camercns

[camercns]

you hear an unreleased future song rattling the ground with its bass before you even see rafe cameron’s truck.

unreleased future. you want to laugh, really — you bite the corner of your bottom lip and swallow a tonne of lipgloss just to avoid it because you don’t want him to see your smile and mistake it for excitement. he didn’t deserve it. you hide your amusement by shaking your head, tapping your kitten heel as he throws his vehicle into a haphazard reverse to park up beside you. unreleased future. like he’s a teenage lana fan or something.

rafe squints out the window of the passenger side, leaning over to look you over, eyes lingering on your thighs for a second longer when he spots that you’re wearing a skirt. shit, maybe you were easy. it had been months since you’d seen him. it had been months since you dumped him.

as he glances over you his lips are parted in that classically boyish rafe-like way that made you feel something weird in your stomach that you hadn’t felt in a while. you bury it immediately, reminding yourself to stand on business.

“you uhh — gonna get in? or y’gonna keep standing there… acting like you don’t want to.” he forces his lips into a tight sarcastic smile and you roll your eyes. always the charmer.

the sun set pretty fast and it’s getting dark already as the two of you speed along a bridge. the musics too loud and he’s driving too fast like he always did — setting your nerves on edge. reaching forward, you pinch the volume nozzle with your manicured fingers and violently turn it left, turning it down a considerable amount before flopping back in your seat pointedly. rafe smirks, unabashed and open. you haven’t changed a damn bit.

“i thought you wanted to talk.” you find yourself still raising your voice a little to be heard over the hum of the car.

“jesus, i do — alright.” he’s quick to snap, but when you look at him, there’s lines on his cheeks and he’s laughing, which oddly softens you slightly.

“okay… well… i wouldn’t have been able to hear you.” you’re still defensive, albeit a little calmer.

“m’pulling up to our spot. if that’s alright with you. your highness.” he shakes his head, spinning the car round the corner to the empty lot that overlooks the water. your heart drops a little at the memories here. talking, laughing, fucking, arguing. it was always here.

he unfastens his seatbelt and stretches, hands on his buzzed head as he stares out at the tranquil waves. “shit… had some good times here, huh?” he croons. you know of all the times here you just pondered on which times he was thinking of. you swallow.

shamefully, not much talking happens next. some drone about how he’s a better man, getting his shit together and all that jazz. it feels like a rehearsed speech of sorts, one he’d gone over and over in his head to find any faults but ends up coming out all aggressive and forced in that way that was so quintessentially him. it should have made you pissed off. it just made you miss him.

your panties hang off one ankle in the backseat as he kneels between your legs, fucking that tall, thick, pretty cock up into your gummy walls. you feel defenceless, respectless as you shamefully take him and enjoy it. shit, it had been ages since you got fucked properly like you deserved— maybe you were just giving into impulses. you were simply overwhelmed, he’d used the magic he used on you to win you over in the first place and mixed it with your compulsion to nostalgia and got you right under his thumb again. his hips plap against you and you squeeze your eyes shut as to not look at him.

you don’t mind feeling him though, the way his mushroom tip stretches your insides. the way the skin of his bicep feels when you intimately and softly wrap a hand around it, gently scratching with your nails at each thrust. you can’t see but you don’t miss the shiver that runs up his spine or the soft moan that follows.

“come on. come on.” he grunts quietly to no one in particular before he hones in on you. “hey. hey you look at me alright? look at me when i’m fuckin’ you.” he tilts his head, staring you down like he could will your eyes open with telekinesis. maybe he could, because your sticky lashes flutter and your pupils dilate an embarrassing amount at the sight of him. “wanna — shit — wanna do things for you — yeah? wanna take you home. stay over at my place. just — just one night, alright? see how you feel —” he suddenly babbles, straightening his back and slowing his movements a little, all breathless as he scoops under your ass with his hands to fuck you deeper.

you groan, arching your spine up flailing your feet a little. “no.” you defy, feeling too hot as the windows fog.

“yeah. c’mon.” he disagrees like it was an opinion, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“no. don’t wanna go to your house. don’t wanna listen to you.” you spill in an emotional whine. there’d been no mention of obeying him here, but with rafe you knew subtext was everything. this is how he webs you into his trap.

he barely freezes but you notice him process what you said for a few seconds before he drops his voice even lower. “open your mouth baby.”

you do. and it’s so fast, and your tongue is so wet it’s humiliating. pavlovian, damaging to women everywhere. you blink and he’s grinning like the cheshire cat, leaning in to spit a fat glob down the back of your throat. fuck. fuck fuck fuck. fuck him. fuck me.

he stays there, nose to yours, lips nearly inside your mouth and he speaks into it, rolling his hips now nice and slow. “yeah uh, you don’t even believe what you’re saying — okay — make this easy on me— yeah? — make this — fuck, this fucking pussy — make this easy on me baby. i’m a man now.” he mumbles, nasally and familiar and you could have sworn you time travelled back to last summer when he was your entire world.

“mmghhh—” is all you could reply because now he’s angling his hips like a demon to scrape that gooey spot right near your cervix.

“you miss me.” he mouths at your lips.

“nuh—uh—ugh—”

“you miss me baby— come on.”

“. . .”

“you miss me kid.”

“i miss you daddy. i miss you!”

and just like that, the dam bursts. sure you can build a moat around your castle, but rafe cameron will always show you just how well he can swim.

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summary : rafe reassuring you that he loves spoiling you

you never asked rafe for much. in fact, you tried your best not to ask for anything at all, but that never stopped him. whether it was your favorite flowers left on your porch just because or that necklace you pointed at once and never mentioned again, rafe noticed. he remembered and he made sure you had it.

you tried to tell him he didn’t need to. that you didn’t want him to feel like he had to keep giving you things. but he just shook his head with that stubborn look in his eyes, the one that made your heart twist every time. “i want to,” he said, voice low and sure. “you deserve to be spoiled. let me do this for you.”

and when he looks at you like that, like you hung the stars just by existing, it’s hard to argue. so you let him. not because of the gifts or the surprises or the way he always seems to know what you need before you do. but because it’s him. because it’s rafe. and when he says he wants to take care of you, he means every word.

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[camercns]

summary : rafe walks outside on easter and catches his girlfriend playing with wheezie (wheezie is a little younger in this)

rafe hadn’t even made it down the porch steps when he saw you, barefoot in the dewy grass with a gorgeous flowy sundress on while chasing after wheezie, with a pink easter basket in hand. your laugh rang out, bright and carefree while wheezie squealed and dove behind a bush in search of one last golden egg.

he leaned against the railing, arms crossed, lips tugging into a grin. the morning sun caught in your hair, turning it almost gold, and for a second he forgot about the chaos of the world, about the weight he always carried on his back. all he saw was you, playing like you belonged there, like you’d always belonged with his family.

wheezie popped up with an excited yell, holding the egg high above her head. “i found it! told you i would!”

you gasped dramatically. “you’re unbeatable, wheeze! that’s gotta be worth, like, five jellybeans at least.”

“ten,” wheezie said proudly.

rafe chuckled, finally making his way over. “and who’s supplying all these jellybeans, huh?”

you turned, caught off guard, then smiled—so soft, so damn sweet it made his chest ache. “you are, obviously.”

he stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist, the other ruffling wheezie’s hair. “guess i’ll allow it,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

and in that perfect little moment filled with easter baskets, candy-sticky fingers, and sunshine, rafe realized he’d never seen anything cuter than the girl he loved playing big sister to the one who meant the most to him.

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summary — you and sarah watch the sunset together and share a special moment

“you know, i think this is my favorite time of day” she said, tilting her head to look at you. her long blonde hair shimmered in the evening light, strands falling effortlessly around her sun-kissed face. she was breathtaking, and it still amazed you that she was yours.

“yeah?” you asked, shifting closer so your nose brushed against hers. “why’s that?”

sarah smiled, her dimples making an appearance. “because everything feels softer. like the world slows down, just for a little bit and because…” her voice trailed off as she reached up, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “because i get to spend it with you.”

your heart melted at her words, and you swore you felt the boat sway a little harder, as if the universe itself sighed at how sickeningly sweet she was.

“you’re ridiculous” you teased, though the warmth blooming in your chest told a different story.

sarah huffed playfully, rolling onto her side so she was fully facing you. “you love it” she countered, scrunching her nose in that way she always did when she was trying to be smug.

you pretended to think about it, even though you both knew the answer. then, with a soft giggle, you leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose. “i do.”

she beamed, wrapping her arms around you and pulling you into a warm, sun-drenched hug. you felt the steady rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers traced idle circles against your back. everything about sarah cameron was golden. her hair, her laughter, the way she loved you like you were the most precious thing she’d ever found.

and in moments like this, bathed in the glow of the setting sun, you believed that maybe, just maybe, she was right. that the world really did slow down, just for the two of you.

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CAMERCNS MASTERLIST !

🐰🍵🫧

RAFE CAMERON

★ easter morning

★ getting spoiled

★ christmas eve

JJ MAYBANK

coming soon

SARAH CAMERON

★ golden hour

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summary : rafe surprises you during your first christmas eve together

you were curled up on the couch in rafe’s living room, a mug of hot cocoa warming your hands, the soft hum of christmas music filled the air. tannyhill felt cozier than ever, thanks to the twinkling lights strung around the windows and the large, perfectly decorated tree that stood proudly in the corner.

rafe came down the stairs, pulling on a sweater that made you smile, bright red with a slightly over the top christmas pattern you’d picked out for him. “alright, don’t laugh” he said, although a smile tugged at his lips.

“i wouldn’t dare” you teased, setting your mug down as he sat onto the couch beside you. he immediately pulled you into his side, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“i still can’t believe it’s christmas eve” rafe said, his voice soft as he looked around the room. “i’ve been looking forward to this day for weeks. just us. no stress, no distractions.”

you leaned your head against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “me too, it’s perfect. i don’t think i’ve been this excited for christmas in a long time.”

he kissed the top of your head, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your arm. “you make it so much better, you know. i don’t care about the gifts or the fancy dinner. just having you here, that’s all i need.”

you tilted your head to look up at him, your eyes sparkling as bright as the lights on the tree. “you’re going to make me cry if you keep being this sweet.”

“good” he said with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “but don’t cry yet, i have something for you.”

your eyes widened in surprise as he reached behind the couch and pulled out a small, neatly wrapped gift. “rafe! i thought we were waiting until tomorrow.

“i couldn’t help myself” he says with a grin. “open it.”

you carefully unwrapped the gift to reveal a silver bracelet, with a small charm in the shape of a snowflake. it caught the light beautifully, and your breath hitched. “rafe, it’s perfect.”

“i wanted you to have something to remember this first christmas together” he said softly, taking your hand to clasp the bracelet around your wrist. you wrapped your arms around him, holding him tightly as you whispered, “i don’t need anything to remember this. it’s already unforgettable.”

the two of you spent the rest of the evening laughing, sharing stories and stealing kisses under the mistletoe. as the snow continued to fall outside, you couldn’t help but feel that this christmas was the start of something truly magical.

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. . . somedays angel wants nothing but her big beefy older boyfriend to fuck her ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

warnings: literally just smut, kind of soft dom drew ?, them being sweet at the end <3

𐙚˙⋆.˚ 🎀 ᡣ𐭩

“nothing, guess i’m just really horny tonight.” you mumbled while on all fours on drew’s bed, wearing nothing but the pink and white lacy lingerie you picked out just hours before. you weren’t sure what had gotten into you but you were soo down bad today; you’d been prancing around drew’s house all day just waiting …. and waiting for him to get home so you could surprise him in your new lingerie set on his bed.

“oh yeah,” drew rubbed your bare ass. the wait making you even hornier and wetter. you felt bad, you knew drew liked to take his time with you, but god you just felt so impatient today. “i know you’re trying to be nice and stuff, but can you just fuck me?” you turned your head to look back at drew. your big soft eyes staring at him, so innocent and perfect, but what you just said proving you were far from innocent.

“damn baby. eager huh?” drew took no time obeying your request, the sound of him unbuckling his belt filling the room. he rubbed your ass some more, giving it a few squeezes, you couldn’t help but moan in response. “i need you drew,”

drew’s fingers rubbed your entrance a few times before aligning himself with your pussy. “yeah? my needy little baby.” drew thrusted himself into you without any warning, small profanities spilled from your mouth. “faster!” you yelled, although you weren’t sure if you’d be able to handle it. drew was big, it took you months before you were able to fully take it, and even now you still struggled some days. “you sure?” drew asked. “yes!”

drew picked up his pace, all you could do is mewl and let out an occasional “fuuuck,”. your ass jiggled against his pelvic area, the sight alone had drew going crazy. “soooo tight,” drew groaned, placing his hands on your hips to pull you even deeper onto his cock. “look at this ass. so perfect.” drew knew you loved when he complimented you, it got you going in a way that nothing else could.

“m’gonna come drew!” you shouted. times like this made you glad drew had his own place with no roomates, dorm sex was fun and sneaky, but you loved being able to yell drew’s name. “come all over this cock baby. it’s all yours.” drew replied, slowing down his strokes, the knot in both your stomachs coming undone at the same time.

“you’re so perfect.” drew pulled out, to which you groaned and plopped down on your back, a huge sigh leaving your lips. “you’re so good to me.” you pulled drew down on top of you, the feeling of being skin to skin with him always brought you a different kind of comfort. “well, you deserve it.”

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₊˚⊹˚ 𐙚 HONEYMOON

a series by rafesangelita ©

‘honeymoon’ is a series based on the songs off of lana del rey’s ‘honeymoon’ album. all fics released in this series can be read as standalones since none of theme correlate with one another. each fic has a line from each song in which it’s titled from. read each ‘warnings’ tab accordingly <3

all rights reserved. i do not allow any of my work to be copied, translated, or reposted on any third party site such as wattpad and/or ao3. violating this will result in you being blocked and restricted from my blog, along with a plagiarism submission.

this is a reuploaded series masterlist.

₊˚⊹♡ HONEYMOON

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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

₊˚⊹♡ MUSIC TO WATCH BOYS TO

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

SUMMARY: ❝i like you a lot, putting on my music while i’m watching the boys.❞ — there’s no denying the attraction you and rafe share when you two meet each other. the only problem? he does business with barry, your older brother.

₊˚⊹♡ TERRENCE LOVES YOU

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

SUMMARY: ❝i lost myself and i lost you too.❞ — after a heated exchange, you leave rafe at the height of his addiction. fast forward two years later, and you have everything rafe couldn’t give you.

₊˚⊹♡ GOD KNOWS I TRIED

WORD COUNT: 3.0k

SUMMARY: ❝i feel free when i see no one, and nobody knows my name.❞ — you and rafe sneak away from an event neither of you want to be at..

₊˚⊹♡ HIGH BY THE BEACH

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

SUMMARY: ❝all i wanna do is get high by the beach.❞ — you and rafe make a small trip to your favorite smoke spot.

₊˚⊹♡ FREAK | FREAK PT.2

WORD COUNT: 3.2k | 3.0k

SUMMARY: ❝screw your anonymity, loving me is all you need to feel like i do.❞ — rafe cameron is your top donator, having been tuning into your live streams for several months now. one night of texting and spilling too much details has you and rafe running into each other at a party.

₊˚⊹♡ ART DECO

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

SUMMARY: ❝you’re so art deco, out on the floor. shining like gun metal, cold and unsure.❞ — your attempt to cut things off with rafe only fuels him to come back with a vengeance.

₊˚⊹♡ RELIGION

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

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

₊˚⊹♡ SALVATORE

WORD COUNT: 2.3k

SUMMARY: ❝the summer’s hot, and i’ve been waiting for you all this time.❞ — rafe finally comes back home from his two-month long family vacation, surprising you in the middle of the night.

₊˚⊹♡ THE BLACKEST DAY

WORD COUNT: 2.7k

SUMMARY: ❝i got you where i want you, you’re deader than ever, and falling for forever.❞ — a deal gone wrong leads to you and rafe being stuck in the same room together.

₊˚⊹♡ 24

WORD COUNT: 3.1k

SUMMARY: ❝there’s only 24 hours in a day, and half of those you lay awake with thoughts of murder and carnage.❞ — when you accidentally witness rafe commit a murder, he’s willing to do everything he has to do in order to make sure there’s no loose ends. even if that means tracking you down and killing you himself.

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— camercns’ navigation .ᐟ

masterlist rules

nineteen. rafe's princess. aquarius. gracie abrams. frank ocean. lana del rey. role model. the marías. clairo. sunsets. french tips. wired headphones. vanilla scents. silver jewelry. rainy days.

© camercns reposts, plagiarism, and translations are prohibited and will not be tolerated

[camercns]

all john b wanted for his birthday, was to watch you cum. over, and over again.

he still wore the birthday crown that you gave him as he curls his fingers inside you, working you over once more. john b wasn’t being mean, nor was this any type of punishment. infact, he was being incredibly generous, letting you take each round of pleasure without any resistance. he simply was enjoying the show.

“gonna cum again for me?” he asks through a smile, voice deep and raspy and delicious in the way that only pushed you further to that point. with how many orgasms he’d given you, your juices dripping down his wrist — it was hurting. but the good kind of hurting that sent you into a greedy delirium of wanting more, knowing nothing but your brunette boyfriend and his magic fingers.

despite this, even in your hazy subspace you attempt to withdraw, not wanting to seem too confident incase you couldn’t deliver another. “i can’t!” you shudder through teary eyes. with sympathy, john b nods slowly — all whilst placing his thumb over your nub and stroking it in that way that made your legs shake. your legs fall open wider.

“yeah you think so? you done now bubba?” he lilts sympathetically, the kindness in his tone never diminishing as he watches your stomach tense, drawing you closer.

dumbly you respond “yeah.” with a pout that he returns. again, he wasn’t being mean at all.

“aw okay. let’s try though, yeah? gooood girl.” he croons like it’s just so simple, and for some reason it is. it was like your body knew that whatever john b said to you, you had to listen. like clockwork, he feels you clench around his digits, and your clit throb.

“m’cumming!” you admit in a quiet tearful squeak, panting as you squeeze your eyes shut. he nods slowly in approval, despite you being unable to see him.

“i know baby, iiii know.”

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they’re the same picture…

[camercns]

asking rafe “do you like me?” in the middle of him blowing your back out

the bed creaks alongside the rhythm at which the headboard jolts into the wall each time rafe thrusts but you can barely hear it over your own mewls. he’d come close to winning in the motorcycle race, and despite jj maybank impeding his near win— rafe actually seemed pretty ecstatic.

you figured he liked to hear all those people cheering his name, supporting him for once. it made a change from all those times at the country club, or the house parties where his name would only be brought up in a sour whisper, murmuring about some rumour that wasn’t really a rumour— and next thing you know rafe would totally crash out. no, it wasn’t like that this time. people looked… happy to see him.

girls especially. waving their signs and flags and pushing their chest out when he’d come by. “good luck, rafe!” they’d coo and he was so high off the adrenaline he didn’t even do much to ignore them. you let him have his moment, but now he was fucking you into the mattress — it was creeping up on you again.

“mhh—mm—mm” you cry into the pillow, his hips plapping against your ass.

“yeah, tha’s that good shit huh? you like that winners dick?” he all but hollers, out of breath and clammy as he pushes your lower back down some more.

in a daze, you respond — but not to answer to his question, to ask your own.

“huh? gotta speak up, yeah?” he pulls the pillow beneath you that muffles you aside and tosses it away rather quickly as to not impede on his rhythm.

“d’you like me?” you whine louder, as if it were a pain to repeat yourself.

you hear him heave out a breath, winded by the amount of conversation taking place at the speed he was pounding you and he slows, dropping some weight down onto you.

“wh— do i like you? what the hell kinda—”

“forget it.” you sniffle, attempting to push yourself up on your hands so you could quickly depart and wallow in the embarrassment but without thinking he pushes you back down onto the bouncy mattress, still sheathed fully inside.

“quit that. ‘course i like you, alright? why are you asking me that?”

you don’t turn to look at him, the older boy still staring at the back of your head. you shrug your bare shoulders.

rafe licks his lips. he knew what girls could be like — hell, he had two sisters after all. random bouts of sensitivity and insecurity were never more than a short stop away— so he figured you were simply having one of those. he sighs, dropping down lower to bear hug you from the back, wrapping his arms around your torso.

“you think i’d fuck you like this if i didn’t like you?” he rolls his hips again slowly, the stretch maddening and you groan, watery eyes fluttering.

“dunno.”

“everything i god damn do is for you alright? of course i like you. now do you want to keep chatting? or do you want me to fuck you. hm?” he teases, starting to up his pace again.

you were a sucker for reassurance, you truly would have loved if he went on — but in that moment, there was only one correct answer, and all you could think was fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.

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I know he's in pain but... it's giving overstimulation

(Gif made by me)

[camercns]

rough sex with rafe this, rough sex with rafe that. WHAT ABOUT SOFT SEX WITH HIM!!! deep down he has a soft side in him, just for us. no one can change my mind 😫

no cause i’d like to think he can be soft with you from time to time, especially when you’ve had a bad day or are just not feeling well. like holding your hands while he’s slowly thrusting into you, lots of eye contact while he tells you how fucking pretty you are. he’d pepper your face and neck with kisses, wanting to take his time with you while slowly rubbing your swollen clit with his thumb. your mouth is slightly agape, eyes closed while softly moaning his name as you’d feel him so fucking deep inside of you, massaging your walls just perfectly and nothing else matters at that moment. “doin’ so well for me, doll. just like that.”

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blue sweater - r.c.

(rafe x reader blurb, 2.4k words)

content smut, p in v, this gorgeous man and his afformentioned blue sweater, 18+ minors do not interact!!

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You’d fallen asleep on the couch, waiting up for him again. You didn’t fault Rafe for working so hard, you just miss him so fucking much when he’s in back-to-back meetings all day. 

The couch dips below you, pulling you from your dreams. A large, warm presence settles next to you on the sofa. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know it’s him.

“Hey,” you mumble sleepily, eyes still closed.

He’s smirking down at you, you know him so well you can picture exactly how he looks without actually seeing him. 

“Hi,” he leans forward, planting a sweet kiss on your cheek. “I’m sorry, that last meeting ran so long.”

Finally opening your eyes to meet his, you’re almost startled by the sight. Somehow, in the dim evening light, they’re more deeply blue and beautiful than ever.

“Nice sweater,” you say, reaching up to run your fingers along the hard edge of his shoulder. Even though he looks so soft and pretty right now, he’s tense, and you wish you could ease the worry that furrows his brow.

He smiles knowingly, the skin at the corner of his eyes crinkling in the cute way that makes your heart ache for him.

“Thanks, my girlfriend got it for me.”

“She has good taste,” you joke as your run your hand gently up and down his bicep, the soft fabric such a contrast to the hard muscle below. 

“Yeah, she’s all kinds of good,” he winks.

“Then why’d you make her wait for you all night?” You pout, sticking out your bottom lip so he’d know you’re just teasing.

“I said I’m sorrrrry,” he whines as he leans over you more, adjusting to bring his legs onto the couch. You make room for him instinctually, his body fitting into yours like you were designed for each other. 

He lets his full weight down slowly, sinking you both deep into the cushions. Nuzzling his head into your neck, he drags his lips against the skin below your ear so gently, it sends goosebumps racing across your skin. He can feel your excitement and starts kissing you more firmly, leaving little wet spots up the column of your throat.

Your hands splay out over his big, firm back, rubbing circles into the tight muscles. You press deep, working out his stress, and he groans at your firm touch. Your hands work slowly down his back, pressing as you go. When you reach the hem of his sweater, you slip your hands underneath. Rafe flinches at your touch, a shudder running through him.

“Your hands are cold!” He exclaims, his voice muffled.

“Oh sorry, love!” you start to pull them away, but he reaches his arm behind him and pins your palms to his skin.

“No, it feels nice, don’t stop.”

You obey, the pads of your fingers digging little figure eights into his lower back, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“What’s got you so stressed baby, hmm?” You ask.

“Just got too much going on,” he shakes his head so his buzzed hair tickles your earlobe. You giggle at the sensation, his head rising and falling with the shake of your chest.

“Poor baby,” you coo, making him smile against you. “Just need a little help to relax?”

Rafe nods against you, moving slightly to lay his head against your chest so you can run your nails along his head like you know he likes. You bring one hand up, the other still under his shirt, the motion making you open your legs wider so you can stretch. He slots between them perfectly, and when you drag your nails over the fuzzy hairs right at the nape of his neck, you can feel him twitch against your core, already half hard.

“Someone’s needy,” you hum, delighted that you can make him so hot just by touching him tenderly like this. “Want me to make you forget all about your bad day?”

“Please,” he groans into your collarbone, pressing his hips down harder so you can feel him fully against you now. Your wetness pools immediately, soaking through your panties as you arch your back and return the pressure. 

“Shit, baby, that’s so nice,” he praises.

“‘I’ve been waiting for this all day,” you confess.

“Then we better not make you wait any longer.”

Swiftly, he lifts his head from your chest and finds your lips with his. It’s hungry and sloppy, the wet skin of his lower lip sliding against yours as your mouths collide. You’re fully grinding up into him now, and there is nothing semi-soft about him, his hard cock threatening to rip the seams of his pants. You writhe, desperate to feel his length. You know it like the back of your hand, picturing his perfect cock clearly as you rock against it. You’ve got every vein, every throbbing, pink inch memorized. 

“Take your pants off,” you breathe into his open mouth.

With a cocky grin that makes you impossibly wetter he drawls, “now who’s needy, huh?”

You roll your eyes and reach for his waistband, if he’s gonna be an ass about it you’ll just do it yourself. He mirrors you, undressing you with the same shaky fervor. Your shirt goes first, he’s delighted to see you’ve opted for no bra. In the cold evening air, your nipples harden immediately, and he can see the goosebumps spreading across your torso. 

“Ohh baby, you really are freezing.”

“Mhm,” you nod, lip pulled between your teeth. “Warm me up, Rafe.”

A throaty groan rises from his chest as he takes over your work on his pants, ripping them off as best he can without standing, his boxers following. You slip your thumbs under your shorts, doubling up to slide your panties down with them until you’re bare for him. Only one piece of clothing remains between you, the soft blue sweater you bought for him. He starts to pull it off, but you stop him, your hand wrapping around his wrist.

“No, leave it on,” you instruct.

“Whatever you want, angel,” he smirks at your unusual request, but obliges without complaint.

He lays down on you again, his lips hovering over yours as he lets his cock press into your inner thigh. He’s so hard you gasp, inhaling sharply at the sweet pressure against your leg. He kisses you again, more tenderly this time, like he’s trying to imprint the taste of you onto his tongue. As he lets his weight settle on you, the soft threads of his sweater rub over your sensitive nipples, the sensation making your eyes squeeze shut and a strained moan echo from your chest.

“Y’okay?” He asks.

“It feels so g-good,” you croak out.

“What does, baby?”

You blush, feeling silly for it, but something about the soft material against your hardened skin is so delicious, you’re sure your pussy is dripping onto the couch by now. 

A little embarrassed, you admit, “the sweater on my tits feels really good.”

“It does?” He questions, amused.

“Just stay on me baby, don’t stop.”

You and Rafe have been known to argue about almost anything, but he never argues when you tell him how to make you feel good. He flattens his chest against you fully, rutting his dick against your leg, causing his chest to rub against yours as requested. Your head falls back into the throw pillows. You let him continue to move you both until you almost can’t stand the friction anymore.

“I love that,” you whimper, eyes still squeezed shut. “But I need you inside.”

“Can’t wait any longer, huh?” He chuckles. Once again, you don’t need to see him to know what he looks like, his eyebrows are surely arched high and his lips quirked to the side as he looks at you in amusement.

“Rafe I’ve been waiting for like twelve hours,” you complain.

“I know, baby, I know,” he quells you. “I got you, alright?”

Propped on one arm, his sweater leaves your chest for a moment so he can line himself up at your soaked entrance. You wait with closed eyes, bracing for impact as you know it will take a minute to adjust to his size, it always does. But he doesn’t enter you, just grumbles with annoyance as he shuffles above you.

Your quizzical eyes open to find him fumbling with the collar of his sweater, preparing to pull it off.

“What’s the problem?”

“I want to see you, but this fucking sweater’s in the way,” he explains. You lift your head and look down to where your bodies should be meeting to see the hem of his sweater hanging in the way, blocking the view. “I’m just gonna take it off.”

“Nuh-uh!” you object. 

“Baby,” he whines.

A solution comes to you, causing you to break into a wide grin.

“Open up,” you say, and he’s never looked more confused.

But then, you reach down and pull the hem of the sweater between your fingers, making his stomach flinch as you brush against it. You lift the hem up to his mouth, revealing the sight of his dick dangerously close to your entrance. He puzzles it together, and teasingly rolls his eyes before letting you place it between his teeth. He bites down on it obediently, considering a protest before looking down to see he now has a perfect angle to his favorite sight in the world.

It feels so good when he finally slides in, stretching you so deliciously and filling you like only he can, that you almost actually cry. He moves gently, considerate enough to know there’s probably an edge of pain to your pleasure.

“You don’t have to go slow,” you assure him. “Take your stress out on me, I can take it.”

“Yeah?” He tries to sound cocky, but it’s muffled from the fabric between his teeth.

The way his jaw clenches in frustration makes you giggle. Rafe usually does most of the talking, knowing the sound of his low voice in your ear makes you come so much faster.

“I’ll do the talking, just focus on my voice while you fuck me, m’kay?” You purr.

He nods in agreement, picking up the pace until he’s rocking into you, continuously hitting the perfect spot that makes you both shudder with pleasure. He’s going so hard you have to lift your arm above you and steady yourself against the arm of the couch. His eyes flit between the sight of you taking him in so perfectly and the way your tits bounce with each thrust.

You keep your promise to talk him through it, starting with, “just like that, Rafe- mmmph- feels so good. God, I can feel you so deep.”

His brows furrow in concentration, thrusting harder, desperate to drag more praises from your kiss-chapped lips. Your eyes train on the veins in his neck, throbbing with effort. You reach your other hand up and grab his chin, pulling his face so his eyes pierce yours.

“Shit, you look so good, fucking me like you needed to,” you cry.

As much as he loves the eye-contact, he’s still wearing this stupid sweater for a reason, and he needs to remind you. He matches you by placing his hand on your face, soft but firm, and directing your gaze down to see him pistoning into you.

“Oh my god, that’s so hot,” you smile, admiring the creamy mess you’re making on his shaft. “You’re fucking covered in me, baby. Made me so wet comin’ in here looking this good.”

He removes his hand from your head, looking for a non-verbal way to thank you for your compliments. He presses his thumb to your tongue, and you don’t need words to know what he’s doing. You get it nice and wet, swirling spit around his thumb with your tongue. Once it’s ready, he lowers it to your clit, rubbing back and forth a few times before forming steady circles.

“Ah- fuck- yes, Rafe that’s so-” Your commitment to keep talking falters as pleasure floods your mind, robbing you of your voice.

He knows what you need, he always knows what you need. He pulls your hand from his chin and places it on his chest, you bunch the fabric of his sweater so he can release it from his teeth.

“There ya go,” he coos. “Need me to talk you through it, huh?”

You nod desperately, confirming what he already knew.

“Couldn’t even concentrate in my meetings,” he begins, panting with the effort he’s putting in, not letting up his pace. “Thinkin’ about you here waiting for me, walking around the house in those little shorts. How am I supposed to close deals when I can’t stop thinking about bending you over the kitchen counter and fucking this perfect pussy, huh?”

His words have exactly the effect he was hoping for, you are beside yourself, moaning and squirming beneath him. Letting out the sweetest little “oh, oh, ohs” as his cock rocks your whole body. He's losing tempo, both of you nearing the edge. You bring your other fist up to bunch his sweater, too, grasping so tightly you're afraid you're gonna tear it. You clench around him as he keeps talking.

“That’s it, baby, squeeze me as hard as you can - fuck!” He's unraveling, needing to find the words to get you there so he didn’t finish first. “Fuck, that’s my good girl.”

Just as he expected, that’s what finally did it for you. You cry out his name as sparks exploded in your tummy, coming so hard you have to bury your face into his chest to keep from screaming. He follows behind you almost immediately, his hot cum spurting into you as his primal groans and grunts echo through the room.

A few minutes later, you’re cleaned up and cuddled in his bed, now wrapped up in his sweater, the stretched-out fabric engulfing you. He smirks as his hands run over the material, rubbing over your stomach and waist lovingly.

“Might have to wear this thing every day if that’s how you’re gonna react,” he teases you.

“Uh-huh,” you giggle. “Good luck getting it back.”

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a/n: omg i'm so sorry I just literally couldn't not, the chokehold this sweater has on me is unnatural like y'all don't even need to read this it was just a passion project for me. all hail Blue Sweater.

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hi !! i’ve never sent a req before, but I was wondering if you could write somethin about how Rafe might deal with puppy!reader’s bursts of energy? also can I be 🧃 anon? I love love love ur writing!! have a good day :)

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rafe catches you by the back of your shirt, stopping you in your tracks to stumble back into him. you were headed straight out the doors to tannyhill, bare feet smacking the ground when he caught you, his brows turn downwards in a confused stare.

“and where the hell are you running to?” he exasperates, turning you in his grip to face him. you’re smiling, chest rising and falling in your little sundress as you catch your breath.

“outside!” you try to tug your wrists away but he adjusts his grip, pulling you closer to him by the waist instead so that you couldn’t get away.

“you’re wearin’ yourself out. gonna be asleep by what, 8PM? again? come and get a drink. you’re hot.” he gives you a light shove to march you towards the kitchen. you stand, bouncing on the balls of your feet as he pours you a glass of water before bringing it to your mouth, gently clasping the back of your neck to hold you still. “there, alright? quit runnin’ around. gonna fall and hurt yourself like last time.”

“that was a one off!” you pout, but seemingly agree anyway, being pre occupied with trying to force him to pick you up by wrapping your arms around his neck and dragging your feet. he sighs, hauling you up as he shakes his head.

“jesus, m’not a jungle gym. you realise that right?”

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