his hands roughly gripping your hips as he pounds into you from behind. your hands grip whatever they can to hold you steady as rafe’s thrusts get harder.

“answer me,” rafe growls out, landing a hard smack to your exposed ass cheek. you moan at the sting, biting your lip in attempt to keep quiet.

“yes daddy,” you whimper, feeling rafe hit that spot over and over. the spot that makes your eyes roll back as you claw his bike seat.

“you look so fucking sexy bent over my bike, princess,” rafe’s hands sneak up your back and grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back until you’re looking up at him.

“look at your face. look so beautiful when you’re fucked out and full of my cock,” rafe smirks, taking in your features. your pink, flushed cheeks, the way your glossy eyes stare into his with need.

“open your mouth,” rafe commands as he taps your cheek. you smile before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. rafe smiles and lets out a laugh, loving how obedient you are to his every command. he spits in your mouth, watching intensely as you close your mouth and swallow.

“such a good fuckin’ girl for me, yeah?” rafe moans, letting your hair go. you head leans forward, resting your face in the bike seat as rafe’s thrusts get faster and sloppier.

“rafe, m’gonna cum,” you whimper as you feel that familiar knot building in your stomach. rafe’s hand travels down your abdomen, to your soaking cunt as it swallows his cock over and over again.

hand finding your clit, rafe rubs in circles, your body shuddering as you get closer to your orgasm. you and rafe weren’t too worried about anyone seeing you. his bike was parked inside the gated walls of tannyhill and he made sure no one was home. but that didn’t mean bystanders outside the privacy of tannyhill couldn’t hear your moans. and that just fueled your excitement.

“fuck, rafe!” you cry out, looking down and watching his hand rub quick circles around your clit, your eyes squeezing shut as your legs tense up.

“cum for me, baby,” rafe’s rasps, “‘m right behind you,” he speeds up for a moment, his hips making your ass jiggle everytime his thrusts meet your skin.

tipping over your orgasm, you cry out rafe’s name over and over again. rafe’s hips stutter as he lets out a low moan, spilling into your cunt.

the two of you stay still for a moment, catching your breaths as rafe’s large hands soothe over the red handprints on your ass, smiling to himself. you had this man wrapped around your finger and he couldn’t even complain.

“we need to do that more often,” you pant, referring to rafe bending you over his bike and fucking you like that. rafe chuckles as he pulls out, admiring as he watches his cum slowly leak out.

“fuck yeah we do,” rafe responds with a smile, smacking your ass again before pressing a kiss to your bare back.

a big thank u to my bestie for beta reading for me 💞💞💞 @anqeliclust

69 w frat!rafe!!!

warnings: 69 position, oral (m & f receiving), semi handjob, slight humor??

“you want to do what?” rafe was once again sprawled across your bed, demonstrating the position he’s been begging you to try all day. “sixty-nine, babe, come on i know you know what that is.” you turned in your computer chair, typing the numbers into the search bar before an illustration of the position popped up on your screen. “that’s actually insane, rafe..” you looked over at him from under your lashes, the pleading look on his face making your heart flutter in your chest. “okay, fine. but you need to guide me through it!”

not even five minutes later, you found yourself swinging a leg over rafe’s torso, a tent already forming in his boxers. “how are you hard already? i haven’t even done anything yet.” you laughed, the sound being cut short when you felt him move your panties to the side. “you don’t have to, you just do that to me.” you smiled at his words, waiting for his instructions. “alright, take me out,” your fingertips traced the outline of his erection, his cock springing up once you freed him from the confines of his boxers.

“once i start eating you out, you’re going to suck me off the way you normally do.” you took a deep breath, a small squeak emitting from you once his tongue found your clit. not wasting any time, you wrapped your lips around his head, your fist gripping him at the base while he swirled delicious circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves. he groaned at a particular stroke of your hand, the vibration of it making you mewl in pleasure. “oh, my god, rafe,” you tried your hardest not to grind your hips against his face, the coil in your tummy only getting tighter with each flick of his tongue.

“can’t anymore rafe, m’gonna cum!” you whined, moaning arund his cock as your climax hit you full force. despite you shaking in his hold, you didn’t stop bobbing your head until a guttural ‘fuck!’ erupted from his throat, his seed dribbling down your chin. before you could register what was happening, rafe’s hand came down on your ass, the harsh smack echoing in your room. “you alright, babe?” you nodded, getting up on shaky legs before wiping your mouth, “yes, are you?” rafe looked at you like you were asking him a rhetorical question. “i’m amazing.”

love your blog bby!! i was just thinking about how rafe would react to you being so upset at him when he cancels on y’all’s night in together. you’re like full on pouting as he’s trying to leave. i just know he’s gonna give in like omgggggg

“that’s the third time barry has called.. just answer it.” you pulled away from rafe, your boyfriend pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration as he answered the call, putting barry on speaker. “i was in the middle of something, asshole, this better be good.” rafe huffed into the phone. “oooh, give me all the details later.” you rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself as barry started speaking again. “but on a serious note, we actually have a problem here..” he trailed off. rafe sighed, “what kind of problem?”

“you know those guys we met up with on the mainland? i was recounting the money they gave us, and there’s five counterfeit bills.” your eyes widened as rafe shot up from the bed, slipping his shirt back on. “‘the fuck you mean there’s five counterfeit bills?! are you sure?” you were quick to put on your robe, following rafe to the living room. “yeah, i’m sure, man. no blue stripe and i used a marker.” rafe cursed under his breath. “i say we go back tonight.” you couldn’t help the pout from forming on your lips, your boyfriend meeting your glistening eyes. “..tonight?” rafe could see right through you, the pleading look on your face pulling on his heartstrings.

“yes, tonight! do you really think they’re gonna stay in town after pulling this shit on us?” you shook your head, trying your hardest to keep rafe home. “alright, i’ll be there.” you deflated, shoulders falling in defeat as he hung up. “rafe..” your voice was small, the sound of his keys making your eyes water. “you’re always with barry! can you be mine just for one night?” you pulled on his arm. rafe turned around, planting a kiss on your temple. “please, baby. i’ll be back before you know it. promise.” before you could object, he walked out the door.

you whimpered, making your way outside as you watched rafe slowly move towards the end of the driveway. “don’t look back, don’t look back, don’t look back,” he whispered to himself, a groan erupting from his mouth when he glanced in the rear view mirror. there you were, your eyes full of tears, lips all swollen from the intense make out session that occurred before his phone had to ring. he put his foot on the brake, watching the thin material of your robe move freely in the night air. you were always such a good girl for him. everytime he came home, he was greeted with the biggest hug and kiss, your excitement making him feel like he was important; like he was special.

“fuck it.” you smiled, jumping on your toes as he started reversing back in his original spot. rafe decided he was not only going to turn his phone off, but leave it in the truck altogether so he could solely focus on you. he didn’t even get to open the door all the way before you wrapped your arms around his neck, clinging to him while he smiled against your skin. “you’re staying?” you gazed up at him, stroking the underside of his jaw. “yeah, yeah. ‘now go meet me inside, i want you on all fours.”

exbf!rafe calling reader at 1am about how much he misses her and how much he needs her pussy and he’s saying things like “i need your perfect little pussy wrapped around me” and shi

warnings: mentions of violence, slight fluff, dirty talk, masturbation

“what could you possibly want right now, rafe?” you sighed, your eyes heavy with sleep. “what? i can’t call you just because?” there was a teasing tone in his voice, which only indicated one thing; he was horny. “no, you can’t. you lost that privilege when you decided to be an ass and punch a hole in my wall, okay? i’m hanging up now.” just as you pulled the device away from your ear, you heard a muffled ‘please don’t.’ on the other line. the hold this man had on you was sickening, you hated that you weren’t strong enough to completely go ghost and ignore him.

“we’re not supposed to be doing this, we aren’t together anymore, remember?” you reminded him. “i know i fucked everything up, okay? i’m working out my shit because this isn’t the end for us, alright? i know you know that.” you shrugged even though he couldn’t see you. “just say you miss me.” rafe smiled at the sound of your soft laugh, looking over at his bedside table where a framed picture of you two sat. “i do. i miss you a lot.” rafe confessed, making your heart skip a beat. “i miss you, too.” he felt like a weight had been lifted off of his chest when you confirmed you had been feeling the same way as him.

“you wanna know what else i miss?” rafe hoped you wouldn’t end the call. “what?” you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together. “i miss feeling that perfect pussy wrapped around my cock every night, ‘been losing sleep without you baby.” you refrained from moaning at his words, feeling utterly pathetic. “i need to feel you again, its been too long.” his words came out a little breathless. with the last bit of resolve you had left, you told him; “use your hand, rafe. goodnight.”

you reached for your phone, pausing when he said, “ah, fuck- i am.” you paused. as if you couldn’t be any more sexually frustrated, he moaned into the receiver, making your eyes shut momentarily. “i know you’re thinking about it, too.” you were fighting with yourself at this point, ultimately losing when you laid on your back, your thighs separating ever so slightly. “just give me the word, y/n. i’ll go over right now and fuck you until you cry.” a particular stroke of his hand made him groan. you sucked in a breath. of course he’d do this when there was no one else in the house, the temptation getting harder and harder to resist.

“..no.” you knew your voice gave you away but you didn’t care anymore. “aw, i hear how bad you want it.” he laughed. “i’m sure there’s others you could call at this time. why don’t you ring them up and let them take care of you?” your fingers danced over the waistband of your panties. rafe scoffed. “y/n, i’ve been fucking my fist to the thought of you for the last three months. there hasn’t, and never will be, anyone else.” for the first time tonight, his voice was firm. “i need you so fucking bad, y/n, i’m begging you to let me come over.” you chewed on your lip, any restraint you had left melting away.

“the key is under the mat.”

dad!rafe literally giving you a litter of children.

not four. not six. seven! (it's giving 8passengers/NotEnoughNelsons)

And purley the reason is because it was so may boys! Your first was a girl and then of course a boy as a second was fine, but both rafe and you wanted another and hopefully a girl. (i love girl dad rafe ((i also just want girls. self indulgence at its finest)))

so you have another boy; well two actually. and finally after 5 you guys are really about to loose hope but you both REALLY want another girl (and REALLY like having sex) and you pop another out that's finally a girl!

which of course gives you the courage to try one last time for another girl and whoever you pray to (or nobody we don't discriminate around here) answered your prayers and gave you a final baby girl.

after that you guys were done tho😭 seven kids is a LOT. good thing daddy rafe has cameron development to keep you guys afloat🤗

a/n: this was really just lots of self indulgence of what i've been thinking about the past few days. rafe playing football with all of his sons :( and when is yoingest baby girls get boo boos from falling too hard he's always there to comfort them. ofc he spoils his oldest because she was the first.

golf shenanigans with rafe

(not edited. probably very long winded.)

maybe you guys have a set of rules in play for you to follow. no talking back. listening the first time. no teasing. ect ect. but of course, we don't follow rules around here.

you'll be on the golf course with rafe, topper, and kelce. rafe promised he wouldn't take long, just a few holes and then they'd be done for the day, but it's been an hour and twelve holes later and he's still not done. and it's just so hot and rafe is taking entirely too long. you've just had enough.

sooo...you go up to top, all doe eyed an innocent asking if you can take a swing. of course topper said yes because he's just so kind. but the problem is, you're doing it all wrong. so, you ask topper for a little help. now rafe seeing topper with his whole body around you, trying to "help your swing" is definitely a little infuriated.

as soon as topper gets off of you, rafe is ripping you away from the golf club and everybody else. dragging you over to the golf cart and asking, "what the fuck do you think you're doing??" and as you're thinking of something to answer his question you can see just past him, a topper trying to hide his new boner, and it makes you giggle a little. and that. that giggle. really set him off. now, you and him both know that he could bend you over right then and there, but he tells you to get in the golf cart and stay put. goes back to his game. and finishes his golfing.

and sure, you could listen to him and stay in the cart, but it's blazing outside. so! you decide to trot over and get a popsicle! and thennn go talk to kelce about god knows what. how his mother is doing, when he's going to get another girlfriend, the last time they beat up the pouges. anything really. and the whole conversation kelce is only half brained because he's so infulged on the way you're liking the popsicle. the way your tongue glides over the tip of it and how you can take the majority of it in your mouth. but what really is the cherry on top is him watching as a bit of it drips off the stick into your cleavage. it takes everything in him to try not stare, but he just can't help it.

and rafe saw it all. he had his eye on you from the moment you left the golf cart. as you're walking back from your conversation with kelce, you see him quite literally fuming. and as you make eye contact, you give him the same soft doe eyes you gave topper. but rafe knows. and it doesn't work.

let's just say you're in a world of trouble when you get home.

i need a rafe cameron hurt/comfort fic. and when i say that, i mean a RAFE CAMERON hurt/comfort fic. not, oh... well reader is this and that happened to reader so blah blah blah rafe comforts them. NO.

give me rafe cameron running to reader, and wrapping himself around them, tears pooling in his pretty blue eyes as he murmurs something about being a fuck up into their shoulder. probably distressed from another fight with his dad or another situation happened where he lost control and it terrified him.

his arms are probably so tight around reader that they can barely breathe, but if rafe let's go then how is he gonna ever calm down?? reader is like his lifeline and even a split second away from them, in any way, is just adding to the pooling fear and dread that swirls in that pretty little head of his :((

i need something like this so baddddd bc i can't find any (there's probably some out there nd i just havent seen it yet but where tf is it?)

(can you tell i'm rewatching obx for the 3rd time???)