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⇢ how’s your wife doing ? ⌇

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: milf!reader x dilf!rafe

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: a scene/quotes from wolf of wall street, use of y/n

the late afternoon sun bled across the neatly manicured garden of the cameron estate, painting every surface with a warm, expensive glow. trimmed hedges framed the sprawling lawn. the stone patio beneath rafe’s feet was warm, the ice in his glass melting slower than time.

he sat back in the custom-built teakwood chair, perfectly angled toward the view — aka, a direct line of sight into the open-concept living room through the wide patio doors.

topper and kelce lounged across from him, both already on their second bourbon, laughing loud over some story that didn’t matter anymore. it had been a year since the three of them sat together without a time limit. rafe had peeled away from nights out and golf trips, instead he buried himself in expansion projects and investor dinners but more than anything, focusing on his family.

topper leaned forward, swirling the ice in his glass. “how’s your wife, y/n? how’s she doing?”

rafe smirked, tipping his chin toward the open sliding doors behind him. “that’s her in the house there,” he said, like it was obvious. “you could say hi, but she probably won’t wave back.”

kelce raised a brow, following the direction of rafe’s gaze. inside, you stood near the kitchen island, one hand holding your phone to your ear, the other delicately fixing the clasp on a diamond-studded earring. your pink shirt clung to your hips, the white shirt fitted perfectly. your outfit screamed expensive. your hair was clipped back in a half-up bun that screamed effortlessness. your legs were bare, skin glossed, toes painted that sheer, ladylike pink.

topper gave a low whistle, already grinning. “damn,” he muttered under his breath, before raising his glass with a lazy grin. “y/n, sweetheart!”

you glanced over, your gaze looking bored and then — without even pausing your sentence into the phone, you lifted your hand, extended your middle finger, and turned back around to grab your clutch off the counter.

kelce practically choked on his drink. “jesus christ.”

rafe just laughed, low and proud, “told you,” he said with a shrug. “she’s not in the business of being polite.”

topper looked stunned. “she’s exactly the same.”

“what, you thought motherhood was gonna make her soft?” rafe asked, amused. “if anything, she’s worse. more dangerous. more expensive. more addicted to chanel.”

“so, i heard she’s running some aesthetics thing now?” kelce said, leaning back.

“yeah, her own studio,” rafe said, a flicker of something proud flashing in his eye. “botox, filler, laser, all that. booked out for months. women come from everywhere just to get their lips done by her.”

topper shook his head. “she’s a menace.”

“she’s my menace.” rafe replied, without hesitation.

inside, you hung up the phone and crossed the room slowly, your heels clicking faintly on the marble tile. aurora’s tiny pink barbie shoes were scattered by the sofa, a discarded juice box lying sideways on the floor. you ignored it all, stepping over the chaos like you were floating.

teddy came sprinting through the hallway a second later, barefoot and yelling something about pirates. before he stood infront of you, holding his arms out. you bent down before picking him up and holding him on your hip.

you walked over to the couch, setting teddy down, “do you want your headphones?” you asked, in which he nodded eagerly.

you grabbed his headphones from the kitchen counter, putting them on his ears as he grabbed his ipad, you gave him a kiss on the head.

you leaned against the doorframe, and gave the garden another look — your eyes flicking between kelce, topper, and rafe like you were weighing which of them mattered enough to speak to. spoiler, none of them did.

“that’s my beautiful wife right there,” rafe muttered, bringing his drink up to his lips.

topper smirked, glancing back at you. “still not sure how you pulled her.”

“i knocked her up at seventeen,” rafe replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “and never let her leave.”

they laughed, but it was true. you’d had teddy at seventeen. scared shitless, defiant as hell, and already wearing luxury perfume your friends couldn’t pronounce. you were fire and ice and fake lashes. somehow, through the coke and the fighting and the storm of growing up too fast, rafe stayed. stayed and built a kingdom around you.

and now — seven years later — here you were. in the house you both designed, sipping your matcha, with a business in your name and two kids who called you mama and a husband who never stopped spoiling you.

you finally stepped out onto the patio, sunglasses in place, your lips glossed. “topper. kelce,” you greeted, voice silk-wrapped poison. “didn’t know they was letting the strays through the gates now.”

“we told security we were here to see the ceo,” kelce grinned.

you raised a brow. “must’ve been a slow day.”

rafe stood as you walked past, placing a hand on the small of your back like muscle memory. you leaned up, kissed his cheek, and whispered something in his ear — too low for the others to hear. whatever it was made rafe smirk.

“i’m taking the g-wagon,” you said aloud. “meeting a client for a consultation. if aurora wakes up, don’t let her eat gummy bears before dinner. she’ll lie about how many she had.”

“noted,” rafe said, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

you turned to the boys, eyes cool behind your designer shades. “you boys have fun talking about the glory days. don’t forget your wives have access to your bank accounts now.”

with that, you walked off, heels clacking against the stone, legs out for miles. topper stared, “she scares me.”

“yeah,” rafe followed his gaze, “me too.” but he loved it.

[lovesickhughes]

hole in one | luke hughes

SUMMARY: when luke stumbles into your work, playing a round of golf with his friends, asking you out isn’t the only par he’s hitting

pairings: luke hughes x fem!reader | warnings: noneeee | wordcount: 2.6k

author's note: she has risen! sorry for the long note, but oh my gosh, you guys i am so sorry for falling off the face of the earth and not posting for what was almost TWO MONTHS (trust me it ate me alive). life got so busy for me, with work and social plans that i didn’t have the energy nor time to sit down and write, and for a while i really struggled with inspiration. my two fav girls hallie @lilhughesy & isa @isaadore are such amazing ppl that inspire me everyday and are so supportive of me and my writing, i don’t think i would have been able to write something without them. i am fortunate enough to have gathered enough of my creativity to put together this fic, and i find it so cutesy and adorable, i hope you guys love it, pls validate me, ok love you bye

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You were busy— or so you would like to think— when you heard the mdoor open, feeling the rush of warm, humid summer heat pass through, and when you looked up to greet the next round of golfers, one immediately caught your attention.

He was tall, had messy curly hair that was restrained by the hat on his head and he wore a white polo shirt, along with khaki shorts and a white pair of golf shoes.

His clubs were slung over his shoulder, his arm securing the weight with a hold on the strap, while he tilted his head to see under the brim of his hat as he walked up to your desk.

You were used to welcoming in a fair share of your stereotypical golfers, prominent tan lines, rich laughs– the whole ordeal that came alongside working at a private golf course, but something about the tall brunette that had walked in intrigued you.

A member of his group approached you, reading out their tee time and name along with the number of golfers in the group, and you gave the group a run down of the rules and instructions. And while doing so, you couldn't help but feel the certain someone's gaze lingering as you spoke.

"And as usual, there's a number on the golf cart to call us up front if you need any help hitting anything under par," You joked, effortlessly hitting your go-to one-liner that caused a chain reaction of boisterous laughs from older groups of men.

The group laughed and thanked you, accepting the rental keys to the carts before escorting each other to the depot to begin their round.

While you reached for your water to quench your drying throat, you noticed one member hadn't followed his group out, that just so happened to be the tall brunette that caught your attention– and immediately your brows furrow in concern.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" You asked politely, smiling brightly and letting your customer service persona guide you through the conversation.

He shook his head, "Oh no, sorry, I was just wondering if you had any extra tees I could snag off you, I left mine at home." He questioned, shifting weight nervously between his feet.

You nodded eagerly, "Of course! Yeah! Here," You say, reaching for the extra bags of tees, put together for easy accessibility to the golfers and handing him the bag– your attention being sent to the brush of your fingers against his own.

"Great, thanks..." The brunette paused, his eyes now searching yours.

Your smile grew wider, flustered by his unexpected gesture.

"Y/n."

"Thanks, Y/n. Maybe I'll see you around." He thanked, walking backward before exiting through the doors to catch up with the others in his group.

You awkwardly nod and wave goodbye, confused by his antics, but nonetheless continue to work away, every so often watching the time pass by— knowing soon enough that the same brunette would be back in no time.

To your luck, the rest of your shift passed quickly and smoothly, with no crazy obstacles appearing along the way, and an efficient closing up for the night.

But as the clock further spun, you began to realize you hadn't come across the unknown brunette from before, a sinking feeling growing in your stomach in disappointment.

You knew you had gotten in your own head and created this idea that he would magically reappear, but as you watched the clock soon approach the hour that the country club would close, the realization had sunk in that the encounter you had hours ago, was a mere glimpse of what could have been.

As you turn to head to the staff room to collect your belongings, you hear the door rattle as it usually does when someone pulls on the handle to open it. Turning your head, ready to relay the same information to the last round of golfers that tried to come in for dinner after their eighteen holes, but to your surprise, it was only one golfer– the one and only golfer you had wished to see. 

"Hey, Y/n, right?" He called out, chest heaving as if he had just come running to the building. The air had gotten caught in your throat when your eyes met the familiar brown ones of the unknown golfer from hours ago.

You turned your body fully to face him, hands resting on your hips. "Yeah, how can I help?" You asked skeptically, eyes squinting in confusion.

The brunette stood taller in his stance, rolling his shoulders back as if he were preparing himself, "Oh, I just wanted to catch you before we both left, I uh– wanted to know if I could get your number, and maybe take you out sometime." He smiled awkwardly, his cheeks flushing with pink as he chewed on his bottom lip and fumbled with his own fingers.

A smile grew on your face and the spin that your stomach did at the question didn't go unnoticed.

You walk towards him, pulling out your phone and handing it to him with the contacts app open, "Sure, yeah. Here you go." You offer and you watch him nervously type in his number and name before handing it back to you, the once nervous smile now fading into a confident grin.

"I gotta get going, the boys are gonna wonder where I went. I'll text you, 'kay?" He said as he slowly walked backwards towards the entrance, and you couldn't help the grin on your face from spreading farther as his eyes never left yours.

"Sounds good," You paused, glancing down at your phone that's screen displayed his name for you to call, "Luke. I'll see you around." You smiled, letting out a breath of relief after successfully opening an opportunity for you to get to know the once mysterious man.

You proceed to grab your things from the staff room and head out for the night, making sure to text the new number in your phone with your name and a smiley face beside it.

。·:*:･ﾟ✧,。·:*:･ﾟ✧

It didn't take long for your phone to chime with a notification from Luke. It was the next day when he had texted you asking when you were free next, mentioning how he would be in town for a couple more weeks before flying back out to New Jersey where he currently lived.

You couldn't help but feel your cheeks ache from smiling so hard at the messages being exchanged, and soon enough, it was agreed upon by each of you that he would pick you up Friday evening and take you to the local driving range.

You took in your appearance one last time in the mirror before checking your phone to see the text that he had arrived, your feet carrying you eagerly down the stairs to your front door. 

The knock on the door echoed through your quiet living room, and you waited a few moments before unlocking the door and slowly swinging it open to reveal the man you couldn't wait to see.

"Hey, how's it going?" He said politely, hands in his pocket as he swayed on his feet.

"I'm good– I'm excited. I haven't been to the range all summer because of work." You smiled, stepping outside and closing the door behind you.

"Well hopefully you don't have your work cut out for you," He chuckled his hand coming up behind you to the small of your back as he guided you towards his jeep that was parked on the side of the road.

"Is that a challenge?" You quipped, raising an eyebrow at his comment, only to see Luke shrug in response as he walked around to the driver's side of his vehicle.

He unlocked his car, swiftly opened the trunk where his clubs were laid, and followed you to the side of your house, insisting to carry your clubs with ease, much to your protest.

Soon enough the two of you were on your way to the driving range with the windows rolled down and music playing through the speakers at a comfortable volume.

When you got to the driving range, it was another playful argument over who would carry your clubs for you, and yet again, you were left following behind him, empty-handed with your arms crossed over your chest in dismay.

He gracefully asked for two buckets of golf balls, letting you carry those for your own peace of mind, and guided you to the last two open slots of the range.

Setting up, you both got ready to swing, adjusting your stances and leveraging your golf balls far out into the field.

That went on for a few minutes, before you each paused to grab some water– the warm summer heat adding to the exercise.

"So, when did you decide you were gonna ask for my number?" You asked as you sat next to him on the bench, taking a sip from your water bottle.

Luke chuckled, glancing down to his lap before meeting your eyes. "As soon as we walked in that day." He answered shyly.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, "Really? And it took you a whole five hours and eighteen holes of golf to actually do it?" You asked through a laugh, nudging his side playfully.

His eyes squinted, "Hey, I can't help it, we had a tee time to get to, and plus, I didn't know how you would respond, so I needed time to think it through." He reasoned.

“Well I’m glad you thought it through,” You said as you nodded your head, understanding, before standing up and taking your driver to the slot of fake grass, placing the tee into the mat and adjusting your stance to prepare to swing.

Luke cleared his throat, quickly standing up after you and walking towards you, "Woah, here let me help you with your form." He offered, hands reaching out to you. You stood up straight from your leaned over position, brows furrowing teasingly.

"What, are you saying that I have bad form? I work at a golf course for crying out loud." You joked, letting out a laugh.

Luke's eyes widened, quickly shaking his head, "No, no, no. You have great form– perfect actually." He stuttered. "Let me just help a tiny bit."

You nodded, going back to your previous position. Luke walked up behind you, his tall figure hovering over you, making you feel small against him. Heat grew to your cheeks when you felt his arms slide over your own, lightly gripping at your wrists to adjust your grip, the feeling of his back against your own not going unnoticed.

Your breath was caught in your throat as he softly mumbled corrections into your ear, telling you to slightly shift your weight, followed by a "there you go."

"'Kay, now try that." He prompted, stepping back to allow you to swing, and when the club came in contact with the tiny white golfball, the sound that echoed through the driving range was enough to have heads turned, watching the ball soar far into the field.

You couldn't believe it, it had to have been your best shot ever in the time you had been golfing. In disbelief, your head shot back to where Luke stood, a wide grin on his face at the outcome.

"Did you just see that? That was the farthest I've ever hit!" You exclaimed, jumping up in excitement, rushing over to Luke and engulfing him in a hug.

His hands came to wrap around your waist, hugging you tight for your accomplishment, before delicately pulling you away from him to meet your eyes.

"See? I didn't think you had bad form, just needed the Luke touch to make it ten times better." He smirked teasingly, making your eyes roll. You couldn't help but feel the sensation light through you at the feeling of his hands resting on your waist, and being so close to him, it was as if you were pulled into this trance of pure bliss.

Blinking, you were pulled back to reality, smiling widely at your own achievement before reaching a hand over your head to high five him.

The night went on for a while longer, getting a few more practice swings in before your buckets were empty and you both were ready to call it a day.

When you got into the jeep, the sun was just setting, leaving the sky a glowing orange and yellow colour, catching your attention.

"Look at the sky, ugh– it's so beautiful." You compliment, staring out the window of Luke's jeep.

You turn back to Luke, who's already watching you, a soft smile written on his face. "If you want, I could take us down to the dock by my cottage and we could just hang out there for a bit," He offered. A smile grew on your face, and without a doubt, you nodded your head.

When you pulled up to the dock, the sky had transformed into an even more beautiful sight than before. Luke and you both hopped out of his jeep, Luke's long legs carrying him around the front to your side, holding out his hand for you to intertwine with as you walked down to the end of the dock.

Sitting on the wood planks, you sit shoulder to shoulder in silence as you both took in the view.

Luke turned his head to look at you, unbeknownst to you who admired the colours of the sky, while he took in your beauty.

Feeling his gaze on you, you turned to him and chuckled nervously, "What are you looking at?" You asked softly, the sounds of the water and nature echoing across the expanse of the lake.

He shrugged, "Just how perfect you look right now," Earning a roll of your eyes, feeling the heat fill your cheeks. "I'm glad you said yes to going out with me."

"I'm glad too," You replied, giggling at how intimate the moment had become.

"Yeah?" Luke teased, reaching a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

You hummed, your eyes never leaving his, letting him tuck the hair behind your ear, your chest heavily rising in anticipation. "You gonna seal the deal with a kiss?" You asked through a breath, your faces now only inches apart from one another.

Luke tilted his head, "That depends, you gonna kiss me back?" He teased, his hand now sliding to cup the side of your face, pulling you closer to his lips.

When you nodded your head, it was in an instance that his lips were on yours. At first it was a sweet, soft kiss, but when your hand reached to the nape of his neck where his curls laid, he deepened the kiss, letting out a sigh of pleasure, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Time moved slowly as you both shared the kiss, feeling as if the world slipped away between you both.And when you pulled away, you both couldn't help the flustered laughs that fell off your tongues.

Luke leaned back onto his arms, running a quick hand through his hair, his cheeks now a dark pink and lips swollen. He let out a breath through his mouth, "Man, I didn't even go golfing today and I scored a hole in one." He said sheepishly through a chuckle, earning your head to fall back in laughter and smacking his chest.

"You're so cheesy, oh my." You laughed.

"You like it," He protested, giving you a look and your lips formed into a fine line, contemplating your response.

You sigh, rolling your eyes again, "I hate that you're right-- I love it."

Luke let out a loud laugh, pulling you into a tight hug and leaving a kiss on your forehead.

Needless to say, you were glad he scored that hole in one.  

[rafeandonlyrafe]

the bosses daughter part one

words: 1.9k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male and female receiving oral, p in v sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, golfer!rafe

part one / part two

“who is that?” rafe asks, leaning forward to get a better view of the ponytail that's swishing through a sea of polo shirts.

“bosses daughter.” his coworker quickly warns. “don't even acknowledge her of he'll fire your ass.”

rafe doesn't take the threat too seriously. he's mostly just working to please his dad and show ward that he can commit to something, even if it is just teaching golf lessons twice a week.

“she's hot though.” he argues back, eyes moving down your back to the short golf skirt covering your ass, accentuated by your thick thighs.

“which is why she'll never go for you anyways.” despite his coworkers jokes, he's got it all wrong.

“why hello.” you smile, walking up to rafe a while later, when he's out away from the central club and warming up with some swings. “i don't think we've met before. im y/n.”

“rafe.” he answers happily, finishing the last ball of the line off with a powerful swing that you both watch go sailing through the air. “pleasure to meet you.”

“you haven't been working here long.” you state. “im sure i would have remembered you.”

“oh yeah?” rafe smirks. “and why's that?”

your cheeks tinge with blush but it doesn't stop your tongue. “you're just my type. i already remember all the cute golf guys.”

“all of them?” rafe raises his eyebrows. “you're already making me jealous, princess.”

“well, if it makes you feel better you're the one i left the club to find.” you hum out, leaning your hip against his golf cart.

“and it would make me feel even better if you found me again after my lesson.” rafe looks at the 10 year old he's been teaching as he trods through the grass. “don't want your dad to get mad about me missing a lesson, though i would for you gorgeous.”

you smile, biting your tongue to stop yourself from continuing to flirt as the mother of the young golfer crests the hill. you watch the lesson for a few minutes before retreating back to the country club.

“any of the guys giving you shit, y/n?” your dad calls as you enter into the bar area, of course sat chatting with a customer and longtime family friend, which was the category most of the clientele

fell into.

“nope.” you answer, popping your p. “i was just watching a lesson for a bit. cute little kid and the instructor was real nice. i think he's new.”

“rafe?” your dad raises his eyebrows and you don't miss his friend chuckling. “you stay away from him y/n.” he says sternly.

“ugh, you tell me to stay away from everyone dad.” you roll your eyes dramatically.

“exactly.” your dad says, giving you a pointed look. 

you give him a pout right back and leave the room, finding a quiet spot to scroll on your phone as you wait for time to pass, ready to not take your father's advice.

you figure rafes lesson must be over by now and make your way back outside, deciding to ditch the golf cart and go on foot looking for him. you make it only a short distance down the main path until you spot him.

“still jealous?” you question, sliding into the passenger seat of his golf cart. rafe instantly takes off, driving you slowly away from the centralized area.

“depends on what you were doing while i was teaching.” rafe hums out, a hand reaching over to place itself on your thigh, a still respectable distance for now.

“oh, just getting a lecture from my dad to stay away from you.”

“and yet here you are…” rafes hand inches higher. “letting me drive you away from the club.”

“hopefully to the most isolated spot…” you take rafes hand and move it upwards, guiding his fingers underneath your skirt, making your intentions blatantly obvious.

“as concealed as possible, yeah?” rafe asks, hand slipping between your thighs, pressing against your core as he begins to stroke softly. “not a fan of being watched?”

“not when everyone would run back to tell my father.” you chuckle before gasping as rafes fingers change their angle to rub directly against your clit.

“then your better keep a straight face while we drive past these guys.” rafe warns. your eyes blink open, you hadn't even realized that you closed them. 

you let out a soft moan as rafe presses further into your clit, knowing that the front of the golf cart is blocking their view of his hand underneath your skirt.

“come on, at least try to hide how good im making you feel.” rafe smirks at you as you attempt to straighten out your face as you drive by, thankfully the golfers are more interested in their game than whoever is speeding by.

rafe moves to a hole that's been taken off the course in favor for new builds, waiting for it to be revamped, meaning no one is likely to be around.

“behind the trees.” you point ahead at a patch of pines that should conceal you perfectly.

rafe pulls his hand from your pants as you let out a huff of disapproval, only for him to quickly put the car into park. 

you both jump at each other at the same time, lips finding lips as you straddle rafe, hands on his neck as you kiss him passionately.

rafes hands are now free to explore without worrying about wandering eyes, rubbing down your back before dropping to grip your ass from underneath the flap of your skirt.

you can't help yourself, needing the stimulation back on your clit as you push your hips down, grinding against rafes cock as you feel him stiffening and growing underneath you.

“wanna suck you off.” you tell rafe, sliding off his lap and onto the floor of the golf cart.

“hell fucking yeah.” rafe growls out, watching with anticipation as you reach for the zipper on his golf shorts, tugging at the metal until he lifts his hips to help you pull the khaki material down to his ankles.

your eyes crinkle with a smile as you see rafes length clearly pushing against the fabric of his underwear.

despite needing him desperately, you can't help but tease him as you press kisses from his base to the head of his cock, a small wet spot already forming.

your tongue pokes out to taste him, wetting the material even more until you can't take the barrier any longer and shove rafes underwear down, allowing his cock to spring out.

you open your mouth to tell rafe how big his cock is, when his hips surge forward and his hand comes to the back of your neck at the same time, pushing your head down onto his cock.

you gag at the sudden and unexpected intrusion, but the sound only seems to turn rafe on more as his cock twitches in your mouth.

you begin to start a steady rhythm, rafes hips raising to meet yours as you get used to the feeling of his length down your throat.

“fuck!” rafe groans out. “what a mouth you got on you.”

you try to resist the urge to smile, but rafe can still feel the sides of your mouth quirking up.

rafe pulls you by your hair, raising your face up to meet his as he smashes his lips against his, not caring that he can taste himself slightly under the overpowering flavor of your strawberry chapstick.

“need you.” rafe says, tugging on your hair again.

you move quickly, standing up with slightly wobbly knees as you pull your skirt and panties down in one smooth go.

“shit.” rafe groans, pussy right at his eye level. “need to do this first though.”

rafes chin forces your thighs further apart as you fall backwards, bum landing on the steering wheel while his mouth finds your cunt, tongue teasing your clit in wide circles as you wait for him to finally pass over the bundle of nerves.

just when you think that rafe isn't going to, his tongue flicks against your clit before latching around it, sucking harshly as he looks up, watching the way you moan out, still trying not to be too loud.

“ride me.” rafe says, pulling away, knowing he could eat your pussy forever but that you both don't have the luxury of time. certainly your dad would be getting suspicious of your absence soon.

rafe leans back, allowing you to straddle him again, knees pressing into the leathery seat material.

you reach down to take his cock in your hand by the base, lining him up with your entrance before sinking down with a moan falling from both of your lips.

“god, you're so warm and wet.” rafe moans out, eyes glossed over as he looks at you, both soaking in the moment of your bodies joined together before you start to move, hips rising up before falling quickly, pussy clenching around his cock with every movement.

“you feel perfect.” you tell rafe honestly, loving the way he hits that hidden sweet spot inside of you every single time without fail.

you place your hands on rafes chest, providing you some more stability as you speed up until you're bouncing up and down on his dick.

rafes hands find your hips, helping you move up and down the second you show any sign of fatigue.

“im- i don't know how much longer im going to last.” rafe warns. he wishes he could keep going, but with already having your mouth around him, he knows he's about to reach his limit. 

“touch my clit.” you command rafe, knowing that's all you need to reach your own high.

rafe listens to your demands instantly, thumb finding your clit as he places the pad over it, rubbing in quick circles, even concentrating enough to spell out the letters of his name onto your clit.

“f-fuck!” you squeal. “keep going!”

rafe begins to push his hips up to join you, both of you pushing your tired muscles as hard as you can, waiting to see who the first one will be to break.

your high breeches suddenly, back arching as you cum with a gasp of rafes name. you push yourself as deep onto rafes cock as you can, moaning when you feel him release, cum flooding your insides as you reach your highs simultaneously.

you fall forward as rafe gives a few more thrusts to help ride out your highs.

“shit.” you whine with a giggle as your face presses into rafes chest. “that was so fucking good.”

“honestly, i could stay like this forever.” rafe says, hand squeezing your ass.

“but…” 

“but your dad.”

“ugh.” you sit up, pushing a couple strands of hair off your face that are sticking to your sweaty forehead. “i hate that you're right.”

“but my next lesson is thursday.” rafe says as you carefully slide off his cock, knowing you need to redress immediately. “if you'd like to find me after that shift.”

“hm…” you sit back down next to rafe once you've got your skirt on, watching as he covers himself back up and makes himself presentable again. “i think i can do that.”

“promise you baby, you won't have to look too hard.” rafe pulls you into one last strong kiss before taking off back towards the club.

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You drove the little golf cart around the entire course, making your usual stops, greeting customers, and taking their drink orders. You flashed your pearly whites and bent over just the right way in that mini skirt, hoping for extra tips. Your last group of players was particularly annoying: Rafe Cameron and his friends Topper and Kelce. The trio were regulars at the club, and you had the displeasure of being their bev girl nearly every time. Rafe, in particular, was an asshole—one of those guys who spends daddy’s money without a care for anyone else’s enjoyment. You’d never admit it, especially to him, but he was as gorgeous as he was insufferable. The other two weren’t as bad as Rafe. They’d throw out comments, but only after Rafe did, almost like they were trying to win his approval.

You drove the little wagon over to their usual spot, offering your greeting with a practiced smile—though this time, you flashed a little less of it, just enough to still earn the tips you desperately needed. As expected, they ordered the usual: two beers and a whiskey for Rafe. You bent down into the cooler to grab the beers, the cool air hitting your face as you heard a whistle from behind you. You turned around, finding Rafe standing there with a golf club positioned behind his neck, his arms gripping the metal ends as his biceps flexed against the fabric of his shirt. The sight made your legs clench involuntarily, and for a split second, you couldn’t help but imagine how effortlessly he could pick you up and toss you around, no problem at all.

He took a step closer, his eyes roaming your body like a man starved. “Lookin’ good, princess,” he murmured, his voice laced with lust. You rolled your eyes, annoyed but not surprised, handing him his drink before turning to walk toward the boys behind him. As you approached them, you handed off their beers, exchanging a polite smile with Topper and Kelce. You could hear them chuckling quietly, no doubt feeding off Rafe’s energy. When you turned back, you found Rafe leaning casually against your cart, his smile almost charming for a moment. His eyes lit up when he spotted you, a glint of amusement in them. You couldn’t help but feel a slight flutter in your chest, but then you remembered exactly who you were dealing with. With a sigh, you walked back to the cart, preparing to take off. “That’s right, keep walking, princess,” Rafe called out, his tone cocky, but his eyes following closely. You didn’t respond, hopping into the seat and starting the engine, ready to leave the group behind. But then, just as you were about to pull away, you heard him again, “when are you gonna let me taste that pussy of yours, y/n?” The words hit you like a punch to the gut, and before you could fully process them, you felt the warmth of his breath on your neck your head felt dizzy as you realized how close he was, his voice low and taunting, practically breathing down your neck as he leaned over the cart. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. The scent of his cologne, that signature mix of sandalwood and whiskey, flooded your space, making it hard to think straight. You didn’t even know how to respond, your body tensing as you fought to regain your composure.

“Gonna let me do it right now?” Rafe smirked, clearly enjoying the shock on your face. He’d always made those flirty little comments, teasing you about how you made his drink or how you looked in that uniform. But this was different—he’s never come on this strong before. The sudden directness made your heart race, and to your dismay, a tingle shot through your core. You hated that you craved more of it.You nodded slowly, unsure of what the hell you were getting yourself into, but feeling a pull toward him that you couldn’t deny. Rafe tsked in mock disappointment, but there was no hiding the amusement in his eyes. He threw his golf club back toward his friends with a casual flick of his wrist, informing them he’d be right back. Without missing a beat, he slid into the empty seat beside you. The engine hummed to life as you started to drive away, your mind spinning, not entirely sure if you were making the right decision—or if you even cared anymore.

Next thing you knew you were parked off not to far from topper and Kelce, it wasn’t exactly a secluded spot. Just an area with some trees and tall grass. Anyone could walk buy and see you shamelessly bent over the seat to your cart, skirt covering the way Rafes cock pushed in and out of your sticky folds, teasing the poor hole he’d been abusing for 10 minutes straight.

Rafe made to his promise and ate you out like a mad man, before. shoving his tongue inside you and sucking all the liquids you had to give him. He made you see stars with the way his tongue danced on your clit, licking and sucking. Pulling away when you came all over his face and licking his lips like he had just sucked a lollipop.

You thought that was as good as it was gonna get until he flipped you over and shoved his cock inside you. His tip hitting your g-spot instantly. His palms coming to the front of you and pushing the flimsy top you had on to grope at your breasts.

“Such a pretty whore” flipped the little skirt up and swatted your ass, watching as the skin jiggled. “Takin my cock right here out in the open, where anyone could see” he smacked the skin again, watching it turn red and groaning when you moaned in pain. “Why don’t you turn around and say hi to the camera, baby. Wanna make sure I get the good shot of your fucked out face” the sentence makes all the pleasure dissipate as you look over your shoulder to see his phone camera pointed right at you. “Just a little reminder that I own you. Ever refuse me again and the whole island will see what a slut you really are”

He thrusted his hips faster, chasing his own high and forgetting completely about you as you hugged the seat you were pressed against and covered your mouth so he wouldn’t hear you moan, your tears spilling down your cheeks as you realized you now belonged to rafe Cameron and this was his plan all along. You fell right into his trap.

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Can I request a headcanon where Joaquin Torres and his fiancée are going from the engagement to wedding planning to the wedding day? Just how they’re feeling and little bits about what’s happening during those times (organizing, the parties, how he proposes etc). I thought that would be a fun idea ☺️ thank you for sharing your writing with the world ❤️

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warnings/tags: engagement, planning for a wedding, bachelor party, sam and bucky, wedding, joaquín is a 'my wife' guy

The Proposal

Joaquín spends weeks planning the proposal. He wants it to feel like you, not a big public thing, not too over-the-top—but something intimate, intentional, and full of heart.

He asks Sam for advice. Sam says, “Don’t mess it up,” and then sends him links to rings for three straight days.

He proposes during a quiet morning walk—your favorite route, by the lake where you once said “I could sit here forever with you.” That’s where he kneels, hands shaking a little, voice low: “You’re my forever. Want to make it official?”

The ring? Simple, elegant, and perfectly you. He had it custom-made—with a tiny engraving inside that says flight path locked.

You don’t even let him finish the question before saying yes and tackling him into a kiss. He nearly drops the ring. You both cry. A jogger claps.

Wedding Planning

Joaquín is absurdly organized about the planning. Color-coded spreadsheets. Calendar reminders. He has a “wedding planning” playlist. He’s that guy.

That said… he wants your happiness over everything. “Whatever you want, amor. Just tell me where to show up.”

He insists on helping with everything. Seating charts? He’s got it. Menu tasting? He’s there. Even learns calligraphy for the invites (gets halfway decent at it too). You catch him muttering to himself while practicing swirls and “Mrs. Torres” in ten different fonts. It makes your chest ache with love.

You have planning nights where you both wear pajamas, drink wine, and go through Pinterest boards like it’s a mission debrief. Occasionally the two of you get distracted by kissing or arguing over dessert options.

He picks his suit early and keeps it a secret—but leaves a tiny token of you sewn inside the jacket lining. Just a reminder. You are with him.

Joaquín makes a list of all the things you’re not allowed to stress about. “Florist? I’ll handle it.” “DJ playlist? Already made one.” “Rude aunt you don’t want to invite? I’ll fake an intel mission.”

He asks Sam to be his best man. Sam pretends to grumble but is secretly proud as hell. Bucky somehow ends up planning the bachelor party, which is a chaotic masterpiece.

Speaking of…

Bachelorette/Bachelor Parties

I remember seeing a post about Joaquín being confused/annoyed that you aren’t invited to the bachelor party. Bucky and Sam (after years of bickering and fighting) are now an almost chaotic duo. But Bucky tries to keep the party somewhat chill, suggesting skydiving or mini golf.

Joaquín immediately says there’s a cute mini golf course you’ve been talking about, and Sam has to groan and explain, again, that you’re not supposed to be there. “It’s not a date night, Torres. It’s your bachelor party.” “But she’d love the pirate-themed hole…”

Bucky and Sam plan the bachelor party together. This is both comforting and terrifying. Sam wants it to be chill: good food, drinks, maybe karaoke. Bucky wants “controlled adrenaline.” The compromise is skydiving in tuxedo T-shirts followed by an all-you-can-eat taco bar.

Joaquín calls you three times during the party. Once to show you the sunset from 10,000 feet. Once to tell you what taco he dedicated to you. Once because he found a bird that looked like Redwing.

The Week Before the Wedding

Joaquín gets so soft. He checks off lists twice. He calls your caterer just to confirm. He keeps sneaking glances at you like he still can’t believe you’re real. “Next week you’ll be my wife. Like, officially. You sure about that?” “A little late to back out now.” “Good. I’d chase you down anyway.”

He gets sappy over the little things. You leave him a note in his shoe the day before the wedding. He finds it and immediately texts you: Are you trying to make me cry before I’ve even put the tux on??

Sam walks him through a “calm down” breathing technique when he panics the day before. “What if I forget my vows?” “You won’t.” “What if she forgets hers?” “She won’t.” “What if I cry?” “You will. That’s part of the charm.”

The Wedding Day

He doesn’t sleep the night before. Not because of nerves—but because he keeps thinking about your first date. The walk around the lake. The way you looked in the morning light. “How’d I get so lucky?” he mutters into his pillow at 3AM.

He’s the first one ready. Suit sharp, tie slightly off (Bucky fixes it), pacing near the venue entrance with the energy of someone who really needs to kiss his person, like now.

His hands shake when he sees you. Not because he’s nervous—but because you’re it. His everything. The way he looks at you makes Sam and Bucky go suspiciously quiet.

The ceremony is full of tiny things only you two understand. A quote from your favorite movie. That song you played during your first kitchen dance. His vows mention the mini golf course and you almost lose it laughing.

When the officiant says “you may now kiss—” You’re already pulling him in.

Reception vibes: First dance is sweet and slow and full of whispered I love you’s. The cake has tiny wing decals on the sides. Sam’s speech is surprisingly emotional and ends with “don’t mess it up or I will hunt you down.” Bucky’s speech is just: “He’s alright. You’re better. Mazel tov.”

Later That Night

He can’t stop smiling. Keeps calling you “mi esposa” like he’s testing out the sound. “My wife,” he whispers dramatically while brushing his teeth. “My wife.”

You curl into bed, exhausted and giddy, and he wraps himself around you like he’s afraid you’ll float away. “We did it,” you whisper. “We did it,” he echoes, forehead to yours.

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Secrets and Desires: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, enemies to lovers,

Word Count: 5k

Summary: When the world's worst person discovers your secret, you have two options: give into your hidden desires or risk utter embarrassment and shame.

Tags: dub-con, consensual non-consensual (shifts from dub con), blackmail, force relationship, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, forbidden romance (sort of?), public sex, outdoor sex, rough sex, vaginal fingering, nipple play, spanking, spitting, name calling, hair pulling, doggystyle, dom!rafe, sub!reader, sex worker!reader,

Part 2 >

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“You’re sure you don’t want one of us to go with you?”

“Yeah, you’d be walking into enemy territory, YN.”

Pope and JJ stared at you with concern, both of them carrying plastic grocery bags in their hands. You walked alongside them with a small case of beer in one hand and another bag in the other. You should have expected their natural chivalry to come into play. 

“I’ll be fine, guys,” you insisted with a soft laugh. “Really, it’s not like I’m walking through the club. It’s the golf course. It’s all old people who aren’t concerned with what I’m doing there.”

“That’s not always true,” said Pope. “That place is crawling with Kooks, and they look for any excuse to mess with us.”

He wasn’t wrong. The thought did cross your mind when you initially agreed to help deliver goods across the island. Pope’s father, Heyward, obtained things from the mainland and sold them to people. He usually employed the help of his son’s friends to get things out to the customers. This time, you offered your own help. Just because you’re a girl didn’t mean you couldn’t handle a bit of manual work. The case weighed close to nothing, and the bag felt light. While JJ and Pope got places closer to where you all lived, you’d been given The Island Club on the other side of the island in the Figure Eight neighborhood. 

You didn’t particularly care for the elite families of the island. All of them were arrogant, spoiled, entitled brats who had more money than they knew what to do with. They looked down on working class people like you and your family. While your mother cleaned houses and your father slaved away on a fishing boat, they sat in their fancy waterfront homes without a care in the world. It stirred up a resentment that neither side backed down from. Fights often broke out between them. It only took a few rude words, and suddenly fists went flying. You’d argue Kooks often went after Pogues, since most of your kind didn’t bother with them. They’re too busy grinding to care what a bunch of losers in loafers and polo shirts thought of them.  

“Look,” you stopped to look at them once you reached the street, “I promise you guys I’ll be fine. Nothing’s going to happen to me. I can take care of myself pretty well, I think. Besides, I need money so I kind of don’t have a choice right now.”

“Haven’t you been doing housekeeping with your mom though?” asked JJ. “You said you were making a killing off of it.”

You hesitated for a moment. You’d forgotten you’d told the gang you’d started cleaning houses with your mom when they noticed the cash in your wallet. A voice in your head told you that telling them how you really got it was a bad idea. The boys would tease you and Kie would be disappointed that you’d stooped to ‘selling’ yourself. You had the argument prepared in your head: you aren’t physically giving anyone anything; you only take pictures or videos for horny lonely men. Modesty aside, men did flirt with you and if life gives you lemons, you make them pay to see you naked. 

“Yeah, but most of that goes to our house and bills,” you said. “I want some spending money of my own.”

“At the risk of, you know, having to deal with Kooks?” asked JJ. 

“Yeah, and remember Rafe.” 

The name alone gave you pause. Immediately, a picture of a young man with dirty blond hair and a sly grin came to mind. The Kook Prince took up space in your head in a way no other guy did, and you hated it. 

“Rafe’s not a problem,” you said quietly, forcing out memories of every interaction from your head. 

“Um, he is? The dude sticks to you like fly paper whenever he sees you,” JJ continued. “He’s always…like, all over you and flirting with you. Sure, you’re usually with us so like he doesn’t try anything but what if he catches you on your own? He’s bigger and stronger than you.” 

You could hear the insinuation between the lines. Guilt and shame kept you from muttering, ‘Oh, if only somebody would’. 

“I can take care of myself, you guys,” you said instead. 

“We know you can, YN,” JJ said worriedly, “But Rafe’s different. The dude’s a fucking psychopath. He isn’t going to care that you’re a girl.” He then made a final decision when you got to your car. “I should go with you. You know, protect you.”

“You have your own deliveries to make, JJ,” you said softly. Something deeper than friendly concern lingered in JJ’s bright eyes. “I’ll see you guys later.”

“Be careful,” he warned. 

“Will do!”

While you found their concern endearing, you didn’t see the real problem. Sure, Kooks liked to give Pogues a hard time whenever they shared a space, but nothing particularly bad ever happened to you. The worst you’d gotten was rude comments or cat-calls from boys, which you dodged and handled perfectly fine. You weren’t scared of a bunch of rich kids in bermuda shorts and boat shoes. Starting your old, beat up car, you drove towards the Island Club. Mrs. Norton requested the food be taken to the club’s kitchen, and she’d have somebody pick it up from there. God forbid she interact with a Pogue. It worked out for you since Linda and Susan might sneak you a plate when you show up, and you wouldn’t have to deal with Mrs. Norton’s annoying yapper of a dog. The possibility of running into any Kooks you knew was low, and that worked out for you just fine. 

‘But Rafe’s different. The dude’s a fucking psychopath. He isn’t going to care that you’re a girl.’ 

JJ’s words of caution came back to you during your drive. Like a fly around spilled soda, Rafe Cameron constantly hovers over you until shooed away. This left you rattled at times. Rafe never actually touched or did anything inappropriate to you. He never threatened to hurt you or even said anything particularly nasty. But, he didn’t have to do that to annoy you. Him being a Kook and you being a Pogue, you’d think he’d have no interest in you outside of the usual bullying. At first, you believed his shameless flirting as a joke to get under your skin. A guy like Rafe couldn’t possibly really be interested in you. Yet, certain times made you think otherwise. 

‘Go out with me, YN. I’d treat you like a princess.’

‘Ditch those Pogue losers and hang with me. I got some good shit you could try.’ 

It struck you as odd when this happened. He’d sound so sincere. You’d notice a certain light come over his eyes when he spoke to you. Like JJ said, he gravitated towards you when you came into contact. You caught the sense that once he saw you, nothing else mattered. Suddenly, you became his entire world and he only wanted to be around you. Oftentimes, John B, Pope or JJ told him off for talking to you. When you thought about it, there wasn’t much harm in simple conversation. You bet plenty of Kook girls would love his attention. Every time, you deny your interest and make an off-hand comment about him. But, every once in a while, the guy weaseled his way through and lived there rent free. 

Because, Kook and Pogue rivalry aside, Rafe was good looking. You never admitted this to a soul, not even Kie. To say it out loud was to admit that you desired somebody you should hate. Rafe tormented your friends constantly. He bullied them and beat them at times. He’s a psycho who hurts people to make himself feel more powerful. You should not want him or even think about him. But, he snuck into your head whenever you made content. Him and his strong arms and large hands came to you while you squirmed and wiggled around on your bed. The fantasy brought you to the hardest of climaxes, then doused you in ultimate guilt. 

‘He’s a creepy jerk,’ you heard Kie, another friend, say in your head. ‘Do you see how he looks at you? It’s weird.’

Yes, you did know how he looked at you. Sometimes, he stared with fondness and longing in his eyes, and other times with pure lust. Both left you shaken and aroused at the same time. Did you sometimes wonder what it's like to be a Kook and have financial security? Yes. Was Rafe Cameron sometimes in those daydreams? Also yes. It intrigued and sickened you, like watching a car wreck or seeing a particularly violent scene on television. You could not stop thinking about it regardless of how you felt. But, you knew better. You came from different worlds, and truly, he lusted after you, not loved you. 

How would you feel if he did, though? 

Driving in through to the Figure Eight, your phone buzzed in the cup holder. Taking a quick moment to look, you smiled at the notification. 

‘24 new comments, 23 tippers, 17 new subscribers!’

Curiosity got the better of you while you waited at the light. Honestly, when you first created your OnlyFans account you didn’t think you’d make much money off of it. You’d seen people much better looking than you flounder in numbers, but you’d learned that had to do with mid-level content and poor promotion. After much trial and error, figuring out your niche and what worked, you started doing surprisingly well. Not only on OnlyFans, but on your other secret socials. While you did used to worry somebody might figure out it’s you, you learned with heavy makeup techniques, wigs, and angles, you could hide your identity pretty well. The money and comments came pouring in right after that. 

‘You look so pretty all tied up!’

‘Let me ruin you, baby.’ 

‘I have a gun I could stick up that slutty cunt.’ 

Every picture and video further cemented the idea that this must stay a secret. It’s one thing to merely be taking suggestive photos. It was another to make videos choking on large dildos until you cried or photos of you naked with dirty words written on your body. What you’re into might shock people, and you cringe with embarrassment when you think about their reactions.

You pushed it from your mind as you continued your way to the country club. You thought about ideas for your next spicy bundle when you started walking through the golf course. A long expanse of hills and sand dunes, the Kooks could rest and relax while hitting small white balls into holes. You didn’t see many people, and those you did see were too far away. Good. You didn’t want any of them invading your creative process. 

‘Maybe I should do something with a gun,’ you thought as you trekked down a long sandy path alongside the course. ‘But where would I get a fake one? Costume store? Perhaps a knife is better?’

“Hey, can I have one of those?” 

Of course fate put him in your way today. Absent his usual gang of friends, your guard went even higher when you saw Rafe. Perhaps you should have let Pope or JJ walk you after all.

“No,” you said, trying to hide your shaky voice. It was uncommon to find Rafe alone. The Kook Prince was rarely ever without his lackeys. However, you saw him golfing solo. “These aren’t for sale.” You tried moving past him, though in vain.

“Not even one?” He said, getting in your path. “You have so many, and I’m parched.”  

“They’re not mine,” you replied, glancing around for signs of another person. Nobody. The closest person was too far away and engrossed in his golf game. “Somebody’s already paid for these. The club is right over there. I’m sure they’ve got plenty for you to drink.” 

“Wait, wait, wait,” he blocked you with his golf club. Long and thin, you didn’t want to think about what he’d do to you with it. “Can’t you just give me one? It’s not like they’d notice.”

“I’m sorry, but no. Can you please-”

“-What’s a cute thing like you doing making deliveries anyways?” he cut you off, getting closer.

“Pope is my friend and Heyward pays me,” you answered, stomach churning. Surely, he’s here with somebody. Kooks travel in packs like wolves. “I need the money.”

He scoffed, eyes scanning over your tanktop and jean shorts. You saw the lust building in the pale blues, stripping you down to nothing. “I know a few ways you can make some extra cash, sweetheart,” he said as he lifted your chin with the club, voice low and sensual. “I’d be a regular for sure.”

“You’re disgusting,” you hissed, pushing his golf club away and starting to walk off. 

“You know,” he came up beside you, walking backwards to keep his eyes on you, “If you were my girl, you wouldn’t have to make deliveries. I’d take care of you.”

“I don’t need taking care of. I’m not a baby,” you retorted. “Besides, you’re a Kook and I’m a Pogue.”

“Okay, and? I’d make an exception for you.”

“Thanks, but no thanks.” 

“Come on now,” he moved in step with you, getting closer than he should, “Just imagine it: you and me.”

You wouldn’t. You shouldn’t. 

“I’d buy you nice things-” he began casually.

“-I don’t need nice things-” you forced yourself to say. 

“-We’d go out to fancy places-”

“-I hate fancy places-” Not entirely true. 

“-We’d go on vacations together like to Aspen or Nassau-”

“-No thanks-” a vacation did sound lovely after working so much. 

“-And I’d spoil you because my girl only gets the best,” he finalized. He stepped in your way again, staring at you almost lovingly. “Not to mention, I’d fuck every coherent thought out of your head whenever you wanted.”

This statement struck something in you that you buried deep down. “You just have to make it lewd, don’t you?”

“I can’t help it when I’m looking at you,” he winked with a laugh. 

“You’re so…” you shook your head, laughing softly in disbelief. Walking ahead of him, you said, “Why don’t you go back to playing golf or whatever spoiled rich boys like you do and leave me alone?” 

You let out a sudden yelp when something hooked your shorts and dragged you back. Beer case and bag falling into the sand, you stumbled back and hit his hard chest. Golf club trapping you by the waist, he held your jaw with his gloved hand. All breath left your body, and you tried getting it back in quick breaths through a tight windpipe. You pushed against the club pressing into your stomach, but he was so much stronger than you. Like you always imagined in your dark fantasies. 

“I wouldn’t make you do anything you haven’t done before,” he said in your ear, a caress in his voice as he spoke. “You fuck those Pogues in The Cut. Why won’t you fuck me, hm? You think you’re too good for me?”

“Let me go,” you whimpered, struggling against him. 

“No,” he grunted, “Not this time. You’re gonna pay for being a fucking cocktease.”

He clapped his hand over your mouth before you could scream. Your body flushed in a cold sweat as he dragged you into the dense shrubbery near the path. Heart hammering in your chest, you prayed for salvation but ached with anticipation. A cocktail of arousal and fear stirred as his body pinned you to one of the thicker trees. In the dark shade of the small woods, you wouldn’t be seen from the empty pathway a few yards away. Rafe discarded his golf club, confident that you wouldn’t escape him, and grinded his hips to your ass. The dark desire lingered in your lower gut, snaking its way to the center. You felt his lips press to your shoulder, kissing from the curve to your neck. 

“Rafe,” you wriggled in his hold, fingers gripping the bark of the tree and sandals sliding in the dirt under you, “Stop it. Please.”

“No. Not when you got me this worked up,” he groaned, hands going under your top. The contrast between the two hands tempted that desire more. The ungloved hand felt smooth, while the glove lightly scratched across your side. “You look so sweet and cute all the time. I can’t help it.” You cried out when the two hands caught hold of your breasts, making you struggle. “I can’t control myself when I see you.” 

That tense pressure you knew well started building once his hands fully cupped you. The thin cotton bra did nothing to hold back your stiffening nipples, or shield them from Rafe’s thumbs. You clenched your jaw to fight it off. You can’t allow this to happen. You can’t give into him so easily. Lord knows what he’ll say when he’s finished. He’d go and tell all his friends you’d given it up to him without a fight. He’ll tell them you threw yourself at him, portraying himself like the self-proclaimed king he is. But, his hands continued stroking your arousal, the sensation purring like a spoiled housecat. He knew exactly where to touch to disarm you. You swore he knew your body better than you did. Your tanktop lifted over your tits, Rafe tugged down your bra beneath them and groaned softly in your neck. The supple flesh filled both his hands, molding to their grips and squeezes like dough. The different hands worked together to entice the desire lurking within you more. It brought shivers down to your core, making you writhe against him. You couldn’t stop yourself from memorizing his touch. His rough thumbs constantly rolled your nipples and the palms that cupped them so nicely. You wondered what his mouth felt like on them. You’d do anything to feel it. 

“So much better than I imagined,” he moaned in your ear, digging his erection against your ass. Big. You could tell from the length sticking between your cheeks.You forced yourself to not grind back into it. “If only we had more time,” he kept one arm across your chest while the other went further down, “Then I can play with them longer.”

“No, no, no,” you cried, trying to escape him despite the growing need. “Rafe, let me go.”

“But we’re having such a good time, baby,” he said, “We can’t stop now.” 

You clenched your thighs to keep his hand out, though there was no need. He went for the button and zipper first. You shook your head and tried pushing his hands away as they worked on the button. Fingers hooking around the palm, you forced it off you though this hardly worked. His strength worked against yours easily, hands managing to overcome your own. Images of what he had planned lined up with videos you watched at night. Helpless girls with duct tape on their mouths and wrists crying as a masked man uses their body how he pleases. Girls weeping and pleading before a hard cock is forced down their throat. Every time you wished it was you being treated that way. You mirrored a lot of them in your own content, knowing how much your subscribers liked it. You told each one you pictured them doing it to you, but you really only saw Rafe. 

“I don’t know why you’re fighting me this much,” he said, easily undoing the button and ripping down the zipper. “Isn’t this what you like? Isn’t this what turns you on?” He pushed the side of your face into the tree, holding you by the neck as he yanked down the waistband of your shorts to your thighs, “Or should I have brought duct tape and thrown you in the back of my truck instead?” He laughed when you stopped moving. “You really thought nobody would ever know, huh?” He hungrily kissed up your neck to your ear, “You shouldn’t wear your normal clothes in your videos. Somebody might recognize them and realize it’s you, and then where would you be?” 

No way. No. Fucking. Way. Dread kept you frozen in place, the fear taking you out of the moment right away. How had he known? You studied his words and realized what he meant. Your Hello Kitty shirt. A magenta sleeveless t-shirt that hung from your shoulders, you’d worn it the other day to a party at The Boneyard. Rafe had been there. He’d seen it. He’d even commented on it, telling you how it’d look better on his bedroom floor. Was that when he made the connection or was it later on? He knew this secret that your friends did not. He’d hold it over your head now. 

“What? You didn’t think your little double life would stay a secret forever, did you?” he asked in your ear, hand running down your back to your ass. “I’m there surfing the CNC tag on Twitter, right? Just minding my business, my dick in my hand, and wanting to see a sweet girl get wrecked by a total stranger,” he gave one cheek a smack, sending ripples through you, “When I see this one video from a profile I didn’t know. No face, but she was on her knees, only wearing that cute shirt while riding a big dildo.” His gloved hand started pinching your nipples again while the other groped your backside. “She was crying and saying it was too big. She said cute things like ‘stop it hurts’ and ‘don’t make me keep going’. She kept looking off camera as if somebody behind it was making her do it. I don’t think I came so much before.”

You knew what video he was talking about: a teaser for a story video you’d filmed. In it, you pretended as if someone behind the camera was making you film the video. It’d gotten tons of views and pleas for similar videos. 

“After I came so hard I couldn’t see straight for a second, I realized I knew that girl,” he pulled your panties aside to reveal your wet sex. “I recognized the shirt. I knew the voice even though she tried disguising it by talking in a higher pitch. It was you.” He kissed the space beneath your ear, thumb rubbing your nipple, “My YN. I then found out that you had an OF and Pornhub account where you posted more stuff like that. It’s almost embarrassing how much I spent on your content.” 

Rafe held you by your hair, ponytail wrapped around his hand as he forced you to arch your back. You tried shimmying away when his hand cupped your sex, fingers rubbing the pooled wetness there. The thought of Rafe spending his daddy’s money on you did give you a stroke of pride. You bit down on your lip when he slid two fingers between the lips, caressing the button hidden inside. 

“I know I got the biggest hard on when I realized it was you,” he said as he stroked your throbbing clit. You heard him spit to make you even wetter. “Sweet, innocent YN whose so soft spoken and dainty,” he smirked when his rapid touches made you shift against the tree, “Taking pictures of herself doing the naughtiest things imaginable. I never would have guessed that of you.”  

“Rafe, just stop. You don’t have to do this,” you wept, moving around on his hand and moaning softly. 

“Fuck yes,” he groaned in satisfaction, “Say that again. Beg me to stop. Tell me it hurts and you want me to stop.” He shoved a finger deep inside, pressing right up into you and you tightly gripped the tree. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please,” you said, adding a whimper for the extra effect. “Rafe, stop,” you made a futile attempt to push his hand away which made him chuckle. “Take it out. I won’t tell anybody, please, stop.” 

You forced yourself not to focus on how his finger massaged your walls in each push or how he reached right up inside you. Plenty of guys did this before. It didn’t make him special in any particular way. But, as his gloved hand groped your breast and his other hand sunk a second finger inside, you swore it became mind bending. He didn’t move with the delicate, gentle touches of other guys. They always treated you like a porcelain doll, handling you gently and treating you nicely. They listened to what you wanted, which you guess you liked sometimes. Unlike them, Rafe didn’t seem to care much for tenderness. His finger went fast and deep, palm slapping your ass in each move. The entire experience pulled you out of reality. You always imagined it, but didn’t think you’d ever do it or it’d happen to you. 

“I think someone is about to cum for me,” he groaned in your ear, tweaking your nipple and fingering you faster. “Are you about to cum, baby? Hm?”

“No-No,” you said, eyes closed as your orgasm approached. 

“You’re right, you’re not,” he said, “Because you’re cumming on my dick first.” 

“No! No, Rafe, please!” you gave a panicked voice that you knew aroused him more. 

“Shut up,” he smacked your ass hard, earning another cry, “You’re getting this either way, so you just stay put and take it.” 

You let out a pitiful whine when he removed his fingers. A sudden emptiness came before something thick pressed to your pussy. Rafe rubbed and tapped himself on your clit, the tip lightly kissing the nub each time he slid over it. You hated how wet he’d made you with almost no effort. You hated knowing he’d likely hang this over your head whenever you met. Logic told you to scream out for help or force him to stop somehow. Yet, the heat flaring in your cheeks and radiating between your thighs argued against that. It yearned to have him fully inside. You’d wanted this for longer than you’d care to admit. It’s why you stayed still when he fully sheathed himself in your cunt. 

“That’s it,” he said, keeping you against the tree as he continued the pace of his hand. “That’s it, slut. Take all of it. Take every fucking inch of me.”

“Raf-Rafe,” you wept, embarrassment mixing with your desires, “Please…”

“‘Please’ what? ‘Please fuck me like the slut I am, Rafe’? Is that what you wanted to say? Hm?” he asked, giving your ass a harsh slap. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna do that. I’m gonna fuck you like this all the time.” He held you by your hair, his fingers keeping a good grip on you, “Because this is mine now, you understand?” He spanked your ass again, the sound loud and the sting sharp. “Your holes are mine to fuck whenever I want. You could have made this easy and just been my girl; let me take you out, treat you nicely, be a good boyfriend to you, and all that but no. You didn’t want that. You wanted to be treated like the slutty Pogue you are, so that’s what you’re getting.” 

His shaft stretching you out, the length filling you completely drove you crazy with need. You thought your entire body might have been electrified with how his tip brought constant pangs of pleasure. The hand in your hair moved back to your throat, fingers grasping each side as he cut off a bit of air. Soon enough, the only sounds either of you heard were his hips slapping against your ass and your restrained moans. The head of his cock kept pushing right to your g-spot, as if it knew where it was the entire time. Each time they met, you felt yourself getting closer to your climax. Your eyes kept casting over to a breakage in the foliage nearby. Anybody walking by might hear you two and peek inside. Would you call out for help if they did? Buckets of pure bliss poured into you as Rafe changed angles and went deeper, nearly bouncing you on his length. You didn’t want him to stop despite your weak pleas. 

“Please, no, stop…Rafe, please stop…”

“But we’re both so close, baby,” he said, free hand starting to work on your clit. “I can tell by how you’re squeezing my dick. Cry all you want; I know how much you’re loving this right now.”

“No, I’m-I’m not,” you tried squeezing your thighs together to keep out his hand but he managed a finger. You sobbed when it began flicking the small pearl up and down in time with his cock. You made weak attempts to push him off, even though you needed him closer. “I’m goin-going to tell some-someone.”

“Who would believe you?” he challenged, his voice bringing you to the edge. “Who’d believe a slut Pogue over me? Peterton would take one look at you and know you wanted it. Because you do,” he started going faster, moaning along with you as he grew closer, “Deep down you’re a little whore that can’t get enough dick.”

“I’m going to tell her and you’ll get into a lot…a lot of trouble…”

A sudden sensitivity hit your clit as your orgasm came. Your entire body quaked, and you lost feeling in your legs for a moment, unable to stop as it rushed over you. That singular pulsing in your body became your only focus, followed by the way his finger kept teasing your clit as you came. You couldn’t recall the last time anyone made you cum this way. His grip on your hip tightened, and you felt him start giving a few final thrusts. 

“Don’t,” you wept, shaking your head as you knew what he was going to do. “Not inside. Please, Rafe, not inside.”

You tried pushing him away but it was too late. With a few low groans and hard shoves, that thick warmth started shooting into you. You felt him stiffen right behind you, his warm body pressed up to yours. Giving whimpering cries, you hid your face in the crook of your arm. Rafe did not even stop once he finished. He withdrew just to rub over your oversensitive clit, gathering up leaking cum to push back inside. You didn’t want him to stop. You barely scratched the surface of what Rafe Cameron was capable of doing to you. 

“You did it inside,” you said, voice muffled by your arm. 

“You’ll get a mouthful next time,” he breathed heavily, head resting on your shoulder. 

Finally, he withdrew and released you. You stayed against the tree as if it were the only stable thing left. Shame once again filled your gut. You didn’t want to think about what your friends would say if they learned what you’d done. They’d be shocked to say the least. Yet, even with the embarrassment, you felt satisfied. More than with any other guy. 

“This is what you’re going to do now, slut,” he said in your ear, keeping you trapped in his arms, “You’re going to delete your little OF account. You’re going to take down your Twitter and Instagram.”

“I can’t. I need the-”

“-I don’t care. You’re my girl now, and nobody sees you naked except me,” he forced you to turn around and face him. He put his hand back between your legs, rubbing your sore sex gently. “You only take your clothes off for me. You only get on your knees for me. You only let me touch you,” he whirled his middle finger around your clit again, making you tremble, “In exchange, I don’t tell the entire island how YN Hanes, neighborhood darling, is secretly a horny slut that posts nudes of herself on the internet for money. I mean, I think it’s a pretty good deal, don’t you?” 

Two sticky fingers found their way in your mouth, sliding sweet and salty goodness on your tongue. Your eyes stayed on his as you cleaned his fingers of your combined juices. Letting the digits dragging out of your mouth, you made sure he saw your tongue flick to the end. By his heavy eyes and parted lips, you knew he wanted more. 

“You couldn’t just ask me out like a normal guy?” you smirked, reaching for his waistband to bring him closer. 

“Why? This was much more fun.”

He sealed your lips with his, the kiss soft and warm before he deepened it. His mouth stayed locked to yours as he lifted your shorts back over your panties again, buttoning them for you. You hummed, kissing him back passionately while he fixed your bra and top back as they were. His hands massaged your lower back and sides, soon going underneath to lift you up. Being in his arms blocked out the rest of the world. In this special place, neither Kooks nor Pogues existed. It was you and him. What he’d done might be terrible by most people’s standards, but you couldn’t wait for him to do it again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms slung over his shoulders, you stayed firmly in his embrace as you both kissed. 

How many times in your life will you meet someone who does what Rafe just did? 

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A/N: yaaay my first Outer Banks fic! Of course I pick Rafe because I can't help myself when there's a hot villain around. I hope you guys enjoyed this juicy little slice, and I look forward to doing more <3

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F1 Secret Santa 2023 Summary

Lance to Fernando: a captain hat for his new yacht and a bottle of wine

Yuki to Lance: a beanie (or toque in Canadian)

Zhou to Yuki: a Chinese cookbook and an apron

Charles to Zhou: a (second) Bottass calendar that he tried to return to Charles only for Charles to give it back to him again

Fernando to Charles: a padel racket

Nico to Pierre: a tripod 😉

Esteban to Nico: a 🥱 mug

George to Esteban: a Spider-Man travel mug, carrying case, and neck pillow

Kevin to George: a Santa Hoptimist (Danish figurine)

Logan to Kevin: a “shhh … I’m watching racing with daddy” onesie and a book about the best road trips in the USA

Lando to Logan: a Miami Heat mini hoop and basketball

Pierre to Lando: the actual gift (a headcover with Lando’s face on it) didn’t arrive in time so an “OnlyPutts” golf marker as a placeholder

Oscar to Alex: customized golf balls

Daniel to Oscar: a koala t-shirt and Christmas candies (is it still Secret Santa if your Secret Santa is impatient and spoils that he is your Secret Santa before you can even open your gift?)

Checo to Daniel: limited edition tequila

Alex to Checo: a Williams teddy bear and kids clothing plus Alex Albon Athletics sneakers

Max to Valterri: “A Simply Lovely Look at the Butt in Art” (a book of those photos of Valterri overlaid on existing pieces of art)

Carlos to Max: a vintage arcade mini

Valterri to Carlos: chilli pepper swim briefs and chilli hot sauce

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Could you do like what the ukyt boys would do for your birthday/how they would celebrate?

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contains: fluff

arthur frederick x fem!reader, chris dixon x fem!reader, george clarke x fem!reader, harry lewis x fem!reader

arthur frederick - arthur’s a planner. you act like you don’t care about your birthday, but he knows better - so he starts prepping weeks in advance. he organizes a surprise party with all your closest friends, complete with themed decor, inside jokes hidden in the cake design, and a playlist filled with songs he swears “remind him of you.” before the night kicks off, though, he gives you your real gift: a quiet breakfast, just the two of you, where he tells you everything he never says enough. “you know you’re my favorite person, right? even when you nick my hoodies.”

chris dixon - chris goes all out. balloons? yes. themed cake? absolutely. confetti poppers that go off too early and make you jump? he wouldn’t have it any other way. he organizes a video with all your friends sharing messages, plays it during a surprise dinner, and films your reaction because, of course, it’s “for memories.” he also buys you something over-the-top that you’d never get for yourself - concert tickets, a designer bag, or a weekend away. “you deserve nice things, babe. and i’m a nice thing,” he grins, kissing your cheek.

george clarke - george keeps it low key but thoughtful. he wakes you up with your favorite coffee, a lazy kiss on your shoulder, and a card with handwriting so neat it looks typed. he plans a cozy day out - your favorite brunch spot, a walk through a park or market, and maybe a surprise visit to a pop-up event you mentioned months ago. he’s also the type to get you a sentimental gift: a film camera, a scrapbook, or a book annotated with his thoughts. “it’s not flashy,” he shrugs, watching you open it, “but you’ll think of me every time you use it.”

harry lewis - harry didn’t forget your birthday - he’s been thinking about it for weeks, actually. but life got busy, and between travel, filming, and pure harry-level distraction, he didn’t get the chance to plan anything properly. still, the second he wakes up, he’s running around the flat in a frenzy, yelling “don’t come out yet!” while trying to balance pancakes, half-inflated balloons, and a gift bag with the tag still on. somehow, the chaos turns into the perfect day: an impromptu arcade date, a messy win at mini golf, and later that night, a surprise gathering at your favorite pub with all your friends. his gift? a custom football shirt with your name on the back. “you know you’re the only team i care about,” he says, grinning as he slings his arm around you. “next year, i swear i’ll plan it properly… but did i still smash it or what?”

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First day on the job

Read previous part here

Summary: You start your new job at the country club

Warnings: Swearing, suggestiveness, smut (mdni), oral f!receiving, p in v

You were getting ready for your first day as a cart girl at the country club. You felt fairly prepared as you'd been through the little training that it required. You had put your hair up in a ponytail and threw on your uniform that consisted of a polo shirt and skirt. Rafe had offered to drive you there as he was already planning on golfing and honestly just wanted another excuse to see you.

Rafe was lying on your bed watching as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. "So I just drive around asking the golfers if they want something?" you ask. "Pretty much. You just grab beers and mix drinks and you keep the tips." he says. "You gonna give me a tip?" you asklooking back at Rafe.

"I got a tip I can give you right now." he replies. you chuckle before saying "That's not the kinda tip I was talking about Rafe." "Y'all are weird." Barry says walking into the room. "You ready to serve them kooky golfers?" he asks sitting in your vanity chair after you get up to grab your shoes.

"I guess. They can't be that bad." you reply, putting your shoe on. "Some of them can be assholes. It's mainly the old ones." Rafe says. "Shit maybe for you. For people like me and Y/n all y'all are assholes." Barry butts in. "Well i'll be there so if anybody fucks with you just call me." Rafe says

"Why do y'all assume I can't hold my own? I literally carry a gun in my purse and honestly I don't even need it." you say spraying your perfume before throwing it in your purse. "Yeah maybe try not to shoot anyone on your first day." Rafe says standing up. "I'm just saying" you reply going to give Barry a goodbye hug.

You two walk outside and get in Rafes truck. The drive is long so you both make small talk along the way. Eventually they pull up in front of the county club. "Damn this place is nice. I see why y'all come here." you say. "It's alright." Rafe replies. "Okay let's go." you say.

You two hop out of the truck and head inside. "I gotta go back there" you point to a door in the country club. "Okay i'll see you later. Find me out on the course. Yeah?" Rafe says giving you a peck on the lips and a pat on the back of your thigh. "I will." you say turning to leave.

You make your way to the back where the other cart girls are. "Hey, can i talk to you?" one of the girls asks approaching you with another girl following close behind. "What's up?" you respond. "Was that Rafe Cameron that dropped you off?" the girl asks. "Yeah?" you say confused.

"What about him?" you add beginning to become defensive. "Just don't think you're special. Okay?" the girl says with a sarcastic smile. "Oh you're one of those girls." you say. "What girls?" the girl responds confused. "The kind that think their entire purpose is to get with a guy." you say.

You put your hand on the girls arm before adding "Trust me you are worth so much more than that." Y/n says with the same sarcastic smile. The girl just scoffs and walks away. "Nice talk." you mumble to herself before going to check your cart.

Once you see that it's all stocked you head out for the course. You drive for a little before you come across some golfers. You call out if they need anything and they motion for you to come over. You pull over near them and ask what you can get them.

"Let me get a bloody mary." the older man says. "I'll have the same. his friend says. You work on their drinks while asking them how their day's been. "Better now that you're here. Say, are you new? I don't think i've seen your pretty face riding around before."

You laugh off the compliment before replying "Yep, today's my first day and y'all are my first customers." "Well ain't we lucky?" the guy replies as you finish the drinks. "That'll be twenty four dollars. Cash or card" you ask. "Cash, and keep the change hun." he says handing you a fifty dollar bill.

You thank him before driving away to see who needs something next. You served a couple more golfers before you heard a familiar voice calling for you. "Hey you! Yeah you, sexy girl in the cart come here." You could see other people judging Rafe and his foul mouth but you knew he didn't care.

You pull the cart over to where Rafe and his friends are and asks what you can do for them. "I know something you could do for me." he responds. "I mean drink wise Rafe." you respond hopping out of the cart. "You got any beers?" Kelce asks. "Y'all got some ID?" you ask jokingly. "I'm just fucking with y'all. I'll grab them." you say going to the cooler at the back of the cart.

Rafe follows you and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. "You look so hot right now." he whispers in your ear. "Rafe, i'm working." you whine . He ducks his head to press a kiss below your ear before giving her a you on the ass and returning to his friends.

After you catch your breath you grabs the beers and hand them out. "That'll be twenty one dollars. Cash or card?" she asks. "Here, keep the change." Rafe says handing you a hundred dollar bill. "Rafe..." you begin. "Nah, take it." he says before leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"You get off at six, right?" he asks. "Yeah." you respond. "Alright, i'll wait for you by the bar." he says. You drive away and continue with this routine until it's time for you to get off. You make your way over to the bar where Rafe said he'd be and you find him sitting facing away from you.

You creep up behind him and puts your hands over his eyes. "Guess who?" you ask playfully. "I don't know, kinda sounds like Barry." he says. your jaw drops as Rafe begins to laugh. "You did not just say that." you say shocked but laughing as well.

"You guys are related you two sound similar." Rafe says standing up from his seat. "Yeah right." you say turning to walk with Rafe. He puts his arm around your shoulder as you two walk to his truck. He opens the door for you and goes around to the other side to get in.

He starts the truck and starts driving towards your house. When they get to the house they see that Barry's car isn't there. "Come inside." you tell him. "I don't know it's getting kinda late and..." Before Rafe can finish his sentence you put your hand on his thigh and whisper "Please?" in his ear. "Fuck it." he says as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

You both hastily hop out of the truck and make your way to the front door. You fiddle with your keys trying to find the right one as Rafe trails kisses down your neck and lets his hands roam your body. You eventually unlock the door and the two of you stumble into the living room.

Rafe backs you against the wall and continues his assault on your neck. His hands move to the back of your thighs as he mutters "Jump" before going back to your neck. You jumps and wraps your legs around his waist as he carry's you to your bedroom. On the way you start leaving kisses of your own and even start making out with him before he lays you down on your bed.

You sit up and look at him as you both pause. "Do you wanna do this?" he asks. "Yeah, do you?" you respond. "Hell yeah i do." the two of you laugh at his response before continuing. He takes his shirt before crawling back on top of you. "You're so beautiful." he says as he goes to pull your top off as well.

He reaches behind you to unclip your bra and watches as you slide it off. "God damn." he mutters. "You like what you see?" you ask. He doesn't respond and instead moves to bring one of your nipples into his mouth while he use his hand to fondle the other. You arch your back and moans as he continues.

He begins to kiss down your chest and stomach until he reaches the hem of your skirt. He looks up for confirmation before he goes farther. You look down at him and nods before laying your head back on the bed. He pulls down your skirt and panties at the same time.

He looks down at you from your feet to her head. "God you're gorgeous." he says before moving to spread your legs. He looks at your cunt glistening with arousal and runs his finger through it. "Rafe please." you whine. "Please what baby?" he teases. "Do something." you reply.

He brings his head down to be eye level with your cunt and uses his hands to spread your folds. He licks a stripe from your hole to her clit. This makes you moan and bring your hand down to tug on your hair. "You like that?" Rafe asks. "Please don't stop." You plead holding his head against you.

Rafe inserts a finger into you and starts thrusting it in and out watching as your juices drip onto his hand. He flicks his tongue against your clit as you continue to pull on his hair keeping him in place. "Rafe please, I need you to fuck me." you say. He removes his finger and stands up from the bed to take off his pants.

You move father up the bed and spreads your legs for him. He goes to lay back on top of you but this time he takes his dick in his hand and lines it up with your entrance. He slowly inches himself in as your jaw drops and your head falls back onto the pillows. His breath hitches as he finally fully makes his way inside.

He pulls back slowly and starts building momentum with each thrust. "Oh fuck Rafe." you moan out. "Harder." you plead. Rafe decided to take your legs and place them over his shoulders as he leans over you. This way he's able to fuck into her deeper. "Shit, feels so good." he grunts out as he moves his hand to play with your clit.

"Oh my God." you cry out raking your nails down his back. "Rafe i'm close." you say arching her back uncontrollably. "Cum baby." Rafe tells you as he continues to fuck into your dripping hole. You immediately let go and gush around his cock as your legs start to shake. He continues for a few moments before he pulls out and cums on your stomach.

Neither of you say anything as they let the after shock of their orgasms flow through them. You're the first to speak. "So that's the tip you had for me?" you ask still out of breath. The two of you laugh when you suddenly hear the front door open. "Yo! Where y'all at." you both hear Barry call out. "Shit!" you say scrambling to get under the covers.

Rafe fumbles as well but unfortunately for him he wasnt fast enough. "Damn y'all don't know how to close doors or sum?" Barry says from the hallway where he can see into your room. "Now I gotta go get high enough to where I don't remember seeing Rafes bare ass." you giggle before calling out "Sorry."

A/n: first time writing smut definitely a learning curve but i still like how this turned out and hope y'all do too!

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