rafedaddy01

[rafedaddy01]

bf!rafe fucking his gf after she ignored him for the entire night after he got into a fight (which she ofc hates…)

His hand reached over the center console landing on your thigh. Only for you to turn away and look out the window, still upset about the fight you two had. Rafe huffed as he pulled his hand back, gripping the steering wheel so tight the cuts on his knuckles cracked open, “still mad?” His voice gruff as his knuckles tightened.

You didn’t say anything. Just looking out the window, your heart pounding and trying to keep the steam from coming out of your ears, you held back a scoff.

As soon as rafe pulled into the driveway you hopped out of the car, slamming the door and marching up to the house, “hey!” Rafe raised his voice as he followed close behind you, you didn’t give him your time.

Pushing open the front door only to be pushed up against it as he gripped you by your hair and forced himself in front of you. “I know you’re mad. But there’s no excuse for being a brat!” He screamed in your face, you tried to push him off. Only for his hand to come over your throat, “calm down, y/n” you glared at him as he held you tighter.

“You wanna be mad? Fine, but I’m still gonna fuck that attitude out of you” he lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder as he raced up the stairs to your bedroom, once inside he threw you onto the bed, his hands wrapping around your ankles and pulling you toward him before you could run off.

“Let me go, rafe!” You yelled at him. “No”

He tore off your clothes before doing the same to his, “turn around” he said in a threatening tone, you made the choice to ignore him. Which was obviously the wrong choice because it only made him angrier.

He flipped you over and gripped your hair hard, tugging on the roots as he kicked open your legs with his knee. “You wanna be a fucking brat?” He smacked your ass and you yelped, trying to get out of his grip, which only made him pull harder.

He continued smacking your ass as you kicked and screamed, your skin feeling raw and tender as he began to soothe it, “I love you. But sometimes you act like just a fuckin brat. You need to be taught a lesson” he whispered in your ear before giving your ass one last smack and causing you to moan.

“There we go. That’s what I wanna hear” he let go of your hair slowly as he held his cock with one hand, stroking it lightly as his other hand made its way to your pussy, “you’re fucking soaked baby” he groaned as he spread your legs a little wider.

“You don’t have to talk to me. But you will moan for me” you didn’t get a chance to say anything before he rammed his cock into you.

The breath was pushed out of your lungs as he began rocking. His chest falling onto your back and crushing you as you moaned and screamed. “There we go baby. There we go. Let it all out”

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[rafedaddy01]

So glad you are back 🥰

Thank you! It feels great to be back and writing again 💕

[rafedaddy01]

Love love love love your writing girl seriously

My request:

So rafe is working in his office and his babysitter comes in and locks the door behind herself ..He tells her "what are you doing"

And she starts undressing herself .. Commanding him to f her

he doesnt know why but he listens to every command And know they are fucking on the carpet infront of his desk in his office

Him her faithful servant ready to do anything she tells him to

I know you are going to crush this as alwaysss

Summary: you always wore such seductive clothing whenever babysitting for Mr. Cameron. He knew what you were trying to do, but he didn’t care. He might have thought he could hold himself back, but when the time came he showed his true colors. He was utterly obsessed with you and would do anything to have you.

Warnings: SMUT! P in V

A/N: Thank you so much 🥹 I truly appreciate your kind words and support. It means the world. I hope this story gives you exactly what you were hoping for (and maybe even more). Can’t wait for you to read it, enjoy! 💫

You didn’t think twice. Opening the door to Rafes office and walking in with your head held high. Full of confidence and ready to claim exactly what you’ve been wanting for years now.

His eyes trail over every curve of your body in your new sundress that you bought just for him. His eyes are filled with question as they meet yours. A skeptical eyebrow raising in concern.

You close the door behind you and lock it, the soft click echoing in the quiet room as your nerves begin to settle. But you push the unease aside, turning back toward Rafe and taking a step closer to his desk.

“Y/n.. what are you doing?” You don’t answer him but instead start pulling down the straps of your dress.

“I want you to fuck me, sir.” You step out of your dress, letting it pool at your feet, then round his desk with purpose in your stride.

Rafe’s throat bobs as his eyes slowly roam over your bare body.

Rafe doesn’t know why, but before his mind can catch up, his body reacts. Pulling you into him and capturing your soft lips in a kiss.

You feel his cock harden against you, your hands moving to his zipper, pulling it down with urgency. Slipping inside, you wrap your fingers around his shaft and begin to stroke, reveling in the way he groans into your mouth.

Rafes had enough, he pulls away from you and undresses completely before getting onto the ground and flipping you onto your hands and knees. “Fuck me hard rafe, I want you to give it to me hard” you moan as you arch your back for him. Rafes mind is a swirl of thoughts right now. He wants to stop, but some part in him is overpowering and telling him to obey every word that comes out of your mouth.

He positions himself at your entrance before slowly pressing forward. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss as you finally feel him filling you.

“Harder, Rafe… go harder,” you whimper, your voice breathless. He grips your hips tightly, slamming into you with relentless force.

“Oh my god,” you moan, feeling his tip reach deep inside you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back. Your legs tremble, stomach fluttering, as the pressure builds fast and overwhelming.

You let go, the sensation buzzing through every inch of your body. The high fades quickly, and reality begins to settle in. “Stop,” you say, and Rafe halts immediately, slowly pulling out of you. You turn around, met with a confused expression on his face. His chest rising and falling rapidly, hair a sweaty mess, with damp strands clinging to his forehead.

You quickly rise to your feet and move toward your dress. Sliding into it, you turn to Rafe with a playful smile. “Thank you. Maybe next time, I’ll let you finish.”

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[rafedaddy01]

Y/n is rafes older boss (hes about 25shes about 40)

Y/n just caught him taking drug again on the job and well she is about to fire him

He begs" please I cant lose this job I have a family to feed . Isnt there anything I can do?"

So y/n (who has always dreamed about how his massive d she saw in his dress pants would feel inside of her) tells him:f me

So thats how he ends up lying on the table

His pants around his ankels

And his boss riding him

Guys I am so sorry! I got a new phone and lost the password and username to my tumblr 😭 I finally was able to remember it and I am back! I will try to be posting as much as I can and I know I have some requests in my inbox form a while back and I promise I will get to those too! 💕

Power Play

Summary: request

Warnings: explicit context, nsfw, smut

A/n: thank you for this request 🤭

You tangled your fingers in his hair, yanking just enough to make his head tilt back. His red, glossy eyes locked onto yours, dark and unreadable, a silent plea hidden beneath the haze.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Cameron?” you whisper-shouted, gripping his hair and pulling him into your private office. The door clicked shut behind you as you hurried to close the blinds, blocking out any prying eyes. Turning back to him, you gestured sharply to the chair. “Sit. Now.” He swallowed hard, obeying without question, his eyes flickering with something between defiance and anticipation.

He ran a nervous hand through his hair, disheveling it in a way that only added to his charm. “I-I’m so sorry, Miss.—” he began, but you cut him off, raising a finger to your lips, silencing him instantly. His eyes locked onto yours, unsure of what would come next, the tension hanging thick in the air.

“Don’t speak,” you said, your voice low but firm. “Listen.” The command hung in the air, sharp and undeniable, as his gaze remained fixed on you, waiting for whatever came next.

You eyed him carefully, your gaze unwavering as you leaned against your desk, arms crossed over your chest. The movement accentuated your posture, drawing his attention in a way that Rafe couldn’t help but notice. The air between you thickened with unspoken tension, a challenge hanging in the silence.

“What am I going to do with you?” you asked, your gaze unwavering, the intensity in your eyes enough to send a shiver through him. The weight of your words hung heavy in the air, an unspoken warning laced with authority.

“Please, you can’t fire me. I—I have kids at home to feed,” he stammered, desperation lacing his words. “It won’t happen again, I swear. I’ll do anything. Please…”His plea was so pitiful that a part of you almost felt a twinge of sympathy. Almost.

“Don’t worry, I won’t fire you,” you said coolly, stepping closer until you loomed above him. You couldn’t help but admire the pathetic look in his eyes as he gazed up at you, the mix of fear and pleading evident in every glance.

“Thank you—” he began, but you cut him off with a sharp look, silencing him before he could finish.

“Don’t thank me yet. There is something I need you to do if you wish to be forgiven Mr. Cameron” a sly smirk spread your lips. “Anything” he said desperately. Your smile widened, “undress and lie on the desk.”

Rafes eyes widened. But when he saw that you were serious his expression dropped and his throat bulged as he gulped. He slowly stood up and started following your instructions, unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor with the clink of his belt echoing in his ears he sat atop your desk. You licked your lips as you took him in. Imagining what it would be like to taste him. But that would have to be set aside for another day. You have other plans in mind for tonight.

“It’s simple really” you say nonchalantly as you unzip your dress and shimmy out of it. Leaving you in your matching black panties and bra. “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re gonna take it” you slipped your panties off and climbed on top of him.

You couldn’t help the smirk that glazed your face as you saw his soft cock start to harden. You gripped the base of it and held it straight as you positioned your already dripping pussy on top of it and slipped down.

Both of your groans filled your office, you sat there for a moment getting used to his size before you placed both your palms onto his chest and began bouncing.

“Ah, shit” Rafe clenched his teeth as he basked in the glory of your pussy fluttering around him, he hated to admit it but in this moment he forgot about his wife, he forgot why he was even in your office in the first place, he just cared about you and your tight pussy, clenching around him and milking him for everything he’s got.

You locked eyes either him as you panted. Moving up and down, rocking back and forth. “We both know this won’t be the last time, Cameron”

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[rafedaddy01]

Y/n knows that rafe always sleeps naked

So thats how she end up sneeking into his room during a sleepover with his daughter

Locking the door behind herself

And the minute it turns midnight and she is officially 18

She sinks down on his cock and takes her virginity

Holding onto the headboard of his bed as she rides him

A shiver runs down your spine as adrenaline surges through your veins. Your breath hitches, anticipation curling in your stomach as you sink down, taking him in inch by inch. A gasp escapes your lips, melting into a soft, breathless moan. “Fuck…” you whisper, the word slipping out involuntarily as the stretch sends a wave of pleasure through you. Your fingers tighten, nails pressing into his skin as your body adjusts, heat pooling between you both. He groans beneath you, hands gripping your hips, guiding you closer. The moment lingers, electric, before you begin to move.

“Y/N?” His voice is thick with sleep, laced with grogginess as he stirs beneath you. His hands move instinctively, fingers pressing into your hips, torn between stopping you and guiding you deeper. A sharp inhale escapes him as the heat of you wraps around him, tight and impossibly warm. His grip tightens, a low, strained groan slipping past his lips “What… what are you doing?” he rasps, though the question is laced with something else—something darker, needier. He can feel everything, the slickness, the way you fit around him like you were made for this, for him. And it’s fucking perfect.

Your breath comes in soft, uneven pants as you move, finding a rhythm that sends waves of pleasure rippling through you. His hands tighten on your hips, torn between guiding you and holding you still, as if trying to process the way you feel wrapped around him—hot, tight, perfect. “I’m finally 18, sir,” you whisper, your voice breathless, laced with something teasing yet utterly determined. A low groan rumbles from his chest, his grip flexing as your movements shift—rolling your hips, grinding down, chasing that intoxicating friction. Every deliberate motion draws another gasp, another sharp exhale, until the tension between you is a fire neither of you can control. He swallows hard, fingers digging into your skin as he watches you through heavy-lidded eyes, fighting a losing battle against the way you consume him whole.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire as he finally gives in, letting the weight of this moment consume him. His hands slide up, palms molding to your curves, fingers tracing the soft swell of your breasts. A deep, shuddering breath leaves him as his hips move instinctively, thrusting up to meet yours. The sudden intensity sends you tumbling forward, pressing against his chest as his arms wrap around you, holding you close. His grip is firm, possessive, each movement deliberate as he drives into you, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re mine,” he whispers, voice rough yet reverent. “You waited for me… such a good girl.” His words coil deep inside you, each praise sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body, winding you tighter, pushing you closer. Every thrust, every whispered affirmation, only pulls you further into the bliss unraveling between you.

A shudder wracked your body as a wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, leaving you trembling in his hold. Your insides fluttered, tightening around him as the sensation consumed you, pleasure blooming in every nerve. Rafe held you close, his grip firm yet comforting, his lips brushing against your temple as he whispered soft praises. “That’s it… such a good girl for me,” he murmured, his voice thick with adoration. His hands soothed over your back, grounding you as the aftershocks pulsed through you, his warmth wrapping around you like a promise—one that you knew, deep down, you’d never want to break.

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[rafedaddy01]

Thank you! I’ll think about turning it into a series. I have a lot in my inbox right now so maybe once I finish some one shots then! 💕💕

Hey I know you probably have soo much requests at the moment so feel free to do this whenever you have time

But you last fic was soo good I need a part 2.

The one with walking into rafes office in the middle of the night and blackmailing him into f ing you.

I need a part 2 right after they f ed in his office the first time.

His wife knocks at the door.

Rafe is still naked from the waist down and you are completly naked with his cum dipping out of you. So before she comes in rafe sits at his chair and y/n is underneath his desk.

So while his wife is praising her hardworking husband and promising him that he might get lucky if he comes to bed with her now, y/n is under the desk sucking him off. And leaving hickeys all over his inner thighs.

Thank you so much if you have time to write this.

Part 2 Part 1

Rafe’s gaze lingers on you, intense and unwavering. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the remnants of his high still coursing through him. There’s something raw in his eyes—something unspoken—as he watches you, his breath gradually slowing, but his grip on the moment refusing to loosen.

“Not a word of this to anyone,” he murmurs, his voice low and edged with warning. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and unreadable, as if daring you to break the silence.

Before you can even part your lips to respond, a sharp knock echoes through Rafe’s office. Both your heads snap toward the door just as a soft voice filters through—the unmistakable sound of his wife, gentle yet certain. “Rafe? Are you in there?” The air between you turns heavy, the moment hanging by a fragile thread.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters under his breath, his movements rushed and frantic as he struggles to pull himself together. He yanks up his dress pants, tightening his belt with quick, practiced motions. His eyes flick to you, dark with urgency. “Get under the desk,” he orders, his voice a hushed command. There’s no time to hesitate. As you slip into the cramped space, heart pounding, he strides toward the door, smoothing his shirt, masking every trace of what just happened. When he swings it open, his expression shifts effortlessly. A bright smile. A gentle kiss on her cheek. “Hey, baby,” he greets, his voice warm, easy—like nothing at all is out of place.

You hear there footsteps getting closer before Rafes legs are in front of you as he takes a seat at his desk chair. They continue their conversation as if you are not hiding beneath his desk. That’s when an idea pops into your head. You smirk to yourself as you slowly place your hands on Rafes thighs, feeling him slightly shift under your touch. You continue working your hands up until you reach his belt buckle and undo it. Moving to his zipper and pulling it down. Stuffing your hands in and pulling out his hardening cock. Watching it come to life only makes you smirk more as you realize he may like you more than he would care to admit. You bring your lifts forward as you kiss the tip. Taking your time and loving the way you feel rafe tense above you. You finally wrap your plump lips around him. Taking him to the back of your throat and slightly humming over it till you feel his hand come down. Just when you think he’s going to push you away, he pushes your head down until you stile a gag from how far back in your throat he is. Rafe Cameron may like this naughty game you’ve created more than he would admit.

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[rafedaddy01]

Stapp 😭🫶

Hey I know you probably have soo much requests at the moment so feel free to do this whenever you have time

But you last fic was soo good I need a part 2.

The one with walking into rafes office in the middle of the night and blackmailing him into f ing you.

I need a part 2 right after they f ed in his office the first time.

His wife knocks at the door.

Rafe is still naked from the waist down and you are completly naked with his cum dipping out of you. So before she comes in rafe sits at his chair and y/n is underneath his desk.

So while his wife is praising her hardworking husband and promising him that he might get lucky if he comes to bed with her now, y/n is under the desk sucking him off. And leaving hickeys all over his inner thighs.

Thank you so much if you have time to write this.

Part 2 Part 1

Rafe’s gaze lingers on you, intense and unwavering. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the remnants of his high still coursing through him. There’s something raw in his eyes—something unspoken—as he watches you, his breath gradually slowing, but his grip on the moment refusing to loosen.

“Not a word of this to anyone,” he murmurs, his voice low and edged with warning. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and unreadable, as if daring you to break the silence.

Before you can even part your lips to respond, a sharp knock echoes through Rafe’s office. Both your heads snap toward the door just as a soft voice filters through—the unmistakable sound of his wife, gentle yet certain. “Rafe? Are you in there?” The air between you turns heavy, the moment hanging by a fragile thread.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters under his breath, his movements rushed and frantic as he struggles to pull himself together. He yanks up his dress pants, tightening his belt with quick, practiced motions. His eyes flick to you, dark with urgency. “Get under the desk,” he orders, his voice a hushed command. There’s no time to hesitate. As you slip into the cramped space, heart pounding, he strides toward the door, smoothing his shirt, masking every trace of what just happened. When he swings it open, his expression shifts effortlessly. A bright smile. A gentle kiss on her cheek. “Hey, baby,” he greets, his voice warm, easy—like nothing at all is out of place.

You hear there footsteps getting closer before Rafes legs are in front of you as he takes a seat at his desk chair. They continue their conversation as if you are not hiding beneath his desk. That’s when an idea pops into your head. You smirk to yourself as you slowly place your hands on Rafes thighs, feeling him slightly shift under your touch. You continue working your hands up until you reach his belt buckle and undo it. Moving to his zipper and pulling it down. Stuffing your hands in and pulling out his hardening cock. Watching it come to life only makes you smirk more as you realize he may like you more than he would care to admit. You bring your lifts forward as you kiss the tip. Taking your time and loving the way you feel rafe tense above you. You finally wrap your plump lips around him. Taking him to the back of your throat and slightly humming over it till you feel his hand come down. Just when you think he’s going to push you away, he pushes your head down until you stile a gag from how far back in your throat he is. Rafe Cameron may like this naughty game you’ve created more than he would admit.

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[rafedaddy01]

Hey I know you probably have soo much requests at the moment so feel free to do this whenever you have time

But you last fic was soo good I need a part 2.

The one with walking into rafes office in the middle of the night and blackmailing him into f ing you.

I need a part 2 right after they f ed in his office the first time.

His wife knocks at the door.

Rafe is still naked from the waist down and you are completly naked with his cum dipping out of you. So before she comes in rafe sits at his chair and y/n is underneath his desk.

So while his wife is praising her hardworking husband and promising him that he might get lucky if he comes to bed with her now, y/n is under the desk sucking him off. And leaving hickeys all over his inner thighs.

Thank you so much if you have time to write this.

Part 2 Part 1

Rafe’s gaze lingers on you, intense and unwavering. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, the remnants of his high still coursing through him. There’s something raw in his eyes—something unspoken—as he watches you, his breath gradually slowing, but his grip on the moment refusing to loosen.

“Not a word of this to anyone,” he murmurs, his voice low and edged with warning. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and unreadable, as if daring you to break the silence.

Before you can even part your lips to respond, a sharp knock echoes through Rafe’s office. Both your heads snap toward the door just as a soft voice filters through—the unmistakable sound of his wife, gentle yet certain. “Rafe? Are you in there?” The air between you turns heavy, the moment hanging by a fragile thread.

“Fuck,” Rafe mutters under his breath, his movements rushed and frantic as he struggles to pull himself together. He yanks up his dress pants, tightening his belt with quick, practiced motions. His eyes flick to you, dark with urgency. “Get under the desk,” he orders, his voice a hushed command. There’s no time to hesitate. As you slip into the cramped space, heart pounding, he strides toward the door, smoothing his shirt, masking every trace of what just happened. When he swings it open, his expression shifts effortlessly. A bright smile. A gentle kiss on her cheek. “Hey, baby,” he greets, his voice warm, easy—like nothing at all is out of place.

You hear there footsteps getting closer before Rafes legs are in front of you as he takes a seat at his desk chair. They continue their conversation as if you are not hiding beneath his desk. That’s when an idea pops into your head. You smirk to yourself as you slowly place your hands on Rafes thighs, feeling him slightly shift under your touch. You continue working your hands up until you reach his belt buckle and undo it. Moving to his zipper and pulling it down. Stuffing your hands in and pulling out his hardening cock. Watching it come to life only makes you smirk more as you realize he may like you more than he would care to admit. You bring your lifts forward as you kiss the tip. Taking your time and loving the way you feel rafe tense above you. You finally wrap your plump lips around him. Taking him to the back of your throat and slightly humming over it till you feel his hand come down. Just when you think he’s going to push you away, he pushes your head down until you stile a gag from how far back in your throat he is. Rafe Cameron may like this naughty game you’ve created more than he would admit.

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[rafedaddy01]

Rafe fing his babysitter outside in the snow

His whole family and wife inside the house only a few meters away

And they are fing outside on the ground

Not being able to keep their hands of each other

A/N: guys I’m so sorry 😭 I know I haven’t posted in awhile and I have requests that have been in my inbox for a long time. But I am getting around to them. I promise 🙌

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You hadn’t expected to end up like this—flat on your back in the snow, freezing, your winter jacket soaked through. The cold bit at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire burning through you. And it was all because of him. Rafe Cameron had a way of getting under your skin, of turning any situation on its head. One second, you were standing your ground; the next, you were tangled up with him, breathless, his lips crashing against yours. His hands gripped your waist, his body pressing into yours, and suddenly, the cold didn’t seem so unbearable. Because when Rafe kissed you, the whole world blurred.

This was all wrong. Every part of it. Rafe Cameron was your boss. You were practically part of the family, a second mother to his kids, there every day, tucked into the rhythms of their lives. You practically lived with the Camerons. And Mrs. Cameron—she was so kind, so trusting. How could you do this to her? But when Rafe’s lips traveled down your neck, when his hands gripped your waist like he couldn’t bear to let go, all those thoughts blurred, drowned out by the heat of the moment. Because for now, none of it seemed to matter.

All you could think about was the heat—the way it spread through your body, drowning out every last shred of reason. Rafe Cameron, the most wanted man on the island, was unbuttoning your jeans. His hands, chilled from the night air, warmed against your skin as they slipped lower, fingers teasing over the thin fabric between you. Each touch sent a new wave of fire through you, making it impossible to think about anything—anyone—but him.

A soft moan escaped against his lips as his knuckles brushed over you, sending a tremor through your legs. The ache, the need—it was almost unbearable. Rafe smirked, drinking in every sound you made, reveling in how easily you unraveled beneath his touch. But you both knew time wasn’t on your side. Just beyond these walls, his family was inside, only a few meters away from your reckless, sinful indulgence. And yet, that only made it more exhilarating.

Your fingers fumbled with Rafe’s belt, urgency making them clumsy as you undid it and pushed his jeans down. A sharp breath left him when your cold hands wrapped around him, quickly warming against his skin. But he didn’t falter. His lips stayed locked with yours, his touch relentless, knuckles brushing over your core, drawing out every shaky breath, every quiet gasp. The world beyond this moment didn’t matter—only him, only this.

He quickly lost all patience, shoving your jeans and panties further down in one swift motion. A shiver ran through you—not from the cold, but from the way he looked at you, eyes dark with hunger. Then, without hesitation, he lined himself up and thrust forward, stealing the breath from your lips.

Your nails dug into his forearms as he braced himself above you, palms pressing into the snow on either side of your head. The cold left imprints beneath his hands, but neither of you felt it—too lost in the heat of the moment, in the way your bodies moved against each other.

The only sounds filling the night were your ragged breaths, mingling in the cold air. Rafe’s piercing blue eyes glistened under the moonlight, his gaze heavy with desire. Each exhale came in soft, visible puffs, matching your own. He didn’t look away—not for a second. Lust darkened his features as his hips moved in a slow, deliberate torment against you, dragging you deeper into the heat of him, into the moment neither of you could resist.

He felt so good inside you, every movement sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body. Every time you did this, it was a rush—intoxicating, addictive. A feeling you never wanted to end.And you knew Rafe felt the same. It was in his eyes, in the way his body responded to yours, in the unspoken words that lingered between you. The way he looked at you when you were around his kids, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you—it was all there, impossible to ignore.

He thrust faster, harder, driving you to the edge until a loud, uncontrollable wail tore from your lips. Before another sound could escape, Rafe’s palm came down over your mouth, muffling your cries. “Shh,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin, though the smirk tugging at his lips told you he loved every sound you made.

You shot him an apologetic look, your eyes pleading for mercy, but before you could say a word, your head fell back, your eyes rolling in pleasure. The sight only fueled Rafe’s ego, a smug smirk spreading across his face. He knew the effect he had on you, and it only made him hunger for more.

He fought to keep quiet, his jaw clenched, struggling to hold back the sounds threatening to escape. But the closer he got to the edge, the harder it became, each movement, each breath making it impossible to stay silent. His groans grew louder, raw with need, as he lost the battle against his own pleasure.

The way you clenched around him, tight and desperate, drove him absolutely wild. Each movement, each soft gasp, only made him lose control more, pushing him further into the edge of madness. He could barely hold himself together, every inch of him consumed by the intensity of it.

That’s when you felt it—the warmth of release, of tension unwinding inside you. His ragged breaths mixed with yours as his body started to soften, but he didn’t stop. He kept moving, steady and persistent, not easing up until he felt you reach the peak of your own pleasure. His hips continued their rhythm, deep and measured, making sure you finished before he allowed himself to let go.

“Fuck,” was the last thing you managed to whisper before your back arched, the world narrowing to nothing but the rush of pleasure that overtook you. Your body tensed, every muscle igniting as you finally let go, a wave of release crashing over you.

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[rafedaddy01]

Live in maid y/n going to the kitchwn to get a midnight snack in just a nightgown

There is no light except for the one coming from the open fridge

Y/n is looking for aomething to eat

And rafe comes up behind her ,bunching up her nightgown in his hands and fcks her right against the open fridge

Ripping her nightgown from her body in the process

Caught in the Dark

“What do you think you’re doing?” The deep voice behind you startles you, sending a jolt through your body. Your breath catches in your throat as your fingers instinctively tighten around the fridge door handle, knuckles turning white. The cool air from the open fridge brushes against your skin, but it does nothing to calm the sudden rush of heat spreading through you.

You turn around slowly, your breath hitching as you come face to face with Rafe. For a fleeting moment, you nearly sigh in relief, realizing it’s just your boss—but that relief vanishes the second he steps closer. His gaze darkens, raking over you with a hunger that sends a shiver down your spine. The air between you shifts, thick with an unspoken tension. It’s late—so late that you hadn’t thought twice about coming downstairs in just your nightgown, assuming the house would be empty. But now, under Rafe’s burning stare, the thin fabric feels almost scandalous, clinging to your curves in a way that suddenly makes you feel far too exposed. “I asked you a question.” His voice is smooth, edged with something dangerous, and when his brow lifts, his eyes trace every inch of you like he’s savoring the sight. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You stutter over your words, trying not to let his gaze trick you. “S-sir, I’m s-sorry. I was just hungry, looking for a midnight s-snack” That’s when rafe turns you around, your palms falling flat against the open fridge counter and you feel his hands bunch at your night gown. You hear the groan come out of him as he sees you have no panties on. You feel the heat of his exposed chest against your cold body, and you like it.

“Fuck, y/n” Rafe groans as he inhales your hair. Reveling in your scent. His hands grip at your hips under your clothing, the skin on skin contact making your body shake but also ache.

“I need you so bad” he doesn’t wait for you to answer as he kicks your feet apart and you feel this already exposed cock press against your entrance. Your breath hitches, unsure of how to act or what to say or what to do. You don’t exactly want him to stop, but you didn’t exactly ask for this either. Before you have time to think, rafe thrusts forward with all force making you gasp and grip your hands against the fridge tighter. He groans as he feels how tight and warm you are around him and then he starts pounding into you like a raging beast.

His cock feels so right inside of you. All the veins scraping against your walls and only adding to the pleasure. You try to stay silent, not give rafe the satisfaction of knowing how good he’s making you feel. He grips your throat from behind, yanking you closer until your eyes meet and your heads turned at an awkward angle. “I want to hear you, y/n. No holding back, I know this feels good for you” it’s like he read your mind, and that devilish smirk plastered on his face proves just that.

You let your sounds fall out of you, moans and praises of his name while he hold your neck and keeps your eyes on him. “There we go, such a good girl”

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[rafedaddy01]

Tried my best with this little collage, but I am back and I will have a story for you guys today 🖤🤍

[rafedaddy01]

Everything alright? Its been awfully quiet this past week

Hope nothing happened

Thank you 💜

Yes I am fine. I am just going on a trip to Mexico for my birthday and I have been so busy! I promise when I get back I will continue writing for you guys 😭😭

[rafedaddy01]

& i LOVE the gifs ;)

Thank you so much! 💜

[rafedaddy01]

Rafe is a successfull Business man about 40 years old married and has kids

His only Problem? He is a drug addict and he always buys his d rugs from 20 year old y/n

Y/n has always had a crush on him

So when rafe comes over to get his a new package and he has forgot his money ,she gives him an alternative Form of payment : f her and he will get them for free

At first he refuses but after a while he says okay because he is so desperate for the d r u g s

Grabbing a condom out of his wallet

But y/n stops him she wants to feel every inch of him raw inside of her

-

Rafe sits on your bed, desperation etched across his face as he watches you rummage through your things, searching for what he came here for.

You lean down further, your short skirt shifting slightly, revealing just a hint more than intended.

Rafe quickly turns his head, clenching his jaw as he struggles to push certain thoughts aside. The sound of your voice pulls him back, and he looks up just in time to see you holding the small dime bag with a sly smirk, confidently making your way toward the bed.

His fingers twitch, itching to snatch the bag from your grasp, but you press it tightly to your chest. “Payment first, Mr. Cameron,” you tease, a playful glint in your eyes as you tilt your head ever so slightly.

Rafe’s throat bobs as he swallows hard, his chest tightening like the room is closing in around him. He needs that dime bag—now. He knew you’d demand payment upfront, but he hadn’t come prepared with an excuse. His business is in shambles, and the weight of his desperation presses heavy on his shoulders. The drugs are his only escape, but he also knows you’re not one to back down without getting what you want.

“I—I don’t have the money right now,” Rafe stammers, his voice laced with urgency. Before he can say more, you spin on your heels, heading back to stash the bag where it came from. “Not good enough, Rafe,” you say firmly, your tone unwavering. “No payment, no drugs.”

“Unless…” you say, your voice dripping with suggestion as you slowly stalk back toward him. Standing over him, you reach down, lifting his sunken head by his chin until his tired, desperate eyes meet yours.

“There’s another thing I’d be willing to accept as payment,” you murmur, biting your lower lip as your eyes search his for understanding. When it finally clicks, his expression shifts, and he pulls back slightly “Y/N, I’m married. I can’t do that,” he says, his voice strained, but he doesn’t move from his spot, still seated on the bed with you standing over him. “You’ll do it if you want the drugs,” you reply softly, your fingers threading through his hair. You tug gently, tilting his head back as you lean in, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips, then trailing to the other side, your breath warm against his skin.

"Come on, Rafe, I know how bad you need these drugs," you whisper, your tone low and teasing as you tighten your grip on his hair. His eyes shut tightly, his jaw clenching as he fights an internal battle. "Just fuck me once," you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear. "That's all I'm asking for." Your teeth graze his earlobe, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Your wife will never know."

He gives in, pulling his wallet from his pocket and grabbing the condom he usually keeps in there. You throw your head back in laughter. “No rafe, I want you to fuck me raw” you swing your legs over his thighs, straddling his hips. Your clothed pussy falling perfectly in place on top of his hardened cock.

“Fuck” he grits out of his teeth as you grind down. Your lips press along his pulse on his neck, feeling it heighten as you kiss lower and lower, until you find his mouth. Kissing his lips hard. His hands come up to your hair, tugging and pulling you closer as you two make out.

You unbutton his shirt, your lips still tangled with his. Pushing the soft material off his shoulder and clawing into his bare chest. He groans against your lips. Biting as he pulls away breathlessly.

You pull your own shirt off, leaving your bare chest in front of him. He licks his lips as he twitches to touch you, to palm your breasts and pinch your nipples. “Touch them” you break the silence and read his thoughts.

He smirks as he brings his hands up, palming at your chest, thumb circling your buds before flicking them. His eyes examine your face and the way it twists in pleasure.

Your fingers trail down your body, flipping your little skirt up and finding your soaked panties. Pressing firmly against your clit as rafe continues to play with your tits.

“Fuck, are you playing with yourself” Rafes gruff voice breaks your concentration as you open your eyes and find him smirking at you.

You smile back, applying more pressure and arching your back, “yes!” You head rolls back and rafe takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, sucking marks that he knows you’ll admire the next day.

He lifts you off him, turning you around before taking off his pants and boxers. He goes back to hovering over you, his cock on full display now and it makes your mouth water.

“Do me a favor and move this sorry excuse for a skirt out of the way” he nods to the fabric around your waist as he grips his cock and slowly strokes. Waiting for you to follow his instruction.

You flip your skirt up. Pulling your panties to the side. Your wetness on display for him.

“I thought you didn’t want this” your panting as he watches your hands move. “Shut the fuck up and spread your legs” that was the only warning you got before he stuffed you full of his cock.

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[rafedaddy01]

Good god The Other side of Innocence - part 2 was even better than part 1!

For part 3:

Y/n just comes down from her first orgasm and she needs more so she starts begging rafe for more right here and there

And rafe cant resist taking your virginity

He hopes no one of his employees or neighbors are home to see him slip into y/n in the middle of the day

Fing her relentless

The Other side of Innocence - part 3

Part 2 Part 1

Notes: thank you!! So much fun writing this mini series. Your requests are all so creative and imaginative 💕

His fingers withdraw, leaving your trembling thighs aching for more. Your breath comes in shallow gasps as your eyes lock onto his, dark and heavy with desire.

"Show me more," you whisper, your chest rising and falling as you beg him to take advantage of you. His lips curl into a wicked smile, eyes never leaving yours. "You think you're ready for more?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as he leans closer. "Careful what you ask for, sweetheart." "I'm not afraid," you breathe, your voice trembling with anticipation. "I want all of you." His gaze darkens, a soft chuckle rumbling from his chest. "Oh, you'll get more than you bargained for."

His hands quickly tug at your swim bottoms, discarding the fabric without hesitation before turning his attention to himself. He frees his cock, stroking it slowly, the motion deliberate and unhurried. Your wide eyes fix on his length, a mixture of awe and anticipation written across your face.

He cast a cautious glance around, ensuring none of his nosy neighbors were peeking out their windows. The thought of the women at the club getting wind of this was enough to make his skin crawl. The gossip alone would be a death sentence to his reputation-being caught with an 18-year-old was not a risk he ever intended to take. But then there were your eyes. Those wide, innocent eyes brimming with curiosity, silently begging him to break his resolve. He tried to resist, but when you whispered, "Please," your voice so soft, so sweet, it unraveled him completely. That single word was enough to make him lose all self-control.

He ran his thumb gently along the side of your face, a touch so tender it felt almost too intimate. Realizing what he was doing, he paused, shaking his head as if to snap himself out of it. His hand dropped from your face, sliding down to grip your hips instead, grounding himself as he guided his cock to your entrance.

"Oh, Rafe!" you gasped, your voice trembling as his tip slowly eased inside. Your tight walls clenched around him, drawing him in further with every inch, as if your body was inviting him to go deeper.

A low groan rumbled from his chest as curses tumbled past his gritted teeth. The way your tight, velvety walls clenched around him had him fighting to keep control, every muscle in his body straining to hold back his release. He was so damn close, it was maddening. But more than the pleasure, it was the possessive fire burning inside him. The thought of anyone else touching you, seeing you like this, was unthinkable. He was the first, and he'd make damn sure he was the last. You were his now-his to take, his to keep.

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[rafedaddy01]

Hi so I have never requested anything before but could you write a part two for "The other side of Innocence "

Like he is rubbing sunscreen on her and she complains that there is a terrible ache between her legs

So rafe asks her if he should help her with that

And of course she says yes

Trusting him completely

Anyway thank you

The Other side of Innocence - part 2 Part 1

Notes: thank you for the request bby 💕

-

His fingers glide over your nipples, the light touch sending shivers through your body and igniting a craving for more. The sensation is new and unfamiliar, leaving you unsure of how to respond-something you've never experienced before.

Your thighs instinctively clench at his touch, and Rafe's eyes flicker with recognition, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as he notices your reaction.

Your stomach flutters with butterflies as Rafe’s eyes bore into yours, then slowly trail down your body. The intensity of his gaze makes you nervous, yet fills you with a thrilling excitement you’ve never felt before.

His hands continue their slow, deliberate movements on your breasts, light and tender as if testing the boundaries. He can feel your resolve slipping, a flicker of confidence in his touch—he knows it's only a matter of time before you break.

“Rafe,” you whisper, your voice soft and trembling as it lingers in the air, barely audible but full of need.

"Something's happening... um-between my legs," you whisper, your voice wavering as your cheeks flush, a mix of arousal and embarrassment burning across your skin.

"Need me to help?" he murmurs, his voice low and gruff, eyes fixed on your covered core. His fingers twitch, aching to slip beneath the fabric and explore what's hidden.

Your eyes lock with his, filled with silent plea. You nod slightly before your eyes flutter shut, and your head tilts back in anticipation. His fingers curl around the side of your bottoms, and with a soft pressure, his thumb presses against your nub.

“There we go.. relax. Let daddy take care of you”

Your eyes squeeze shut as his fingers more faster, more prominent. He applies more pressure and slips one, then two, then three fingers inside you while toying with your nub. He urges you and praises you all through it. While you moan and grip his forearm, nails digging into the skin. Your resolve fading as you cum all over your best friends dads fingers.

Part 3

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[rafedaddy01]

That means so much 🥹 thank you!! 🫶

Sleeping over at your best friends place

Walking into rafes office in the house in the middle of the night (hes still working)

Stripping out of your pjs infront of him and telling him "either you f me or I am gonna start screaming for help"

Rafe telling you over and over how much he hates you as he is thrusting into you

"If you hate me soo much , why are you so hard?"

When hes about to pull out "pull out and I will scream for help"

-

“You have two choices,” you say calmly, letting your clothes fall to the floor. “Either you give me what I want, or I scream loud enough to wake the whole house. Imagine what your wife would think… or worse, your daughter.”

“Fuck you,” Rafe mutters under his breath, his jaw tightening as he reluctantly pushes himself up from his office chair. “Get over here.”

He grabs you by the waist, his grip firm as he sweeps the clutter off his desk with one hand. Pinning you down against the cold surface, he leans in close, his voice low and dripping with venom. “I hate you so much.”

He freezes for a moment, his breath heavy as he hovers over you. The tension crackles in the air like a live wire, his anger barely masking something darker, something undeniable. You smirk, your voice dripping with mockery as you tilt your head to meet his heated gaze. "If you hate me so much," you purr, letting the words linger, "then why is your dick hard?"

“Fuck you, Y/N,” he growls through clenched teeth, his frustration spilling over as his grip on your waist tightens. His eyes blaze with a mix of anger and something he refuses to name, the war between his words and actions written all over his face.

A smug smirk spreads across your lips as you get exactly what you want. Your fingers trail to his belt, undoing the buckle with deliberate precision before pulling it free from the loops. The sound of his zipper sliding down fills the charged air as your hand slips inside, palming him through the fabric. His head falls back, a low groan escaping his lips, raw and unrestrained. When his eyes meet yours again, the anger has melted away, replaced by an unmistakable hunger. Without hesitation, he frees himself and thrusts into you, drawing a shared moan from both of you as the tension finally snaps.

His hips slam into you at a relentless pace, each thrust stealing the breath from your lungs. His mouth finds your chest, lips hot and desperate as he licks, sucks, and nips at your sensitive skin. "That's it," you cry out, your voice breaking with each movement. "Just like that-don't stop!"

His bangs fall messily in front of his face, damp with sweat from the force of his movements. They cling to his forehead, and your fingers instinctively reach up to brush them away, exposing his flushed features. Your eyes meet, and the truth is written all over him-he's enjoying this far more than he's willing to admit. His pupils are blown wide, his nostrils flaring with every squeeze your pussy gives around his cock, dragging a guttural groan from deep within him.

The room is consumed by the sounds of your ragged breaths mingling with his, the wet squelch of your pussy taking him in over and over, and the relentless creak of the desk rocking beneath you with every thrust. Each sound only fuels the intensity, amplifying the raw, desperate energy between you.

The desk digging into your back was sure to leave bruises by tomorrow, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. All that mattered was Rafe Cameron, fucking you raw against it, fulfilling the forbidden desire you'd harbored since the day you befriended his daughter.

You met each of his thrusts with equal intensity, your body pushing back against him as you spread your legs wider, giving him more. His growl rumbled through the room, and his grip on your hips tightened, his movements becoming rougher as he drove into you.

"Rafe," you moaned, your voice desperate. "I'm gonna cum-don't stop, please."

He groans, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he watches you move beneath him, each thrust deep and relentless. His breathing becomes more erratic, his eyes dark with desire as he feels your body clenching around him. "Fuck," he gasps, his voice thick with lust. "This pussy is squeezing me so good." His words are barely a whisper, but they send a jolt of heat through you, making the moment feel even more intense.

His hand came up to your throat. His possessiveness showing, he wrapped his thick digits around and squeezed. “Such a good girl for daddy”

“But also such a naughty girl for manipulating me into fucking you”

Your gaze locks with his, intensity building between you, as your fingers trail down your body, finding your clit, your touch deliberate and teasing.

“Are you close to cumming daddy?” You teased him as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

The word slips from his lips in a low, strained breath as he feels the tension building between you, his body reacting instinctively to the pressure mounting. His grip on you tightens, his jaw clenched, and his eyes flicker with a mix of frustration and desire. “Shit,” he mutters, unable to hold back any longer.

“Uh uh, I want your cum inside me”

Rafes about to pull out until you speak. Your legs wrap around him tighter and hold him in place as your eyes challenge him. “Fuck, your such a manipulative bitch”

Unable to pull out, he starts thrusting faster. Chasing his high.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck”.

“Yes, right there!”

He grits his teeth, his body trembling as the wave of sensation hits him. “Holy shit,” he breathes out, his voice strained with surprise and intensity, unable to keep the reaction from escaping.

You feel the warmth of him till you up. Twitching as you both come down from your highs. A feeling of mixed emotions settled in the air between you. Rafe knows he’s pussy whipped and you know that you have him in your control. This is going to be a fun game.

He slowly pulls out of you as he redresses without saying a single word. He runs his fingers through his soaked hair a few times as he watches you still sitting on his table, spread out and not having a care in the world about his own cum dripping out of you and all over his desk.

You slip a finger in between your slit and gather both your juices, holding out for rafe. And of course he complies, leaning in and sucking your fingers clean as you call him a good boy.

“Such a good boy” you rub his cheek before standing up and redressing.

Rafe looks at you, his gaze intense but quiet, a hint of something deeper in his eyes. “Thank you,” he says, his voice low, almost inaudible. There’s an unmistakable edge to it, a sense that he’s already hooked, addicted to whatever it is between you two.

You smirk, watching the shift in his expression, the way his posture changes as the realization hits him. The vulnerability, the need in his eyes—it’s all there, and you’ve got him right where you want him. “That’s more like it, Rafe,” you say with a teasing tone, your voice dripping with satisfaction. The words hang in the air, a reminder that you’ve got control now, and he’s already hooked.

Rafe’s eyes narrow, his tone low and serious as he looks at you. There’s an undeniable intensity in his gaze, a mixture of caution and something more possessive. “Not a word of this to anyone,” he says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. He’s clearly aware of the consequences if anyone finds out, but the underlying tension suggests he might not mind keeping this between you two, for now.

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