divider creds to @gigittamic ! mdni, 18+ smut, morning sex, unsafe sex, nympho!reader, p in v, use of nicknames: baby, dumb girl, minx.
rafe cameron is a man of many strengths. in bed especially. there isnât one time where the rafe cameron has tapped out during sex. the man has a lot of fucking stamina. hell, he would probably thrive as a marathon runner.
to this day, he still hasnât been beaten however heâs gotten damn close with you.
rafe comes home from work? boom, youâre clawing at his belt. on a phone call? who cares! youâre shoving his dick down your throat. every morning, every fucking morning; rafe has to deal with your horny ass. it was like a routine to wake up with you desperately grinding on every inch of his skin.
so itâs not much of a surprise when rafe opens his eyes to you buried into his neck, slobbering all over the flesh while your hands roam free. he lets out a groan, sliding a ring clad hand down his face to wipe away all the sleep. ânever gonna give me a break, huh?â rafe flips you both over so that youâre now straddling him while heâs laid down comfortably.
âplease please pleaseâ need it.â you roll your hips needily around his lap, getting as much friction as you can to subdue your throbbing need. rafe holds onto your hips to steady you, sitting up against the headboard. youâre practically eating his face, sucking on his tongue in a way that almost makes his eyes roll back. his head tilts back and you chase his lips, he grunts and pushes you back so he could talk. âyou donât need it, you want it. dumb girl.â he mocks you with his deep sleep-ridden voice, nudging his pants down, âgo ahead then, câmon.â
âno, i donât want to fuck! i wanna be fucked, rafe! ugh you just donât get it.â you pout at him, grinding down on him a bit more quicker as the time passes. the man rolls his eyes at you. always wanting so much, he thinks. rafeâs quick to flop you onto your back, hovering over you.
âhey. quit it.â he scowls, leaning close to your face and holding your chin in his hand, âbe grateful iâm even helping you out. couldâve left you like this, minx.â the way he speaks to you is so rude. you do need that firm hand though and rafeâs the man to give you that. all your brattiness that was bubbling to the top fades when he pulls his cock out and now your eyes sparkle. rafe bends your knees to your chest, swiping a thumb over the back of your knee. he taps his leaking tip against your drooling cunt and seethes himself to the brim before you can protest more. a moan comes out of both your mouths as you feel him enter.
his head falls down, his hot breath hitting your ear. his pace starts off slow, toned hips rolling deliciously into yours. this is exactly what you needed. the way he fills you up and knows exactly where to hit makes you mewl.
âshh, shh. i know, baby, i know.â rafe coos at you, kissing the tears that run down your cheeks away. he slowly pulls back his cock, your walls latching onto him, before he pushes back in. you throw your head back at the sensation, biting your lip to muffle your whines. his eyes close for a second before he opens them again to admire you. he canât keep this pace for longer.
âgonna speed up now, okay?â you nod at him and he takes the signal to start building his speed. soon enough, youâre back to the treatment that youâre used to. his pelvis slamming down into yours while he pants into your ear. his poor back is bright red with scratches. his dick is prodding at your sweet spot over and over again. the sensation has you seeing stars. youâre so dizzy now, braindead on his dick while he pounds you into the mattress. you donât even notice his phone buzzing on the night stand but rafe does. he ignores it the first few times but then he gets annoyed. âfuck, hold on for me for just one second, yeah?â you look up at him with pleading eyes that show youâre gonna whine over him stopping so rafe clamps a hand around your mouth while he looks at who was blowing up his phone.
the clock is what catches his eye first.
shit, heâs late and he had a very important early morning meeting. rafe throws his phone to god knows where and continues. heâs already behind the clock so he might as well finish. âcâmon, baby, câmon gotta make thisâ fuck. gotta make this quick.â rafe rambles on, fingers flicking your nipples to stimulate you more while his cock rams into you continuously. âpaint my cock, câmon.â he pants out, feeling his dick twitch inside you.
you let go with a loud moan, closing your eyes as your whole body shudders. rafe follows soon behind, filling you up with his warm release. he thrusts his cum deeper inside you before pulling out and watching it drip out of your cunt. youâre all dopey now, looking all fucked out just how he likes it.
and that business opportunity is long gone by the time heâs out the door.
the birds are chirping. the morning sun beaming onto your face softly. your comfy weighted blanket protecting you from the chill air. so peaceful. a new dayâ
and another morning to get fucked.
youâre ready to stretch your arms out to latch onto your boyfriend again but theyâre not moving. somethingâs weird. you open your eyes with a very confused pout, noticing a harness that goes around your neck and keeps your wrists tightly against your back.
rafe looks back at you, slouched over the dresser while heâs shirtless with nothing but his dress pants on. âoh you up, baby?â he puts on his polo quickly, greeting you with a knowing smirk. you squirm around, whining over the lack of ability to be able touch him. youâre growing frustrated now, ârafe!â you yell out to him which only fuels his amusement over your struggling.
âah, that? canât be late again. had to do it.â rafe shrugs, patting his pockets to make sure he had everything before leaning in to kiss your cheek. the cocky expression thatâs always on his face becoming even more annoying to you. âalright, gotta go to work. behave.â and with that he leaves you there all tied up in your lonesome. very horny.
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My Body, His Choice
Rafe Cameron x F!Reader
Blurb: In which you've been arguing with Rafe Cameron all these years and that one time when arguments turned into something heated. Literally.
warning: no use of (y/n), kissing, harsh words, a bit suggestive?
note: enemies to lovers ;)
words: 445
âYou know, for someone who claims to be so perfect, you sure do have a lot of flaws.â
You threw a bitter remark at Rafe. This was clearly not your first time getting into an argument with him.
"And you, of all people, would know about flaws, wouldn't you? I mean, it's practically your expertise."
Rafe was no stranger to you. You two grew up side by side as you were the same age. You often followed your father that Ward hired to lead some fishing expeditions. You met Rafe when you were 10 and none of those years patch your rocky ways together.
âSarah is my sister, I sure know whatâs best for her,â Rafe gritted his teeth.
âAnd thatâs clearly not living with you,â you countered. âSheâs happy with us, Rafe! Iâve never seen her laugh this much when she was with Topper, it felt like she was held hostage!â
Rafe stepped closer to you hurriedly, hissed, âWatch your little mouth.â
âOr what?â you removed more space between you and Rafe, throwing your head up in a cocky way and raising your right eyebrow. Hands on the hips, smirk never left your lips.
Rafe's breath was deep and his eyes were fixated on you. You thought he'd explode but then suddenly he grabbed your nape and pulled you close, pressing his lips against yours. His breath felt hot against your skin, his grip was tight.
Rafeâs kiss was rough and hurried, fueled by a mix of desire and frustration.
Caught by surprise, you didnât think twice to kiss him back. He was infuriating, yes, but wasnât he charming? With that cocky grin and confidence whenever he stride, Rafe was effortlessly dancing between the line of tempting and irresistible.Â
Even if you find yourself rolling your eyes at his antics and cursing his name under your breath, thereâs no denying the undeniable attraction of Rafe.Â
âIâve wanted to kiss you since you jumped on that boat,â Rafe whispered between kisses. His grip on you tightened as if afraid you might slip away, his movements desperate and urgent.
You kissed him deeper, biting his lower lips as he let out a soft moan. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the feel of his lips against yours, the taste of his skin, the sound of his soft sighs mingling with her own ragged breaths.
âThen why did you pick an argument with me?â you moaned as Rafe started to kiss your jawline, and then your neck. âDo you suck that bad at flirting?â
âOh, go fuck yourself,â Rafe hissed to your neck as you shut your eyes, feeling the intensity.
âFuck me yourself, you coward.â
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Office Hours â R.C
request: Hi!! Can you write like a CEO rafe and his wife who comes to visit him at the office and he fucks her on his desk where everybody can hear her moaning his name and then he walks out all smug, leaving for the day to continue pleasing his wife at home (from anon)
CW: CEO!Rafe, wife!reader, semi public sex(?), unprotected sex, choking, slapping, degrading, breeding kink. and i think thatâs it.
likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated<3
note: CEO Rafe is so sexy to me, and this is an NYC AU, not in the OBXđ
Rafe always loved when you came to visit him at work. Your husband had a very busy schedule, multiple meetings, business trips, and visiting location sites for new businesses he wanted to open up.
It was a rarity that you caught him in the office, alone and with some time to spare for you.
So when he called you today, asking you to come in to the office to see him, you jumped on the opportunity.
âMrs. Cameron, heâs in his office waiting on you.â
You smile at Rafeâs assistant, nodding your head as you make your way down the long hallway of the building. Reaching the end of the hall, you stand in front of his office door, Rafe Cameron, CEO, is in big bold letters across the middle.
You push the door open, â not bothering to knock since he knows youâre coming â and find him sitting behind his desk, his office phone tucked between his shoulder and ear as he spoke sternly to whoever was on the other end.
He looks up, bright blue eyes finding yours as he smiles softly, âI gotta call you back.â he says to whoever was on the other end of the line, hanging up before they can even respond.
âHi beautiful.â he says, smiling and standing from behind his desk, making his way toward you.
You smile widely, shutting the door behind you and meeting his steps, wrapping your arms around his neck and lifting on your toes to kiss his lips. âHi handsome, Iâve missed you.â
Rafe melts against your lips, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide down your body, wrapping around your waist, large hands gripping your ass firmly through your tight black leggings.
He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and smiling. âIâve missed you baby, I promise, Iâll take some time off soon and weâll go to the house in the Bahamas, spend some real time together, okay?â
You smile up at him, your bottom lip between your teeth as you nod your head in agreement. Rafe dips his head down, his lips finding yours again and slowly kissing you.
His tongue makes its way into your mouth again, brushing with yours as his hands begin roaming the expanse of your body. You moan softly into his mouth when his fingertips rub against your clothed thighs. Itâd been a few days since youâd had your husband, and you were craving him, in more ways than one.
âRafe, I need you.â
He smiles against your lips, backing the two of you up until your back hits a wall. He presses his hips into you, the feel of his already hard cock pressed against your clothed core making your breath catch in your throat.
âYeah? My wife wanna be fucked in my office? Let everyone hear how good I make her feel?â
You suck in a sharp breath, mumbling a one word response, âYes.â
His eyes darken and he places his hands on the underside of your ass, lifting you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you over to his desk, setting your ass down on the sleek wood surface. You watch him intently as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off and leaving his broad, tanned chest and abdomen on display.
You reach out to run your fingers down his abs, but he slaps your hands away. âNuh uh, baby. No touching.â
You frown, letting out a frustrated sigh that makes Rafe smirk. âYou gonna be a fuckinâ brat? Huh? Just let me know, I can make you wait if thatâs what you want..â
Your eyes go wide, shaking your head fast as you say, âNo no no, âm sorry baby, I just⊠I need to feel you.â
He smirks, popping the button on his black dress slacks before working the zipper and shoving them down his legs, letting the material pool at his feet. Your eyes trail from his face down to his tight black boxer briefs, the hard, thick outline of his cock pressed firmly against the thin material.
âSee something you want baby?â he teases, placing his right hand over his hard-on, squeezing himself lightly, a low, raspy groan escaping him.
Your thighs squeeze together, your eyes glued on his hard dick. âYes. Want your cock, need to feel you stretch me, please.â
Rafe growls, taking one long step toward you. His fingers dig into the waistband of your leggings, ripping them down your legs. He hisses in a breath when he sees youâd opted for no panties today.
âFuck, you plan this? To come in here and seduce me during office hours?â ïżŒ
You canât contain the mischievous smirk that spreads across your lips. âMaybeeee.â
âMhm, my wife is such a fucking slut. I love it.â
You open your mouth to respond, but Rafe slapping your cheek has you gasping instead. The sting from his hand has more arousal pooling between your legs, and you whine, your clit throbbing with need.
âRafe, please. Fuck me. I need to feel you inside me, itâs been four days, I-â
Rafe shuts you up, his lips aggressively finding yours. He wraps his fingers into the back of your hair, pulling your head back to allow him better access to your mouth. His tongue finds yours, fighting for dominance while his free hand slides its way under your ass, lifting you up just enough so your soaked cunt is level with his hard dick.
He tightens his grip in your hair, pulling your lips from his as his darkened over eyes find yours. âReady for me baby?â
You whimper out a small âyesâ and he removes his hand from your hair, using the now free hand to grip his cock in his hands. He strokes himself softly, spitting down onto the base and spreading it around his length with his hand.
He scoots your ass further down the desk, running his swollen head through your arousal slick entrance before he slowly pushes into you. You hiss in a breath, squeezing your eyes shut as he continues to push into you agonizingly slow.
âFuck sweet girl, youâre so fucking tight and wet.â
A loud moan slips past your lips, the feel of his thick cock stretching you out making your brain short circuit.
âF-ffffuck, Rafe. Please move, need to- need to feel you move..â
A low growl rumbles in Rafeâs chest, and he slowly pulls out, slamming himself back inside of your warm, wet cunt. You gasp loudly, screaming his name as you wrap your arms around his neck, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back.
Rafe begins to roughly pound himself into you, his left hand under your ass and keeping you pressed into him while he right hands makes itâs way around your throat, squeezing hard and forcing your eyes on him.
âThis what you wanted? Huh? Wanted me to fuck you like a slut in my office, let all my employees hear you fucking scream for me?â He pauses, removing his right hand from your throat and smacking at your face again, a deep, red handprint left burning on your cheek. âGo on, fucking scream baby, let everyone in this goddamn place know who the fuck owns this sweet pussy.â
Youâre a whimpering, moaning mess. Your brain is so foggy from how good his cock feels buried deep inside you, how his filthy words and aggressive actions on your body turn you on even more. You canât form a coherent response, and this only pushes Rafe to be meaner, and fuck you harder.
He slowly pulls himself from you, making you whine at how empty you feel without him filling you. His large hands grip at your hips, lifting your ass from the desk and flipping you so your stomach lay flat on the surface now. He slaps at your ass harshly, making you scream in pain and pleasure. âAnswer me! Who the fuck is making you feel this good? Hmm? Who owns this fucking pussy, baby?â
He slams back into you, his hands firmly planted on your hips so he can pull you back to meet each of his thrusts.
Screaming his name, you answer his question. âYou! You, Rafe. Feel so fucking good! You own my pussy, all for you!â
He slaps your ass again, a dark chuckle falling from him, âThatâs right baby, I fucking own you and this sweet fucking pussy. Never forget that, aight?â
Tears fill your eyes, your pussy clenching tightly around your husbandâs thick cock as he repeatedly pushes in and out of you at a fast and rough pace. âY-yes sir. Never gonna forget it, fuck!â
The first few tears spill past your eyes as Rafe continues to brutally fuck himself into you from behind. Your walls clench around him tightly, strings of curses and moans slipping past your lips. âFuck, Rafe. Ah ah, sâclose baby, fuck!â
Rafe leans forward, the weight of his body on your back as his lips hungrily kiss at your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft skin. âGo on baby, make a fucking mess on my cock and desk, let go fâme.â
That was all it took, Rafe kissing harshly at your neck and his permission to let go sent you tumbling over the edge, your pussy tightening once more as you came undone around him.
He fucks you through your high, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he curses under his breath. âGonna cum baby, gonna fill this pretty little pussy up, make you a mama. You want that? Wanna have my babies?â
âY-yes! P-please! Want your cum, Rafe! Wanna have all your babies, fuck, please please.â
Rafeâs thrusts grow sloppy, his hips stuttering as he pushes into you a few more times. You let out a loud moan when you feel his hot cum spill inside you, painting your inner walls white.
âFuck!â Rafe shouts as his hips slow, burying himself to the hilt and stilling inside you.
Your body collapses onto the desk, the cool surface feeling good against your hot, sweat slick skin. You wince when Rafe pulls his softening cock from inside you, pulling up his boxers and slacks before grabbing his white button up off the floor.
You hear him disappear into his private bathroom thatâs in his office, the sound of the sink turning on making you lift your head from the desk.
He walks behind you, gently laying your head back down as he brings the warm, wet hand towel between your legs and cleaning you up. Once finished, he tosses the damp towel to the side, pulling your leggings back up your legs and lifting you into his arms. You wrap your arms around his neck, your head resting against his firm chest. âIâve missed you, thank you for that.â you say softly.
Rafe dips his head down, pressing a soft kiss to your tangled hair before whispering, âYouâre welcome, baby. âM yours for the rest of the day.â
You lift your head, brows furrowed in confusion when you hear his office door open, multiple sets of eyes on the two of you before they all avert their eyes to the ground. You hide your flushed face in his neck, not wanting the attention on you when you know everyone knows what just took place in your husbands office.
You hear Rafe speak, âAngie, forward all my calls for the rest of the day. Iâm going home for the day, Iâll see you all tomorrow.â
His assistant clears her throat awkwardly, letting out a quiet âYes, Mr. Cameron.â before Rafe begins walking the two of you out of his work building and to his car.
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18+ mdni, cussing, drinking & sexual themes
Saw this prompt on Pinterest and I just knew that it was literally perfect for Rafe. Lmk if you want a full fic version.
You and Rafe were in a fight, as usual. You had gone to a party with a few of your friends but, you never would have went if you knew that Rafe fucking Cameron was going to be there. You both had hated eachother for as long as you could remember and at this point, you couldn't even remember what started your lifelong feud.
"God, just shut the fuck up and leave me alone, Rafe." You groaned from annoyance. You couldn't even remeber how the argument started, the alcohol making your memory hazy. "You have always been such a fucking bitch, Y/N!" He spat. "I can't even go to a goddamn party without running into you and having to deal with your spoiled ass. You're lucky that no one has tried to fix that attitude problem of yours yet." He growled.
At this point Rafe had pushed you to your limit. You knew that Rafe was an asshole, he was an asshole to everyone but, today had snapped your last thread of patience. You try to slap Rafe but, before you are even able to, he catches your wrists before backing you up against the wall and pinning your arms above your head with one hand and he wrapped his free hand around your throat.
Rafe leaned down, his warm breath tickling your skin as he spoke, "you wanna try that again baby?" He asked with a smirk. "Because I don't think you want to mess with me, babygirl." He whispered. He was so close to you and ywr you wanted him closer. You wanted nothing more than to close the gap between the two of you but, you couldn't let Rafe know that. "And if I do?" You asked, trying to keep your voice from wavering.
"If you do then I will bend you over this fucking counter and pound that little pussy until you're so fucking cock dumb that the only thing you remember is my name." He said darkly.
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thinking about blowing gamer!rafe while heâs in the middle of a game
rafeâs mouth falls open as you hollow your cheeks and lower your head further until your nose was pressing against his pubic bone as you deep throat him
âfuck,â he mouths, looking down with half lidded eyes, his fingers shifting from the buttons on the controller
you lift your head and take a deep breath, taking his cock from your mouth you slap it on your tongue as you smile up at him, his cock twitching in your hands as you did so
rafe letâs out a heavy sigh as you wrap your lips around the tip of him, swirling your tongue around as you tease him
ârafe, what the hell,â topperâs voice rang through the headset,
âyou trying to make us lose?â
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oh so now I'm crying
my heartâs been borrowed and yours has been blue
just a lil something, completely self indulgent and inspired by miranda and steven in s2 of sex & the city đđ„ș
warnings: angstđ€; a little fluffy; soft!rafe because i personally LOVE him
you did it without thinking.
it felt as if your body had a mind of its own and while your brain yelled at you to stay put and act normal, your heart simply didnât allow it. your feet pounded against the street pavement, each step echoing the racing of your heart. you didnât dare to look back, afraid that if you did, youâd crumble under the weight of your memories with him rushing back. the sound of your breath filled your ears, drowning out the chaos of the main street.
rafe.
the name echoed in your mind like some sort of haunted melody. you didnât expect to see him, not after so many months without a single glimpse of his perfect face. youâd broken up months ago, you were supposed to be over him. and yet, despite all your attempts, his presence still stirred something within you.Â
this wasnât how it was supposed to work out.
you rounded the corner, trying to convince yourself that it was fine. so what if he was back in town? so what if he didnât call you? so what if you two promised to stay friends and yetâŠitâs none of your business. you should be thankful. Â
but seeing him out of the blue, it was like a sucker punch to the gut, except it felt like it came from a hundred directions at once. maybe you just needed a minute to process all of it. maybe a venti latte and some retail therapy would do the trick.
except they didnât and hours later, here you are, stuck to your couch wondering how the hell you are supposed to step foot outside knowing thereâs a possibility you might run into him again.Â
your brain always goes into overdrive when you think of rafe cameron. and now youâre stuck here, overthinking every little thing. should you text him? would that be too desperate? but what if he's thinking the same thing?
and if he isnât?
there's a sudden knock on your apartment door, the sound cuts through the haze of your mind, jolting you back to reality. you reluctantly peel yourself off the couch and shuffle over to the door, wondering if that amazon package you ordered this morning is here already.Â
you glance towards the peephole, debating whether to check who it is or simply ignore it. after a moment of internal deliberation, curiosity wins out, and you approach the door cautiously.
you peer through the peephole, half expecting to see a stranger or maybe the mailman with a package. but to your surpriseâit's rafe.
holy fuck.
your breath catches in your throat as you take in his familiar face from up close, a jumble of emotions stirring inside you.
what's he doing here? how did he get your new address? you moved from your parentâs home just a month ago.Â
for a beat, youâre frozen. no one taught you how to proceed in these kinds of situations, but you are fairly certain letting an ex-boyfriend, the one youâre still in love with, inside your personal space is a big no-no. Â
should you open the door? pretend youâre not home? smash your head against a wall and pray it knocks you out instantly? before you can even begin to form a plan, there's another knock, this time a little more insistent, as if he knows youâre on the other side.
âi can hear you breathing.â
panic sets in.Â
summoning whatever fake bravery you have left, you take a deep breath and reluctantly twist the doorknob. with your hands trembling like crazy, you swing the door open, revealing rafe standing there.Â
you gulp, feeling like your throat's suddenly decided to go on strike âyeah-uh. hi!â
his hands are clutched behind his back and his eyes take turns between your face and the door. there's a slight furrow in his brow, accentuating the sharp angles of his jawline and the curve of his nice cheekbones.Â
âthat was a shitty thing you did. running away from me on the street.â
you feel a crazy amount of guilt wash over you. heâs not wrong. running away like that was cowardly, but did he expect you to run into him with open arms?
âi didnât run?â
his lips, usually set in a determined line, now quiver ever so slightly, âyou ran.â
the weight of what you did hangs over you like a dark cloud. could you have acted any more immaturely?
âwell, i wasnât expecting to see you-â you manage to blurt out, your voice shaky, âand-and, i-â
âit really hurt my feelings.â rafe's finger points accusingly at his chest, and you feel like youâre about to shrink into the floor under the weight of his disappointment.
you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. you can feel your eyes starting to sting with unshed tears and you use every remaining strength inside you not to cry in front of him. youâve embarrassed yourself enough.Â
âi donât deal very well with ex-boyfriends?â
his expression softens slightly, and he leans his weight against the doorframe, his eyes searching yours.
âhey, sweetheart, this is me.â  his hand moves again and he gently places it on his chest, right over his heart, as if trying to convey the sincerity of his words ârafe.â
but heâs not your rafe anymore.
thatâs the one thing you want to tell him. you chew on your lower lip wondering if honesty would do you any good right now. if it would erase all these months, weeks, days, hours, without him.Â
a moment of silence stretches between you, and then, after what feels like an eternity, you finally manage to utter a response.
"yeah..."
rafe's gaze remains fixed on you, âi held you while you were sleeping.â
if you werenât crying before, you are now. it's like a dam has burst inside you. tears stream down your face like a leaky faucet, nothing strong enough to hold them back. they're not the dainty tears you see in movies, but big, ugly cries that leave your mascara streaked and your nose running.
you try to speak, but all that comes out are choked sobs and sniffles. it's embarrassing, really, how out of control you feel. but you can't help it even as your front neighbor comes into view.Â
you do quick 180 and bolt back into your apartment, hand pressed against your forehead as if holding it will stop the raging headache youâre about to experience. you donât have to look back to know rafeâs following you, trailing inside and swiftly closing the door with a soft click.
"iâm sorry," you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. "iâm really sorry. iâm so sorry-â
rafe's hands reach out, his palms open as if he's dealing with a wounded animal.Â
"hey, itâs okay,â he murmurs, his voice a gentle reassurance, "it's okay.â
âi hadnât seen you in so long,â you confess, your words tumbling out in a rush, âand i missed you and then i did that shit-â
his hand envelops yours, his touch grounding you. "hey, breathe," he urges softly, âitâs okay.â
tears well up in your eyes again, blurring your vision as you struggle to hold back the sobs threatening to escape. "âm sorry," you choke out, voice breaking with each syllable. "i'm so sorry, rafe."
âit wasnât that shitty, okay?â rafe's expression softens further, the way it does only for you.
âit was! iâm a shitty person.â
his thumb gently brushes away your tears as he shakes his head slowly. "no, you're not.â
âi am! you wouldâve never done something that shitty.â
the nagging feeling that youâve let him down once again is eating you alive.
he raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of his lips. "what do you call showing up here, in your apartment, in the middle of the afternoon and calling you shitty, huh?" he asks, his tone teasing yet affectionate.
you can't help but let out a shaky laugh, âtâs not the same.âÂ
rafe reaches out, gently cupping your face in his palm as he brushes his thumb gently across your cheek. âyeah, it is.â
without even questioning it, you lean into his touch, closing your eyes as your allow yourself to bask in the warmth of his embrace. for the first time in months.
âi miss you,â you confess, âwhenever something happens, i just want to tell you about it.â
âso, tell me.â the tender smile softens the lines on his face, "âm right here.â
you feel a rush of relief, a weight lifting off your chest as if he's just granted you permission to exhale. and yet, tears still well up in your eyes, blurring your vision and spilling over onto your cheeks in hot.
âi have a date.â
a knot forms in the pit of your stomach, tightening with each syllable. your voice quivers with uncertainty, the words tumbling out like stones from a crumbling cliff. you donât have to look to know your hands are shaking like leaves in a storm. youâre pretty sure if you held them up, they'd look like one of those ridiculous earthquake simulations.Â
rafe nods, doing his best to stop the cheeky grin growing on his face, as he shakes his head understandingly, âlooking forward to it, are ya?â
but you only sob harder.
"hey, hey- sweetheart. it's alright.â he says gently, his voice soothing you better than any depressing song on your playlist, âjust jokinâ around.â
but you can't shake off the feeling of shame, the burning embarrassment of admitting to something you wish you hadn't. of letting someone take you out, someone who isnât rafe, your rafe.Â
"i just... i thought it would help me move on, yâknow?" you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.
"i get it.â he tries to smile at you again, but it looks sad, and it makes your heart hurt. his hand reaches out to brush away a stray tear from your cheek, âiâm not mad.â
but you are. at you. at him.
the words linger in the back of your mind, gnawing at your insides. you want to scream, to lash out at him for being so understanding, for not fighting for you the way you wish he would.
you push his hands away from your face, your voice cracking. thatâs all it seems to do since he walked back into your life ten minutes ago.
"that's it?" you exclaim, "you're just okay with it? with me going on a stupid date with someone else?"
it was like someone had just pulled the rug out from under him, and he didn't know how to stand back up.
rafeâs jaw is set in a firm clench, "i just want you to be happy.â
âbut i'm not happy!" you retort, your voice rising in volume as tears continue to stream down your face. "i'm miserable, rafe! and you're just standing there, doing nothing!â
his chest is rising and falling heavily, as if heâs trying to contain himself.
"i'm doing nothing?â he asks so quietly; you take a double take to make sure itâs still him. his eyes flicker with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. it feels like staring into a wildfire, all fierce and untamed.Â
you swallow hard, suddenly feeling the weight of your words crashing down on you. the way rafe looks at you, itâs like he sees right through you.
"iâm here, aren't i? iâm listening, okay? i'm trying to understand."
but his words only fuel the fire of your frustration.
"i need you to tell me that you still care. that you don't want me to go on that date because you want me for yourself."
you could see the anger draining out of him, leaving behind this raw, broken man. he slumps forward, shoulders drooping. his eyes go from blazing with intensity to just... empty. like he just flicked off a light switch behind them.Â
itâs heartbreaking, honestly, to see him just fizzle out into nothing.Â
ââcourse i want you for myself," he whispers, "but i can't force you to choose me. you left me.â
itâs a devastating sight, really. to see someone you love so deeply, someone whoâs always been so strong, just fall apart like that. itâs like watching a building crumble to the ground.
and the worst part is, you know youâre the one who caused it. youâre the reason heâs standing there looking so broken, so lost. and you hate yourself for it, hate that you couldnât be what he needed, hate that you had to go and ruin everything.
âi left because i didnât feel good enough,â your voice is hoarse from screaming and crying, ânot because i stopped loving you.â
for a moment, the silence between you is deafening, stretching on through time. itâs like neither of you knows what to say.Â
and then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, something shifts in his expression, he looks as if you have hit him.
âi never wanted you to feel that way,â he murmurs, stepping closer to you. âi never wanted you to doubt how much you mean to me.â
his words hang in the air, like theyâre carrying the weight of all the things you two never said, all the things you wished you could take back. as if heâs putting it all out there, laying his soul bare for you to see, finally showing you everything heâs been keeping bottled up inside.
âiâm sorry,â he whispers, the words a solemn oath sworn in the quiet of the night. ââm sorry for not being there when you needed me.â
âiâm sorry too,â you choke out. âiâm sorry for pushing you away.â
and then, without another word, without another moment wasted on regrets and what-ifs, you step forward and wrap your arms around him. itâs like coming home after a long time.
and yeah, you might have a shit ton of things and problems to sort through, but rafe cameron is worth that and more.Â
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đËâ§Ë°đ· àŒ âïœĄ Ë just like her mama/daddy đËâ§Ë°đ· àŒ
dad!rafe x mom!reader
the constant beeping woke you from your afternoon nap. only given birth three weeks ago naps with your newborn baby were routine. you blinked, slowly bringing your hands to your face and rubbing your eyes. itâs only when you hear a shriek, do you sit up in bed panicking. you quickly look to the left of your bed where your daughterâs bassinet is, finding it empty. after struggling with removing the throw blanket that was tangled between your legs, you leave the room in search of your newborn daughter and her father.
âiâm sorry baby i know, i know mama is smarter than daddy, please be patientâ rafe whispers to the fussy baby who whines in his arms. âJust let me put you down for one second!â he pleads to a fussy ari. that is when you decide to help. âi got itâ you giggle walking towards the bottle warmer rafe couldnât get started. âsorry we woke you, babe, sheâs hungry and i couldnât get that shit on.â he mumbles.
âthatâs okay, our baby is like her father very impatient..when he wants something.â you smirk making him shake his head. the sound of his raspy laugh calming the little bundle in his arms. âhow are you feeling?â the simple question warming up your insides. rafe was already a loving husband before becoming a father. now seeing him as a dad almost brings you to tears every time. âim okay i needed that napâ you whisper running a finger down ariâs nose.
âshe's so beautifulâ you now understood what everyone says about moms believing they have the cutest newborn in the world. âjust like her mamaâ rafe bent down placing a gentle kiss on your lips. he never fails to make you feel beautiful even though you thought you looked a mess. wearing one of rafe's shirts which now had spit-up stains. his own sweats were also covered in dried-up milk. it was all part of the new parent life. you'd get adjusted soon enough.
ari squirmed in her fatherâs arms. bottom lip forming a baby pout. âmy princess don't you start i hate seeing you cry.â rafe cooed rocking back and forth. âitâs coming ari girlâ pulling the bottle from the warmer you tested out the temperature on your wrist. âjust needs a couple of seconds to cool downâ your girl was very picky when it came to her milk temperature. if it was room temperature she wouldn't take it, spitting it right out with a whine. It needed to be the perfect in-between. âmamaâs got milk okay let's go sit downâ rafe moved towards the living room with you following behind.
immediately snuggling into both of your loves as they rested on the sofa. âit should be goodâ you smiled passing rafe ariâs bottle. âonly three ounces lets see how fast she drinks this shitâ rafe joked knowing his baby was a hungry little thing. âWe might have to change her schedule to a bottle every two hours.â it'll be hard but maybe she'll sleep a little longer through the night.
âhey, hey slow down princess it ain't going anywhereâ rafe gently removed the bottle from ariâs mouth. ari let out an angry breath, furrowing her eyebrows. âi think she's mad at you daddyâ you giggled craning your neck to kiss his nose. rafe threw his head back in silent laughter âshe looks so funny when she's madâ he brought the bottle back to her mouth. ari immediately going back to drinking her milk in slow gulps. âstill cute thoughâ
âjust like her daddyâ you whispered before letting your eyes close into slumber.
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my heart swells at the thought of shy!reader kinda being overstimulated emotionally during rough sex with rafe and so sheâs in doggy but reaches to hold his hand just to feel some affection from himâčïž
this actually made me bark
when you could keep your eyes open, you were staring at the wood of rafe's headboard, watching the way it was slamming against the wall and the repetitive thudding that filled your ears. if rafe wasn't fucking you so hard that you were close to losing your mind, you'd be worried someone in the house can hear the two of you.
your mind, always overactive even in times like this, wanders. first you allow yourself to get a little concerned someone can hear you, so you get quieter, shoving your head into rafe's pillow to muffle the moans leaving your mouth. then you worry someone can hear the headboard, the slap of skin on skin.
even when the pleasure is so overwhelming, building up tense and low in your stomach, entire body feeling like it's aflame when rafe grips your hips and slaps your ass in between thrusts, you still feel your mind wandering, slipping further and further away.
you want it to shut up, so you close your eyes, head resting on rafe's pillow again. you try to focus on your boyfriend's groans, the way the noises coming from him make your toes curl and a fuzzy feeling overtake your brain.
"yeah, fuck, kid, keep takin' it-"
he's saying something, and you stupidly wonder if he's been talking to you this whole time. you'd been too busy thinking about nothing to realize. you tune in, realizing what rafe's saying is a little bit of the opposite of what you usually hear from him.
you turn your head a little, opening your eyes to look back at rafe. he's still slamming in and out, his eyes focused on where the two of you are connected. rafe's always handsome, almost overwhelmingly so, but especially like this, when he's so focused on pleasure he's not as mindful of what he's saying.
"y'like that, huh? yeah, you wanna watch? like the little slut you are?"
"oh-"
it comes out low and quiet, a little sound that lets him know you're paying attention. if possible, his grip on your hips gets harder, fingers digging into the plush of your ass while he pushes down on your arch, increasing his pace. it's too fast now, too full and the stretch too much. you squeal into the pillow, eyes getting crossed while rafe's words ring around your head.
"fuck, good girl. my good little whore, aren't you?"
"um-" he keeps going, and you don't want him to stop. you try to shift around but he's holding you so hard moving feels impossible, so you settle for what you can move, lifting your arm to rest on your back, hand reaching out for him. "rafe, hand, please-"
you can't see his face, but you feel the weight of his hand on yours, before he pulls out and flips you over. you fall onto your back with a quiet yelp.
"you okay?" he asks, hovering over you. you feel empty, feel your pussy clench around nothing. then you feel badâyou hadn't meant to make him stop.
"s-sorry, rafe, i didn't mean stop, i just wanted to feel close to you-"
"was inside you. what'd you mean closer? you okay?" he repeats, and you feel your face flush, everything going warm.
"yes, yes. i'm fine."
"you sure?" you nod, looking up at your boyfriend. he moves your legs while you lay back, lifting them with his arms and lining himself up. and then he puts his palm flat on yours, fingers interlacing while he pushes inside. he fucks you like thatâboth your hands holding his, slowly and somehow still rougher than before, and even after both of you finish, he doesn't let go. you fall asleep with fingers intertwined with his.
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€ àšà§Â  rafe cameron & his sweetheart girlfriend â§
á° rafe didnât realize just how badly he craved kind, gentle love until he met her. he assumed every relationship heâd be in would be dysfunctional but then this girl, whoâs sunshine personified, comes into his life and he has never wanted someone more.
á° heâs a nervous wreck the whole time he pursues her. sheâs well aware of his bad reputation and the fact that she takes the time to get to know him with open arms instead of letting gossip influence her makes it all the more clear to him how sincere she is.
á° just because sheâs sweet doesnât mean she takes his shit. rafe is a victim to his own temper at times and when he snaps at her, she calmly tells him to cool down and talk to her about whatâs really bothering him. she doesnât escalate arguments. she talks him down. and he loves her for it.
á° rafe would die of embarrassment if anyone saw what heâs like with her. he loves when she plays with his hair and leaves kisses all over his face. his favorite place in the world is on top of her, his head on her chest, wondering how he got lucky enough to win the heart he hears beating.
á° sheâs his best friend and maybe his buddies would give him shit for that, but itâs true. because he has never known a bond like this. not only does he have fun with her, but he actually feels understood for once. eventually, she knows him better than he knows himself.
á° rafe hates crying but he hates it the least when itâs with her. heâs used to being told to toughen up. but she doesnât do anything of the sort. she holds him, consoles him, keeps her gaze off of him because she knows he hates being looked at when heâs in this state.
á° sheâs the first one to say the word love and rafe has never felt happier in his life. he has felt love for her for months, but knows he wouldnât survive if she didnât say it back. he kisses her hard, whispering that he loves her over and over, making up for every time he thought it but couldnât say it.
á° the feeling he gets from having somebody worry about him is unreal. heâs used to being neglected and ignored, but she shows her concern for him in countless ways. sheâs always reminding him to drive his motorcycle carefully. he eventually tacks a photo of her on his dash as a reminder not to speed because he has a reason to live now.
á° rafe isnât surprised that his family adores her. his father mentions something in passing about her being a good apple. she even makes ward crack a smile with one of her jokes every so often. rafe doesnât know how somebody could be so perfect. heâd love her even without the approval but heâs comforted by the fact that he doesnât have to worry about it.
á° she sees something in rafe that he doesnât see in himself. he actually likes who he is around her. heâs still rough around the edges with others, but heâs his most authentic self with her. sheâs on his mind all day and he misses her every minute theyâre not together. he calls her his angel, because thatâs truly what she is to him.
inspired by an ask from @putherup đ
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roommate!rafe.....
warnings: mentions of fingering and oral! also i love them already gonna be writing lots more about them !!! if you have any ideas send them! <333 love you all smmmm
being roommates with rafe had its ups and downs, sometimes he was messy and forgot to pick up after himself, but you always forgot about that when he made you feel like the only girl he's ever laid eyes on.
although he was kind of weird about it, you know he meant no harm. it started when he had offered to do your laundry, and you noticed half of your underwear went missing, and then somehow he convinced you that you didn't need to shut the door when you changed.
and sometimes on the nights that you had convinced him to stay up late with you watching whatever show you were currently binging, you'd get all touchy and let him finger you. he knew how embarrassed you'd get the day after so he never mentioned anything.
but that's why you liked it so much, living with rafe, it was like he knew exactly what you needed and when you needed it. there would be days that you'd text rafe about your terrible day and you'd come back to your shared apartment with your favorite movie on the tv (that he hated but alway sat through just for you) and all your girly and pink stuffed animals laid out in the living room, waiting to watch the movie with you and rafe.
and then there were some days where you just wanted to be left alone and he respected that, despite wanting to barge in your room and listen to every detail of your day.
and some days rafe knew that you just needed some stress relief, it always started with a back rub and then somehow you were sprawled out in his bed and he was eating you out.
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shy reader sending rafe nudes for the first timeđ«ą
rafe was so nice to you. his new favorite hobby seemed to be spoiling youâit seemed there was an endless influx of shopping trips and things getting delivered to your house after being mentioned once. you don't know how he always got it right, the exact color you wanted or the perfect size. especially when you weren't even sure which style was the best or were having trouble picking between two. rafe would decide for you, usually picking right or just ending up buying both.
he was very good at this whole thing, and though you had trouble accepting his genoursity at first, you felt you were growing into it quite nicely.
the constant denial that you wanted something turned into a sweet, grateful smile when rafe offered to get it. worrying about how expensive something was long-forgotten, instead you gave rafe a kiss on the cheek instead of mentioning it.
and the best part was that he liked it, liked taking care of you, liked making sure you had the things you wanted. he'd even gotten a shiny silver credit card with his name on it, had insisted that you use it for things.
"what kinda man am i, huh? if my girl has to buy herself nice things. that's no way to treat your best girl, huh?"
mostly he just wanted to hear you call yourself his girl, but it was getting easier and easier to swipe it out and about.
you fell into the trap of the saleswoman at the lingerie storeâyou'd come once before to buy some nighties when you started sleeping over at tannyhill every single night. you'd handed her the silver card, thinking about what rafe had in store for you if you showed up wearing what you'd just bought, when she snapped you out of it
"is that all for today mrs. cameron?"
she'd transported you into a completely different spiral. so you had returned with a craving to hear yourself be called that again, buying anything and everything that caught your eye, but mostly things that you thought rafe would like.
on your way out, still elated from the sheer headrush of being called mrs. cameron, you don't even notice the missed call and texts from rafe, not until you get home and put on the first of many new outfits.
rafey: what the hell is la perla. the fuck did you buy for $500??
dolled up in your new outfit, you angle yourself to snap a couple of pictures with your phone, the first showing your tits spilling out of the pretty, floral bra and panty set. then you laid down, trying to capture your ass and the best arch you could manage without rafe there to push your back for you. trying on another thing you'd bought, this time a pretty white babydoll, you take a selfie showing just enough of the fabric.
sending the photos without any caption, you wait patiently for the response. but seconds turn into minutes, minutes into ten and twenty, while you wonder if you overstepped, if rafe was displeased at your purchases, at the waste of money.
rafe opens the door so hard it slams, and you flinch.
"get on the bed. now." like always, you comply. you guess he wasn't so mad after all.
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Rafes buzzcut always does something for me.
Imagine reader seeing him like that for the fist time, she would not be able to keep her pussy of him.
He would just wake up full of love bites and scratches, look outside and be like: is the sun brighter today?
help!! him thanking god because his girl is sooo horny is so funny
the two of you wake up in the morning, you instantly mounting him for your 4th round in the past 24 hours. itâs a shame really, your cervix hurt, his cock was sensitive, and your nipples honestly couldnât take anymore stimulation. but whenever you looked at him, and saw the fresh shave he underwent the previous morning? you couldnât help but think with your pussy.
your riding relentlessly, plush tits jiggling with each bounce. rafeâs leaned up against the headboard, large hands squeezing at the fat of your hips as he watches you with hooded eyes.
âjesus fuckinâ christ.â he groans when you lean forward, hands on the top of the bed frame for stability. your swollen tits are bracketing his face, and he canât help the primal urge to slip a pebbled nipple into his mouth.
your eyes are screwed shut, hips bucking as a thin sheen of sweat forms on your morning skin, âwant it⊠want it real bad.â you pant into the air.
rafe scoffs, pushing you forward to look you in the eyes once more, âwant what kid?â he questions, hands continuing to bounce you on his cock. you mewl quietly while he continues, your small manicured fingers rubbing gentle circles against your puffy clit, âmy cum?â he asks.
you nod rapidly, a pleased hum vibrating the space between you two when you feel yourself getting closer, âplease daddy.â you beg.
he shakes his head, but canât help the way his cock twitches at your eagerness, âiâve pumped you full of cum already kid? you need actually need more?â
but you just look so sweet and cock drunk on his lap. your perfect pink lips form a little âoâ and your eyebrows are knitted together from stimulation.
so he relents, holding you up to buck into you, ready to give you whatever he had left, âalright alright. you fuckinâ asked for it.â
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â â â â you get me high â rafe cameron !
ê° â¶ ê± rafe noticing that your ass is getting fatter because of how much heâs been fucking you⊠yummyïżšf! reader. soft! rafe á°á© mwah! smut ( duh ). youâre needy 4 him bc i am. a lot of babyâs.
heâs just as deep inside of you as always. his fat tip bullying your soft spot in the best way as his hands hold onto your hips. heâd be lying if he said he was holding them to just steady you. the way youâre moaning and throwing it back into him, heâs damn near about to cum already but he can see how needy you are so heâs trying his best to hold on. he doesnât believe he can though, moans slipping from his lips as his eyes stay locked on the pink of your pussy and how itâs lightly covered in a white layer of the both of you. the layer stringing between the two of you every time you pull back on his hips.
âmy fucking god,â he swears, feeling his cum rushing a little further towards his tip. âmâ gonna cum soon, baby.â you whine, almost disappointed and it pulls at his heart. he hates disappointing his girl.
âwait, please. j-just a little longer, baby. oh- please.â he doesnât hesitate to obey, pulling his eyes from where to connect to your ass. he zones out a little as he watches it move, the fat rippling every time your thighs met his. then, he realizes something as he watches, something he hadnât noticed before. he grins to himself quietly at first, too mesmerized by the way itâs moving.
âthis ass, baby. my god.â he whispers, almost in disbelief, but itâs audible to your ears. âthink iâm fucking you so good itâs getting bigger.â he confesses as he rubs his hand along the globe of it. you muster up a laugh at his comment, but itâs quickly interrupted by the quick building of your orgasm.
âb-baby? mâ about to cum,â you hiccup, a moan making you stutter. you honestly couldâve stayed quiet and he wouldâve known from the way your pussy is practically already milking him, begging for his cum. âi can feel it,â he winced in sensitivity, âgive it to me. gonna cum with you.â and he did just that. shooting his cum inside of you as you make a mess on his dick, the two of you dripping onto the sheets soon after.
ïŁ© 2024 kausstar !
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soft!boyfriend rafe
- rafe who brushes your hair away from your face when you're eating and it starts to get messy.
- rafe who holds your hand before crossing the street, knowing how distracted you can get when you're absorbed in your thoughts.
- rafe who lets you play with his rings when you get anxious. he began wearing them on his other hand too, when he took notice of your habit.
- rafe who doesn't like animals but is now living with three cats that you have rescued. "i dont like this little guy." he told you that night, crossing his arms. he had grown quite fond of merlin, who likes to use rafe's face as his personal pillow.
- rafe who lightheartedly scolds you when you forget your jacket but secretly likes it when you wear his clothes and are completely engulfed in his scent.
- rafe who holds the umbrella for you on rainy days and tucks your hand in his coat's pocket to keep it warm.
- rafe who lets you eat in his car, leaving his friends astonished. "what the heck! i cant even drink water!"
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Okok hear me out here. Dealer!Rafe fucking reader in a chokehold as a payment (potentially making her squirt) thank youđđ
Coke Fiend (Rafe Cameron x Reader)
Summary: All you wanted was some coke and Rafe usually spots you if youâre short of money, but this timeâŠhe doesnât.
A/N: I hope this is somewhat what you were expecting :)
Warnings: smut, mentions of cocaine, Rafe gets bold, degradation, choking, creampie, reader pays with that pussy đ, rough sex, squirting
Your nerves were rising as you searched for your dealer. You were looking for him everywhere, but despite you seeing him earlier he was nowhere to be found. Your eyes scanned all around as you made your way through the mansion. That is until youâre met with the stairs. Heâs gotta be up in his room.
You make your way up the steps and walk until you meet his bedroom door. You couldnât care less about his privacy, all you wanted was to snort some lines. You burst through the door and are met with Rafe counting money. He glances up at you unfazed. âWhat do you need,â he sighs. âObviously coke,â you smile, but he doesnât.
ââŠYour last three visits youâve been short. Is that the case this time,â he asks while pausing his counting. Your avoidance of eye contact tells him all he needs to know. âPlease Rafe! If thereâs anything valuable to you I can pay with Iâll do it,â you plead. His eyes narrow at this. âSaying stuff like that can get you in a lot of trouble princess,â he warns. âI mean it though! Anything you want Rafe,â you beg. He laughs at this.
âAnd what if what I wanted was to fuck your brains out,â This makes you falter. He stands up, walking towards you as you step backwards.
âWhat if what I wanted was to just plow into you from the back,â he traps you between him and the door.
âWhat if what I wanted was to quiet your cries by choking you hm?,â he snakes his hand around your neck, slightly tightening around it.
He leans down, now mere centimeters away from your face. âWould you pay me with your body like a fucking prostitute,â he asks. You swallow and hesitantly nod. âYouâre gonna say it or youâre leaving here empty handed,â he says. âIâll pay you with my body, sir,â you squeak. âFucking whore,â is all he says before throwing you on his bed.
âHands and knees,â he instructs and you get on all fours. He teasingly traces his nails down your spine starting from your neck down to your lower back. He traces circles and then lands a painful smack on your ass. You gasp out in shock.
You hear him unbuckle and his fly go down. You brace yourself for his entrance. He runs his tip up and down your already wet slit. Then his circles it just around your clit. You whine out and try to back up on him. He stops you by forcefully gripping your hips. You whine even more. âBe patient you coke fiending slut,â he snaps. After a bit your body relaxes since you no longer think heâs going to enter you.
Suddenly he drives his hips against yours. His tip barely touching your cervix as his balls rest on your clit. You cry out from the intrusion. âOh my..â you gasp. And then he thrusts into you at a brutal pace. He pulls back about an inch and slams back into you. Giving your cervix little to no rest. He pounds and pounds against your hips. Not a stutter in any of his thrusts. You feel his veins stroking your walls and that instantly makes you cum. âAhh fuck,â you shout, expecting him to pull out.
He doesnât falter for a second and fucks your own cum into you. The squelching noises becoming nastier. More vulgar. His hand reaches around you to circle your clit and that makes you cum again. You collapse from the pleasure. Despite your body going limp he keeps plowing you into the mattress. âHey, weâre not done yet, silly girl,â he laughs as he hooks his muscular arm around your neck, putting you in a chokehold.
âR-Rafe,â you gasp. The sensation of his toned bicep and forearm constricting you makes your overwhelmed cunt flutter around his monstrous cock. âYeahh I thought youâd like that. You like being choked by me? I know you do,â he teases. You release a strangled moan and your eyes squint shut.
In one motion he pulls out, flips you over, and stuffs himself back into you. You look up at him through glossy eyes and furrowed brows. âI-I canât,â you cry out. âJust give me one more so I can stuff you. Kay baby?â he tells you. You nod and squeeze your eyes shut from the overwhelming pleasure. âHey,â he warns and presses his hand around your throat again. You eyes widen open. âWatch us cum,â he instructs. You silently obey by looking down at his cock disappearing and reappearing from inside of you. You donât miss the sheen covering his cock. That sheen being your juices.
âFuckkkk Iâm almost there,â he warns as his grip on your neck tightens and thrusts speed up to an impossible pace. The headboard slamming into the wall. Undeniably leaving dents in the wall. âCum,â Rafe grits and then letâs out a groan. At the same time you cum he shoots spurts inside of you. His thrusts slow and then he presses his forehead against yours. âYou just squirted,â he smiles cockily. You look down and see his balls and abs are absolutely covered in you. Your eyes widen in horror. âI think I wanna make you do that again..â
A/N: this was not really proofread and sorry itâs short :( I hope you enjoyed and likes, reblogs, and feedback are HIGHLY appreciated â€ïž
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summary: rafe overhears you talking to sarah about your feelings and wants to take care of you.
warnings: mentions of depression and anxiety , rafe eavesdropping , little bit of swearing
You sighed at Sarahâs hand rubbing your back comfortingly as your face hid itself in your hands to hide your puffy eyes and red cheeks. You looked like a messâ and you felt how you looked. Everything just seemed so overwhelming , and there was such much pressure on you from your family. There were so many feelings that you kept inside because you hadnât wanted to feel like a burden.
âIâm just so tired all the time.â You ranted to Sarah , wiping underneath your eyes with the back of your hand. âIâm always so tired and so , so sad. Nothing seems to make it go away. I always feel this. . . this impending doom over me like something badâs gonna happen. Like Iâm going to fail and disappoint everyone.â
Sarah frowned. She definitely related that feeling and tried her best to figure out the right way to help you. Frowning , you pushed some hair away from your face. âHave you tried talking to Rafe?â Her face twisted up at the mention of her brother , but making sure to quickly wipe it away. Despite her own personal feelings towards him , Sarah knew that Rafe was good to you. The relationship he had with you was probably his only saving grace.
You shook your head at her. âNo because Rafeâs not. . .â you struggled to find the right words. âRafe shouldnât have to deal with me like this. He already has so much on his own plate that a sad , depressing girlfriend should be the least of his worries. And I know he doesnât like to see me cry because he feels too bad if he canât make it stop.â You didnât resent Rafe for not being the best person to talk to. You knew why he struggled with it and your stress shouldnât fall onto his shoulders. Youâd feel guilty adding on to everything else Rafe dealt with.
âLook Iâm not the biggest fan of my brother,â Sarah muttered under her breath. âBut I know that he cares about you , Y/N and he would want to be there for you. Heâs your boyfriendââ she emphasized. âItâs kinda what he signed up for.â
As you cried , Rafe loomed around Sarahâs door. He didnât want to eavesdrop , but he couldnât stop himself from being concerned when he noticed your sniffles floating from the small crack in the door. Rafe wasnât one to pry too much , too afraid itâd push you away. He felt his chest grow heavy as he listened to you vent to Sarah , hating you felt that way. He wanted to take every negative and sad thing in your brain and pluck it away. Store somewhere impossible to find and never feel again.
Pursing his lips , Rafe sighed as he knocked on the door softly to signal that someone was there. He lightly peaked around it , focusing on you. âHey , baby. Iâm home.â He smiled at you gently , feeling determined to try and be what you needed. Rafe wasnât good at feelings but he would do anything for you and try again until he did it right.
You plastered on a fake smile when you saw him. Your heart warmed up just a little bit more at your boyfriend , feeling antsy to be in his arms. You mumbled a quick âthanks , sarâ before tapping her shoulder to walk out.
She gave you a smile in return , hoping that things would get better for you soon.
Rafeâs arm immediately snaked around your waist and pulled you to him and leading you down the hall. You tried your best to act normal , hoping that it was dark enough to conceal the mess you were sure painted across your face.
He waited until the door of his room closed before speaking. âYou were crying.â Rafeâs thumb swiped underneath your cheekbone , a frown on his face.
âI know.â You whispered back. You grabbed his hand and kept it on your cheek , eyes fluttering closed at his touch. ââm was just sad for minute.â
âSweet baby.â Rafe sighed , being gentle with his touch and words. His eyelashes fluttered against the apples of your cheeks when he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your face. âWhatâs wrong?â
As if his words were a trigger , tears started falling down your face. You threw your arms around his neck and just cried , shamelessly. You werenât thinking of sounding stupid or crying in an ugly way. You werenât embarrassed and you werenât feeling guilty. You just cried. It felt good to finally feel it and not try and disguise it with other things. It felt good to feel Rafeâs arms tighten around you , the coos of him healing something deeply rooted in your soul.
You just wanted to feel comforted , and loved.
Rafe held you tightly as you did so , rocking you back and forth. The two of you stood there in the middle of the room with the only sound being the way you sobbed loudly in the crook of his neck. You didnât even know what words could explain how you felt , so you didnât even bother trying.
âMy sweet girl,â Rafe mumbled into your hair. âLay down with me.â
He easily slid the two of you backwards , quickly kicking off his shoes to get onto the bed. He left the covers tucked , his work clothes onâ something heâd never allow any other time. All Rafe cared about was holding you so you didnât feel so alone.
You let him move you towards the bed. He laid down flat while gripping at your hips , pulling you to straddle him. A sigh of contentment left your lips as you laid down , chest to chest , with your cheek against his cheek. It was so close that you felt the warmth of his breath on the side of your neck , sending shivers down your spine with each exhale. It was suffocatingly closeâ and just what you needed.
His hands rubbed your back as you calmed down , laying there next to him. The sound of his breathing was like a lullaby , shushing your nerves to sleep as you listened to it carefully. Your breathing pattern began to mimic his and you almost mistaked Rafe Cameron as some sort of drug you were warned about at school assemblyâs.
âThank you.â You breathed , after what seemed like hours of just laying there compared to the minutes it actually was. âIâve just felt so overwhelmed lately. And everythingâs making me sad. Iâm sorry.â
âDonât apologize to me.â Rafe stopped you , craning his neck down to look at you. He stared into your ears with scrunched brows , a finger to your chin. âDonât ever apologize to me for that.â
âOkay.â You mumbled back. You grabbed his hand to kiss his thumb.
âItâs what I signed up for.â Rafe breezed it in , hoping you wouldnât be mad at him. The air becoming light hearted when you rolled your eyes playfully and smacked his chest.
âYouâre such a jerk!â
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