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need him to manhandle me asap . . . ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა !
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Anonymous asked:
sloppy blowjob with rafe.
❛ FINALLY GIVING RAFE THE MESSY BLOWJOB HE WAS BEGGING FOR ❜
bitchy¡girlfriend reader . . . rafe cameron
“Fuck, look at you,” you say, voice low and dirty as you wrap both hands around him—one at the base, the other slicking over the head, spreading that sticky precum.
He’s hot, pulsing under your fingers, and you pump him once, slow and sloppy, letting the wet sound of it fill the room. “You’re such a mess already, Rafe.”
“Shit—please,” he begs, hips jerking into your grip. “Don’t fuck with me, just—put your mouth on me, I’m dying here, please.”
You don’t wait anymore. Leaning in, you spit hard on the tip, a thick glob that lands wet and heavy, mixing with his precum, and he groans loud, head snapping back. “Oh fuck, yes,” he gasps, but you’re already moving—lips parting wide as you take him in, sloppy and unrestrained.
You don’t ease into it; you suck him down fast, tongue swirling through the mess of spit and salt, coating him as you sink low. He’s big, stretching your mouth, and saliva floods out instantly, drooling past your lips, dripping down his shaft in thick, shiny ropes.
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Anonymous asked:
reader and rafe sneaking behind sarahs back.
❛ SNEAKING INTO BESTFRIEND¡BROTHER¡RAFE TO FUCK ❜
sneaky¡ reader . . . rafe cameron
You glance at the clock on her nightstand—1:17 a.m. Sarah’s breaths are slowing, her eyelids fluttering as sleep creeps in. Your heart thuds against your ribcage, a wild, reckless rhythm. You’ve been waiting for this moment all night, the one where she drifts off and you can slip away.
The guilt gnaws at you, sharp and insistent, but it’s drowned out by the heat pooling low in your belly, the anticipation that’s been building since Rafe shot you that look earlier—dark, hungry, a promise wrapped in a smirk—when you passed him in the hallway. He doesn’t care if Sarah finds out.
He’s made that clear, his hands always finding your skin too easily, his voice rough when he whispers that he’d take you right in front of her if you’d let him. But you care. She’s your best friend. So you’ve kept it quiet, kept it hidden. For now.
Sarah mumbles something incoherent, rolling onto her side, her blonde hair fanning across the pillow. You wait, holding your breath until her chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm.
She’s out. Carefully, you peel back the covers, your bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor. You’re in nothing but a thin tank top and a pair of cotton shorts, the fabric clinging to your skin in the sticky heat.
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─── FIX MY PIPES ♡
...or your handyman taking care of your needs.
♡ pairing .ᐟ bored housewife!reader x handyman!rafe
♡ summary .ᐟ rafe fixes your pipes.
♡ warnings / tags .ᐟ smut, MDNI! cheating, unprotected piv, slight degradation, spanking. wc: 1k
♡ author's notes .ᐟ my take on the hot handyman trope! if tumblr nerfs this too i’m officially deactivating...
inspired by @rafesheaven
just watching him as he's squatted down, looking at the pipes under your sink with a flashlight in his hand was enough to make your panties wet, the chain attached to his jeans clanging against the marble floor of your recently renovated kitchen. you could see the band of his boxers when his grey shirt rode up, his muscular, tattooed arms glistening with a slight sheen of sweat from how hot it was outside.
"alright ma'am," the man said in a slightly gruff voice as he stood up, running a ringed hand through his hair as you tried to keep your eyes off his muscular chest, the outline slightly visible through his shirt. rafe scratched his ear, showing off the small, circular earring on it, "this should be an easy fix. lemme get my tools."
"mmhm." you hummed sweetly, watching as he walked away, and fuck, even his ass looked good.
you groaned, leaning against the kitchen island as you looked down at your left finger, your lips twisting into a slight pout as you looked at the diamond glistening under the sunlight, along with the golden wedding band your husband had put on your finger the day you got married.
you were painfully aware that you shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts, especially not about someone who was a stranger to you, but your with how busy your husband had been lately with a big case he was working on, he had no time for you, usually coming home after you'd fallen asleep, leaving before you woke up. and when you were both awake, he was too tired.
your pussy ached. it'd been so long since the poor thing had been touched by someone other than yourself, and no matter how many times you'd bring yourself to completion with your own fingers, it never compared.
your hands trailed to the hem of your skirt, lifting it up and bringing your hand to your panty-clad clit, a wet patch already having formed, head thrown back and eyes closing as you imagined the handyman touching you. letting out a small gasp, the small bud was so sensitive already. you imagined what it'd be like to have him touch you as you drew small circles on it, to feel his head in between your legs, licking up your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth, a whine escaping your lips.
"y'know, if you need help with that, all you need to do is ask."
you were startled by the man's gruff voice, warmth creeping up the back of your neck to your cheeks as you looked at him with wide eyes. rafe's muscular arms were crossed in front of his chest as he leaned against the doorway, his head cocked to the side and his toolbox next to him on the floor. "i-i didn't... i didn't..."
"what's wrong?" he slowly walked towards you, a cocky smirk on his lips, "cat got your tongue?" he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed as his finger trailed down your jawline, that little contact causing shivers to run down your spine, your chest arching up to him, "or do you just not want my help? i'm just content with watching you."
it became more than clear to him that you weren't content with the man just watching as he had you bent over the kitchen island, pounding into your warm cunt from behind, one of his hands tugging your hair back as the other one roughly kneaded your breast, and you could feel the callouses on his hands.
"fuck, feel s'good around me..." rafe grunted, his teeth biting down on your shoulder slightly in a way that made you whine, the handy man letting out a small chuckle as he pulled back, freeing the hand that had been on your breast. "your husband know you're such a slut, hm?" rafe asked, delivering a slight smack on your ass that made you gasp when you didn't answer, "answer me."
"n-no..." you mumbled through small sobs, feeling tears brimming in your eyes, and you knew you should feel guilty for doing this, being fucked by a stranger in your own kitchen, your hips slamming against the kitchen counter your husband paid for with every thrust, but it felt too good; every ridge of the man's cock feeling so right, so good.
"bet he doesn't fuck you this good, does he?" rafe smacked the fat of your ass once again, your hips thrusting into the counter even harder, "bet he doesn't know how to please his wife like i do."
you couldn't speak, your head blurry with the sensations in your lower stomach, rafe laughing as you started clenching around him from the force of your orgasm.
and once he'd left you with your cunt dripping with his cum, you heard the clank of his belt as he put it back on while you were still bent over, trying to steady your breathing. you watched as he ran his hand through his mussed-up hair, a small grin on his face. "mind if i keep these?" rafe asked, holding up your panties.
"g-go ahead..." you mumbled, your face warm as you watch him stuff the used pair into his back pocket. from the other pocket, he dug something and placed it onto the counter; a business card.
"you know where to reach me if you need anythin' fixed, sweets. i'll give you a special price." rafe winked, and you watched as he walked out of the kitchen, grabbing his toolbox, his boots squeaking against the hardwood floor.
you stood up, and as you looked at the sink, you realized that the thing was still leaking. you pursed your lips, cocking your head to the side. well, at least you had an excuse to call him to come back.
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WHEN HANDS WANDER | RAFE CAMERON
cw: major perv! rafe, flirting, implied age gap (rafe is 4-5 years older), coercion, naive! reader, massages, raw sex, floor sex, missionary, breeding, MDNI
synopsis: naive athlete! reader feels stiff and tense and needs a massage before a big game. how will her friend's brother, Rafe, help her out?
a/n: a longer read. my apologies, i tend to ramble
Rafe would be listening outside the door of Sarah's room like this while you whine to her about your body. He wasn't trying to eavesdrop, per se, you were just really loud and didn't seem to care about who overheard your conversation. Plus, when you were talking, you sounded all soft and whiny, and he really liked that. How you sounded so fucking sexy when you were frustrated.
His body slows instinctually and he leans near Sarah's door, listening into your complaints. "I'm gonna die, Sarah," You were saying. He could picture what you looked like right now. Probably splayed on Sarah's bed in those tiny, low waisted shorts and little baby tees you always wore to be "comfortable".
"My back hurts like a bitch. I've been stretching constantly, I swear, but my body's just getting tighter and more stiff, and my performance is tanking hard."
Rafe hears Sarah mumble something back, but he mostly tunes her out, hyper focused on you. His mind's locked on the way your voice rises in pitch and gets a little breathier with each passing moment, and every time you shifted on the bed, you'd let out a little moan of pain.
Was it normal to get hard just from breathing and whines? Maybe Rafe just had a problem. "I just feel so stiff," You whine some more, dragging out each syllable so your voice comes out all slow and sensual. "I can't even bend over without something locking up. What if I go out into my game and look like an idiot? That'd be the end of me."
Rafe scoffs, pressing his ear more firmly against the door now, wanting to be sure he doesn't miss any of your little sounds. Fuck, you sounded hot when you were being overdramatic. He liked how petulant you always were, because it'd keep him on your toes. Little brat. It all just made him want to spank you for being such a brat, and then fuck the attitude right out of you.
Rafe struggles to hear you over the pounding of his own heartbeat in his ears, his focus solely on the delectable sounds of distress spilling from your lips. You shift again, and he has to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle the groan that surges up from his chest at the little moan of pain you let out, no doubt from some muscle twinge or another.
Surely Rafe's his big hands could get those kinks easily. He knew how to use his hands. He had experience.
Imagining you going still under him, mewling softly when his hands spread your thighs to massage your glutes and the insides of your thighs, of him convincing you that the only way you'd feel better is if he slides two thick fingers into your pussy... he throbs, stepping back. He can't handle much more of your whines and his daydreaming without nearly soiling his pants. He'd be back later, after he took care of the raging boner you gave him...
Later, you're almost to your bike at the end of the Cameron's driveway when you hear footsteps behind you, getting closer. "Yo," Rafe calls out, his voice smooth. "Where you going?"
You don’t stop walking, but you slow your pace just a little. You know he won’t back off until you give him some kind of answer, so you glance back at him. "Nowhere, Rafe." you muse back. He’s so used to you acting this way around him, to keeping things casual, pretending you’re not affected by him when you absolutely are.
"Come on," Rafe presses, his steps quickening as he matches your pace. He’s close now and you can feel the heat radiating off him. "Just tell me. You've got me all curious now, princess." He's grinning, gaze flickering down to your lips momentarily, then back to your eyes.
You just give him a little shrug, like you’re not interested in playing his game anymore. "I'm just heading home," you murmur. You don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he makes you nervous, and so you back away a little. "Hmph. Not that it’s any of your business."
Rafe doesn’t even falter, though. He steps in front of you before you can take another step. There’s no hesitation in his body language because he’s really got the confidence to match his cocky grin, and he’s never been shy about using it on you. "Not my business?"
You try to move around him, but he steps in your path again, blocking you effortlessly. His body is like a wall, and for a second you don’t know whether to be annoyed or turned on. He’s always like this, making you feel like you can’t get away from him.
You stare up at him, his blue eyes piercing into yours. He does this thing where he refuses to break eye contact until you look away, and when you do, he bends his head forward to chase wherever your gaze is pointed to put his face in your line of sight. He leans forward just a little, his voice dropping low. "Look," he says, drawing out the word like he’s talking to a kid. "You’re heading home, hm? What, you think you're just gonna leave me hanging, not even tell me where you’re going? I don’t think so."
You exhale sharply, feeling heat in your cheeks now, but you don't back down. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest, trying to hold onto your composure. “I don't owe you anything,” you say, but even you can hear the uncertainty in your voice. You’re trying to play it cool, but the closer he gets, the harder it is to pretend.
Rafe notices, of course. He’s always been good at reading you, and now he leans in a little more, his lips just inches from your ear. You can feel the heat from his body, his breath brushing against your skin, and it makes you shiver despite yourself.
"I heard you talking to Sarah earlier." He steps in closer, just close enough for you to feel his chest almost touching yours. "You're so tight from training, aren't you? I can help with that."
You’re silent for a beat, unsure how to respond, and when he sees that, he leans in a little more, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The touch is gentle, but it makes you suck in a breath, and you hate that it’s so hard to keep it together around him.
"Come on," he coaxes, his voice practically cooing now. "Let me take care of you. I've got really good hands."
You take a step back, hoping to break the tension, but he follows you, matching each step. You’re trying to stay firm, but there’s something in the way he’s looking at you, the way his hands are hovering around you like he’s barely holding back.
"Of course you were spying on me. Creep." you scoff.
"I'm not a creep," he says a little too defensively, leaning down so his face is right in front of yours. "I'm just keeping an eye on you. Better than some random guy feeling you up, during a massage. You know me. I'll be better for you."
You hold his eye contact for a moment, before giving him a little push back, scoffing a bit in a way that confirms that he succeeded in persuading you. "Ugh, fine. My house will be empty tonight. Everyone’s out. I’ll be alone.”
"Good." he says, voice smooth. "I'll come by at 10, then. And you can stop pretending you don’t want me... to help you out."
You turn to leave, but before you can, he calls after you, his voice teasing. "Don't wear much, sweetheart. Need to make sure nothing's restricting the flow of circulation."
You roll your eyes, hurrying off with your heart pounding.
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You're on your tummy in your basement, laying on a cushy gym mat a couple inches off the ground with Rafe hovering over you. You actually listened to him when he said not to wear much. Actually, you seemed to have gone all out. There's not a single piece of fabric on you other than the little pair of panties covering your butt. The rest of your body, glistening and smooth and soft, is bare for his eyes to take in.
Rafe's floored, to say the least. His brain’s is malfunctioning, eyes going from your smooth back, to your waist... hips... your plush ass, and then finally, your core, which is barely covered in the thin cloth of your panties. Fuck... jerking off twice in one day wasn't enough to prepare him for this.
He huffs out a breath, starting with digging his palms into your shoulder blades, rolling them repetitively like he's got any idea what he's doing. You moan softly, eyes fluttering shut, making him bite down his lower lip in response. His thumbs dig into your back a little too hard, and he hears the little whimpering sound you make. Rafe tenses, having to do a little pause to shake himself out of it and dial it back so he doesn't get overexcited and ram his cock into you.
You're soft everywhere, he starts to realize. And warm. You hum softly every time he loosens up one of your sweet spots, and the noises you make make him so much more eager to know what you sound like when he's touching you where you're extra sensitive, and so his hands keep slipping. Grazing just too close to your nipples when he reaches around to massage your chest.
You gasp, your back arching just the tiniest bit as you blink your eyes open. "Ah! w-wait… is it supposed to feel like that there? All tingly?" Rafe freezes as you turn to look over your shoulder at him, clutching the mat with both hands. "Feels tingly, hm?" He murmurs, voice teasing. "Right here?" He intentionally cups handfuls of your breasts, flicking both your nipples. You jolt and cry out, squirming underneath him.
"Mmhm! R-rafe!" You moan out his name, jolting forward like you’d just been electrocuted. There’s something very odd about the way his touch makes you feel, like heat spreads around your body and you can’t seem to sit still. You rub your thighs together to try and soothe some of the heat coursing through you.
Rafe exhales hard like he’s been holding it in for a while, hands cupping your breasts but not squeezing them again. He’s being very careful so that you don’t realize what he’s doing is pretty far from a massage and that he’s just feeling you up. He speaks again, telling you something he hopes you’ll believe.
"Mhm... that’s normal. Means I’m doing everything real good."
What he doesn’t say is that he’s about ten seconds away from flipping you over and finding out exactly what other spots make you feel tingly. That little pair of panties barely counts as clothing. They’re riding up in the back, too, showing off the curve of your ass like you wanted him to stare, and you wiggle slightly underneath him, shifting your hips, and he nearly groans out loud.
"Why’re you moving so much?" he mutters, voice low. "Stay still."
You pout, all innocent, "I’m just trying to relax."
His palms slide down again, pressing into the small of your back and gliding down to your hips. "Mm. Sure you are." His thumbs find the tops of your ass cheeks and press in gently. "You always relax in just your panties? Or is this just for me?" Your thighs squeeze together again, though you don’t see how Rafe's eyes snap to the movement, and his dick twitches against your ass. He’s so keyed in on you right now that he’s buzzing. "You're the one who told me not to wear too much," You huff, moaning softly.
He sits back on his heels for a second, just to look. Your body is tiny in his huge hands, your back arching real pretty. The way your panties are hugging your plump pussy lips makes his jaw clench so tight it hurts. He swipes a hand down his mouth like that’ll help him focus, his eyes rolling back a little. He can’t take this. Feels like his dick will explode any second now. Maybe he could just convince you his load is some body cream if he does accidentally finish on your ass. "Feel's so good, more!"
He swallows thickly and leans forward again, hands slipping over your thighs now, trailing down until he’s brushing just above your knees, then dragging them up, up, up again, grazing the sides of your ass with his thumbs this time.
"You know…" he says, voice low and teasing as he bends even closer, mouth practically at your ear now. "Most people wear more than this. Not just these tiny little things." He swipes his fingers across the waistband of your panties, letting it catch and snap lightly against your butt. You gasp, and he grins, pleased with himself.
"You’re not most people, though, are you?" he says. “You're my special little tease." His hand fully cups the swell of your ass, fingers digging in a little harder than necessary like he’s trying to convince himself you're real.
He doesn’t move right away, his fingertips denting into the soft flesh like he’s sculpting you. His thumb slides in toward the center, right where the curve dips down, and he grazes over the stretched fabric clinging to your core.
Then he shifts, lowers himself even more. Now he’s straddling your calves, his weight heavy on you. The position forces him closer, lets him reach more of you without having to stretch.
"Mm, need to loosen you up right here," he murmurs, digging his thumbs into the tops of your thighs now, massaging slow circles just beneath the curve of your butt. "So tense, baby. That’s not good for you."
His fingers knead into the backs of your thighs, spreading them just enough for your panties to pull tighter against your pussy. He watches it happen like a man possessed, staring openly at the way the fabric pushes up against your hole, admiring the little damp spot that's formed.
His hands slide further down your legs now, curling around your thighs and calves, squeezing, trailing back up, brushing the sensitive skin behind your knees and up along the insides of your thighs this time.
“Bet you’re warm here,” he says, his voice practically a whisper now as he presses a thumb against the inside of your thigh, just shy of your core. “And you’re soaked down here, too.”
You're a flushed, panting mess at this point, your eyes hazy and hands clenched up. "D-dunno what that means..." He groans at your innocence, slowly pulling your panties down your legs. "That's okay. Just close your eyes and let me check, kay?" You nod lazily, eyes fluttering shut on his command. He pulls your panties all the way off and tucks them into his back pocket, planning to play dumb if you asked where they were later.
You're a little embarrassed at being so exposed to him now, but he's in awe. Your pussy is completely visible to him, folds slick and plush under your plump pussy lips. He's throbbing like crazy. "Hm." he tuts, trying to come up with a lie on the spot so he can take things further. "You need some help here too. This is the only way you can get your whole body to relax."
He traces two fingers up and down your slit, listening to the soft gasps that leave you as he slowly coaxes them inside you. His fingers back and forth slowly, trying to get you to relax and loosen up enough for him to shove them deeper.
Rafe's hands grip your hips suddenly, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he tugs you backwards. Your ass is now raised and presented to him, his fingers never leaving the depths of your core. You swallow hard as you feel his thick, oil slicked fingers thrust in and out of you, making squelching sounds. "Mnh! It’s so much, it feels so weird there…" Rafe huffs, eyes glazed. "Shit… Knew you’d sound pretty when I touched you. Just take it for me"
He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you at a slow pace, curling them just enough for his fingers to stroke that spongey spot deep inside you that your own smaller fingers were never ever able to reach. You cry out, your back arching off the mat as jolts of pleasure shoot through you. "Shh... there we go. Doing so good. Just need to loosen you up."
You're whining now, his fingers diving in and out of you at a steady, repetitive pace that turns your brain to mush. "Rafe… feels s-good..."
He starts to pick up the pace, scissoring his fingers inside of your clenching pussy, turning his hand so that the angles of his fingers vary. You're bucking your hips back into him, unable to hold back especially as his fingers swirl deeper inside your gooey, untouched walls. Rafe groans, feeling your silky walls ripple and squeeze his invading fingers. "Oh, you like that?" he says, grinning now, drunk on the way your body reacts to him. "Knew you’d be sensitive. Knew you’d be a little fuckin' mess for me."
You squirm and let out a little cry, gushing around him and clenching hard as your vision sparkles. He keeps fingering you as you cum, coaxing you to keep going and push you further off the edge. Your body’s still trembling when you finally come down, hips twitching under his hands, your cheek pressed against the mat, lips parted as you gasp for breath. There’s a high, dazed flush across your cheeks, hair stuck to your forehead, and your thighs won’t stop shaking no matter how hard you try to clench them together.
"Goddamn," he mutters, staring at the mess you made on his fingers. "You came so fuckin' hard…" One arm slides under your waist to lift you with ease, turning you onto your back like you weigh nothing. He's already crawling between your legs, big hands spreading your thighs wide and settling in close. "Still twitching," he murmurs, dragging a single fingertip over your clit, making you gasp. "God, you’re so sensitive. You want more?"
You nod, pawing at his shoulders hazily. You're too far gone to realize that this stopped being a massage a while ago. His hands are everywhere again, palming your thighs, sliding up your hips, gripping your waist to yank you down the mat toward him. You let out a soft gasp, hands scrambling to hold onto his arms, but he nudges you of so he can focus on tugging his shorts down. He drops them and his boxers, cock springing free, which is thick and flushed with heavy balls. " 's my massage rod, baby. See? the last part of the massage."
"Mh, y-yes..."
He chuckles at your whines, and lines himself up with your slick, oversensitive pussy, letting the head of his cock drag through your slick folds before just barely nudging your clit.
He leans over you, one hand next to your head, the other wrapped around himself as he teases your hole, circling it, tapping lightly, sliding just the head in before pulling back. "Easy, easy… just gotta prep you first, alright? Don’t wanna hurt you," He fusses, watching your face scrunch in anticipation and listening avidly to each tiny noise you make.
One deep, slow thrust that splits you open and punches the air out of your lungs. He sinks into you like he belongs there, like he’s been waiting his whole life to be buried inside you. When he bottoms out his hips press flush against yours and he feels your walls fluttering around him, he lets out a sound that’s half groan, half growl.
He keeps one hand on your throat, thumb pressed lightly just beneath your jaw, not choking, just holding you there and feeling your pulse race under his fingers while his other hand cups the back of your thigh and shoves it up, folding you in, letting him go deeper, hit deeper.
"Oh fuckkk…" he breathes, forehead dropping to yours. "You feel like heaven, baby."
He starts rutting into you with long, deep strokes at first, slow enough to feel every inch, to let your body adjust and to let you feel how big he is. His hips roll, his pelvis grinding against your clit with every push and he keeps his eyes locked on yours the whole time.
You’re whining and babbling, vision spotty from the slight lack of air caused by his hand around your throat, but each time you try to shut your eyes and shut your legs due to the overstimulation from your recent orgasm, he catches your jaw and tilts your face back toward him.
"N-nuh uh," he pants, sweat beading on his forehead. His pupils are dilated and his lips are parted to let out heavy groans. "No looking away, ngh, wanna see that lil look on your face when you fall apart on my cock."
You can’t stop the whines that spill from your lips as he shoves his cock deep inside you, strokes hard and rough enough to make your tits bounce with each thrust. "Ah, fuck... you're squeezing me so tight," Rafe groans as he thrusts into you, panting at the way your walls clamp down on his long, thick cock.
You keen, pussy creaming around him even more as you dig your nails into his hard biceps to keep yourself upright, struggling to keep your gaze focused on his. You're so wet that there's juices squelching onto the yoga mat each time he pushes into you, making a mess. The oil covering your body isn't helping either.
He's so deep inside of you, and his balls slapping against your swollen clit is starting to make your head swirl even more. Rafe's large hands grip your hips and guide them back against him with each thrust so you're fucking yourself on his dick. "Shittt, baby. Thought you were s-so fucking innocent, but look at you. Throwin' that ass back like a mnh, fucking slut."
"Rafe!" You cry out his name when he gets real deep inside you. "Sl-slower, please, mnh… you’re… it’s so deep," You’re whining softly, body jerking on his cock as he huffs out a breath and refuses with a gruff "Don’t wanna," and pounds into you a little harder just to spite you. He’s not going to slow down when he’s finally got you where he wants you.
The mat shifts around underneath the two of you as Rafe splits your poor little hole in half on his cock. He lets go of your neck to slide two fingers into your mouth, watching your eyes roll and your tongue swirl around his thick digits. "Atta girl, sweetheart, use that tongue. fuckk..." He throbs inside you, watching the way your pussy sucks him back in every time he tries to pull back. You squeeze him like you were made for him. Makes him wanna put a baby in you.
You gasp when he drives forward hard, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes tears of pleasure spring to your eyes, and you suck on his fingers hard so you don't scream.
He keeps fucking his cock against that gummy, soft spot in you, angling his body so he can hit your g-spot over and over, and within seconds, you're creaming around his cock, a loud whine leaving your lips as your clear juices coat his thighs and cock.
He nearly cums on the spot at the way you make a mess on him like some silly mutt with no self control and how hard you clench down when you're cumming, but he has a little more self control and stamina than you. "Shit, feels s'good, princess, good girl, keep squeezin' me jus' like that,"
He grabs your hips hard with one hand and takes his fingers out of your mouth to grope at your tits, flicking your pebbled nipple and pinching it between the rough pads of his fingers.
"Anh, Rafe!" You scream, " 'S too much, ngh," You wail and babble, overstimulated, but he just grunts and squeezes you tighter. He pulls on your nipple and pinches it lightly. He hilts himself inside you repeatedly with each thrust, not stopping until his heavy balls slap lewdly against your puffy clit.
Your pussy's swollen with overstimulation, and it's tightening up and is real sloppy around his cock. Rafe’s heavy cock plunges into your sopping pussy with each thrust, creating squelching sounds as your juices stir up against his in a mess. "Fuck, this pussy's gonna be the death of me, sweetness, grippin' me like a goddamn vice and soakin' my cock," He groans, throwing his head back. Your fucking pussy makes him crazy.
He stretches your poor puffy pussy to it's limits, driving desperate moans from you that grow louder the dumber he makes you. Thick strands of your cum cling to his cock as your walls ripple around him as he fucks into your overstuffed cunt, your puffy lips kissing his slicked cock. "Look at you. You wanted this so bad, didn’t you? Hah. Fuckin’ adorable."
You whine as he pounds you, his cock filling your pussy and hitting the gummy barrier of your womb with every other thrust. You can see the way your tummy plumps up around the outline of his big cock, stretching into your womb.
Your head lolls and he pushes down on your tummy. You cry out and cum again, and he groans and splurts inside of you, dumping heavy loads of cream inside your used pussy. "Fuckkk, that's right princess, milk my fuckin' cock... God, best pussy I had in a long ass time." He leans down to press open mouthed kisses against your cheek, fucking his cum back into you after stuffing you full and breeding you.
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Pls bunny!reader and rafe are at midsummers and they fool around in the bathroom?
i love this !! im soso sorry this req has taken so long, its been in my drafts since january ohemgee ૮꒰ ྀི>⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა
req! 𝜗𝜚 bf!rafe convinces bunny!reader to fool around at midsummers
c!w; mdni !! bunny!reader, rafe is a little naggy?, fingering, squirting, rafe licks his fingers after, use of the nickname baby, fooling around in a bathroom.
notes; hiiii i know its been way over a month but i'm hoping my lovelies are still lurking... i forgot the password to my blog when i had to delete tumblr for storage ages ago <//3 anyway enjoy ! eek
the party was in full swing, the air thick with laughter, clinking glasses, and the soft hum of the band playing on the lawn. golden lights strung through the trees cast a warm glow over everything, but your attention wasn’t on the party. it was on rafe.
he stood close, too close, his broad shoulders blocking out the rest of the world as he leaned in. the sharp, clean scent of his cologne mixed with the faint salt of the ocean air, and you could feel the heat rolling off him, even in the cool evening breeze.
“you’re not even listening,” he murmured, his voice low enough that it didn’t carry past the two of you.
“maybe because you’re not saying anything worth listening to,” you shot back, your tone playful.
his smirk deepened, a knowing gleam in his eyes as he tilted his head, his gaze dropping briefly to your lips before snapping back up to meet yours. “is that so?”
you swallowed, feeling your resolve start to crumble under the weight of his stare. he leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear.
“c'mon bunny...” he said, the words more command than request.
“rafe,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the music. “we’re at midsummers. there are people everywhere-”
“and?” he cut you off, his grin widening, all cocky confidence. “that didn’t bother you last time.”
heat flushed through you at the reminder, your thoughts scattering as his fingers brushed against your wrist, trailing up your arm in a slow, deliberate caress. “this is different,” you managed, though your voice lacked conviction.
“it’s not,” he countered, stepping even closer, so close you could feel the heat of his chest against yours. “it’s just you and me. no one has to know.”
his hand slid to your waist, his thumb brushing over the fabric of your dress in a way that made your breath hitch. “five minutes,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over your ear. “no one will even notice we’re gone.”
you looked up at him, your pulse pounding as his eyes bored into yours, challenging, daring you to say no. the world around you blurred, the sound of laughter and music fading as all you could focus on was him. the way he looked at you like he already knew you’d give in, the way his fingers tightened ever so slightly on your waist, pulling you closer.
“five minutes,” you echoed, your voice barely a whisper.
his grin turned wicked, and before you could second-guess yourself, he was guiding you toward the country club, his hand firm on the small of your back. the hallway was quiet, the sound of the party muffled behind you as he pulled you into the bathroom, the door clicking shut.
“told you,” he murmured, pressing you against the door, his lips brushing over yours as his hands found your waist again. “just you and me, bunny.”
and before you could respond, his mouth was on yours, all heat and urgency, the party outside forgotten as you lost yourself in him.
his lips crashed against yours, stealing the breath from your lungs as his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. the cool wood of the bathroom door pressed against your back, grounding you even as your head spun.
rafe kissed like he did everything else, recklessly, with an intensity that made it impossible to think of anything else. his lips moved against yours, firm and insistent, coaxing a soft gasp from you that only spurred him on. his hands slid from your waist to your hips, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as though he couldn’t get you close enough.
he pulled back just enough to let you catch your breath, his forehead resting against yours as his warm breath fanned over your lips. his blue eyes burned into yours, dark and full of something that made your heart stutter in your chest.
“you're fucking perfect.” he murmured, his voice rough, like he’d been holding those words in for too long.
before you could respond, he kissed you again, harder this time, one hand sliding up to tangle in your hair while the other stayed anchored at your hip. his lips left yours, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
you couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped your lips, and rafe stilled, pulling back just enough to look at you. his expression shifted, still intense, still hungry, but there was something softer beneath it, something like satisfaction.
“that’s what I like to hear,” he said, his voice a low rumble as his hand slid back to your cheek, his thumb brushing over your flushed skin.
you wanted to say something, anything, but the way he looked at you, the way he was now trailing kisses down your body left you utterly speechless.
he shifted you so you were basically sitting on the sink, before smirking at you, a hand snaked up your leg, taking your dress with it.
the pads of his fingers raked over your clothed pussy, rafe scoffed with a grin, "you're so wet bunny... so wet f'me." your eyes rolled back almost instantly after he shifted your thin panties to the side to slid a finger into your sopping cunt.
if you didn't know any better you would think he was trying to make you yell as he immediately slipped another in upon hearing your moans in his ear.
he placed a hand over your mouth as his fingers curled inside of you, carefully and quickly coaxing the earth shattering orgasm you knew you were going to have, closer and closer.
your manicured paw found its way onto his bicep, nails digging in as he continued to make you shake against him, overstimulation was his favourite thing to do when he had his way with you in public. the way you would try to stop your moans and screams, but couldn't, amused him enough to only request you pay him back when you were home.
your hips were bucking and toes curling in your heels, rafe grinned and only fingered you faster, his lips now attached to your neck as you gasped for a breath.
the feeling of your climax coming only snuck up for a second before rafe's hand was coated in you juices, a strangled moan having left your lips as you squeezed your boyfriend's bicep, legs practically going limp.
"oh baby, you just squirted all over my hand - fuck." rafe breathed, his grin wide as he lapped up the juices on his wet hand before narrowing his eyes at an idea, "how about i take you home and we finish this hmm?"
old taglist ! ; @drewscoquette , @dollyfiles , @holes4rafe , @filthyrafe , @bambiangels , @bambrinaa ( pls lmk if you want to be added or removed esp bcs this list isn't recent ! )
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cute creepy behavior ready to do anything for you himbo introduction
rafe threw the plastic football back to topper. “alright, need a break. .” he quickly dodged the item coming right back at him. he looked back to where it landed behind him, then back to topper who looked to be holding in a laugh. “i’m not playing with you anymore,” rafe shook his head solemnly, walking away towards where you were lying on the blanket.
he was ready to complain to you about how topper basically almost took his head off when he got a good look at you. stomach down, book in hand, shades on, legs kicking back and forth in the air. and oh, wow. sunscreen does wonders on the skin, rafe noticed. you were shiny. rafe’s eyes almost glossed over at the sight.
“so pretty,” he mumbled, eyes grazing you from head to toe. why didn’t he learn about sunscreen sooner? why hadn’t he applied it on you today? could he still apply some? too much sunscreen doesn’t hurt, he learned. plus, it’ll make your skin look more like. . that. yeah, that.
you raised your head, hearing the mumble from rafe and also noticing the tall shadow in front of you that stood there longer than you anticipated. “huh?” you asked him.
rafe stilled, thinking of what to say. should he ask how you’re his girl while looking like that? should he start rambling compliments that were close to spilling off his tongue? because he couldn’t think fast enough, he continued standing there, staring. your little giggle broke him out of the trance.
“do you want more sunscreen?” his voice slightly cracked in the beginning. totally cool. you shook your head in amusement. “i think i’m good,” you nodded. rafe whispered “dang it,” snapping his head to the side. should he find another way to touch you? yeah, sure.
“want a shoulder massage?” he’s never given one before and would probably push too hard and dislocate something, but it would be worth the try. you smiled at his efforts. “’m fine, rafe. i’ll just stick to reading. you can keep playing with topper, if you want,” you shrugged.
rafe scrunched his face in disdain, raising the corner of his upper lip. “no,” he responded without needing to think. he quickly thought of an idea, glancing at his bag on the sand behind you. “i’ll just sit real quick,” he practically sprinted over to the bag, plopping down on the sand.
he pulled out his digital camera, turning it on. angling it on you, he snapped away, leaning to the side to capture your side profile, then raising his arms and squinting to get an overhead shot. bridging his arms back down, he swiped through the photos, content on what he got. now he’ll have this sight to look at whenever. score. he quickly stashed the camera away, scared you might turn around and ask what he was up to.
he sprung up, heading over to topper, telling you, “i’ll go play now,” as he walked away.
you bit down a smile, aware of what rafe was doing behind you. “be careful,” you shouted after him. you wouldn’t bring it up that you knew.
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Anonymous asked:
breeding with sub!rafe? maybe theyre just going slow at first, making out ykkk until he gets a random thought about breeding reader, making her entirely his, and it completely sends him over the edge. his thrusts get faster and he cums faster 😛
content WARNING; SUB!Rafe, breeding, edging, creampie, +18 MDNI. (LINK LEAD TO MATURE CONTENT)
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Anonymous asked:
Can you please make one where reader is ovulating and rafe knows so he’s purposely teasing her and when she can’t take it anymore they ykk 😩
content WARNING; Rafe Cameron × BIMBO!Reader, ovulation, thigh riding, teasing, fingering, +18 MDNI. (LINK LEAD TO MATURE CONTENT)
It was one of those mornings where the air felt charged, and Rafe could tell something was up with his girl the second she stomped into the kitchen, pouting like the world had personally offended her. She was in her favourite pink satin panties and one of his oversized tees, her hair a messy bun, and she was clutching a mug of coffee like it was her lifeline. “Rafey,” she whined, leaning against the counter, her voice all high and petulant. “My fave panties are ruined. They’re soaked through, and I just put them on!”
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you barely get your panties off before he notices—eyes catching the glint of silver between your thighs, breath hitching in his throat. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stares, hands parting your legs wider so he can get a better look at what you’ve done. the new piercing catches the low lamp light, a tiny ring hugging your swollen clit, and rafe can’t help but growl.
“you went and got it done without tellin’ me?” his voice low, thick, making your core moisten. “jesus christ, princess…..you tryin’ to kill me?”
his thumb’s already on it, pressing soft, careful circles around the metal like he’s trying to learn how it feels through you. you twitch, hiss, body jerking at the sharp spike of sensation that zings down your spine. it’s different now—everything’s alot sharper. every brush of his touch against the metal ring nestled on your bud makes your thighs clench and your breath catch in your throat.
"fuck, look at you," he mutters, thumb rubbing the ring slow, lazy, like he’s savoring every whimper you give him. "so sensitive now. bet you cum even easier with this pretty little thing hangin’ off your clit."
he leans in and spits on it—warm and wet—and making your whole body shudder. the mix of slick and spit makes everything ten times worse (or better), and when his mouth replaces his hand, tongue flicking at the ring, pulling it gently with his teeth, you moan so loud he has to clamp a hand over your mouth.
“you want the whole fucking neighborhood to hear how needy you are?” he grins against your cunt, breath warm, lips stretched cruel. “nah, baby. this is mine....all of this—mine.”
he sucks on it now, slow and torturous, the little ring clicking against his teeth while his fingers dig into your thighs to keep you spread. every time he pulls it with his tongue, your hips jerk up like you’re possessed.
“gonna cum just from this, pretty?” he taunts, pulling off with a filthy wet sound. “didn’t even fuck you yet. haven’t even put a single finger in you. and you’re already so fuckin’ close.”
he presses two fingers flat to your clit, grinding the ring down into you, and your body snaps, legs kicking, voice muffled and ruined under his palm as your orgasm crashes through you like lightning. and rafe just watches, smug and hungry, licking his lips like he’s tasted blood."we’re not done, babydoll," he says, already shifting to unbuckle his belt. “you went and decorated my pussy—now i’m gonna see how many times i can make it sing.”
notes: on my other acc i did one for beau (but with nipple piercings) so i thought it would be good to do one for rafe but a piercing in the nether regions!
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Anonymous asked:
nerd rafe with breeding kink pls 🫶🏻
Rafe slowly thrusts in and out of you as he whines. He’s trying to act like a dom. Trying to act all tough but he well and truly is still the boy who will whine from a kiss.
But he had finally gotten something he’s been fantasising about since he first started jerking off to you at his desk late at night. You had plagued his mind. He can’t study because all he sees is you moaning underneath him.
He knows he has a lot of kinks. That’s apparent when he moaned mommy the first time you gave him a blow job. He really likes calling you mommy. Mommy issues at its finest.
So it was no surprise that he has a breeding kink.
“Wanna make you a mom.” He says as he keeps thrusting in and out of you. It’s not fast, but it’s just right. He prefers to make love than fuck. Well that’s his excuse because the real reason is that you feel to good he genuinely can’t go faster.
And you feel so good without a condom blocking him from fully feeling your pussy. The way you’re clenching around him as your tits bounce up and down. Oh your tits. He actually drools over them. Like actually saliva falling from his lips as he looks at them. So the idea of you getting pregnant and then getting bigger. Oh he’s in heaven.
He whines at the image before placing a kiss to them. His tongue leaving his mouth to lick your nipple. The action sends shivers all through your body.
“I can’t wait. I’ll take such good care of you.” He moans against your breast as he feels himself get closer and closer. “You’ll look so pretty carrying our baby. Please can I cum in you? Fill you up? Please. Please.”
He’s practically whining as his movements get sloppier. And he feels so good in you. He’s big which was a bit of a shock. The nerd from your class who would have guessed? Everyone probably.
You nod as your eyes screw shut. He feels so good and you’re so close.
Rafe moans as he cums in you. Filling you up so good as his lips part. His eyes scanning yours as he moans. He is actually in a state of bliss. And all he’s done is cum in you and think about you pregnant. He’s actually rather pathetic but so so cute.
a/n: well
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★. s1 rafe who loves doing coke off your tits and calling you mommy.
warnings—drug use, mommy kink, semi-nudity, pathetic pathetic boys, bit of mocking
You’re not sure why you always find yourself in this situation—you’re not together, and quite frankly you don’t even like the guy (apart from the fact he’s so ridiculously attractive the lace of your panties is currently sticking wetly to you) but you suppose being a hot, bored nineteen year old is enough of a reason for you.
Not the fact the sheer power you have over him makes the heat in your stomach burn hotter than it ever has and his desperation makes you throb.
You’re sat on the sofa in his room, frilly black skirt nestled high up your thighs, exposing the lengths of your silky smooth skin. Your shirt is elsewhere, having been torn from you the second you sauntered into his room—leaving you in your pretty lace bra, the one that made your tits sit just right. Rafe Cameron, King Kook (or whatever the fuck those braindead clowns called him) was currently nestled into the expanse of your cleveage. His slicked back greasy hair falling forward slightly from the constant movement of his or your hands through it, leaving it to tickle the skin of your tits just so.
The sounds of his loud sniffing filled the air as he snorted lines of cocaine from the plush cushion of your boobs, while you relaxed against the sofa like you owned the place, like you owned him. His cheeks were flushed a delightful shade of pink, eyes glazed over from the high. Eager whines muffled against your skin as he grappled at your waist, squeezing at you, desperation in each press of his fingers.
“Mh—fuck, mommy,” Rafe whimpered, dumbed out, the sound so needy and wanting no one would’ve believed it came from him, “been—been needin’ you so bad.”
“Yeah?” You hum softly, coaxingly. Running your bare thigh over his in slow, soothing strokes as he practically kneeled in your lap. “How much baby? How much have you needed mommy?”
A shiver ran deep through him and he whined again, at the sound of you. The feel of you. You. He pressed his face deeper into your tits, eyes fluttering shut blissfully as he inhaled the scent of you and the last remaining flecks of the coke. His brain was cloudy and disoriented—in that fuzzy place that only you could take it to. His hips squirmed slightly, seeking attention.
“So, so much,” he breathed out, his gruff voice having a constant edge of a whine in it as he nuzzled into your chest deeply, “n—never need anything more than I need you mama.”
“No?” You mock lightly, your tone soft but sharp around the edges, just enough to take pleasure in his floundering whines, just enough to make him simper like a bitch for your praise instead. “Not even your coke, baby? Almost seems like that comes before me.”
He choked out a soft protest, clinging to you tighter still and shaking his head against your cleveage—mind too fuzzy to argue verbally. He squeezed tightly at the meat of your thigh, leaving red handprints, in a subconscious claim over you almost. Trembling, pouty lips pressing into your chest reverently, a single babble of ‘mommy’ leaving his mouth.
“Not even gonna tell me I’m wrong?” You huff gently in mock disappointment, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his slick hair, the strands still tickling the skin of your exposed chest in a way that sent flickers down your spine. “Mommy needs reassurance too pretty thing.”
“I’m—I—‘s you I need, not the coke.” He murmured blearily into your chest, snuggled up so close into you it was like he was trying to get in your skin. The gentle feel of your fingers over his scalp causing his breathing to pick up, his mouth pressing more insistently into your skin as he withered lightly under your touch. So pliable for you. “You—all you mommy. You’re—so good. Nghh. So good. Can’t think.”
You cooed, pressing a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “That’s my boy.”
The praise sets him off, a whimpering thread of something almost keening leaving him as he fully moved into your lap, shamelessly. You know all his weaknesses. He buries his face into your tits, never removing himself from them once. His big arms wrapping around your waist, his large muscular stature so unlike the current whiny, whimpering, pathetic behaviour he was exhibiting.
“I’m—your boy. You’re good boy.” He sniffled through the coke and his emotions, fingers rubbing patterns into your sides as he laid on you, a melted mess of the man people thought he was. His brain was so fuzzy it was hard to comprehend but you—your boy, being your good boy. He would do that. That’s all he could do. Be good for mommy. “N’need to be—for you, mommy.”
“Oh, I know. I know,” you sooth, brushing your fingers through his hair still, your other hand on his back as you let him sit in your lap. Your boy. “And you are my boy. My good boy, my best boy—“
His brain was completely blank now, feeling floaty and trapped on the same obsessive cycle of you, you, you—he was yours. Nothing else mattered. Rafe nodded desperately into your chest, a continuous stream of whimpers leaving him. Eyelashes fluttering against your tits as he clung on tightly ‘mommy—mama—‘ and ‘need you’ being babbled from his delirious, pouty mouth.
You bit back any sounds of your own, continuing to hold him in your lap and murmur cooing praises as he babbled needy pleas and nothings, completely yours to do whatever you wanted to—your lips tugged into a little grin as you allowed yourself to bask in the sheer power rush running through your veins right now, something oddly satisfying in the filthy fire in your stomach and the throb in your clit. Fuck if it ever felt good to do this to this man. Beyond good.
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rafe pinning reader to a table, him inbetween her legs while licking, sucking, and eating her chest while he grinds his chest and abs on her pussy and her not being able to do anything
the way this request was just so straightforward made me giggle, but ask and you shall receive.ᐟ i hope i did it justice :) ps no pics for this one because i honestly couldn’t be bothered to find any…
sit pretty
pairing: bf¡rafe && reader
content: 18+. smut (no actual sex, but ya know), basically every thing in the request (&& squirting). language.
you didn’t know what had gotten into rafe today, but he was… exceptionally horny? he had been on you all day– moving you into his lap on the couch, wrapping his arms around you from behind when you were making lunch, touching, grabbing. anything he could do to have his hands on you, he had done it.
you drove him crazy. you didn’t even need to do anything to turn him on, and somehow that made it even sexier. you pranced around in one of his too big t-shirts and your panties– he was losing his mind. the worst part? you were acting like nothing was out of the ordinary; making lunch, watching tv, you even did some laundry. at one point you fell asleep on the couch with your head on his lap, and he was fighting every urge to touch you everywhere while your steady breaths infiltrated his ears.
once you woke up, rafe’s lap was no longer beneath you– your favorite pillow taking its place.
“rafe?,” you called out to him, lifting yourself from the couch to find him. you knew he had been extra needy today, and you knew you had basically tortured him by ignoring the obvious, but you couldn’t help but play with him– just a little.
he didn’t respond, despite being in the next room over– the kitchen– you found him leaned against the corner where the countertops met, nail in his mouth as if he was deep in thought. his sweatpants hung low on his waist, and his abs were on full display– you almost lost your train of thought, but you were able to gather your words.
“hey, baby… somethin’ wrong?,” you asked quietly, walking up to stand in front of him, your arms crossed in front of your chest, only forcing your tits together. the crease in the fabric had rafe’s head spinning. he didn’t know why he was so damn insane today, but you were not making it easy on him.
“no,” was the only thing he said before grabbing your hips, spinning you around so that you were in his previous position– pinned into the corner. you couldn’t move from his grasp, and you were trapped by his body.
“ray… what’re yo–,”
“cut it out, y/n. you’ve been teasin’ me all fuckin’ day. thought i would just let it happen? you’re in f’r a rude awakenin’, doll,” his voice was low– half taunting, half desperate.
you knew you had been hard on him today, so you decided to just let it happen. what ‘it’ was… you didn’t know yet, but you had already decided you would let him do whatever he wanted. he deserved it, and it’s not like you weren’t just a little need seeing him pining over you like this.
he stripped you of his shirt before you even knew what happened. his hands immediately moving up from your hips to the fat of your tits, squeezing them like his personal stress ball.
“fuck, baby. so fuckin’ perfect f’r me,” he mumbled under his breath. his full attention was directed at your chest, and the way you squirmed beneath his touch.
“ray…,” you moaned quietly, and it was like something snapped in him. he looked up at you through his eyelashes, a dark lust filling his blue eyes. your parted lips, and big doe eyes looking up at him had his primal instinct kicking in.
he picked you up, setting you on the cold marble, placing him between your legs. his erection was pressing against your core in a way that made your head spin. then, he instantly latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, playing with the other between his fingers. a loud moan escaped you from the unexpectedness of his actions.
he was lapping at your tit like a thirsty dog. wet, lewd noises echoed through the kitchen, and it only made you whimper more. you couldn’t do anything but sit there, and take it.
once he finished with one he moved to the other, giving the same love, now tugging at the other nipple. knowing the wetness underneath his touch was from his mouth had him embarrassingly turned on. he was grunting against your tits, the vibrations making you more sensitive.
you were trembling beneath him, and it was only slightly shameful how wet you were right now. your panties clung to your core as if you had just swam in them.
rafe detached from your chest momentarily, lifting your hips just enough to pull your panties down your legs.
“shit, doll.. you’re soaked,” his fingers played in your slick, running along your folds and you swore the breath was knocked straight from your lungs. he placed his hands under your thighs, bringing them high enough so your clit was rubbing against his abs. the sensation was heaven. the noises that left your mouth were out of your control at this point, you were at his full mercy.
“holy shit, rafe,” you moaned– loud. he was basically drooling over your sounds. his pants immeasurably tight against his crotch– he didn’t even care. he wanted to be all over you. he would crawl inside your skin, and live there if he could. his friends said he was obsessed… he disagreed. but, that’s because he knew it wasn’t obsession– it was something much stronger. he didn’t know what it was about you, but he craved you like nothing else, your scent alone was enough to get him off.
“just sit pretty f’r me, baby. be a good girl,” his hands held your legs in place as he latched back onto your tits. he left marks all over them, trailing from your collar bone down past your chest. they’d turn purple soon, and every time you looked in the mirror you would remember him– remember how they got there.
after sucking for awhile, he’d take a break and lick stripes all over your upper body– his nose tickling its way up from your stomach to behind your ear, the warm sensation of his tongue following.
at some point rafe began to grind into you, his ab muscles flexing and un-flexing against your clit. it was too good– your vision was going white, eyes rolling so far back you were certain they would get stuck like that. there was so many sensations going on against your skin right now, you felt like you could explode at any given moment.
"rafe, shit– stop, stop– ‘m close,” you pleaded. not that you actually wanted him to stop, but you were basically convulsing beneath him, and getting off on his abs alone was shameful, dirty. he popped off your sore tit for a second to respond. they were all marked, and sensitive.
“‘m not stoppin’, doll. not ‘til you cum. cum for me, y/n. make a mess all over me, please– need it. need it s’bad,” his words became whines, and you had never been more turned on than in this moment right here.
rafe cameron was whining– begging you to cum on him.
you came undone with a shattered moan, his words giving you more pleasure than anything he was doing to your body. he didn’t stop though– not like he said he would. he went harder against you– with purpose that had you shaking beneath him. the overstimulation too much. his dick was so hard it hurt, but he paid it no mind. not when he had you like this– falling apart under his touch. he would never get used to the fact he could make such a goddess feel this way.
he kept going. his mouth roaming all over your chest, hands still holding your thighs, kneading the flesh between his fingers. before you could even think– not that you were really able to anyway– a new feeling washed over you. you used all your remaining strength to look down, only to find rafe’s chest and sweatpants drenched.
“damn, baby… who knew you were even more needy than me,” he laughed lowly before finally releasing you from his hold. he took a step back to survey the mess. he looked down at himself, taking in the wetness gleaming off his muscles, then looking up at you and your fucked-out state– your lips parted, breathing heavy, blown pupils, messy hair, and all his marks that painted your body.
“you’re so fuckin’ hot, holy shit,” he breathed out, “now c’mon, get on your knees. it’s my turn.”
an: i feel like my smut writing is so awkward for some reason– like it just doesn’t flow && lacks details… idk, so hopefully i can get better at it because it’s fun to write
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ i'll come to you as the first snow
pairing: rafe x reader synopsis: rafe's dead fiancée comes to pay him a visit. warnings/tags: angst, fluff wc: 1.6k a/n; inspired by this fic by me.
rafe really wasn't sure what had been going on in his life for the past three months; because whenever he was awake, there was a glass of whiskey in his hand. and whatever he did remember, seemed to just be a piece of the puzzle.
one moment he was in his bed, looking at pictures of the two of you on his phone; the next moment he was weeping at your grave, his forehead pressed against your cold headstone, the next moment he woke up on a random beach on kildare island.
he knew you wouldn't approve. he knew that if you were there, you'd be telling him all about how it was an 'unhealthy coping mechanism', and how if you were alive, you'd give him the silent treatment until he promised to stop; but the thing was; you weren't there anymore. he used to roll his eyes when you used to tell him to eat better, sleep more, or drink less; but now he'd give just about anything to hear you scolding him.
the moment he found out about the accident that took you from him, the first thing rafe thought about was coke; because in his mind, that would take it all away. it would make him numb, it would make sure he wouldn't feel your death.
his first stop after having to see the aftermath of your accident was at barry's. but the moment he'd lined up four lines of the white powder with his black amex, a rolled up dollar bill between his fingers, rafe was brought back to when you were helping him get clean, holding him in your arms in the pitch-black room as he shook in your arms, his entire body covered in sweat while also being freezing cold, how hard you worked to get him through withdrawals. and he just couldn't do it.
so his only way to cope was by sinking his feelings in a bottle of overpriced whiskey, but no matter how much he drank, no matter if he blacked out, the first thing he thought about when he woke up, and the last thing he thought about when he fell asleep was always you.
and the worst thing was, the signs of your existence were slowly starting to fade. the shirts and hoodies you'd stolen from him and claimed as your own now smelled like laundry detergent, instead of the usual mixture of your perfume and sweat, the shape of your head was no longer imprinted onto the pillow right next to his, and the worst thing was that he was starting to forget the way your soft skin felt under his fingers.
rafe was sitting on the living room couch, his eyes half-lidded and heart beating slowly in his chest, a pill bottle knocked over on the coffee table in front of him, a few tablets having spilled out of it, a framed picture of the two of you from the day he'd asked you to marry him right next to him, the man rolling a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand before taking one last swig, reveling in the way the ember liquid burned as it went down his throat. the last thing he could register was the thud of the glass as it slipped from his weak grasp and fell onto the plush carpet you'd picked out.
"come on, you can't sleep in the living room..."
rafe was half-asleep as he started to hear a familiar voice starting to come through the haze, but what started to pull him back to consciousness was the feel of a warm, soft, hand on his cheek, a thumb stroking the stubble on his skin, and as he breathed in, he could smell the cherry-scented lotion he could recognize anywhere.
his eyes were so heavy, but rafe was determined to open them, and finally when he managed to get them halfway open, in front of them was the blurry outline of someone he immediately recognized. he didn't have to see her features, because for the entire time he'd known her, she'd somehow always seemed brighter to him than anything else in the world. rafe smiled, reaching out to touch the outline's cheek. "am i dead?" rafe asked as her features slowly started to become clearer.
"no, silly." you let out a small chuckle, and he could see the way your eyes shone as you rolled them, "how about we get you to bed, sweetie?"
"alright..." rafe groaned, letting himself lean his weight on you, and as you stumbled towards the bedroom you shared, you let out adorable little laughs whenever he nearly tripped, until eventually, his back hit the soft mattress, an exaggerated groan leaving his lips.
you laughed as you climbed into bed on your own side, nuzzling into his embrace, your head on his chest, rafe's arm automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close to him. he smiled, but when his gaze turned to you, something about it changed; it became wistful, longing. his eyes turned glassy, as he looked at you, his lip trembling.
"what's wrong?" you asked, your eyes furrowing together as you brought your hand to his cheek, stroking it with your thumb, "hey, talk to me, rafe..."
"this isn't real." if he didn't feel his lips move, rafe would've thought that the person saying those words was someone else; his voice was so weak, so shaky, so different from the usual firm, confident tone he spoke in. "i'm just high, or drunk, and hallucinating." he sniffled, "and when i wake up, you're gonna be gone."
rafe didn't even notice the warm tear that rolled down his cheek until you wiped it away with your thumb, taking a deep breath as you looked at him, "i'm sorry, rafe." you said softly, pressing a kiss on his clothed chest, "i wish i could be here."
"i always thought that you'd be the one person who'd never leave me. that you'd be the thing that... that lasted forever. that i'd get to wake up next to you every morning until we're grey and wrinkled and shit." rafe chuckled bitterly, "why couldn't that happen? why does everyone always leave me?"
you bit down on your lip and sniffled, continuing to stroke your cheek, "if it was up to me i would've stayed. i would've stayed forever." you brought your face closer to his, pressing your nose against his, looking into his eyes, glimmering with tears, your reflection in his dilated pupils, "i need you to know that, rafe." you whispered, "i would've never abandoned you."
rafe hid his face into your shoulder, racked sobs muffled by your shirt. you moved your hand to stroke his hair, letting out small shh's as he cried into you, his hold on you tightening, as if you'd disappear. and he would be right. so you just let him cry as you stroked his hair.
eventually, he took a shaky breath and pulled back slightly; the sleeve of your shirt was wet with tears, and so were rafe's cheeks. you smiled softly, wiping the tears away from his skin. "i'm always going to be with you, you know."
"what, like in my heart?" he chuckled dryly, letting out an accidental sniffle.
"well, yeah." you smile, cupping his cheek, "but also in the moon when you look up at night. in the stars, in every raindrop that rains down. in the first snow and each one after that, in every word you speak, and every ." you brought your face closer to his, "i'm saying that i'm in everything around you. you're not getting rid of me that easily."
"promise?"
"i promise." you said softly, bringing your lips to his, and for the first time since your death, rafe felt something much better than happiness; he felt serenity. the way your lips molded against his seemed to be the thing that completed him, that managed to fill a small fraction of the hole in his chest that seemed irreparable since you left.
when you pulled away from the kiss, the both of you let out shaky breaths, and when you opened your eyes, you saw your smile mirrored on his face. "promise to me that you'll take care of yourself." you said softly, "because i can't take it if you wreck yourself. it hurts me more than anything in the world."
rafe took in a shaky breath, his nose pressed against you as he closed his eyes, leaning into the feeling of your warm hand on his cheek, "i promise." he mumbled, and even though he couldn't see it, he knew there was a smile on your face.
as rafe's eyes slowly fluttered open, the man felt as if he had gotten the best sleep in his entire life, but memories roamed back to him of last night, of you in his arms, and suddenly rafe started to feel enraged.
he clenched his jaw as he sat up in bed, throwing his pillow onto the floor; his brain had betrayed him, had made him think that he had you back, that you were right next-
rafe's brows furrowed as he looked to your side of the bed. on the pillow, there was an imprint of someone's head. and as he laid back down, smelling the sheets, he could make out the distinct scent of your signature perfume.
but the final nail of the coffin was when rafe lifted his head, looking out of the window.
first snow.
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02 ── PLAYING THE PART UNDER THE SICILIAN SUN (18+) ── RAFE CAMERON
── SYNOPSIS when your image-obsessed mother catches you and Rafe Cameron ─ your friends with benefits ─ in a compromising situation, you must lie and say you're dating. It spirals out of control when your mother invites him to your cousin's upcoming wedding in Italy, and spirals even further when he says yes. ── WARNINGS language, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving). 18+ mdni. ── WORD COUNT 7.5k. need to learn how to reel it in. ── NOTES edited from third person perspective to second, so let me know if there are any mistakes. my italian skills may be slightly inaccurate, translations provided. ── SERIES MASTERLIST ── SONG OF THE CHAPTER julia by sza
Of fucking course Rafe manages to get a first class seat on the flight.
You want to slap that stupid smirk off his face for the umpteenth time when he boards before you, especially when he sends you a farewell wink and over-exaggerated kiss.
Rafe's parting words echo in your head over and over again like a tortuous mantra: “Can’t wait to date you, baby.”