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HEAT WAVES || Rafe Cameron

Summary: What if Rafe can’t get inside your head? What if you completely turn his world without knowing?

Warnings: drugs, addiction, mentions of sexual stuff, !gender of reader not mentioned!

Road shimmer

Wiggling the vision

Heat heat waves

I'm swimming in a mirror

The warm summer breeze is making your hair flow back as you sit beside me. The sunsets show is stolen by your beauty. I would never tell you that though.

Road shimmer

Wiggling the vision

Heat heat waves

I'm swimming in a mirror

I see you. Sitting there with your messy hair and a bottle of beer in your left hand while listening to your girlfriends. They seem to enjoy those beach parties, you don’t. I would never admit that I stare at you though.

Sometimes, all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

Heat waves been faking me out

Can't make you happier now

We meet. I certainly didn’t expect you while picking up my weekly coke. You shouldn’t be doing this, it’s not good. But yet I am so fascinated. What else is it I don’t know about you?

Sometimes, all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

Heat waves been faking me out

Can't make you happier now

Here we are. Making out in the back of my car. You approached me after a party. Never took you for the hook-up-type-of-girl. But you taste almost too delightful to deny. Have you been watching me too?

Usually I put

Something on TV

So we never think

About you and me

Nobody knows about us. Just a fling as you describe it. But don’t you think about me too when you’re alone? It’s freaking me out almost, even though you keep me calm.

But today I see

Our reflections

Clearly in Hollywood

Laying on the screen

The messages are always dry. People who like you aren’t like that usually. If the “hey” is written with only one y there’s something wrong they say. Don’t you see how desperately i need you?

You just need a better life than this

You need something I can never give

Fake water all across the road

It's gone now the night has come but

You are right. I am not worth it, you are the sunshine meanwhile I’m the thunder. All the coke, you handle it so well, play it off like the good perfect girl you seem to be. Why can’t I?

Sometimes, all I think about is you

Late nights in the middle of June

Heat waves been faking me out

Can't make you happier now

Yet it takes one call and I’m yours again. You keep me up at night, without your company or with. I would do anything for you. Even though you leave without a good bye each morning.

You can't fight it

You can't breathe

You say something so loving but

Now I've got to let you go

You'll be better off in someone new

I don't wanna be alone

You know it hurts me too

I can’t do this. You are too good for me. All the dark moments, overshadowed by your light. I need you to stay away from me.

I haven’t called for 2 weeks. Did you even notice? Always so careless, but I like that about you. I decide to text you one last time. Just a summer fling I tell myself.

“Thank you for getting me clean again.” is the best I come up with. You never realized it. I didn’t need coke to be with you. But you did.

-j

Song lyrics: Heat waves - Glass Animals

:)

Sundress

When you first started dating Rafe, you didn’t think his obsession with you in sundresses was so real until you dragged him out shopping with you.

You pranced around in a short golf skirt and a tight polo at the country club with him and his frat-boy friends. Sure, you enjoyed the mai-tai part, and seeing your boyfriend's arm flex every time he swung the golf club, but spending 18 holes at the golf course under the hot sun quickly got rid of the perks.

________

“Come on Rafe, I golfed all of yesterday with you, Kelce, and Topper. Can you please just take me shopping once?”, you pleaded.

Rafe chuckled, “You call hitting the golf ball into a tree and pouting at how long the game was taking golf?”

Glaring at him, you got closer to him, fixing his shirt collar and negotiating, “I’ll let you buy me a golf skirt and you can teach me how to play sometime, yeah?”

You knew him too well- this comment would just remind him of how cute you looked on the course, and how your skirt would rise every time you’d bend over to swing your golf club. Sighing, he gave in, knowing he could never deny you when you looked at him like that.

In your second hour of shopping, the “designated boyfriend seats” of the stores suddenly got too uncomfortable, and his iPhone games too boring, leading him to his complaints.

“Sweetheart, cmon, it’s been two hours, leave some clothes for the rest of the island.”

Voice muffled behind the dressing room door while pulling the top of a blue toile dress over your head, you responded, “Since when did you care about the rest of the island?” The pile of dresses you tried on before this dress was okay, but this dress knocked the rest of them out of the park.

“Ever since you forced me into shopping like a pogue instead of just ordering it online or getting a styli-”

Rafe froze in the middle of his complaint, staring at you in a way he never had before. His eyes seemed to say something words couldn’t describe, but the drool collecting at the corner of his mouth spoke volumes.

“You’re drooling”, you stepped forward, blushing as you wiped the saliva from the corner of his pink lips. “Thoughts? Questions? Concerns?”, you joked.

He remained silent, eyes scanning your entire body before calling a saleswoman to grab you all the colors available for that dress.

________

The days following this encounter proved this sundress theory even more.

Suddenly Rafe wanted to be by you all of the time and canceled plans he had weeks in advance just to spend time with you. When he couldn’t cancel, he’d drag you along and force the guys to invite your friends to come with you.

As Rafe talked with Kelce, Topper, and a few of your friends' boyfriends, he had you perched upon his lap. Absentmindedly, he’d play with the hem of your dress, and always find something on you to “fix” just to get his hands on you, like your dress strap or a piece of hair that’s out of place. You simply looked too pretty not to play with. Intrigued in a conversation about your psychotic ex-best friend, you were reminded of Rafe’s presence the further he traced his fingers up your thighs.

Rafe loved that about both you and the sundresses. That you would become putty in his hands the more he touched you, and the sundresses that easily allowed him to do so discreetly. Sure, Rafe wants to see more of your skin exposed, but the skirt of your dresses hid the haven only he was able to see, whether in his bedroom or his car.

The sight of you in a sundress drives Rafe fucking crazy. The second he sees you in one, he’s immediately gesturing you over to him while he’s sitting. placing you, still standing, in between his legs, he can’t help but stare at your tanned and glowing skin, and the light purple hickies he left on your neck and chest for show. when he’s wrapping his arms around your waist, wandering his hands up the backs of your thighs while you play with his hair, all he can think about is you, and it seems like all of his problems melt away.

While the dresses bring you affection from Rafe, they also attract the attention of other guys. Of course, Rafe can’t blame them for staring at you, he can’t help but stare at you too, but the difference is that you’re his, and his only.

The poor boy can’t help but get a little bit jealous when everyone is talking you up at a party and you’re too innocent to know that they just want you for sex, they don’t just always want to be your friend.

Rafe knows some people have good intentions, but can’t help his selfishness and wants you all to himself- a reoccurring topic in your fights. They’re not really fights, it’s really just you both being too stubborn to admit your wrongs.

During fights like these, when you haven’t fucked in a few days and both full of pent-up anger, the dresses come in most handy.

So when Rafe sees you walking into a beach kegger late at night in none other than a white sundress (the color Rafe says always reminds him how much he wants to marry you), he knows that you know what you’re doing.

The delicate white linen dress hugs your body perfectly, cupping your perky, bra-less breasts perfectly and the hem ends perfectly at your mid thigh. Rafe takes in your beauty regardless of the fact that you’re both fighting right now, but can’t help but be bothered by the fact that you’re wearing that without his hand in yours, without his arms around your waist or tickling your sides, and especially without the hickeys he normally leaves littering your skin. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your skull as you turn to talk to your friend, letting her guy friend pour you a drink.

Standing up, he disregards the insults from his friends calling him “pussywhipped” and makes his way over to you, watching your friends leave the conversation in fear of the consequences they’d face for talking to you when you look so good.

Turning your body around to face him, he is even angrier is when you pretend to be “oh so innocent” in white dress, pretend to be oh so innocent. Watching him with your confused doe eyes, he takes a deep breath before me speaks.

“You know what you’re doing.”

While shaking your head, you respond with a slight smirk, leading him to grab your drink someone who wasn’t rafe made you, pour that shit onto the sand, and drag you to his expensive ass car to remind you not only that he was wrong, but that your his, and his only.

“God, you’re such a fuckin’ tease. If you wanted to fuck you could’ve just asked”, he spoke loudly.

Once he had you leaning back against the outside of his car, you finally responded, “Who said I wanted to fuck?”, softly as you dragged your freshly manicured nails down his chest.

Rafe gave you a knowing look, “You said it with those eyes and the way you’re fucking dressed.”

“You don’t like the dress?”, you whined, eyes watering in anticipation for what was going to come.

He answered you with a kiss on the lips, drifting his kisses from your mouth, down your jaw, to your ear to whisper, “The dress isn’t the problem, Angel. You look beautiful, it’s the fact that you’re so fuckin stubborn that you had to flaunt yourself to the island just to get me to fuck you. If you really wanted me that bad you could’ve asked.”

Letting out a breathy moan in response as he sucked and nipped at your neck you could barely speak, “So prove it.”

Returning to your plump, strawberry chapstick-coated lips, he continued to kiss you, “Hmmm?”

You pushed his chest away and looked up at him. He towered over you with his height, and it just turned you on that much more. “Prove it to me that I’m yours, Rafe.”

Kissing you deeply, he scooped down to pick you up and wrap your legs around his waist as he searched for his car keys in his pocket.

Unlocking the back seat door of his car, he set you down as you slid back and laid down to give him room to hover over you.

Hand slipping under your dress, he stared at you as you pushed his chest away and sat up on your elbows.

“So do you really like the dress??”

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This is my first blurb and my first time writing anything like this so please b nice and leave feedback- I love to read ur comments they make me so happy!! - Angel

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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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

“Now what has the dick done this time?”

“His name is Nick and you know that,” you punched your best friend against his chest, causing him to mouth an “ouch!” and rub the spot you had hit, pretending to be hurt, though you knew even if you'd tried, you could not actually hurt him. He was so much stronger than you. And hitting him with your fist, you just felt his hard muscles and actually hurt your own hand a little.

“Whatever. He's a dick for sure,” Rafe shrugged, reached over you to grab the popcorn. His arm brushed your chest, just hardly touching your shirt, and weirdly it made you shiver.

You frowned at Rafe who had already turned his face towards the TV screen again. You were sitting next to him on the floor in front of his bed. Sure it wasn't as comfortable as if you had been sitting on the bed, but it was kind of your thing. Yours and Rafe's. When you were kids you used to do that all the time, sit as close to the TV screen as possible, because “it was like going to the movies”, the screen seemed so much bigger. Now the screen was actually huge, it still felt bigger sitting on the floor and looking up. You kind of felt like kids again, even though you were both adults now. It was a feeling of nostalgia, something you hadn't known you had missed that much.

It had been a while since you had done this, just a movie night with your best friend since childhood. Though your college wasn't that far away from the island, you had hardly seen Rafe in the last couple of months. And you'd missed this, hanging out with your best friend. Watching a movie marathon – Rafe had picked tonight's movies: all four John Wick films. And even though you had rolled your eyes when Rafe told you, you had to admit the movies were actually fun to watch. And you enjoyed yourself, eating popcorn, sitting next to each other, chatting or just watching in silence when a scene got extremely exciting.

You enjoyed yourself more than you had in a while. And you were so glad that you had agreed to spending time with Rafe before you would have to drive back to college the next day.

Well, you had enjoyed yourself, until your phone just wouldn't keep quiet. You had it on silent, but you could see the screen blinking. And you couldn't ignore it, because it might be important.

It was your boyfriend who had been texting you. And you hated to leave him on read, so you replied. But he didn't stop. You told him – again – you would call him later, you were watching movies with your best friend. His answer wasn't what you had hoped for.

You were just typing back when Rafe asked you what your boyfriend had done.

You really didn't want to talk about it, you wanted to relax, not think about your boyfriend or college or the next day when you would have to return, not think about how much you had missed just being yourself in the company of your best friend.

But your phone kept ringing. Your boyfriend was now calling you. You sighed.

You saw Rafe glancing at you sideways.

You should just put your phone away, and ignore it. But you were already too upset to enjoy the movie.

So you got up.

“I gotta take this,” you told Rafe, pointing at your phone, and you didn't even wait for his reply, but went to the adjoining bathroom and closed the door behind you.

You took a deep breath before answering the phone.

“Hi babe, I—” But your boyfriend didn't let you finish. He started talking right away, though it wasn't actually talking, he was yelling at you. He was furious that you had ignored him. You tried to explain, but he wouldn't listen.

“Why haven't you told me who you are meeting?”

“I didn't think it was such a big deal. Rafe's my best friend, you know that. I've known him since forever…”

Your boyfriend went to high school with you, so he knew who Rafe Cameron was. And he had never gotten along with him. Which was okay, because you only started dating at college. And that was when you found out that he hated your best friend. But since you hardly ever saw Rafe, he was never really a topic in your relationship. Until now.

“Don't think I'm stupid, y/n. He's not just a friend. He's Rafe Cameron.”

“But he is my friend!” You had tried to keep quiet, but your emotions were in turmoil. You didn't know how it had happened, but you were almost feeling angry.

“A friend who wants to fuck you. But that's what you want, huh? You just wanna be one of his dumb sluts? He's using you!”

Tears filled your eyes and you couldn't hold them back at his harsh words.

“That's not true,” your voice sounded weak and you sobbed.

He wouldn't listen. He just accused you of these ridiculous things, calling you names, and then he just hung up. You tried to call him back, but the call went straight to voice mail.

Your mind was racing, your heart was beating so fast, you felt it would explode in your chest. Tears were running down your cheeks, but you didn't even care to wipe them from your face when you left the bathroom to return to Rafe's bedroom.

He was still sitting on the floor in front of the bed. The movie was paused, you noticed from the silence in the room, and it kind of touched you that he had been so considerate to pause the movie, so you wouldn't miss a scene.

He looked up at you, but you tried to avoid his gaze as you walked closer.

“I need to go,” you said, hardly audibly.

“What?” Rafe frowned at you. “Dicky calls and you come running?”

For a moment, you wondered if he was hurt. After all, you had promised to spend time with him, watch a John Wick marathon. And you hadn't seen him for so long.

“I can't do this now,” you sniffled and shook your head. You couldn't deal with your best friend's hurt feelings too now, even though you felt bad. But you needed to leave now, you needed to make things right with your boyfriend.

You reached down to pick up your bag that was lying on the floor next to Rafe, when he suddenly grabbed your arm and pulled you down. You let out a surprised gasp as you fell right onto his lap, where he caught you, where he held you.

You struggled and tried to get up.

“Let me go, asshole,” you punched his shoulder, but Rafe only held you closer in both his arms.

“What now? I'm the asshole, but he makes you cry?”

Rafe grabbed your jaw, making you look at him when you tried to turn your face away.

“Let me go,” you said, blinking tears away.

“Only when you tell me what's going on. What has he done to you?”

You tried to shake your head, struggling to get up, but he was stronger, so much stronger, and the way he held you, held you like he would never let go off you, you became overwhelmed by your emotions, no longer able to get your act together, instead of pushing away, you now clung to your best friend. You buried your face at the crook of his neck, and he held you. Tears were soaking his shirt and he caressed your hair. You were shaking and trembling and sobbing, and Rafe pulled you closer.

This side of him wasn't new to you, but no one else knew him like this, caring, protecting. And you had only seen him like this on few occasions. And it was like your body reacted to his. Though your feelings were still in turmoil, your shaking had stopped, your crying became quieter. Your hands were still clinging to the fabric of his shirt.

He was quiet and you could just feel his calm breathing, when you got quieter yourself after some time. He did not say anything, did not urge you. And you felt so comfortable. So safe. And you realized that you hadn't felt like this in months. You hadn't felt like this since you left.

You were only sobbing quietly after a while and moved your head back, to gaze at your best friend.

He looked at you, and on his lips was a little smile, as if he was looking at something precious.

You suddenly became very aware of his gaze.

“Don’t look at me. I look like a mess,” you cast your eyes down.

“Hot mess,” he said softly and you felt your cheeks flushing.

You tried to punch his chest, but he caught your fist in his hand, wrapping it around it, holding it. This time, you didn't try to struggle and pull it away, you felt this warmth from the closeness, not just surrounding your hand. You looked up from his big hand holding yours to his face, finding his eyes still on you.

“You're fucking beautiful and if he doesn't make you feel that way, he doesn't deserve you.”

An incredible heat was rushing to your face and you knew you were blushing crimson.

“You only say that because you’re my best friend.”

“I shouldn't say that because I am your best friend…”

Your lips opened at his words, but instead of speaking you only breathed in. And you could feel his breath on your face, on your lips. You closed your mouth and unconsciously your tongue touched your lips, as if trying to feel something there.

His blue eyes looked at you, so intensely, you could almost feel them on you.

His fingers moved and he was caressing your hand still in his. It was such a light movement, such a delicate touch, but it sent waves of electricity through your body. This tingling sensation made you restless and your body wriggled in his arms, making you well aware of the fact that you were sitting in his lap. You inhaled sharply.

“I should go,” you mumbled and tried to get up.

Rafe held you tighter, his hand around your fist pressed against is chest. His other arm around your back.

“Rafe, let me go,” you urged.

“Only when you tell me what he's done to you.”

“Nothing.”

You shook your head, but Rafe suddenly gripped your jaws again, and this time so hard, it hurt a little. He looked at you, his eyes narrowed, a frown on his forehead and his voice was so stern, so commanding, it made you shiver.

“What did he say to you? Tell me now.”

You looked down with your eyes but somehow you couldn't refuse his command.

“He called me a dumb slut and said you just wanted to use me.”

There was silence, a cold, icy silence. You watched his face.

His brows furrowed, his nostrils flared, his jaws clenched.

“I'm gonna kill him.”

You saw his eyes darken, his handsome features grew tense. And even though you were sure that he didn't mean what he said, you felt a shiver running down your spine, because he kind of looked as if he meant it.

He was about to get up, and you were slipping from his lap in that motion. But you clung to him.

“No, Rafe, don't!”

And even though you were weaker than him, your hands pressed on his broad shoulders and you somehow managed to push him down, so he remained seated and you found yourself straddling his lap now.

His chest was rising and falling, as if from exhaustion. His hands found your hips and you felt you were panting too. Suddenly feeling so hot and restless.

“I'm gonna go,” you said, but you didn't get up.

“I can't let you drive like this. You’re a bad driver anyway, and you'll surely crash into some tree or something when you drive in this state.”

You frowned at his words.

“But I need to get back to college in the morning.”

You felt his hands grip your hips firmer, even though you didn't try to move.

“You can just stay the night and drive in the morning after you've rested.”

It wouldn't be the first night you spent at your best friend's. Though it had been a while.

“Rose is redecorating the guest room – again. You can't sleep in there. But you can sleep in my bed, I'll sleep on the floor.”

“But –”

“No buts.”

And that and the stern look on his face shut you up.

You weren't in the mood to continue watching the movie marathon and it was late anyway, so you decided to go to sleep. Rafe gave you one of his t-shirts to wear for the night, and you went into the bathroom to change and wash your face. It was a warm night, so you only wore the t-shirt over your panties, it was way too big for you, but it was extremely comfortable.

When you returned to the bedroom, you found Rafe putting a blanket on the floor next to the bed, making some make-shift bed. He was just wearing boxer briefs, and even though the light was dim, you could see his well-defined body clearly. You'd seen him like this before, of course. Like when you had been at the beach or swimming in the pool. Yet somehow, seeing him in his underwear felt different, more intimate.

You stood there, hands clutching the hem of the oversized t-shirt at your thighs. And you looked at him when he straightened up and turned towards you.

You felt his eyes travelling over your body and you quickly started moving towards the bed.

“What are you doing there?”

Rafe tilted his head. You pointed at the floor.

“You don't have to sleep on the floor. Your bed is big enough for the two of us. This is ridiculous.”

“Yeah, maybe I don't want to get hit when you're tossing and turning in your sleep?”

“I did that once! When I was eight!”

“Once was enough. And it really hurt when you punched my ribs in your sleep. So, no thank you. I'll take the floor.”

Rafe took a pillow from the bed and was about to set it on the floor when you grabbed his arm, to get that pillow back.

“You're stupid. This is stupid!”

You frowned at him, pulled at his arm, to get the pillow, and in your struggling with him, he must have lost balance, because you suddenly found yourself on your back on the bed and Rafe was lying on top of you. That pillow still in his hand, your hand around his wrist, with his arm and yours above your head on the bed.

You looked up at him, your face just an inch away from his. You could hardly see his features, but you felt the proximity, felt it so intensely. Felt that heat that was radiating from his body, felt it crawling over your skin. You felt the weight of his body on yours. And your breathing got harder.

You felt him shift, just a bit, on top of you, as if trying not to crush you and you inhaled and his scent filled your lungs.

You felt a light touch on your cheek. The fingertips of his free hand caressed your face.

“I'll sleep in the bed with you, if you promise me not to cry over that douchebag anymore,” his voice low, as he spoke those words, moving his lips so close hovering over yours. His eyes held your gaze. You nodded softly. And he got up and you exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in.

You kept lying on your back, just for some seconds, unable to move, still feeling his fingertips on your cheek, his body's weight pressing you down, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

But then the bed tilted and you looked to the side, seeing that Rafe was getting into the bed, and you moved to make room for him.

You lay on your side, facing him as he pulled the blanket over you. His face once again close to yours, just for some seconds.

“Night, y/n.”

“Good night, Rafe.”

He turned on his back and switched off the lights. You turned to the other side and closed your eyes, focused on his breathing. You felt your own heart beating so rapidly at first, but after some time, you got calmer and were able to relax.

You must have fallen asleep, because when you woke up, you felt Rafe's body close behind yours, his arm loosely wrapped around you. You smelled his dark scent so intensely, felt his heat getting under your shirt. You felt his breath at the back of your head and a light shiver was running down your spine.

“Rafe?” You softly whispered his name, but he must have been fast asleep. He didn't answer, didn't move.

Carefully you placed your hand on his, your fingertips feeling along his long fingers.

He didn't move. His breathing still so calm.

His chest was pressing against your back and you could feel his regular heartbeat. It felt so familiar. You felt so safe.

And yet you couldn't stay still.

You bit your lips and moved, just a bit, arching your back, moving your butt back, pressing it against his crotch.

His breathing remained calm, telling you, he was still asleep, still unaware of what you were doing.

And you moved your butt just a little bit more and you felt him, felt him so prominently, you gasped in surprise. That tingling you felt turned into something hotter and you felt your core pulsing all of a sudden. You were breathing through your opened mouth as you felt this heat rushing through your body.

But Rafe was still breathing calmly, he was still asleep.

You felt him stir behind you, felt how hard he was, poking against your ass.

His palm was on your lower stomach. You felt it move under your hand. His calm breathing so close to your ear.

His hand moved down, moved over the fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing, and the pressure made you gasp and push back a little more.

You let go off his hand, but grasped the sheets. You tried to calm your breathing, but you were panting as you felt his fingers move under your shirt, felt his warm touch on your burning skin.

You couldn't see anything but you pressed your eyes shut nonetheless as his fingers slipped into your panties. They touched your heat, touched your most sensitive parts.

You let out a small whimper and your back arched further.

You listened, but he was so calm, so still, as if he was still asleep, and only his fingers were moving. And they moved between your legs. His fingers gently parting your folds.

You pressed your mouth shut, but you were sure that embarrassingly whining sound could be heard in the darkness of the room.

His fingertip rubbed your pearl and your body reacted, tensing up as you felt this incredible hot need literally throbbing.

You felt his breath so close to your ear and it sent a different kind of shiver through your body.

One finger slipped inside you, and you clenched around it hard. But he pushed deeper and you gasped. And you didn't know how but you were so wet, it made it easy for him to add another finger, though you pressed your legs tightly together.

For a moment, his digits just remained there, inside you, not moving. So very still like the rest of his body.

Then you felt his hard cock pressing against your ass, the length between your cheeks. And as if following some instinct, you rocked your hips, rubbed against him, creating more friction, creating more heat that made you shiver.

His fingers started moving inside you, pushing deeper, curling, and finding a spot that made you outright moan, and unable to suppress that sound.

His thumb pressed hard on your pearl, teasing you and sending hot bolts of pure need through your body. And your body was on heat, there was no other way to describe it. Every cell of your body was aching for his touch now. And he touched you, so good, so intensely, so determined.

You were moaning and whimpering as his fingers opened you up, made you spread your legs, urging him to go deeper, pushing against his thrusts, and pressing against his hardness.

You felt your climax building up quickly as his fingers pushed harder, moved deeper and more ruthlessly inside you, taking you.

You felt his hot lips on your neck as you pushed your head back, your body convulsing. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, but you weren't sure if you were trying to stop him – or if you even could.

His thumb rubbing your most sensitive pearl, making you clamp your walls around his fingers, you couldn't have stopped it, it was almost as if he was forcing that orgasm into you and you gave in, gave in willingly and with everything you had, everything you were, letting that wave of pure pleasure roll over you. Moaning shamelessly, your body trembling as his fingers fucked you through an overwhelming climax.

You lay there, panting, sweat covering your body, and you were still feeling dizzy from the aftermath of that amazing orgasm, when you felt a shiver of cold. He lifted the blanket off of you. And before you could ask why, you felt his hand on your thigh and he lifted up your leg. And before you could wonder what he was up to, you felt his fingers push your soaking wet panties to the side. And before you could really grasp what was going on, you felt his hard cock push inside you from behind.

You cried out as you were stretched by his thickness.

His hand covered your mouth, muffling your cries, as he pushed deeper, pushed his whole length into you. You felt like he was splitting you in two, he was so big, pushing so hard, but at the same time this was all you wanted, all your body was craving for.

Your body shook from his hard thrusts, and he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close, making you feel his rapid heartbeat, making you feel him, so intensely, you forgot where you ended and where he began. You felt as if you were melting into him as he took you with long hard thrusts, took you as if you were only his.

And when you felt his hot cum spilling inside you, your body convulsed so hard around him, making him gasp into your ear and you came again, and he was fucking you through another high, this time not as fierce, but even more intense as you felt this connection with him, something you had never felt before.

You were still panting and your body was trembling as he rolled you around and took you in his arms. His lips kissing your face, tasting your sweat, tasting your tears.

“You're one of my sluts now.”

You froze as you heard his dark whisper.

“What?” You moved your head back to look at him though it was too dark to make out his features.

“I said, go back to sleep now,” he said, softly. And kissed your forehead, before cradling you in his strong arms. Your head resting against his shoulder, as he held you. Held you close.

a/n: Thank you for reading. This was probably much sweeter than what I usually write. I hope you enjoyed it. All feedback is very much appreciated.

nah cause all i can think abt it rafe being an absolute DICKHEAD to everyone but you. like he 180 changes when ur around and it completely baffles everyone.

OOOOH yes. everyone tellin you “he’s a dickhead, I don’t get why you’re with him.” And youre like “wdym? he’s the sweetest boy ever.” because you nd him and literally like this everyday

his friends hate it sm. I imagine it would go something like this

🪷 ꪆৎ 🕊️‧₊˚♡︎

Everywhere Rafe went, you followed. His friends never had the balls to say anything and just let it happen.

At parties, he was drinking and leaning in his chair, talking to Barry, who currently smoked a joint. A man sat in front of them, offering them an amount of money for the gold from the cross.

Rafe shook his head at the offer.

“That all?” Rafe asked him, unamused.

“I mean,” the dude scoffed. “How much would you take for it?”

“This bar is at least 5 grand. If you don’t got the money, fuckin’ stop wasting my time.”

“How is that five grand?”

Rafe rolled his eyes, irritated as he shut the case the gold was kept it. “Yo, what the fuck did I just say? Stop wasting my time. Get the fuck out.” He nodded, the man scoffing and shaking his head, standing up and walking away.

Rafe seemed irritated, his eyebrows furrowed and his face rested in an annoyed expression. That was until he glanced up and saw you walking towards him.

The man that had tried to buy the gold pushed past you, making you furrow your eyebrows at his rudeness.

Rafe had seen it, his irritation and anger bubbling once again. You just shrugged it off as you continued your stride to your boyfriend.

And he saw your bubbly demeanor, bouncing around happily as you walked towards him with the sweetest smile. He melted, the corners of his lips twisting up to form a smile. You fell into his lap, clearly drunk as you slurred out his name happily, hiding your face in his shoulder.

“Hey, baby.” He mumbled softly and quietly, hands rubbing circles on your legs.

Barry raised his eyebrows at Rafe, Rafe motioning for him to leave, his old glare back before he turned his attention back to you.

“You tired?” He asked you quietly.

“Yeah. Wanna go home, Rafey.” You whined and complained. And with anyone else, the nickname would have had someone 6 feet under.

“Alright. We’ll go home. Lemme just clean up here, Kay’?” He patted your ass softly, gently getting you off his lap.

“‘Kay.” You mumbled tiredly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes and waiting, but before he could even turn around to you, you were fast asleep on the couch.

He sighed, shaking his head and smiling again to himself.

for your rafe cameron series 🧡!

i hc that rafe hates that his shy gf is a people pleaser so whenever ppl ask reader for/to do things, he tells them no and teaches reader to be selfish sometimes

sweet girl . part one.

. . . finally done with uni and travel work so!!! i have not written in too long, so hopefully i have done it some justice!! part 1 because i truly think it deserves more :(

warnings. manipulative rafe? oblivious reader. bad friends lowkey.

Rafe Cameron adored you to the ends of the earth, every breath you took called his name. He cannot think of any quality you owned in which he disliked (maybe, slightly, being a pogue). But God he could not stand how nice you were. You knew it was a bad habit, a habit that made you likeable for all the wrong reasons. 

Your heart was racing, and the base of your palms overloaded with sweat. No matter how many times you tried to relieve the stress, your mind would not stop reeling. It took days of convincing on your friends’ end, but it finally came to their luck when you’d hesitantly agreed.

Terrified. Terrified is the word you would use to describe how you felt. You were in shambles just thinking of the ocean, the deep seas scaring you in ways you would rather not imagine. But your friends needed you, after constructing a plan to get another batch of gold – all they needed was you.

“Are you ready?” JJ asked. Your shaking hands were gripping the edge of the boat before you nodded. 

You tried, you really did, only you felt the panic settle in when your legs were the only identifiable object below you that did not jitter you. Your eyes stung painfully, and you were sure they would swell soon enough. After every exhale you did, water filled your lungs and the fish that trickled by your trembling feet, did not help but cause a worrisome tremble of your body. 

It was a long while with overwhelming darkness consuming you, and time didn’t register then, not until Rafe’s angry voice was loading through your ears.

He was beyond furious. He wasn’t supposed to leave you alone today, but how could he say no to you when you were practically begging? (it did not take much — in fact.)

Rafe stood near his bed, watching your breathing steady and lashes gently flutter open. He paced near you with haste speed, before sitting down near your arms. “Do you know how stupid you are?”

“wh-what?” 

“You wanted to keep this relationship a secret,” his breath shook with every word he spat out, yet the touch on his hands were laced with gentleness. “So you better stay outta trouble. I can’t come ‘n get you around your shitty fucking friends.”

You sat up slowly, taking notice of the way your clothes lay folded on his desk chair, his own clothes hanging loosely around your body. You knew Rafe cared about you, he is your boyfriend, but it never crossed your mind that he’d find anger in your misery. 

You gulped, shrugging your shoulders yet your hands still circled by his, “I-I don’t get it, they’re my friends and they asked, it was a risk anyone would tak-”

“No the fuck it’s not, my God Y/N,” he dragged his hands over his face, before leaning close to you. “No friends would ask you to jump into the fuckin’ ocean knowin’ you’re scared shitless.”

His jaw clenched and you squint your eyes at the furrow of his brows, “Rafe…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” The frown residing on your face was evident, reaching out with one hand to clasp his rough hands with your own, and another tenderly caressing the creasing of his skin.

You didn’t understand his anger, but it was justified in your head, nonetheless. How could he ever be wrong in your eyes?

Not a second had passed and he was already mimicking the sadness plastered onto you, before using his other hand to caress your cheeks — a touch so soft sighs escaped the pair’s lips.

“Baby,” he cleared his throat, “Im- m’not mad at you. No one loves you like I do. I wouldn’t risk your life; your friends are selfish.”

He cradled your head onto his chest, wiping and pressing on your pouting mouth. “‘s not the first time either, you care too much ‘ts going to hurt you.” you shrug into his chest, heart aching at the sound of his own beating erratically breath your ears.

Rafe sighed, gulping and leaning onto the headboard, “gonna have to have me stuck by you all the time, i’ll be your backbone while you get to be all sweet ‘n shit.”

“you think i’m sweet?” a saccharine giggle escapes you at the roll of his eyes, and Rafe tightens his hold on you, knuckles white as you draw mindless patterns on his chest.

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

You tap the red record button on your phone with your manicured finger, feeling your heart race with excitement as you position yourself provocatively; legs spread wide, tiny micro skirt hiked up on your hips. The sight of your glistening pussy turning you on even more as you grab for your vibrator.

The shiny heart shaped plug that has already been inserted into your tight puckered hole glints off the ring light sitting directly in front of you. Everything you’re capturing on your phone is being mirrored onto your big tv that hangs just above your wooden antique dresser. You loved watching yourself get off, maybe it was slightly narcissistic but you didn’t give a fuck.

At this point you had been doing only fans for a month and a half, ever since your mom decided she was leaving your step dad to go do some ‘self discovery’ in Europe with her new Bo; who she cheated on said step dad with, and since he was allowing you to continue to live in his house rent free, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him for much else; thus leaving you to sign up to the porn sharing sight. It was a great source of income and not to mention the slight ego boost it caused from witnessing so many men and women fawn over you.

You’d start the process of getting yourself, the tripods and lighting ready once your step dad left to his evening country club visit, playing golf with his buddies was his way of “blowing off steam” as he had put it.

You’d wanted to tell him there were other ways of doing that, but Rafe had always intimidated you. It was a hot intimidation, the type that made your panties wet and had you finger fucking yourself to orgasm on late nights when the days memories of him would quickly flint through your mind.

Just like now, fucking yourself with your vibrating dildo as you think about your step dad. It never fails to get you off in minutes, it was your newest hyper fixation. The amount of step dad porn in your search history was embarrassing, you’d take it to the grave. I mean how screwed up are you to picture yourself naked and stuck in a washing machine or under a bed like all the lame ass troupes porn usually uses? But god if you didn’t pray to be stuck in a compromising position when he just so happened to get home.

“Lo, how many fuckin’ times have I told you to stop taking m— oh shit!” Rafe’s voice quickly cuts through the fantasy you were building up in your head.

“Oh fuck!” You squeak, throwing your dildo under your covers, as if that needed to be hidden more than your throbbing clit and dripping pussy that was being displayed in 4k on the big screen in front of you.

You quickly snap your legs shut, a loud slap echoing throughout the now, too quiet room.

Rafe is still standing there, in shock as he takes in the whole scene. Forget everything you said before, the compromising position shit was a total lie because right now you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Your step dad’s stern voice almost causes a whimper to slip past your lips, but not out of fear. It’s that fucking voice he uses when he’s trying to discipline you and it drives you crazy; the tone, the deep rasp. It made your body shutter and caused a bone tingling chill to crawl up your spine.

“I’m um, I’m not- I’m.” You fumble with your words as you try to think of an easy excuse, but nothing comes to mind that could explain what it looked like, the only choice you had was to tell the truth.

“I um, I’m filming something.” You manage to get the words out but it’s not exactly what you wanted to say, you’re not even sure what you wanted to say or how to word it in a way he’d understand.

“Yeah lo, no shit. I can see you’re filming! My question is why the fuck are you filming with your god damn legs open? Why are you playing with yourself in front of your camera, huh? You sendin’ this shit to one of your little boyfriends?” The use of your childhood nickname causes you to cringe, it’s a stupid fucking nickname your mom had called you since before you could talk, you were her lotus flower. Thankfully she had the good sense to shorten it to lo, that was probably one of the only solids she’s ever done for you.

“I don’t have a boyfriend rafe, I’m filming it for my only fans, okay?” The tone of your voice is frail and pathetic, you can’t even meet his eyes. You’re so embarrassed yet so turned on and you’re trying your best to keep it together but he’s not making it easy. His white button up hugs at his muscles deliciously and most of them are undone to just below his chest, the gold necklace you picked out for him sits between his pecs and the blue slacks and black belt he has on work perfectly together. But as you continue to observe your step dad you can’t take your eyes off the very obvious bulge in his pants. Oh god, you were gonna do something stupid, you felt the impulsive urge to throw yourself at him. I mean, he clearly enjoyed what he was seeing, so why not?

“Only fans? Jesus lo, you have a fuckin only fans? Since when?” His brows are furrowed and he’s licking at his bottom lip as he awaits your answer.

“Just for a few weeks.” You say, doing your best to justify the whole situation. You stand up onto your feet that are adorned with white knee high socks, your skirt did absolutely nothing to cover your pussy or ass, and the skimpy see through shirt that is tied together like a slutty school girl uniform shows off much more than it covers.

You move closer to him, still keeping a safe distance but his boner has given you a new confidence to poke fun at him a bit.

“Fuck. You need to stay over there, alright?” His jaw clenches and his hands tighten into fists at his sides as if he’s trying his best to keep them to himself.

“Why? You don’t want help with that big problem in your pants?” You know you’re pushing boundaries now, but you’re a fucking brat, so what?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Is all he manages to get out before his jaw clenches again, even tighter.

“Says who?” You whisper, untying your top and letting it slip off your shoulders , before pooling around your feet.

“Your fuckin’ mom, for one.” He huffs, like he knows it’s not a good enough reason, considering she cheated on him and then left the country.

“Your wife who fucked some other guy and then ran off?” You know your words are blunt and the wound is still fresh, but if he wanted to use you to get back at her, you’d let him. Whatever it took to finally get what you’ve been feening for. His cock.

“Careful lo, you don’t know what you’re getting your little ass into.” He chuckles and the sound goes straight to your cunt. It’s so deep and dangerous, thrill shoots through your body.

“I’m not little and I’m not a kid. I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what I want.” You unzip the side of the skirt and toss it somewhere to be dealt with later, leaving you fully bare for your step dad.

“And what do you want?” He asks huskily, looking down at you as you invade his space.

“You.” Is all you have to say before he’s moving forward, quickly breaking the gap he’d set and smashing his lips into yours in a rough and desperate manner. He grabs the backs of your thighs and hauls you up, without a second thought you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands finds a home on your exposed ass, and before you can even process that you’re in Rafe’s arms, kissing him and being groped on; he brings his palm down, roughly smacking the sensitive skin and making it jiggle in his palm. You moan at the contact and begin eagerly canting your hips against his hard bulge, desperately trying to find some kind of friction.

“Rubbin’ your little cunt on me like a bitch in heat?” He teases, but the words do nothing to help how fucking horny you are.

“I’m sorry, just want you so bad.” You whine as he begins walking you over towards your bed before roughly tossing you back down onto your fluffy white duvet, his movements are just as quick and eager, as he settles between your spread thighs.

His lips taste like coconut and the cigars he smokes on occasion, it’s fucking intoxicating. At this point you can’t help the whimpers and whines that drip from your lips.

“How long, hm? How long have you wanted this?” He asks, his tone is now serious and his eyes are intense and almost vulnerable, which surprises the shit out of you.

“I think I’ve wanted this since the day I met you.” You confess, and you remember that day clearly. It was only three years ago but you had just graduated high school and your mom had invited him over for dinner. You thought he was cute, but didn’t think much of it until he began coming around more often than not.

“Fuck, all this time I could’ve had you?” He sounds disappointed, and you guess in a way it makes sense considering the wasted time he’d spent with your mom.

“You can have me now.” You whisper before running your tongue over his opened lips, licking him like a playful puppy.

“I am, and I’m gonna tear this little pussy open.” He growls into your ear before he begins sucking bruises into your neck, the moans you let loose are ravenous, almost feral.

He makes haste at removing his belt and slacks, letting them pool over his shoes before kicking them all off into a pile on your floor.

He slaps the tip of his cock against your needy clit with a sigh of relief.

“Next time I’m gonna have you on your knees gagging on this cock, but right now I need to fuck this pretty little hole.” He makes show of slapping his tip against your opening and then slipping it in. He stays like that for awhile, going no further then the end of his mushroom shaped tip, and you’re about to scream from the teasing, but before you can scold him he gives you one brutal thrust, making him instantly bottom out to the hilt.

“Oh fuck.” You groan as your eyes roll back.

“Mmm, that’s it. Take this fuckin dick.” He huffs as his gaze continues to stay locked on yours. His hands are everywhere, he’s completely filling all your senses and you still can’t get enough.

“Just a desperate little thing for your step daddy, aren’t you?” He grits through clenched teeth as his thrusts speed up, he then grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to meet your shoulders.

“Holy shit, that’s so deep!” You sob from how spread out he has you and how perfectly he’s hitting that sweet spot.

“Yeah, I am fucking deep, can see that shit poking through your stomach. Fuck.” His hand leaves your thigh to rub at the bulge in your lower belly, then he begins slightly pushing down as his thrusts grow more wild and relentless. “Pussy’s so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. Mmm, so perfect.”

The pressure on your lower stomach has your toes curling in your socks, you can feel the orgasm on the horizon and a strange build up of fluid can be heard each time your step dad thrusts into you. You feel as if you might pee yourself, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced and holy fuck…

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rafe groans when a splash of liquid hits the base of his cock and splashes up towards his abs, “damn, that’s fucking sexy. Did you know you can squirt?” His lips are now hovering over yours and there’s a satisfaction and cockiness in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t. I um, I’m sorry.” He lifts his head from the kisses he was placing on your jaw and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face is serious, almost scary.

“Don’t apologize, Lo. I love when I can make a woman squirt. It’s fucking beautiful.” He looks down examining the mess you made before he’s picking his thrusts back up, slamming into you so roughly you begin unintentionally running away from him, being scooted up towards the headboard with every animalistic buck of his hips.

The moans he lets out while he pumps you full of his come, causes you to clench around him, milking him of every drop.

“Fuck that was…wow.” He huffs, before dropping down onto your body in exhaustion. He’s sweaty, and his body is like a furnace but you welcome the feeling of him practically crushing you.

“How was that for you?” He asks gently, his fingers holding your chin in a stern grip.

“The best I’ve ever had, honestly.” You don’t miss the flicker of possessiveness that leaves just as fast as it appeared.

“Alright,” he sighs with a slap to your thigh. “I’m gonna clean this shit up and put your little equipment away. You go to my room and start the bath, get the jets running and I’ll meet you in there.” His demand has you scrambling to your feet to obey, although your legs are still shaky and there’s a limp in your walk, which causes Rafe to smirk that cocky fucking smirk.

He pulls you back by your arm before you’re able to make it out into the hall.

“I’m letting you know now, that since I’ve had a taste I’m not fucking letting you go. Hope you’re not too sore, cause I’m not done.”

a/n: thank you to my baby @xxbimbobunnyxx for encouraging me to write for Rafe. I was so nervous to write for someone new, but this was so fun! <3

GUTS ! —(planned) masterlist

!!!the stories disappear onto my masterlists once they're finished!!!

bad idea, right?, james potter —there’s something intoxicating in the way that you and james just can’t keep away from each other ! (gn!reader)

the grudge, tasm!peter parker —when being spider—mans girlfriend becomes dangerous, peter makes a decision that breaks your heart ! (fem!reader)

love is embarrassing, james potter —everyone knew that james potter was in love with lily evans and everyone but you seemed to understand what that meant ! (fem!reader)

making the bed, stiles stilinski —while the world you once knew is burning to the ground, you feel as if you’re slowly losing your mind and slipping away from reality ! (gn!reader)

logical, anthony lockwood —there are mutual feelings in both your hearts, but there are mutual fears as well ! (fem!reader)

Imagine being the only person in Rafe's life that can clam him down and make him feel loved.

Rafe was a wild card, you knew that. You knew that there was a side of him that most people were terrified of. However, you had known Rafe for years even before the cocaine took over his life. He had always been a bit wild, but in a way you liked that about him. Of course when his wild behavior became unhinged and erratic it was a bit unnerving.

You had gone to his house one day, a smile on your face, the one that he loved and found comfort in. However, your smile faded when you saw the tall boy pacing in the backyard smacking the side of his head with his strong hands and mumbling to himself.

Any rational person could see that Rafe was angry and wouldn't think twice about walking away. Yet you were still drawn to him. You stepped onto the back patio cautious not to startle him. You weren't scared of him, you knew in your heart he would never hurt you and in truth he never has. But when he was like this, his anger bubbling over the surface he could be unpredictable.

"Rafe." You spoke softly, watching his hands shake and his pacing steps faulter. He stared at the ground for a moment before slowly lifting his head to look at you. When your eyes captured his, your heart broke at the glassy tears that began to form. You caught sight of the red hand print on his right cheek as he brought his hand up to his mouth. He chewed slightly at the skin on his thumb as she looked away from you.

"W-what the hell are you doing here Y/n?" He grunted. You stepped towards him and the angry look in his eyes grew. You weren't sure what happened but you knew it had something to do with his dad.

"It happened again didn't it?" It was the only thing you said before he stormed toward you forcing your back to hit the glass door behind you. It wasn't hard enough to hurt you, but it did startle you. You stood your ground though refusing to let something that you've seen countless times before scare you now.

"You should leave, I...I don't... I don't want to hurt you." He whispered, his minty breath fanning your face. Without thinking your hand moved to his face and he quickly caught your wrist in his large hand.

"You won't hurt me." You whispered back continuing to move your hand closer to his face with little resistance from him now.

"Rafe if I thought that you would ever hurt me I wouldn't have come out here. I trust you Rafe." You could see the original anger simmer to nothing as it now turned to heart ache, the tears in his eyes finally falling down his cheeks.

"Rafe I trust you, and I love you. You could never never hurt me or fail me. Rafe I would do anything for you, and if that means having you snap at me a little when your angry or even push me against the sliding glass door then so be it, because I trust you and I'm not going anywhere." The words warmed him and it didn't take long for him to wrap his strong arms around your waist and bury his face in your neck. Only collapsing to the ground pulling you down into his lap as he cried.

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧

pairing: toxic!rafe x toxic!fem!reader

summary: ❝but you don’t go cause truly there’s nobody for you but me.❞ — not only did rafe catch you in a lie, he also saw jj making moves on you, and you allowing it to happen.

warnings: dark themes, crying, manipulation, slight stalking, physical and emotional abuse (from both rafe & reader), taunting, cussing, slight jj x reader (nothing serious), rafe hits you with his belt, unprotected sex, mild slut shaming, rough kissing, slapping, hair pulling, choking, baby trapping threats, soft aftercare

word count: 1.2k

a/n: this is part one of my new ‘honeymoon’ series, inspired by songs off of lana del rey’s ‘honeymoon’ album. each parts are oneshots, and could be read individually, since there is no correlation between any of them <3 i hope you enjoyed 🤍 series masterlist

“is it wrong of me to enjoy seeing you like this?” you looked up from your hands, your vision blurry as rafe looked down at you, a sadistic grin on his face. you had a pounding headache from how hard you were crying, your knees aching from kneeling on the hardwood floor. “i said i was sorry! please let me get up.” you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. rafe grabbed your chin, pulling you up so your face was aligned with his. “sorry? you didn’t look sorry when i saw jj fucking maybank feeling you up while you thought i wasn’t watching, while you thought i wasn’t there.” you shivered at his words.

rafe had followed you and your friends to a party at the boneyard, when you originally told him you were just going to go out for dinner. jj had been sweet talking you most of the night, begging you for ‘just one kiss’, his words. you were strongly against it until he pulled you off to the side, telling you how good you looked in your little red dress, being the flirt that he is. he was only two years younger than you, but in his eyes you were like a hot cougar. you met rafe’s glare, your skin burning beneath his touch.

“maybe i wouldn’t have let him if you were nicer to me,” at this, the man in front of you only smiled wider, “maybe you should tell me how pretty i look. tell me my hair looks nice, tell me that you like my makeup, appreciate me more.” your voice shook with each word, his grip unforgiving. you knew you were playing a dangerous game right now, the look on his face making your stomach turn. “you’re such a fucking slut.” he pushed you away, making you fall back with a thud. you stayed on the floor, feeling small and powerless all at the same time. you couldn’t help the laugh falling from your lips, the irony of the situation just comical at this point.

your small laughs turned into full on hysterics when you caught a glimpse of your reflection in the nearby mirror. rafe pulled you up, grabbing you by the neck as he backed you up into the wall, the back of your head hitting the hard surface. “you think this is funny? i’m so glad that being an attention whore is so entertaining to you.” you blinked slowly. “i’m sorry,” you sighed, “i don’t know what’s more pathetic; the fact that you’re so insecure that you had to follow me and my friends to a party, or the fact that you’re jealous of a fucking pogue.” you started laughing again, shaking your head as rafe picked you up, throwing you on his bed.

“you don’t scare me,” rafe attempted to hover over you, but you stopped him with your foot, “you don’t think i knew you’d follow me?” you arched a brow, eyes flickering to his now confused ones. “i saw you talking to ‘top. probably asking him to keep an eye on me, right?” you crossed your arms, your voice dropping down to a whisper. “topper is pretty cute, don’t you think?” rafe snapped, yanking your ankle so he could pin you down by the edge of the bed. you smiled at him as he started unbuckling his belt, his lips crashing down on yours. it was hard, rough, with his teeth scraping your bottom lip, but sweet and gentle when he ran his tongue against the spots he bit.

“you need me to validate your feelings because you feel worthless if i don’t tell you you’re pretty? what a fucking joke,” he got his belt off, the leather cracking against the side of your thigh. you gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist so you could feel his erection against your cunt. “i don’t need your validation, i just want it,” he hissed when you tugged on his hair, the pain shooting straight to his already hard cock. rafe took your dress off, his hands roaming your body as you practically buzzed underneath him. “i’m gonna fuck you like i hate you.” with a slap to your cheek, you moaned as he pushed himself inside of you, your nails raking down his toned chest.

you could never get used to the size of him, the stretch feeling like your first time together all those months ago. rafe knew this, his eyes going soft as he filled you inch by inch, his fingers stroking your hair as you looked up at him with those glossy, desperate, doe eyes of yours. “you okay?” he trailed soft kisses along your jaw as you nodded. “ah, fuck, yes.” letting out a shaky breath, rafe looked down at your pretty face, “that’s too bad. we’re not doing none of that soft shit tonight.” you didn’t even get the chance to think straight before he pulled out and slammed back into you, a cry sounding out through his room.

rafe knew this was heaven to you. the choking, the biting, the crying. you were twisted just like him, that’s what he loved most about you. wrapping your legs around his waist, rafe pounded into you as you took each thrust of his hips. “could jj make you feel the way you do right now? the poor kid wouldn’t even know how to handle all of this.” he delivered a slap to each of your tits, your pussy fluttering around his cock. “i wonder if he knows what kind of girl you are,” you couldn’t formulate any words with his tip hitting your g-spot.

“you really think that little fucker would have it in him to choke you and pull your hair while you’re cumming?” your back arched off the sheets as rafe started rubbing your clit harshly. “please.” you knew rafe would ignore any and all of your requests when you were beneath him, it was your shared rules. he laughed, covering your mouth to muffle your moans. “i could cum inside you right now and ruin your life, you know that?” you met his gaze. “missing your birth control lately?” your heart dropped, rafe seeing the exact moment you realized he took your pills.

he laughed, but the smile fell from his face when he saw your eyes darken and your legs wrapped tighter around his sides. “you fucking slut, you’d want that wouldn’t you? want me to fill up this cunt and give you a baby?” you bit his palm, his hand flying away from your face. “yes,” you breathed, “because i could ruin yours too.” you met his gaze, both of you sharing admiration for the crazy things that just came out of both of your mouths. “fuck, i love you.” he kissed you once more, still fucking you like there was no tomorrow. “i love you, too.” your eyes rolled back as the band in your stomach snapped, your legs shaking uncontrollably as rafe took you to euphoria, his own orgasm hitting him as you clenched around his cock. “f-fuck, you’re just swallowing me whole.” his head fell on your shoulder, both of you a panting mess.

“t-too much,” you gasped, pushing against his chest. for the first time tonight, rafe listened to you, pulling out with a hiss. he fell to your side, scooping you up in his arms afterwards. you laid in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair as he watched you with lazy eyes. “we’re unhinged.” his chest rumbled as he spoke. you pecked his lips, looking up at him adoringly. “yes, we are.”

₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: ❝when i’m down on my knees, you’re how i pray.❞ — you show rafe how much you appreciate all the hard work he’s been doing.

warnings: slight praise, the L word, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slight breeding kink

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i’m sooo sad my spring break is over, but i still had so much fun! i hope everyone who’s had or haven’t had a spring break yet has a good time <3 series masterlist

“damn, it smells good in here.” you smiled, shutting the stovetop off as you heard the front door close. rafe had been leaving early and coming home late since him and barry started selling off the gold he found. he’d been exhausted the last few nights, so you took it upon yourself to help him relax the best way you can. “i hope you didn’t eat yet.” you rounded the corner, the sight of your boyfriend manspreading on the sofa had you pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. rafe lifted his head, his jaw ticking as he looked you over.

“i’m starved.” was all he said before pulling you on top of his lap. you were wearing his favorite lingerie set, a white lace bra and a matching thong, your hair and makeup freshly done. “you wear this just for me?” his fingertips skimmed across the small bow in the center of your bra, your eyes meeting his dark ones. “yes, and i made your favorite.” you raised your eyebrows at him, your heart fluttering in your chest at the smile that graced his lips. he stared at you for a moment. “that’s too bad, i thought i could have you first.” you gasped when you felt his hand snaking between your thighs.

as much as you wanted to fold and let yourself be overcome by him, you knew tonight was all about rafe, the man that worked so hard for both of you and never told you no. “i had something else in mind.” rafe looked almost offended when you moved his hand away, his expression softening as you kneeled in front of him, your hands running up his thighs.

“you do everything for me..” you shifted so your hair was on one shoulder. “you take care of me, spoil me, love me..” rafe’s mouth fell as you palmed him through his jeans. “let me show you how much i appreciate you.” he watched as your fingers worked to get him out of his pants, his cock straining against his boxers. “fuck, you look so pretty in front of me like this.” his hand traced your jaw before his thumb poked your lips, ushering you to suck on the digit. you did, but not without a teasing bite, both of you laughing softly at your antics. “i love you.” you’ll never get tired of hearing those words leave his mouth, your heart melting in response.

without wanting to make him wait any longer, you pulled him out of the confines of his boxers, your eyes widening slightly as if it was your first time seeing his hardened cock. “i love you, too.” you whispered, gripping him at the base before licking a long stripe from the underside to the tip of his length, a shuddering groan erupting from his throat. “fuck,” rafe’s head rolled to the side, his eyebrows knitting together. you moaned around him, a hiss leaving his lips. “i thought about you all fucking day today,” he gasped softly when you swirled your tongue around his sensitive tip. “i hate leaving you alone.” rafe squeezed his eyes shut as you took him deeper.

“i promise you, baby, after i get this money i won’t have to leave you again.” the thought of waking up and rafe actually being there to spoon you made you bob your head up and down his length even faster, his muscles flexing with restraint. it wasn’t until he hit the back of your throat that he found his fingers in your hair, his hips bucking on their own accord. you stayed still like the good girl you were and let him fuck your throat until he was a groaning mess. “can’t-” his thrusts slowed down, “don’t wanna cum if it’s not in that pretty pussy of yours.” your tummy fluttered with the prospect of rafe being inside you.

“you want that?” you pulled away with a pop, nodding your head before taking your place back on top of rafe. he attempted to lay you down, but you stopped him, taking hold of his shoulders. “i’m doing all the work tonight.” he took your lips in a deep kiss as he pulled your panties to the side, your own fingers guiding him to your entrance. slowly, you slid onto him, both of you moaning in unison. “sucking my cock gets you this soaked baby?” you took a moment, adjusting to the size of him. “yes, just looking at you makes me wet.” rafe cursed under his breath. “i love when that mouth talks dirty.”he planted both hands on the globes of your ass, your hips slamming down on his.

“fuck, y/n,” he whimpered, watching the way your expression turned to one of complete bliss. “you feel so good, always make me feel so full.” you praised him, the cold air hitting your now exposed tits. rafe threw your bra, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples, a yelp sounding from you at the added stimulation. rafe looked down at where you two connected, mesmerized by the way you took him whole, your clit just aching to be touched. he reached for the sensitive bundle of nerves, pinching you softly, making your hips stutter. “o-oh!” you cried.

your sounds were like heaven to his ears, he never wanted to stop hearing them. “you wanna know something?” he licked his lips, his thumb now rubbing firm circles on your clit. you hummed, slowing down so he could speak clearly. “the thought of coming home to you every night, whether you’re sleeping in our bed, or waiting for me like this, it makes me the happiest man in the world to know i have you on my side.” your eyes connected with his, his words making you fall even more in love with him.. if that was even possible.

you kissed him, sweet and slow, now letting him thrust into you instead. “you’ll never understand how happy you make me. how happy i am.” you smiled, stroking the side of his cheek. “i want to get you pregnant so bad right now.” both of you laughed, the action being short lived as you started moving against him again. “cum inside me, baby.” those words were dangerous, especially now since you and rafe stopped caring about the risk a long time ago. “yeah?” he stroked your clit faster, your head falling against his chest.

“please.” rafe was never one to deny you anything, his hips meeting yours as both of you neared an orgasm. “ah, fuck, please don’t stop!” your nails dug crescents into his skin. he obliged, rubbing your clit until you fell over the edge, sucking him in like a vice. while you shook in his arms, the prettiest sounds known to mankind filling up the room, pure euphoria washed over him as well as he held you tightly, thick ropes of cum filling up your velvety cunt to the hilt. “oh my god,” you sighed, your eyes struggling to stay open.

you two stayed in the same position for a few minutes, listening to the fall and rise of each other’s breaths. “i’ll be right back.” you pecked the corner of his lips, pulling off of him with a hiss. you quickly made his plate, the food still steaming hot as you met him in the living room. he had his boxers on now, and once he saw you with his favorite food in your hands, he pinched the bridge of his nose with a smile. “are you serious?” he accepted the plate, placing it on the coffee table. “you know i am.” he waited for you to bring your own, giving you a kiss on your head before both of you dug in, a movie now playing on the tv.

“if you finish early enough, you could have dessert later..” you said to him, in which he stared at you in awe. he knew he would never regret buying the engagement ring that waited in a jewelry box in the pocket of his jeans.

₊˚⊹ᰔ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

pairing: businessman!rafe x assistant!reader

summary: ward introduces his new assistant to the office, and rafe has to have her.

warnings: lots of flirting, secrecy, super sweet fluff, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting

word count: 3.2k

a/n: i wasn’t expecting you guys to love the moodboard so much!! thank you to those who requested more of this pairing, i see all of your asks, comments, and reblogs <3 if you couldn’t tell by the summary, this specific oneshot is telling how everything started, so there is a very slight time skip. don’t worry though, it’s nothing crazy.

“so if you’ll come this way, you’ll see the meeting room, which is where i’ll properly introduce you to the team in about fifteen minutes,” you followed mr. cameron, your new boss, around the cubicle packed room, smiling softly at those who cared enough to look up from their computers. “there’s not really much of a dress code, all i ask is that you dress for a corporate setting.” he lead you back to his office, where he asked you to take a seat.

“i won’t work you too much, i really just need someone who can keep me and my appointments with my clients organized. my son rafe, who is co-owner at the moment, will also be in need of your assistance, no worries though all he needs from you is to keep him updated on shipments and checking back in with clients to make sure they are more than happy with our services.” mr. cameron pushed a small stack of papers towards you.

“this is just the code of conduct, some expectations for here in the office. i’m gonna go take a phone call, and you can sign those documents in the meantime.” he patted your shoulder on his way out. you took a breath, flipping through the pages. everything looked pretty standard, all drugs prohibited, anyone under the influence will be asked to go home and will be terminated effective immediately, no firearms or weapons allowed while being in the building, etc…

then there was one rule, the only rule, in bold: ANY AND ALL ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIPS WITH THOSE OF HIGHER POSITIONS WILL RESULT IN TERMINATION OF BOTH PARTIES.

you hummed to yourself, mindlessly signing the papers with no clue of what was ahead of you. just as you finished signing the last page, mr. cameron walked in, flashing you a smile as you handed him the papers back. “do you have any questions for me?” he typed something up on his computer, the printer starting up soon after. “i do, actually. how come the rule for forbidding romantic relationships with higher ups the only one bolded? it’s not a problem or anything! i’m just wondering..” you cleared your throat.

“ah,” he stood up, “well the reason why it’s emphasized is because we want to avoid any and all legal troubles. lawsuits, investigations, it’s a really bad look for my company, and i would rather my employees keep their personal lives out of the office, especially those who are being paid very generously.” you nodded in understanding. “i see. very smart move.” you adjusted the ring on your finger, accepting a paper with your photo on it from mr. cameron.

“why, thank you. anyways, this is a temporary id for when you want to leave and enter the building. rafe is usually in charge of getting the id badges for our employees so he should have that ready for you by the end of the day.” he glanced down at his watch. “shall we get you introduced to everyone?” you nodded, making sure your head was held high as you two made your way to the already full meeting room. while everyone had been making small talk, rafe stayed silent while he stared at the blank presentation screen.

“good morning, everyone! i hope all is well, we’re here to discuss the construction plans for the skyscraper on the mainland, and i also have a new employee i’d like for everyone to meet,” rafe only saw your back profile, but with the view of your hips swaying in your tight pencil skirt and matching heels, it felt like eternity before you finally turned around, the sight of your perfect blowout and soft makeup doing something to his brain.. and his pants.

“this is y/n, and she is the new assistant to rafe and i. she comes from the mainland and has a degree in architecture, she is surely an amazing addition to our team, so i only expect the best treatment for her, as i do all of you.” you smiled, meeting everyone’s gaze, your heart stuttering in your chest when your eyes landed on him. he looked emotionless, but little did you know he was thinking of all the ways he could take you on his work desk.

“you can go ahead and take a seat, and we’ll get started.” you looked around, the only open seat being next to the man that made your stomach flip with a simple glance. you walked over, letting out a small ‘sorry!’ as you sat down, your knee bumping his. he didn’t acknowledge you at first, but once all eyes were on mr. cameron, rafe leaned in to speak to you quietly. “y/n, that’s your name?” you smelt his cologne before you could speak, the scent becoming your new favorite.

“yes, and yours?” rafe took your hand in his. “rafe cameron.” it took everything in you not to let your jaw drop. of course the insanely hot one was off limits. “nice to meet you.” you looked down, unable to maintain eye contact with him. rafe didn’t let go of your hand right away, clearly enjoying how shy he made you. “i’m assuming my father showed you around already?” you nodded, crossing one leg over the other. apart of you was slightly annoyed with yourself. you weren’t a shy girl, you didn’t avoid the stares of men, but rafe? he was a totally different ballpark.

“we’ll talk in my office after this.” he let go of your hand, smiling at you softly as you took out a notebook and pen, jotting down notes from what mr. cameron was going over. just like the rest of his father’s meetings, he wished this one would hurry up and end, wanting nothing more than to get you to himself already. thirty minutes later, and you found yourself sitting in front of rafe, both of you laughing about a topic he brought up.

“you know.. you carry conversation very well. a lot of people don’t know how to do that.” you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, both of you exchanging looks. he was wearing a white button down and slacks, his sleeves rolled up slightly. “thank you.” your words came out soft, the urge to steal a peek at his arms nearly unbearable. rafe examined you for a moment. “you dress very nicely, i like that.” he walked around his desk, leaning on the hardwood. “is this satin?” he rolled the fabric of your sleeve between his fingers.

if it was anyone else, you would’ve curled your lip in disgust before storming out the room and never looking back, but with the way this man towered over you, his eyes hungry as he stared you down, you met his gaze. “it is. and this? all leather?” it was a bold move, even for you, but if he was going there, you were going to meet him halfway. rafe sucked in a breath as your fingertips skimmed his belt. his hand came over yours, trailing it down his slacks, “we’re going to get along just perfectly.”

-

the next two weeks are a blur. first, you were too shy to look at this man, now he was stroking your thigh underneath the table during meetings. after he guided your hand over his hardening cock that fated day, it’s been nothing but hell for him, and you were enjoying every second of it. no one suspected a thing, and mr. cameron had actually told you to reside in rafe’s office for the time being while he worked to set you up somewhere nice. while rafe has been doing everything to get you where he wants you, you’ve been teasing him endlessly.

like today, you wore a black lace bra under your blouse, leaving it three buttons too shy so rafe could see what’s underneath. “mrs. thornton is on line one.” you’d bat your eyelashes up at him innocently, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as he stared at your exposed cleavage. “you’re killing me, woman.” you’d laugh before getting out of his chair so he could take a seat. while he talked on the phone, you thought about the next way to torture him.

before you could start writing a dirty note for him, there was a light knock at the door. “come in!” rafe shouted, resuming his phone call while margaret, the receptionist, brought in the largest vase of flowers you’ve ever seen. “y/n? these are for you, honey.” you blinked, rushing to get up so you could take them out of her hands. “are- are you sure?” there was a small white envelope poking out the top. “positive. ask whoever sent you those if they have a brother.” she winked, leaving you dumbfounded.

you plopped down in one of the chairs in front of rafe’s desk, taking the envelope and revealing the small card inside.

you look beautiful everyday, so you’ll get flowers everyday <3

your head shot up at rafe who was already smiling at you. “sounds good, i look forward to our meeting mrs. thornton. yes, uh huh, alrighty goodbye.” you walked around his desk, rafe moving to face you. “did you get me these?” you took a seat on his lap, the most you ever let him touch you in two weeks. he sighed wrapping his arms around you as you read the card over and over’s again. “i did. ‘figured roses were too practical, so i got you peonies.” you smiled, pecking his cheek. “they’re my favorite.” there was a lot of intimacy going on right now that rafe wasn’t used too, but it was intimacy with you, it felt right.

“good to know. maybe we’ll get you through the catalog.” his hand rested flat on your tummy where your shirt had rode up. “you really didn’t have to do this. i love them.” you brought his coffee cup to your lips, your lipstick staining the rim as you placed the card back in the envelope. “i was thinking.. since tomorrow is the weekend and the office will be closed, why don’t we do something? i’d love to see you prance around in a bikini on my yacht.” he rested his chin in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

“i bet you would,” you laughed, “that sounds fun. what time should i be ready?” you adjusted yourself, so your legs were hanging off his thighs. “mmm, how about two o’clock? we’ll stay to watch the sunset.” rafe stroked the side of your face, your eyes falling to his lips as you nodded. “i’d like that.” your voice dropped down to a whisper as he leaned in closely, his breath fanning the tip of your nose. “i want to kiss you so bad right now.” his jaw clenched as you ran a hand across his chest. “so kiss me, rafe.” you wrapped an arm around his neck to steady yourself.

just as his lips ghosted over yours, there was another knock at the door. both of you sighed, your foreheads resting against each other’s before you got up, taking the vase of flowers to your desk. “come in!” rafe wore an annoyed expression as mr. cameron walked in. “great timing, dad.” rafe grumbled, making a small smile grace your features. “listen, i need you to stay later and go over some of the projects that have been sent in, and flag the ones you think are worth investing in. i’m leaving so me and rose can catch our flight on time, we’ll be back by monday.” rafe nodded absently.

mr. cameron smiled. “good afternoon, y/n. flawless work these last couple of weeks, i almost forgot how easy things can be when properly organized. you have a great rest of your day.” you returned the gesture, tilting your head slightly. “why, thank you. i hope you have an amazing flight.” mr. cameron walked out, leaving you and rafe alone once again. “just what i wanted to do tonight. work overtime.” you watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “i could stay with you, help you out.” he shook his head. “i couldn’t ask you to do that. don’t worry it really shouldn’t take me that long.” you waved him off.

“don’t be ridiculous, i’ll be more than happy to review the submissions with you.” he wasn’t going to tell you no, so he let you have your way. after a few hours passed by, you made your way to the front desk where margaret was getting ready to leave. “you have a good weekend, y/n. see you monday!” you laughed at how quickly she got on the elevator to go home. you walked over to the copier room and grabbed the papers fresh out the printer. “well, office is officially empty. margaret just left.” rafe yawned, loosening the tie around his neck. “damn, it’s eight o’clock already?” you placed the papers on his desk, humming softly.

you let your hair down from it’s updo, the waves falling past your shoulders. “what?” rafe was looking up at you with half-lidded eyes. he pulled you down, making you straddle him. “thank you for doing this with me. because of you, we don’t have to stay late after all.” his hands ran up and down your back, untucking your blouse from your pants. you shivered when you felt his fingers against your bare skin. “you welcome.” you tried your hardest to suppress the moan that sat at the back of your mouth.

“do you remember where we were before we were rudely interrupted earlier?” rafe started unbottoning your shirt, revealing your black lacey bra underneath. “fuck.” he closed his eyes, clenching his fists as if he was holding himself back from ravishing you right then and there. you smiled, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “there’s no one here to interrupt us now.” he grabbed the back of your neck, finally taking your lips in a heated kiss.

he groaned, making you grind your hips against his. this kiss was like something you’ve never felt before. there was tension, hunger, the desire building up over these last couple of weeks now rising to the surface in this very moment. the sounds your lips were making was enough to make you pull away, your cheeks reddening. “you gonna get shy on me now?” he tilted your chin up so you could meet his stare. “no.. i’ve just wanted to do that ever since i saw you in the meeting room.” rafe smiled, standing you up.

“you wanna know what i’ve wanted to do since i saw you in the meeting room?” his fingers worked to unbutton your pants, sliding them down your legs before pushing you back on his desk. you sucked in a breath as he ran a hand up your thigh, his finger slipping underneath the waistband of your underwear before letting the elastic snap against your skin. you gasped softly, your head falling back as rafe trailed kisses from your navel to your neck, slotting himself between your thighs where he leaned his weight on you.

you shuddered, his hands cupping your tits through your bra as he laid you down. “i thought about bending you over, fucking you to tears while you struggle to keep quiet.” his words elicited a moan from you, your hips lifting so he could slip your underwears off. “as much as i want to do that right now, i want to taste you more.” your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed wet kisses to your inner thighs, his arms locking you in so you couldn’t close them.

you thought you knew what pleasure felt like, but once you felt rafe’s tongue plunge into you, your mind went blank as he went to work on your clit, your back arching off the hardwood. he switched from slow languid strokes to fast flicks that made you see stars. “feels so good, rafe,” your hands shot down to hold onto his, your nails digging into his wrists. “yeah? like it when i tongue fuck you like this?” your body jerked when you felt him at your entrance, your toes curling in your heels.

rafe was loving this. you tasted so much better than he imagined, his cock straining against the fabric of his slacks. just making you moan and whine was enough to make him feel like he could cum in his pants. “please,” you whimpered, “please fuck me.” rafe pulled away, snaking up your body to align with your lust filled gaze. “i want to fuck you, baby, i do. but i want the first time i fill you up with my cock to be more heartfelt. i promise tomorrow that’s all we’ll do.” your heart swelled at his want to make you feel special.

“okay,” you whispered, tasting yourself on his lips. before you had a chance to think, he shoved two fingers inside you, thrusting them while his thumb rubbed hard circles on your clit. he was unforgiving, the wetness of your cunt echoing in the confines of his office. “oh, fuck,” your eyebrows knitted together as your mouth fell open, his eyes burning into your face. “do you hear how fucking soaked you are?” your chest was heaving at this point, your eyes rolling back as your thighs threatened to close around his hand.

the force alone was making you squirm, your orgasm so close you could taste it. with his thumb rubbing your clit faster, and his fingers curling inside of you, hitting that spot that made you scream, you came with a cry of his name. “oh, that’s it baby, that’s it.” he cooed, your breath stuttering while you shook in pleasure. you felt like fireworks were going off in your tummy, your eyes screwed so hard shut that you could see colors behind them.

“can’t- can’t anymore,” you whined, overstimulation taking over. he didn’t stop, determined to pull one more orgasm out of you. rafe kissed you again, swallowing all of your whimpers and moans as he managed to push you towards the edge one last time tonight. “fuck!” your mewled, your eyes shooting open when you felt a gush between your legs. “o-oh! i’m sorry.” you looked at rafe’s shirt that was now wet with your slick. “sorry for what, beautiful? i was hoping i could make you do that.” he pecked your forehead, easing you through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

“you’re so perfect, you know that?” you blinked, your eyes shining up at him. “i don’t think i’ll ever be ready for this.” rafe groaned as you palmed him through his pants. “i don’t think i’ll be ready either.” he laughed, buttoning your shirt as you sat up. your legs were like jelly as you pulled on your underwear, rafe dressing you while you sighed blissfully. once you were both put together, rafe carried your purse and your vase of flowers for you as you two rode down the elevator to the empty lobby. he put your stuff in your car, making sure to shower you in kisses before letting you go in the driver’s seat.

“see you tomorrow?” he was leaning against your window as you nodded. “i look forward to it. goodnight, rafe.” he smiled. “goodnight, gorgeous.”

blurb about reader & rafe getting high together (they're just friends and we're touchy before but nothing really happened before) and him eating her out after....... but rafe has his (my fav) greasy bangs so she keeps pulling his hair out of pleasure and he starts getting hornier....... and can't wait any longer and slips in while she doesn't notice...... oh my god

warnings: friends w benefits, use of marijuana, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex

“you look so pretty with your eyes all red and glossy like that.” rafe passed you the last of his joint, watching your sparkly lips wrap around the small bud. you exhaled, giving rafe a delicious whiff of your sweet perfume with a tiny hint of weed. “you just want to get in my panties,” you laughed when he climbed on top of you, attacking your neck with his lips. “i do, i really do.” there was a yearning in his voice that made you want to give him everything he asked for.

“we’ve been friends with benefits for like a month now, and with us being really busy most of the time, we haven’t really been able to do anything..” you nodded, grinding against his thigh that sat between your legs. “do something to me right now then.” his hand wrapped around your throat, the tips of his bangs tickling your nose. “ask me nicely.” you smiled, your eyes meeting his. “please. ‘want you to make me feel good.”

it wasn’t long before he had your thighs locked to his shoulders, torturing your clit with his tongue. you pulled at rafe’s hair, the pain shooting straight to his cock. “fuck, you taste so fucking good,” you looked down, the sight of rafe rutting his hips into his mattress as a poor attempt to get friction pushed you over the edge, your orgasm making you thrash against him. unable to close your thighs or pull away from him, you laid helpless as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

once he decided you had enough, he hovered over you, splaying a hand on your lower stomach before slamming into you without any warning. you screamed, your nails digging into his skin while he cradled you against his chest, whispering filthy things into your ear. “m’never gonna stop fucking you.” he kissed you, teeth and all, his fingers working on your clit to ensure he didn’t drop you back off at home until he made you cum around his cock at least three times.

hii again ik i just sent one but what about rafey manhandling you out of a party when you get into an argument w some girl who was like trying to get all over him (he was clearly not into it and was telling her he had a girl) and then him eating her pussy in bed that night saying that shes the only one he wants cause he loves her and her pretty pussy so much -👛

warnings: arguing, oral (f receiving)

you were sitting next to rafe when the broad stumbled over to him, so high out of her mind that she didn’t notice your head resting on his shoulder. “hey rafeee!” your eyes shot to the source of the voice, your boyfriend immediately glancing over at you. “you got a line for me?” she smiled, tripping over her heels before falling right into his lap. “yo, come on!” he pushed her, “watch the fuck out, i got all this shit out right here.” you glared at her, annoyed with the way she was looking at your boyfriend.

“i don’t have any money on me, but i could pay you with something else..” rafe’s lip curled in disgust, physically cringing at her while you fought the urge to drag her out of the house by her hair. “go be a mess somewhere else, i got a girl.” rafe pulled you closer to his side, her eyes finally landing you. “all lines are fifty dollars, babe. sorry, no free plays around here!” you flashed her a smile, running your hand across rafe’s chest, “this is your girl? my god, i’d think you have higher standards, ray.. guess not.” you took a moment to examine her.

“then what does that make you?” you stood up. “the whole world could see where your hair extensions start, your lashes are hanging on by a thread, you desperately need a nail fill, and you could barely walk in those things called heels.. you’re as low as they come.” rafe was already packing his stuff, knowing how this would end if you two didn’t leave right now. surrounding partygoers were now looking at you two, your boyfriend tugging on one of the belt loops of your skirt. “my daddy is chief police, i’d watch out if i were you. i could shut your whole operation down.” at that, rafe cursed under his breath, dragging you away before anything could escalate.

“do it then! and make sure you tell him how you’re an easy coke whore while you’re at it!” rafe picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder while you tried to squirm out of his grip. “put me down!” it wasn’t until he made it to the truck that he placed you in the passenger seat, your hands shoving him away when he tried to talk to you. he groaned, making his way to the driver’s side. “you should’ve defended me.” rafe looked over at you with wide eyes. “i should’ve defended you? against what? the idiot that couldn’t tell left from right?” he laughed.

“it’s not funny.” you crossed your arms over your chest, scooting as close to the door as you could. “are you seriously mad at me right now?” you swatted his hand away when he reached over, making him shake his head. “just wait till we get home.” you rolled your eyes, ignoring him for the rest of the ride. you were quick to get off the truck once he pulled in, slamming the door shut as you ran inside. rafe scoffed, “well that was a little dramatic.” he went up upstairs, groaning in frustration when the door knob to his bedroom didn’t budge. “you can’t lock me out of my own space!” you were naked, about to step into the shower before you shouted, “i just did!”

you took your time under the hot water, washing off all of the irritation and anger from tonight. you knew rafe did everything he could to establish himself as unavailable and uninterested to that girl, he even pushed her for crying out loud. the guilt for being mad at him was starting to seep through, making you open the bedroom door after you got out of the shower. once you changed into a pair of his boxers and a baby tee, you climbed underneath the sheets, waiting to hear his footsteps walk in. eventually he did, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry,” you apologized, “i just get so mad when someone thinks they can just flirt their way into getting your attention.” he turned, rubbing your leg through the comforter. “no one, except you, has my attention, y/n. nothing else matters to me.” he uncovered you, fingers toying with the waistband of your, well his, bottoms. you sighed, pulling him to your chest where you cradled his head. “i promise i won’t be mad at you when it comes to other girls. i trust you.” he kissed you before pulling away, sliding his boxers down your legs.

you let him have his way with you, a gasp leaving your lips when he pulled your thighs on top of his shoulders. “you never have to worry about anyone else, no one even compares.” rafe left wet kisses on your folds, your back arching off the bed when his tongue met your clit. “i’ve never met someone so beautiful, ‘never seen a pussy this pretty.” he spread you apart with his thumbs, marveling at the sight of you. “you’re the only girl i need, ‘the only one for me.” you knew rafe had a mean head game, but one hour later and he was still making you cum until tears rolled down your cheeks. “please! it’s too much, rafe,” you sobbed, your body on fire as your legs trembled.

he finally pulled away, his lips shining with your slick. “i love you.” he rubbed circles into your skin. rafe waited until you were able to meet his eyes, your chest falling and rising with each breath. “i love you, too.” you blinked slowly.

Sleepover ~ Rafe Cameron

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader

Warning: sexual references, age gap, loss of virginity, oral(fem receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex. ends with fluff

Sypnosis: Sarah brings her friend over to spend the night while ward and rose are gone.

Word count: forgot.

A/N: this is my first time doing something like this so I don’t really know what to feel about it and it’s probably really bad, but I hope you enjoy! Also I do not condone or suggest a age gap like one in the story, it’s just simply for the plot<3 also not proofread.

As per usual it was a boiling hot day in the obx so when Sarah offered to just hang at her place for while I didn’t say no. Mostly to take advantage the air conditioned space that was her large room. In this hot sun the memory of her intimidating brother I would usually want to avoid slipped my mind completely..

The fresh breeze of cool air hitting my face in heat like this was nothing short of heavenly when we walked in. “Do you want something to drink Y/N?” Sarah asks.

“Yea sure” I say while my eyes wandered to a picture of her older brother on the wall, a little backstory on you two.

You were fourteen when you first met Sarah which made her older brother seventeen, You didn’t exactly hate him but he was never really that nice to you mainly for the fact that you were a pogue.

Now you were sixteen and he was nineteen.

Snapping out of your thoughts and slowly walking in the kitchen. She opens her fridge revealing soft drinks and other groceries. “What do you want.. we have water, soda and lemonade?

“Uhh lemonade?”I say feeling a sudden presence emerge from behind me.

“Who’s here?”

I feel my stomach drop and feeling suddenly anxious at the sound of his voice.

“Just me and my friend douchebag” Sarah says pouring my drink.

He emerges from the steep hallway and take a look at my face.

His expression was a bit complex like he didn’t want to show it but he was pleasantly surprised to see me. It was quickly covered by his bold demeanor.

“What did dad tell you about bringing your pogue friends home?”

“it’s not a big deal and he’s not even here so calm down rafe.”

I stand still awkwardly before Sarah walks over to me.

She hands me the drink, “let’s go to my room I have something I need to tell you.”

I take a sip of the sweet lemonade and follow her up the stairs, sneakily taking a glance at his devilish smirk before heading up.

Once we make it to her room sit down and get comfortable on her bed.. before she starts talking about what the tea she’s been dying to tell me all day.

She tells me about how only a few days ago was when she lost her v-card to topper. My eyes widen a bit at the bluntness of the words. “I thought you said you wanted to wait.” I question

“Yea but I mean I got really curious…and horny.

We erupt in laughter.

“What about you Y/N?”

The question I was hoping wouldn’t come up came up.

“Uhh no I-I never done it before?” You say eyes shyly meeting the floor.

Sarah’s expression drops into a more serious look.

“Really?”

“Not trying to be mean but you don’t seem that innocent.”

“Yea well I kinda am” I chuckle at the thought and just laugh it off.

“I never knew that”

Unbeknownst to you and Sarah.. rafe was outside the door eavesdropping your entire conversation.

It was now 7:00 and you had managed to watch a few episodes of some random tv show Sarah was trying to get you on.. wasn’t really that entertaining though. You both started getting hungry and the snacks we had that were left didn’t seem too appetizing anymore.

“We should order pizza and watch a scary movie” Sarah says.

“Yea that sounds good.”

Sarah switches the tv to horror options. Then puts her phone to her ear getting ready to make the order, when there’s a knock on Sarah’s door.

“What?” She yells annoyed.

The door opens and reveals rafe although your too busy polishing your nails to notice.

“Are you guys hungry?” You can see him jerk his head in my peripheral now glaring at you.

She points to the phone, “yea we’re ordering pizza.”

“Oh okay pepperoni right?”

“Yea now get out.” She says throwing a pillow at the door. I can hear his footsteps head downstairs indicating that the coast was clear.

Once she’s done ordering the pizza she grabs the remote and begins to scroll down the horror section on Netflix. She suddenly stops what she’s doing and turns to you.

“So I hate to be the one to point it out but no one else will so.. have you been noticing how weird my brother acts when your here?”

You reply with “what do you mean?”

“Cmon Y/N don’t act oblivious now”

“You seen the way he looks at you right?”

“Not really no”

“Let me tell you something what he just did right now he never comes in here when it’s just me to see if I’m hungry that’s how I know something’s up he always tries to find excuses to come in my room when your here.”

“He definitely has a little crush on you.” She nonchalantly says throwing a chip in her mouth, conversation quickly shifting in her favorite scary movie she wanted me to see and clicking on it.

My eyes falter a bit taking in all the information she had just told me. A bit stunned at the thought of rafe having those type of feelings for me. Also thinking back at the other occurrences of you coming to the Cameron house, mentally searching for any type of odd behavior from him.

I shake my head though denying the tension.

Meanwhile rafe was going crazy at the thought of you being a virgin, it was true rafe had a little thing for Y/N ever since Sarah started bringing her around sophomore year. He didn’t want to like her. why would he? She a pogue.

He also was afraid of any type of rejection, but he couldn’t resist anymore he wanted you so bad..and he had a plan that he hoped would work tonight.

7:34

The fancy doorbell echoed through the house and Sarah paused the movie that was to your surprise actually entertaining.

You follow her downstairs and see her pull out a $20 dollar bill from her wallet and pull open the door to get the pizza, while you went to the kitchen and grabbed a few paper plates from her pantry.

You heard rafe’s door open and close upstairs indicating he’s coming down, then suddenly feeling a nervous rush course through you.

Once he comes downstairs, Sarah had gotten the pizza placing it on the table and opening it.

“ I’m so hungry.” She exaggerates.

Rafe comes around her and makes sudden eye contact with you which caught you off guard. Then he goes behind you and grabs a plate as well.

His presence was oddly intimidating and a bit awkward if you have to admit, but that could just be your lack of social skills talking.

He was certainly attractive but you felt like apart of you was wrong for thinking that because he’s Sarah’s brother.

You snap out of your brief daze to Sarah asking if you wanted soda, to which you stuttered yes.

While she turned around to get the soda which was behind a few things, rafe took this opportunity to sneak something inside of the pocket of your jean shorts. He followed that with a soft booty slap.. making sure it wasn’t loud to which Sarah would notice.

A breath of air escaped your lips as he did so, leaving you which your mouth agape in shock as you looked back to him, he tilted his head and lowered his eyes to you.

Which your sure would make any kook girl fold.

You turned your head back to Sarah who was still had her back faced us pouring orange soda in a red solo cup before turning and handing it to you.

“Thanks” you say awkwardly taking a sip while rafe picked up a slice and dropped it on his plate.

Pretending that nothing had just happened was probably the most hardest thing you could’ve done feeling like your nerves were so erratic that they were gonna make you explode.

Not even the ac was masking the heat that radiated off your body in nervousness.

She filled her cup and then picked up her plate, “cmon let’s finish our movie.” She says leading me upstairs.

“Okay.” you say in a soft tone, picking up your plate and taking a brief glance at rafe in the kitchen to see he returned the gaze and wasn’t taking his eyes off of you.

Your eyes retreated to where they were before, and you went on about your business closing Sarah’s door behind you.

You reached into your pocket and pull out a note that you opened fully and noticed the writing in black sharpie that spelled out..

“meet me in my room at 10:00”

Halfway into eating our pizza’s and enjoying the movie we were watching, Sarah turned to me and asked if you’d mind topper coming over for a bit.

You obviously weren’t all for him coming over since it was supposed to be a girl’s sleepover but it seemed like you had no choice now. After all this was Sarah’s house, so you really had no say.

She had called him and turns out he’s coming over in a while.

you finish your pizza, earlier’s encounter still fresh in you mind. Suddenly Sarah got bored of the horror movie because she got off the bed and opened her closet door.

“So Y/N topper had got me this bottle for my birthday.”

As she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from the darkness of her closet.

You look up from your phone eyes pleading with her but the look she gave told you that she was gonna drink and you were gonna drink with her. You weren’t going to tell her no either, you had to take your mind off rafe someway.

Before you know it a good two and a half hours past by and you had about four shots. Currently working on your fifth while topper was swapping saliva with Sarah on her bed, you figured going to the bathroom just to give them some alone time because you weren’t trying to see it, but partially being from the alcohol that entered your system slowly making its way to your bladder.

You get up from Sarah’s large pink bean bag instantly feeling lightheaded standing up so quickly, you drunkenly stumble towards her door and glance in Sarah’s direction now she was layed down on her bed, topper on top of her still kissing. “I’m going to the bathroom.”you say knowing she didn’t really give a fuck in the moment. But being drunk made you silly.

You open the door and drunkenly stumble your way down the hall, once you make in her bathroom you obviously go pee and then wash your face, suddenly remembering the interaction you had with a certain someone earlier, and the note.

You feel a heat in your chest as you dry your face with a clean towel.

You pull your phone from your pocket and read the numbers that read 10:08, it was time. you feel a rush of anxiety course through your body.

You muster up all the courage and open the door making your way down the hall towards rafe’s room.

You are so nervous to even think about what’s gonna happen once you walk inside, you hesitate to turn his door knob feeling overwhelming anxious, but once you do you are welcomed to a dim room lit by a lamp in the corner, and rafe standing in the middle of it.

He’s wearing a grey tank top and tan shorts secured by a black belt. He looks quite delicious if you’ll admit.

His hair looks a bit wet so you assume he got out of the shower a bit ago.

He looks over to you when he hears the door creak open, a pleasant grin slowly creeps on his face.

He softly sighs, “I didn’t think you’d come Sarah seems to be on your ass”

“Topper’s here so” your voice fades.

You didn’t really know what to say to be honest. This whole interaction was just awkward. You still don’t even know why exactly he wanted you to come to his room. You being drunk really didn’t help. Suddenly remembering why you are still standing here.. your voice fills the room again.

“So what did you need?”

He gets a bit shy and nervous you can tell from him fumbling with his fingers, still trying to practice in his head what he was going to say.

He leans on the bed, “nothing I just wanted to talk to you.”

“Okay about what” you say slowly lowering yourself on his mattress.

“I-I heard what you said earlier” he says awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

“What did I say?” You reply back curiously furrowing your brows.

Y-You know about you being a virgin.

Your eyes wide a bit at the statement.

You let out a irritated sigh and let the silence invade the room for a few seconds, meanwhile he doesn’t even know what reaction to expect from you.

Your lips smack and your eyes squint, “you were listening” you say slowly.

You slowly sober up due to the conversation and the embarrassment you now felt.

“ yea I mean I didn’t really mean to but-

“Okay so then why am I in here rafe, I mean you really did all this to just make fun of me.. are you serious” you say scurrying up from his bed.

You are not understanding why exactly he’s telling you this, you’re just annoyed at the thought of him going out of his way to just push your buttons.

“I-I’m not trying to make fun of you Y/N”

He gets up and grabs your hand keeping you in place as he explains.

“Okay, so what did you need to talk to me about?” You say taking a deep breath to calm you down.

“Look I was just trying to get your attention, I was thinking maybe If you wanted, I could show you a thing or two..”

“You mean like sex?”

“Yea I mean you don’t have to but yea.”

“Are you joking?” You say eyes meeting the floor.

He chuckles, “no not today”

You repeat his words back to him “not today?”

“Look I know it’s kind of embarrassing for girls to lose their virginity late but you don’t have to worry I’ll show you so you at least know what to expect.” He says trying to persuade you.

But if you were being honest you secretly wanted to simply because he was right and you really didn’t want to be a virgin forever.

Being drunk made you very gullible and any thought of Sarah who was probably getting laid in the next room, didn’t seem to cross your mind at the moment.

After a few seconds of you just looking at one another, you break the silence.

“Um yea okay” you nervously stutter.

“Alright then” he stands up taking you in with his eyes.

“Is Sarah asleep?”

“No she’s with topper.”

“okay then” he says probably knowing that she’s distracted.

His hands move to your waist and in one swift motion he sits on the bed pulling you on top of him so now your straddling him.

One of his hands move up to the side of your neck and the gap is filled between you when he smashes his lips against yours.

You melted into the steamy kiss feeling his soft wet lips brush between yours, it was quick but it felt passionate.

He tastes the liquor that stained your tongue, he goes a bit feral at the taste and kisses you harder, his big hands scrunch the fabric of your blouse.

You feel his bulge below your clothed core twitching underneath you. Which makes you instantly wet. You feel his tongue past your lips exploring the entirety of your mouth.

He breaks the kiss to take off your shirt, panting in anticipation.

kissing you again, you briefly jump off of him to take off your shorts. He doesn’t waste anytime to take off his shirt while your at it.

Once his shirt is discarded somewhere in the room he’s revealed to your figure in just panties and a bra.

His bulge grew tighter in his pants, but he knew he had to be patient with you, to only go at your pace.

You jump back on him kissing him then trailing soft kisses below his jaw.

His breaths go weaker, “Y/N” he whispered.

You move your head back to look at him, he pulls you to the bed beside him by your waist onto the bed slowly coming on top of you.

He continues to kiss you, slowly moving them down the on your neck and eventually to your stomach.

He moves his head up to you, “can I?”

“Yea” you whisper.

He pulls your panties off throwing them on the side of the bed, he takes in the sight of your exposed cunt, and his mouth waters.

He grabs the side of your hips and tugs them to lower his head between your legs, his wet tongue meets your wet slick and you jolt a bit.

His eyes meet yours for a moment before he starts sucking, your legs tense as he feels how wet you are tasting your precum.

His tongue circles your wet folds and you start to softly moan.

Your juices slosh in his mouth and he knows he should speed it up a bit, he slowly brings his middle finger inside of you.

“Fuck your so wet” he murmurs.

You gasp at the feeling as he starts to pump his finger back and forth, you groan in pleasure as he continues to suck your clit driving you crazy.

After a good minute of him doing that and your raspy moans filling the room, the tightness in his shorts starts feeling painful.

He stops what he’s doing which you let out a frustrated sigh, you hear him fumbling with his belt and you look down, seeing he managed to quickly take it off, and his pulls his shorts down, boxers following. You take in the sight of his aroused dick which is bigger than you expected.

He spits in his hand slowly rubbing down his shaft keeping eye contact with you.

He lowers himself on top of you and lines his dick with your entrance, you feel his wet tip rub on your soaked clit.

“Tell me when you want me to stop.”

You nod and he pushes in slowly, you let out a sigh. You place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself.

He puts his hands on your thighs and lifts up your legs to place them around his hips for a better angle, his hands go on each side of your head while he starts rocking his hips into yours.

It was painful, the stretch felt like it was burning.

You wince at the pain and you feel his tongue brush past your lips, he swallows all your moans.

His dick felt so hard you felt like you were being split into two, but he stayed at a steady pace.

But as you adjusted to his size the pain slowly turns into pleasure as he buried his face into the crook of your neck.

You feel his hot breath on your neck making you shudder, “Fuck Y/N your so tight” he whines.

“Mmhh” you moan.

He sucks on your neck leaving a small hickey behind.

Your moans become a bit louder as his thrusts become sloppier.

The only sounds that could be heard was the slapping of your skin, the shaky breaths and the occasional creak of the bed, that filled the silent room.

He traps your head between his strong arms and your rest your hand on his bicep and the other comes around to his back.

His hips roll into yours continuously hitting your g-spot. You breath shudders as you feel your release approaching.

“Fuck I -I’m gonna cum” you gasp.

You lock your ankles around each other and start to pull him deeper into you.

He lets out a deep groan as his thrusts becomes a bit sloppier and his hips softly slam into yours.

You feel the euphoria of your orgasm come over you and pick your head up to lean in it against his neck breath shuddering in his ear.

It was quite a intimate moment.

You both look at each other for a minute both recovering from your orgasms.

You instantly feel like maybe you should head out now, knowing that rafe was probably not used to having girls hang around after sex.

“I should go”

You scurry from underneath him and grab your underwear quickly putting them on.

After all it had been a good 15 minutes since you told Sarah you had to go to the bathroom.

“What-what about topper” he says.

You had totally forgotten about Sarah having her boyfriend over.

“I’ll go check if he’s still here?” You put your shirt on.

“Fine” he says.

You quickly grab your shorts and put them on.

You crept down the dark hallway into Sarah’s room barely taking a peak at the bed to see topper and Sarah under the sheets together asleep..

You swiftly grab you overnight bag and your charger and return to rafe’s room.

You walked in and he had his boxers on now putting on his shirt. You took a look at scrunched up sheets on his bed, the aftermath of your sex.

“She asleep?” He asks.

“Yea you mind if I crash in here tonight?”

“Yea go ahead”

You set down your things on the floor, feeling the aftermath of sex take its toll on your body.

Your tired and sore, you go into your bag to find your toothbrush and some sweatpants, and you go to his bathroom to change while he fixed the bed.

You brushed your teeth and then jumped into your sweatpants quickly splashing your face with water.

You leave the bathroom and see rafe at his dresser and you make your way to the now tidy bed.

Slowly sitting down, “so was it okay?”

He chuckles and looks at you “it was more than okay you were perfect.”

You grin a bit at the statement, he throws a shirt on the bed beside you, “Here wear this.”

You quickly replace your shirt.

He lays down, you sit down on the bed next to him and search though your messages, and answered your moms text that your forgot to send earlier.

He leans over to you and starts kissing your back and shoulder.

“Come to bed”

You put your phone down and climb into bed next to him, instantly feeling the his warmth under the sheets, you hook your leg on his waist, quickly fall into a sleepy daze.

the rest of the night he cuddled you tightly and peppered kisses down your cheek to the valley of your neck.

window

rafe cameron x reader

summary: ward and rafe get into a heated argument and rafe ends up at your house.

warnings: mentions of ward being a shitty day, kissing and just fluff lol

y/n sat in her room reading Invisible Man, music playing in the background. She was supposed to go over to Sarah's but she canceled last minute saying she's going out of town for a little bit, whatever that means.

y/n was deep in the book when she heard a tap coming from her balcony. Confused, she got up and unlocked the balcony door. She looked down and saw her boyfriend of 5 months, Rafe standing in her backyard with a hand full of pebbles.

"Hey can I come up?" He whispered yelled. "Yeah of course." She whispered back.

Shortly he made his way up. She motioned for him to sit on the bed. He obeyed. She locked the balcony door along with her bedroom door.

"I'm sorry I didn't have any where else to go." He sighed. "Don't be sorry. Is everything okay?" She asked noticing his puffy red eyes.

He didn't respond. "Rafe what happened?" She placed her hand on his thigh. "I got in a fight with Ward." He held back a sob. "Oh Rafe." She hugged him and he hugged her like his life depended on it.

"If you don't mind me asking what happened?" She rubbed his back. "We um we're talking about Cameron Development and things escalated so quickly." He cried. "I'm really sorry Rafe. You don't deserve that." She cooed.

"Do you mind if I stay here?" He asked. "Of course. Lemme get you some of y/b/ns clothes." She got up. He mumbled an "okay" as she exited the room.

She quickly got some shorts and a shirt out of her brothers room. Luckily he was at Toppers otherwise he would've flipped that she was burrowing clothes from him.

She returned to her room to see Rafe sitting in the exact same place. "Here my love." She handed him the clothes. "You can change in my bathroom if you want." She motioned for the bathroom. He nodded in response.

While he was in the bathroom changing she got blankets out so she could sleep on the floor, "What are you doing?" Rafe asked.

"Well I thought you would like to sleep in my bed." She shrugged. "We can both fit in the bed, yeah?" He asked. "Okay." She smiled.

She lifts the comforter and Rafe follows suit on the other side. She lays under the covers getting comfortable before moving to face the opposite direction of him. She feel the bed cave in beside her. She can feel that he's facing her because of the way his soft breath hits the back of her neck. She melt into the mattress completely.

"I love you." He murmurs laying his arm across her waist. "I love you." She whispered. "Thank you for letting me stay here." He rubbed circles on her hips.

"Of course. It's the least I can do." She brought his knuckles to her lips, giving them a peck. "G'night" He whispered. " Night Rafe." She whispered soon drifting into a deep slumber.

party at tops

rafe cameron x reader

an instagram post

tagged: cameronrafe, sarahcam

yourinstagram: party at tops

kookgirl: always the best

kelceanderson: Same time next weekend?

↳ yourinstagram: please

kookgirl: pretty as always

cameronrafe: 😍😍

sarahcam: sista 💗

jj_maybank: Pogues do it better

↳ topthorton: Stfu bro

↳ johnnyroutledge: He’s not wrong

kookboy: Not pictured: Kelce trying to hit on every single girl there

↳ kelceanderson: Just tryna get it in when I can 🤷🏾‍♂️

kookgirl: sexy as ever yn

topthorton: thanks for cleaning up guys

↳ yourinstagram: sorry top😕

brother: next time please don’t makeout with rafe in front of me

↳ yourinstagram: then don’t look ❤️

kiecarrera: come hang with us soon!!

↳ yourinstagram: text me i miss you guys!!

Needy

Warning: Smut, Oral (male receiving), p in v unprotected sex, cursing

Do not steal my work please!!!!!

Summary- Reader and Rafe are in an established relationship. Reader goes on vacation for two weeks and comes back extra needy

I do not own these characters.

Rafe Cameron x Reader

A/N- this is my first time writing anything hope you enjoy feedback is welcomed.

2 weeks

14 days

336 hours

That's how long it had been since you and Rafe fucked. It's not like you hadn’t wanted to you were forced to go on that stupid family vacation just like every other year. This year was different though this year was the only year where you had found yourself needing something that you couldn’t have.

The first few days weren’t that bad but by the 4th day, there wasn’t a time when you weren’t thinking about Rafe. Rafe's hands on your body, his fingers curling inside you. Holy shit don’t even get me started on his cock. You knew it was cliche to say but Rafes dick really was magical.

So the moment you got back to OBX, the moment you got into his truck you found your patience running thin. It had been two weeks and now that your back in his presence there's no reason to hold back.

You started off slow grinding your ass against the seat and then you found yourself needing more. You slowly slid your hand underneath your lacey panties finding your clit rather quickly all while trying to keep quiet so Rafe wouldn’t suspect anything.

It was too much. The pleasure was too intense.

“Ohhh fuck Rafe.” the words left your mouth before you could even think about what you just started. Rafe turned to look at you mainly aroused by your actions but part of him was angry that you hadn’t waited.

“Y/N what the fuck are you doing”.

“Nothing” you say quickly sliding your hand out of your pants.

“Jesus Christ we've been in the car for 5 minutes babe you couldn’t wait?”

You stayed silent.

“Also what did I say about touching yourself?”. You didn’t say anything continuing to look out the window. “Hmm?” at this point he’s already pulling the car over.

“Not to unless I have your permission.” you say quietly but still loud enough for him to hear you.

“Right, and did you have my permission just now princess?”

“No” you whisper.

“And what happens to girls who don’t listen?”

“They get punished.”

“Right so get over here and beg me to let you cum.”

You get up from your seat and Rafe helps you straddle him.

“Please Rafe I need to cum.”

“I don’t know bad girls don’t usually get rewarded.”

At this point, you’d do anything for a release so without thinking you get on your knees and unbuckle his pants. You spit on your hand before stroking his shaft slightly. You fit as much as you can down your throat and the rest you stroke with your lightly giving his balls a squeeze at the same time.

“Fuck y/n.” he begins thrusting into your mouth at an ungodly pace causing you to gag and your eyes to water. His thrusts are getting sloppier signaling that he’s close. “Holy shit baby I’m bout to- cum.” White hot liquid spewing into your throat you swallow it all and wipe your mouth off before standing up and straddling him again.

“You know y/n, after that performance, I think you deserve it.” barely letting the words come out of his mouth you sit up a little and slide yourself back down on his cock. You began riding him his hips meeting your thrusts every time. It doesn’t take long for that familiar knot to build in your stomach.

“Fuck Rafe I’m so close”. His thrusts become rougher his hand coming down to find your clit.

“Shit, Rafe I’m -” He fucks you through your orgasm until his thrusts become sloppier. The pleasure becoming too much his seed releasing deep inside of you. You sat there for a little still coming down from both your highs.

“I love you y/n but can you promise me something.”

“Anything for you baby.”

“Never leave me again for 24 hours let alone 2 weeks.”

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.