#₊˚⊹♡ icky!rafe

[rafesangelita]

Hi! Do you still do rafe smuts? How about he’s maybe smoking/doing lines with his friends and you are getting needy and he doesn’t give you attention and he’s treating you very mean and calling you clingy? He ends up fingering you in front of them. I just want to be his cokewhoreeee

warnings: icky!rafe, mean!rafe, dubcon (?), heavy drug use, teasing, rafe’s friends are gross, dirty talk, groping, slapping, finger sucking, degradation, dumbification, marking, biting, voyeurism (?), public sex, fingering, suggestive ending

“rafeeee!” you whined, tugging on his arm so he could look your way. topper and kelce merely glanced at you before their bloodshot eyes scanned down your bare legs, both of them exchanging a look before nodding in your direction as if to remind rafe you were sitting next to him. “watch out.” rafe warned, shrugging you off before going back to laughing with his pervy friends. you couldn’t understand why rafe was always so set on you attending parties with him if he was just going to ignore you the whole time.

huffing through your nose, you watched as rafe rubbed his gums with his finger, a groan rumbling from his chest as he savored the taste of blow on his tongue. “i’m eating this shit like it’s candy..” he shook his head, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch. with rafe’s arms propped up on the top of the sofa, you took the opportunity to curl up into his side, his warmth providing you with a few seconds of comfort before he nudged you away. “quit your shit. seriously.” he glared at you, sending a pout to take over your features.

kelce and topper looked at you like you were there purely for their amusement, their heavy stares burning hot against your skin. rafe always teased that his best friends had it really bad for you, both of them pleading with your boyfriend to let them make a move on you. rafe shut down their advances of course, but god did it make him feel cocky. draping your legs across rafe’s lap, you waited for him to push you off but his defenses never came. your dress was so short, you were sure anyone could catch a glimpse of what was underneath— more specifically what you didn’t have on.

trailing your foot over rafe’s clothed cock, he took a mean bong rip before you sat up, propping yourself on his thigh as you left a string of kisses up his neck. “mmm— what are you doing?” you moved your hips, a whimper tumbling out of your mouth as you moaned at the slight friction you felt against your needy cunt. “just want you to touch me..” you whispered in his ear, grabbing his hands and guiding them over to cup your tits through your dress. rafe swallowed thickly, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he gave in and squeezed the swells of your breasts.

“yeah? you just want some attention, huh?” he glanced over at his friends and smiled when he saw their hungry gazes trained on your backside. you nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips as he took you fully in his lap, turning you around so you could face kelce and topper. your cheeks heated once you made eye contact with them, a soft moan sounding from you as rafe forced your legs apart. “well you got it now.” he laughed, barely lifting up the hem of your dress so the guys could steal a peek of your pretty pussy.

“tell them they can’t have it.” you let out a shaky breath at his words, your eyes fluttering closed when you felt rafe cup you between your thighs. “y-you can’t have it..” you gasped when rafe delivered a soft slap to your cheek. “tell them they can look but they can’t touch.” he dipped his fingers between your folds as you repeated his words, your jaw falling slack as he gathered your slick and circled your clit. topper leaned back in his seat while kelce laughed incredulously. “how do you get them to be obedient like this, bro?” a smug grin took over rafe’s features as he wrapped his free hand around your neck.

“you’re not fucking them right.” at this, rafe started pressing harder circles into your sensitive bud, the action making you jolt. “if you fuck them stupid, they start acting like it,” he laughed, “look at this brainless slut, you think she has a single thought running through her head right now?” you were in hysterics when rafe finally stuffed your cunt with his fingers, his long digits slipping in with ease. kelce scoffed, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to hear your sweet cries. rafe tightened his grip on your throat before nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear.

you all but melted when he curled his fingers, hitting that soft, gummy spot inside of you that made your toes curl blissfully. “rafe..” you grabbed his wrist in a poor attempt to remove his hand but he just went faster, his thumb now rubbing your clit with the added strokes of his digits. suckling on your flesh, rafe didn’t pull away until you sobbed into his chest. “i’m— oh!” topper watched intently as you lost yourself in rafe’s lap, your legs trembling on either sides of his thighs as he sucked bruises into your skin. your thighs shut around his hand as you tears welled up in your eyes at the white hot pleasure coursing through your system.

you writhed in his strong hold until he brought you down from your high, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. wiping away at the stray tears that rolled down your cheeks, rafe finally removed his hand from under your dress, bringing his soaked fingers to your lips so you could lick them clean. topper and kelce sat there in shock, both of them hard in their khaki’s. you didn’t care that a whole party was taking place in the same room, you had already tuned everything out a long time ago. you blinked, your vision hazy as you looked around.

if someone saw what just went down, they didn’t point it out, the party carrying on as if nothing happened. topper watched as rafe whispered something in your ear, in which you nodded frantically as a reply. without a word, rafe helped you up as he adjusted your dress before resting a hand in the small of your back. “we’re gonna head out,” rafe winked, “i got a proper ‘thank you’ waiting for me when we get home..” you giggled, waving rafe’s friends goodbye as if they didn’t just watch you cum around your boyfriend’s fingers. kelce and topper waited for you two to disappear in the crowd before sharing a look.

“i need his game card.”

[sunniepoo]

plsplspls more mean and icky stepbro!rafe x innocent/pure!reader 🙏 i lovee the way u write him 💕💕

maybe something like stebro!rafe teaching r how to kiss n get herself off n all that orr maybe sleepy sex <3

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“ngh-uh” you pant, body restless as your fingers sloppily slip in and out of your dripping cunt. you’ve never felt like this, never felt so desperate; so unexplainably horny

you hadn’t expected the whine that left your mouth to come at the high volume that it did, but you were just so frustrated; your fingers weren’t hitting that one spot you craved them to. when all your friends said they did this , you expected it would be easy, not like this

all your thoughts were interrupted as a harsh knock on the door followed by the booming voice of rafe caused you to scramble, finding a spare top and shorts to chuck on before answering

“jesuuus christ open the door already” the older blonde shouts, pounding the door aggressively

you rush and open the door slightly to reveal the frame of a shirtless, messy haired rafe - you could see the slight pop of the veins in his arms and most importantly the bulge in his pants. “what’s taking you so long” you couldn’t miss the slight smirk and teasing tone coating his voice “hm?” he questions again

“uh-j-just” the natural panic was evident in your eyes as they widened and your eyebrow raised like a deer caught in headlights “ just tired”

you couldn’t help the groan that comes out as he enters your room. “raaafe” your whine to stop him falls on deaf ears as he sits on your bed. “please leave” you huff out, just desperate to get back to working your pussy away and get the release you’ve been dying for; he was ruining everything

“c’mon sit” the older cameron pats of his lap, calling you over as if you were his little puppy “raafe please go” you would’ve typically never gave this much attitude to the brooding male, him acknowledging your presence was a once in a lifetime thing

“don’t make me repeat myself” despite his menacing tone his gaze was enchanting, you’ve never understood how someone so beautiful could be so cruel at times.

with a couple of huffs and puffs you find yourself making your way over to the tall blond, making yourself home at one of his legs as the large surface of his palm guided you onto him.you had to bite back the whimper that threatened to leave your mouth as your clit rubbed against the front of his leg

it was confusing to say the least - why was he being so nice? but you were just a girl and it was so so so tempting to just lean back into the chest of the older cameron , letting his warmth fill you

you could feel his warm breath fall up on your shoulders, tingling the bottom of your ears “w-what are you doing here” you finally breathe out, finding it impossibly hard to not just rub against his leg

“just wanted to let you know that our rooms are right next to each other” he whispers, it was so oddly sensual and it couldn’t help but make your poor little pussy clench and pulse around nothing. it made your head tumble you shouldn’t feel this way about him; not your new big brother

“i already know tha-” you start but are interrupted by the boy beneath you, eyes looking at you intently while his fingers dance along your waist

“and the walls aren’t as thick as you think, so you know i hear everything”

oh!

you were speechless - quite literally, you opened your mouth to say something and nothing but a small squeak came out and before you know it tears were welling up and your eyes as you were starting to breakdown

“hey hey hey” he rushes to speak, rubbing a what was meant to be soothing arm across the sides of you but only causes you to hide in shame “don’t stress… i came here to tell you that i can y’know help” his fingers making their way down to your thighs, sliding up to cup your pussy “just some lessons”

“what” you didn’t expect your words to come out so harshly, as you look at him with wide curious eyes - could he really?

and that’s how you found yourself legs spread open, with rafe cameron fingers rubbing on your sensitive little clit, one finger slipping into your cunt reaching oh so deep. they had turned less into lesson but more into your older stepbrother straight up fingering you in your bed

“oooooh” you moan out, his finger knuckle deep in your needy little pussy hitting places you couldn’t even imagine “feels so ngh- good” he couldn’t help but stick another finger into your wet cunt watching your head go to complete bliss as it clenches desperately around the length of his fingers while he gently pistons them in and out

“could make you feel like this all the time” he breathes out, his own hard on grinding against the plump of your ass “little sluts like you love it”

the coarse whine that left your mouth signalled your upset as you looked at him wide eyed with your lips pouting. the breathy laugh that leaves him is followed by a soft kiss to the tops of your head “s’kay you’re my little slut”

“i-i ngh- don’t think” you could barely make out words as his fingers speed up to an impossibly fast pace, the coil in your stomach was starting to loosen and oh it felt so good! “w-we should do this agai-” the moan that left your mouth was almost pornographic, heaving loudly as his thumb goes to harshly rub on your clit

“hm and why is that” he teases increasing his pace and pressure, hitting all the right spots - this was so so wrong

“you’re family; you’re my stepbrother” you felt yourself finally get closer, like that ache was finally going to be cured- he must’ve had magic in his fingers with the way he was making you feel

and just as that coil in your stomach was about to unfold, he stops and even with your grinding against him and the endless whimpers he doesn’t continue

“why did you stop?” the question comes out a lot more pathetic than you expected, “well you said it, we shouldn’t be doing this, so i guess i’ll just g-” despite his words he makes no efforts to leave but that doesn’t stop your from whining and holding him tightly

“no no no…. i didn’t mean it” you admit, voice all weak and needy - all you want-no needed was him to fuck you with his fingers all messy and mean, there was no point in trying to hide it

“that’s my girl” the soft kiss is a stark contrast to the rough and nasty pistoning of his fingers, messing up your poor cunt but bringing you closer to your high

“yes yes yes” you thanked god that no one was home tonight as the loud moan left your mouth as your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers, your high washing over you - leaving you putty in his arms

maybe rafe wasn’t so mean after all

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[moremaybank]

stepbro!rafe who convinces you to let him fuck your ass when you tell him that you're saving yourself because it “doesn't really count.” really, he just wants to be the only one who’s broken in that tight little hole !!!!!!! so greedy and icky and selfish !!!!!!!

catch up on stepbro!rafe here ♡︎

[rafesangelita]

sheep!reader going to a party w rafe? 🤍

warnings: icky!s1!rafe, heavy teasing, drug use, kelce and topper are kinda gross, public groping, smoking, peer pressure (?), sheep is slightly embarrassed but too shy to say anything, a little bit of rough handling, suggestive language, rafe saying he’ll ‘share’ sheep..

“well, look who we have here!” topper lifted his head from the white line he was about to snort off of the coffee table before scooting over, making room on the sofa for you and rafe to squeeze between him and kelce. rafe was all smiles when he pulled you onto his lap, your cheeks heating as you felt your dress ride up your thighs. “i didn’t think we’d ever see you at a party..” topper leaned in, the close proximity making a shiver run down your spine. truth be told, you didn’t think you’d ever be seen at a party either, but here you were, your boyfriend’s fingers slipping under your dress while two of his best friends watched you with lustful eyes.

it had taken a good portion of the evening for rafe to convince you to come out with him, your heart hammering in your chest the whole ride over here. not knowing what to say, you hid your face in rafe’s chest, all three of them laughing at your shy demeanor. “aww, come on, let us see that pretty face.” you stayed hidden, rafe’s large palm kneading your flesh as he reached for the bong on the table. “kelce, ‘you light me up?” you heard the flicker of a lighter, peeking up from rafe’s shirt as he inhaled from the glass structure, the sound of bubbles filling up your ears.

rafe took a long drag, holding the smoke in for a few moments before blowing all of it in your face, making you gasp softly before you started coughing. your eyes watered, the two boys on either side of you dabbing each other up as they found amusement in your obvious discomfort. “rafe..” you whispered, a pout adorning your lips while he pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot on your neck. you couldn’t help the small whimper from leaving your lips, the sound drawing both topper and kelce’s attention. “damn, rafe, when are you gonna let us get in on this?” kelce placed a hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

“forreal, this shy little thing is just so cute.” topper added, his hand finding the small of your back. rafe could tell by the nervous look on your face that you weren’t sure how to react, his facial expression turning into one of amusement. “tell you what..” he stroked the side of your face, “give me a bump and we can share.” seeing the way your eyes widened was almost comical, topper wasting no time in scooping some of the blow onto his finger tip. “give this to him, sweetheart.” instinctively, you accepted his digit, letting him lay the blow on the back of your hand.

holding your hand up to rafe’s nose, he covered one of his nostrils, snorting the powder until only a little bit of residue was left. “lick it.” rafe gripped the back of your neck, him and his friends staring at you intently. “yeah, do it, baby.” “you’ll feel so good..” you swallowed thickly, your eyebrows drawing together as they watched your tongue lick a small stripe up your skin. apart of you was scared of the after effects of this stuff, but still, you obeyed. rafe was smiling ear to ear, his corruption kink going off the charts right now. “what the fuck!” topper laughed, both him and kelce sitting in disbelief.

“she really fucking did it?!” kelce moved closer, your boyfriend roughly grabbing your cheeks as he shook your head around. “of course she did,” he cupped you through your panties, “she’ll do whatever i tell her to.. right, ‘pretty?” you nodded, gripping rafe’s forearm as topper moved your hair to one side of your frame. “come on, man, just a taste.” rafe pulled you into a kiss, his palm coming up to cup your tits over the lacey material of your dress. despite his earlier words, rafe was far too greedy to share you with anyone. “not a fucking chance, thornton.”

[rafesangelita]

♡ when frat!rafe is embarrassed to ask bitchy!kook!reader to choke him, but she does it for him anyways..

warnings: sub!rafe, choking, degradation, unprotected sex, asphyxiation, handjob, overstimulation, slight humor

“why do you keep putting my hand around your neck?” you laughed, your hips coming to a stop as rafe gazed up at you with pleading eyes. you were currently seated on top of him, his cock buried balls deep inside your cunt as you rode him like he didn’t have icky friends who could hear everything in the next room. you watched rafe’s cheeks turn red, his jaw ticking as he continued pressing your hand to his throat. arching a brow, you gave his throat a squeeze, a look of relief washing over his face as you tightened your grip. you could’ve sworn you felt him twitch inside of you, a teasing smile gracing your lips as you shook your head.

“oh, so this is what you wanted?” you scoffed, “who would’ve thought that the misogynistic, cocky frat boy liked to be choked? i’d be embarrassed too if i were you..” rafe groaned, your degrading words only turning him on even more. leaning all your weight on the hand you had propped up on his chest, you started bouncing on him once again, this time making sure your nails dug into his skin as he let out a string of curses.

“you’re so fucking pathetic,” you half moaned, “i bet you feel like a real tough guy, huh? you go around bullying your new pledges and making them feel like they’re beneath you, but really you’re the lowest of them all. i wonder what they’d think of you then if they saw you like this, just being used for your cock. that’s all you’re really good for, anyways.” rafe gripped your hips, his eyes screwing shut as he took the blows of your insults to his ego. he had never been talked down on like this, and as sick and embarrassing as it was, you were becoming his newest obsession with every word you spoke against him.

“ah, fuck— please! please let me cum inside you!” he blurted out, his vision growing fuzzy as you pressed down on his windpipe. sliding off of him, rafe hissed as you scooted down and kneeled between his legs, his eyebrows knitting together as he propped himself up on his elbows to watch you. “sorry, i don’t let losers cum inside me.” rafe let out a shaky breath when you took him in your fist, a protest sitting on the tip of his tongue as you started stroking him. “no, please, i’m begging you.” he whimpered, his bangs sticking to his forehead as he started feeling the pounding thumps in his head from the lack of oxygen.

“shut the fuck up,” you stroked him faster, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips bucked, “you should be grateful i’m letting you cum at all.” rafe felt like he was on the verge of passing out, his chest caving in as he felt the coil deep in stomach snap, a groan leaving his lips as you finally let go of his neck. rafe was convinced he wasn’t here anymore, his body convulsing as the force of his high wracked through his limbs, his cum decorating his torso as you made no effort to slow down your movements. “f-fuck! wait—” he gasped, black dots spotting his vision as he shook under your touch, “i can’t no more!” he shouted through gritted teeth, his abs constricting as overstimulation set in.

letting go, you left him to go through the aftershocks of his orgasm as you got dressed, slipping your heels back on before throwing your purse over your shoulder and checking your hair in the mirror. rafe turned around, his eyebrows raising as he watched you walk towards his bedroom door. “wait where are you going?!” he shot up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he scrambled to put some shorts on, “you didn’t— you know.. finish..” he whispered the last part, his face just centimeters away from your own. pecking his cheek, you opened the door halfway, “yikes, i must not be the first girl you’ve said that to.”

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[rafesangelita]

♡ asking frat!rafe for permission to cum

warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, implied enemies to lovers, praise, slight degradation, dirty talk, slapping, overstimulation, fingering, oral (m. receiving), facial

“oh! fuckkk, rafe—” you couldn’t believe it. the president of one of the most obnoxious fraternities, and your most handsome headache, was pounding into you with a force that quite literally had you gripping his sheets like your life depended on it. “what? you always got some smart shit to say, why don’t you say something now?” he laughed, landing a harsh smack to your ass. you squealed at the stinging sensation, feeling utterly helpless as he fucked you speechless. rafe smiled at your lack of response, your fucked out expression only riling him up further.

“oh, that’s right.. you’re only smart until you have some cock inside of you..” gripping your skirt he had long since hiked up your thighs, rafe balled his fist into the soft material before picking up his pace, the sound of his skin meeting yours making your cheeks heat in embarrassment. you were completely at his mercy right now. your back ached from the mean arch rafe had you bent over in, your knees digging into his mattress as he kept your head shoved into his pillows. you couldn’t understand how you had let yourself get swooned by his icky charms.

rafe slowed down eventually, his fingers rubbing your clit into overstimulation as your thighs shook and trembled, your cries encouraging him to keep up his ministrations on your aching bud. “gonna cum for me again, princess?” rafe pulled out until only his swollen tip was nestled inside of you, his jaw falling slack as you clenched around him, your walls fluttering around the sticky head of his cock. “y-yes, can i?” as soon as he gave you the green light, you screamed into your palm, your poor sensitive cunt gripping him like a vice as you fell over the edge in a fit of tears and whimpers.

rafe held you up as your legs threatened to give out from under you, his lips coming down to whisper filthy obscenities in your ear. “fuck, just look at you.. you’re even more prettier when you’re cock drunk like this.” he nipped at the soft flesh of your neck, eliciting a shaky breath to leave your lips. “i can’t!” you attempted to crawl away from him as he gave your clit one final pinch, your chest caving in on itself as he slapped your puffy folds. “you can take it,” he pulled you back, replacing his cock with his fingers, “cause i’m gonna make sure you do.” rafe shifted his weight so he was now kneeling at your side.

tapping his length against your glossy lips, you welcomed him into your mouth as he curled his digits inside of you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of his fingertips pressing into your sweet spot. “you’re such a pretty fucking whore, ‘taking me so good in your throat like this.” he stroked your cheek, thumbing away a stray tear as you blinked up at him through your eyelashes. rafe closed his eyes, reveling in the way you swallowed around his length, your head bobbing up and down as you continued sucking him off with ease.

rafe hissed, his hand now cupping your jaw as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “ah, shit— you gonna let me paint that pretty face, hmm?” the corners of your lips lifted slightly in a smile as you nodded, the man above you cursing at the sight. slipping his fingers out of you, rafe pulled at the roots of your hair, forcing your head to stay up as he jerked himself off with his free hand. you watched as rafe’s muscles constricted in his lower abdomen, his hips stuttering as he groaned. “fuckfuckfuck—” your eyes fluttered closed when his cum shot out onto your face, the thick, warm ropes littering your skin as he shuddered.

“oh, my god,” he sighed, his head hanging in defeat, “stay here.” rafe got up and wet a face towel with warm water before helping you sit up against his headboard. he cleaned you off, only leaving behind a small drop so he could scoop the sticky glob with his finger, popping the digit into your mouth so you could lick it clean. letting out a shaky breath, you let rafe pull you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your shivering frame. “i like you so much more when you’re not lecturing me.” rafe whispered, rubbing soothing circles into your flesh.

thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

[rafesangelita]

♡ gooning to your instagram page was a regular occurrence for stepbro!rafe, but getting caught? that’s something that didn’t happen everyday..

warnings: stepcest, reader is bit of a bimbo, male masturbation, rafe is super pervy and kinda icky in this lol, name calling, handjob, messy kissing, oral (f. receiving), praise, mutual pining (?), dirty talk, pussy slapping, overstimulation, unprotected sex, rafe is a loser so premature ejaculation, marking, cock warming, multiple orgasms, creampie

wc: 2.0k

“such a fucking slut, ‘posting shit like this.” rafe cursed under his breath, his phone in one hand and his cock in the other. jerking off to your slutty instagram account had become a part of his daily routine. he hated that you were so active on it, but then again, if it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have so many pictures and videos to keep him sane while he fantasized about fucking his bratty little stepsister. pathetically enough, rafe knew he had to keep his grimy hands off of you, and fuck, did it piss him off. to have something so close, yet so far out of his reach.

your story highlights alone was enough to hold him off for the next year, but your actual posts? he swore anyone who came across your page was in gooning heaven. he’d never admit it, but he once spent two entire hours jerking off to a video he had secretly took of you two having a ‘whoever could eat their cone the fastest’ contest, his cock raw and aching to be left alone by the time he decided to give it a rest. he was mesmerized, watching you lick and lap at the icecream, the sweet succulence dripping down your chin, and eventually your tits when you couldn’t keep it from melting.

his eyes screwed shut at the memory, the video currently playing on his phone not being any different. instead of icecream dribbling down your chin, it was whatever alcohol your best friend had just poured in your mouth, the excess liquor running down your neck and chest. you had squealed when you swallowed the burning substance, your tits bouncing as you jumped excitedly with your friends. rafe groaned at the sight. you couldn’t be that oblivious, right??? at some point you had to know what you were doing when you posted this for everyone to see?

your micro bikini top did nothing to support the weight of your tits, a nipple peeking out before you innocently tucked it back underneath the poor excuse of pink material. he clicked out of your story and immediately blew up the image of your recent post. you were on all fours, face down and ass up as your skin sparkled underneath the neon lights of the party you had went to earlier tonight. you looked like you were straight out of a playboy magazine. rafe groaned, his chest heaving as he teetered the edge of cumming all over himself.

he thought about manhandling you out of that bikini and fucking you stupid for wearing it out in the first place. he’s had to watch you whore yourself out for nearly a year already, his life becoming a living hell since the day you first moved in and introduced yourself with that stupid faux innocent look in your eyes. the mini skirts you never failed to bend down in front of him in, the tube tops that basically had your tits spilling out of them, fuck, there was so many things about you that made him horny out of his mind. “oh, shit!” rafe dropped his phone, his door opening just as his orgasm washed over him.

“what the f-fuck?!” he was trembling underneath the covers, his eyes widening as you quietly shut his door behind you. “what are you doing?” he whispered, fumbling around as his high still had his hips stuttering. you giggled, watching as his face morphed into one of full blown pleasure before he turned away from you. “i just wanted to check on you since i heard noises, that’s all..” you sat down on the edge of his bed, biting your lip as his back muscles rippled beneath his skin, your eyes moving to the phone next to him. “oh, well you couldn’t have picked a better time?” rafe scoffed.

you flipped the device over, gasping softly when you saw your instagram illuminating the screen. “hey, that’s me!” you laughed, taking his phone in your hand and holding it up to him before he lunged for the thing, taking you down with him. “rafe!” you yelped, his hand coming up to clasp over your mouth. “shut the fuck up! you’re gonna get us in trouble, dummy!” he cursed, his face just centimeters away from your own. you swallowed thickly, nodding as he slowly moved his hand down. “why am i on your phone?” you asked, noticing the way his pupils blew wide at your question.

“what?” he faltered, watching as a smile formed on your lips. “oh my god—” the realization hit you when you looked down, his bulge prominent in his boxers. “were you touching yourself?” rafe’s eyebrows knitted together as he backed away, looking at you as if you had just insinuated the most offensive thing he’s ever heard. “a-are you serious? of course not—” you trailed your hand down, cupping him through the thin material, “it’s okay if you were.. i do it too.” rafe froze, inspecting your face for any kind of hint that you were joking. you weren’t.

“what the fuck are you talking about?” he said through gritted teeth. you peered up at him innocently, batting your eyelashes at him as he made no attempt to move away from you. “i touch myself and think about you, ray. all the time.” you whispered against his lips, placing a soft kiss there before letting your head fall back against his pillows. “i know it’s wrong, but i can’t help it..” this was rafe’s wet dream coming true. “whenever you walk around shirtless i just imagine riding your abs. you’re so strong, rafe, i think about you choking me with these arms.” you ran your nails up the skin of his forearm.

holy fuck.

rafe didn’t believe he could ever be this turned on in his life. “yeah?” he let himself relax, your fingers slipping underneath the waistband of his boxers as you gripped him at the base. you felt the sticky residue from his previous orgasm in your palm, a hum leaving your lips at the revelation. “did i make you cum already?” the man above you groaned. how you sounded so sweet asking the most dirtiest question was beyond him. “fuck— yes, you did,” he nodded, his mouth parting once you started stroking him, “may i pleaseee make you cum again?” rafe nodded frantically, his hips thrusting into your palm.

taking your lips in a searing kiss, rafe didn’t hold back from slipping his tongue in your mouth, the sensation making you moan as you two practically drooled over one another. he wasn’t gentle in the slightest, his teeth nipping your bottom lip when you ran your thumb over his throbbing tip. “oh, god,” he hissed, pulling away momentarily to inspect your outfit.. or lack thereof. you laid underneath him in nothing but a sheer night top, your g-string sitting perfectly between your puffy folds. “you look so fucking hot.” rafe breathed out, cupping your tits before rolling your nipples between his fingers.

you gasped, spreading your thighs so he could lay between them. “i need to taste you, please let me,” he pressed a sloppy kiss to your chin, both of your lips glossy with spit. you moaned, whimpering a ‘yes, please!’ as he snaked down your body. when he got to eye level with your soaking cunt, he teased you by slowly moving your sorry excuse of ‘panties’ aside before spreading you open. you shuddered, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited for his next move. pinning your thighs to the tops of his shoulders, rafe kissed your sensitive bud before diving in.

immediately, your back arched off of his mattress when his tongue attacked your poor clit, the back of your hand muffling your scream as your thighs clamped around his head. you were squirming, nails digging into his skin for dear life as he ate you like a man starved. “if only you knew,” rafe spoke, “i’ve been losing sleep over this pussy, ‘been wanting to do this since day fucking one.” you cried out at his words. you’ve wanted him for yourself the second he helped you with your moving boxes, that smug smirk on his face drawing you in since the very beginning.

your hips unintentionally chased his mouth, his hands pinning you down in place. “feels so good!” you whined, propping yourself up on your elbows so you could watch him. the tip of his nose was glistening with your slick, his tongue poking your entrance as lapped away at your juices. he was so good at this, you felt jealousy pooling in your tummy for any other girls who might’ve seen this sight, and felt his skilled tongue. “you taste so fucking good, this is unreal.” he marveled, sucking your clit before rolling your sensitive bundle of nerves between his lips. you gasped sharply, a scream sitting on the tip of your tongue.

rafe continued like this until you attempted to move away from him again. grabbing a pillow from your side, you smothered your face with it as he pushed you over the edge, a high like never before washing over you in waves of pure ecstasy. rafe watched you shake and thrash underneath him, his pussy drunk gaze raking down your trembling form. you moaned, sobbed, and cried until all you could do was whimper in sensitivity. “no more,” you sighed, your body jolting as rafe flicked his tongue continuously over your clit. black dots spotted your vision, your heart beating fast in your ears.

“..can’t take it, rafe!” you sobbed, tears welling in your eyes as he dismissed your cries. “yes, you can, you’re gonna have to..” just as you were going to ask him what he meant by that, he kept your legs on his shoulders as he stood up, slamming into you without warning. you couldn’t conceal the sound this time, your shriek bouncing off of the walls of rafe’s room. turning his head to see if the door was locked, he cursed under his breath when he saw it wasn’t. “you just want us to get caught, huh?” you shook your head, your nails digging into the flesh of his stomach.

rafe covered your mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you felt him pinch your clit. “just give me one more, baby, that’s all. ‘wanna feel this pussy squeezing around me when i fill you up with my cum.” you had tears running down your cheeks now. embarrassingly enough, rafe felt his climax approaching fast, his cock still aching from cumming not even twenty minutes ago. overstimulated and hysterical, you were spasming around rafe’s length in no time, every ridge of his cock bringing you to your final orgasm of the night, rafe following suit.

he leaned down, grunting praises in your ear while he painted you white inside, your thighs shaking uncontrollably against his chest. not daring to remove his hand away from your face yet, he sucked bruises into the skin of your neck, marking you as his own. you laid limp like on his bed, taking the last few of his thrusts before he stilled completely. you were a fucked out mess to say the least. gently placing your legs down, rafe stayed nestled inside of you as he pulled you against him. unintentionally, you had started tracing shapes into his skin, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead as you two kissed.

“this just made a lot of shit complicated.” he stroked your chin, your glassy eyes flickering over his face. “not really,” you started, “we’ll just be sneaky.” rafe blinked slowly, a groan rumbling from his chest as you clenched around him. “look down, i want you to see something.” you did as he said, a small whine leaving your lips as he pulled out, his cum dribbling out of with ease. “i’m the only one who can have this pussy, you understand?” you nodded, pecking his cheek before wrapping your arms around his neck. “come on, let’s get you back to your room before world war three breaks out in this house.”

[rafesangelita]

♡ when bitchy!kook!reader’s best friend begs her to go buy something off of rafe for her, she’s forced to face their complicated past once again.. but this time on her knees..

warnings: dealer!rafe, rafe is kinda icky in this ngl, groping, teasing, name-calling, reader makes rafe go absolutely dumb, flirty banter (?), rough kissing, lots of dirty talk, slight jealousy, slight praise, oral (m. receiving), face fucking, hair pulling, orgasm denial

wc: 1.8k

“just go get it!” chanel whined, tugging on your arm as you rolled your eyes at her. she’s been begging you to score from rafe for about fifteen minutes now, a hundred dollar bill tucked between her fingers as she shook you by your shoulders. “no, chanel! i’m not really feeling a bump right now, alright?” you looked away from her in hopes she’d give it up already. you knew she was still mortified from the last time she tried to buy off of rafe, her form of payment being a complete miss when rafe gave her a disgusted look as she not-so-subtly got on her knees for him.

after she had to mask her embarrassment and play it off as if she just ‘dropped’ something and had to pick it up, she vowed to never face rafe cameron again. “i’m literally offering free blow, come on!” she exclaimed. you looked around the room, noticing a few stares in your direction, a sigh leaving your lips as you ripped the money from her hands. “fine! oh my god, will you stop that already!?” you whispered, reapplying your lipgloss before making your way over to rafe. he was surrounded by all of his friends, their boisterous laughter coming to a stop as you approached their table.

sliding the bill over to him, you felt the burn of their surrounding gazes on your ass. “i’ll have whatever that can get me.” you slowly stood back up, your dress riding up your thighs as rafe so shamelessly ogled your cleavage. “not even a ‘hi, how are you?’ i thought we were closer than that, babe.” rafe chuckled, shooing his friends off with the wave of his hand. without another word, they left, leaving you and rafe all alone as he patted the spot next to him. “i’m not sitting down. i just need my shit and i’ll be gone.” rafe’s smile dropped at your words, a scoff leaving his lips as he rounded the table.

“this is what you want, huh?” he waved a small baggie in your face, “take a walk with me and it’s all yours.. no money necessary.” he slipped the bill in your bra, his fingers skimming the flesh there as he threw an arm around your shoulders. oh, chanel owed you big time for this. “we should be together baby, we’d be the hottest couple in this bitch.” you hummed in disagreement, flashing him a glare. “i’m already the hottest one here, i don’t need you to be the ‘hottest’ anything.” rafe smiled down at you. your bitchy attitude only made him grow hard for you in his pants.

“you’re a bitch, you know that?” he started walking you two upstairs, his arm dropping from your shoulders before grabbing a handful of your ass through your dress. “aww, you think so?” you cooed, feigning innocence as you swatted his hand away. rafe settled for keeping a palm on the small of your back, your eybrows knitting in confusion when you two walked into a bathroom. “what are we doing in here?” you watched as rafe clicked the lock shut, his biceps bulging through his t-shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest. you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles.

rafe is a pretty attractive guy, there was no doubt about that. sharp facial features, blue eyes that made it easy to get lost in, and his muscles.. god, those chiseled muscles were a weakness of yours. “you can stop the act, you know?” he stepped closer, his face mere centimeters from yours. you put some space between you two, taking the hundred dollar bill out of your bra and offering it to him once again. “i’m just here to get something for my friend. you can take it or leave it, i don’t care which one you choose.” you leaned against the sink, the dim lighting making your lipgloss sparkle.

rafe nodded, tonguing his cheek as he caged you between his arms. he just had to smell so good. “your friend?” he repeated, “you’re not talking about chanel, right? the one who wanted to give me head instead of actually paying me?” you laughed, attempting to push him away but he didn’t budge. “oh, that just strokes your ego, doesn’t it?” you glanced at him through your lashes, feeling your resolve crumble the longer he stayed this close to you. “nah, not like you do.” he leaned down, pressing a wet kiss to the underside of your jaw. rafe was starting to get you where he wanted you.

“come on, you tellin’ me that you don’t think about that night we snuck away from that charity gala and had marathon sex on the druthers?” and there it was.. the one and only thing rafe cameron had dirt on you for. you sucked in a breath, a shiver running down your spine when he nipped the sensitive skin of your neck. “that was months ago, rafe.” you sighed, your hands trailing up his arms. “i still think about it,” he started, “still’ got your panties from that night in my room..” you moaned at the revelation, your fingers threading through his hair as he lifted you onto the sink to step between your thighs.

“why did you bring me here?” you pulled away, eyes glazed over as he rested a hand on your thigh. “because i still wanna supply you, just at the cost of something else..” you rolled your eyes, knowing exactly what that ‘something’ was. “goodbye, rafe.” you were about to move around him when he spoke. “that’s fine, really. i bet that girlfriend of yours downstairs wouldn’t mind getting on her knees for me one more time.. y’know, since you can’t do it.” you froze, your jaw clenching as you turned around and glared at him. “‘i ‘can’t’ do it’. is that what you said?” you arched a brow.

“yeah. you can’t do it right, and that’s okay. desperate times call for desperate measures, and no one sucks cock better than a desperate cokewhore looking for her next bump. ‘matter of fact.. send her up to me when you get back down there.” he winked. you were utterly speechless. who the fuck did he think he was talking to? you were hands down the best suck and fuck of his life, and you both knew it. “that’s funny..” you pouted, “cause if i remember correctly, you came three times in the span of ten minutes,” your laugh echoed off of the walls of the bathroom, “it felt so good, you were crying. did you forget that?” you whispered.

rafe cursed under his breath, lifting his head to meet your heated gaze. he could never forget that. he literally had to pull you off of him, pathetic whimpers leaving his lips as he laid there dazed and overstimulated. “but you’re right, i’m sure chanel would love to come up here.” you kissed his cheek, not even making it to the door before he pulled you back by your hair, his lips clashing with your own. the kiss was anything but soft. teeth, tongue, you name it, you two kissed like you’ve been waiting to do it for months. “you fuckin’ bitch, you were just waiting to throw that in my face, huh?”

you giggled, pushing him back against the counter before kneeling down and unbuckling his belt. rafe couldn’t believe that this was happening again. slipping his shirt off so it wasn’t in the way, he shuddered when he felt your fingers loop through the waistband of his briefs, his pants falling down in one swoop. “ah, fuck!” he hissed, the tip of his cock already leaking precum for you as you wrapped a hand around his base. “wanna keep saying that i don’t know what i’m doing?” you looked up at him with those eyes of yours, making him melt into a puddle of nothing as you stroked him languidly.

“no— no! you make me feel so good, baby..” rafe’s lips parted when you gave him a lick, swirling your tongue around the glistening head before taking him in your mouth, your throat closing around him tightly. rafe stood there frozen, his heart beating in his ears when you swallowed around his length. taking that as permission to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail, rafe pulled you off of his cock, groaning at the sight of a string of spit connecting you two before slamming back into your throat, both of you moaning at the sensation. he looked so pretty when he was fighting the urge not to cum too soon.

eyebrows pinched together in pure bliss, rafe took his bottom lip between his teeth, his head rolling back as the sounds of his cock hitting the back of your throat reverberated off the walls of the bathroom. your mascara was starting to smudge, but with the black pencil in your waterline it was hard to tell you were messing up your makeup in the first place. “oh my god, baby, this is— shit, i can’t. i can’t fuckin’—” rafe was babbling nonsense, his knees buckling when he felt you take his balls in your other hand. “wait, wait, i’m so close. y/n—”

you ignored his pleas for you to slow down, only pulling away from him when he was right on the edge of painting your tongue with his cum. the look on his face was priceless when you started fixing your hair in the mirror, tearing off a piece of tissue to dab at the stray tears that managed to roll down your cheeks. “w-what are you doing? what’s wrong?” rafe stammered, his cock standing up against his stomach as you didn’t spare him another glance.

“i’m going home!” you chirped, the man next to you shaking his head at your words. “no, no, no, what are you talking about?” he grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to where he stood, “come on, you know i can make you scream. let me fuck you..” he whispered the last part in your ear, making a wicked grin form on your lips. “fuck me? gross, no way.” pecking the tip of his nose, you pushed him away before opening the door. “wait, what about your blow?” he shouted after you as if to say ‘gotcha!’. turning around at the top of the stairs, you took the little baggie out of your bra and waved it at him.

“you should be careful, ray. ‘get too horny and can’t even feel when a cokewhore slips her fingers in your pocket. you made it too easy for me, baby!” rafe was in disbelief when he watched you blow a kiss at him, your hips swaying as you walked down the stairs. you were so clever he couldn’t even be mad. pathetically shouting a ‘so you’ll call me?!’ you ignored him, scoffing. “as if, loser.”

[rafesangelita]

₊˚⊹♡ …INTRODUCING SHEEP!READER

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SHEEP!READER who is very ditzy. she gets easily confused, and will probably need you to explain things to her a couple of times. she’s very loving and nurturing. the most gentlest soul you’ll ever meet. she tends to be overly sensitive most of the time but she can’t help it. has a very soft and quiet voice, the boys are always having to ask her to speak up. “just a little louder, doll.”

SHEEP!READER is an innocent angel baby that can do no wrong. she loves playing romantic oldies on her record player. lives in a little house just right outside of figure eight. she loves wearing ruffles, whether they’re on her cute little ankle socks or her skirts. crybaby. she’s super shy, even with people she knows really well. adores lace and corset tops.

SHEEP!READER who’s bed is filled with stuffed animals, which can be an inconvenience sometimes when the guys just want to throw her on there and have their way. she takes major inspo from the sixties and loves collecting cutesy figurines from that time period. her best friend is the sweet little old lady next door. a natural giver, she loves serving those she cares about.

RAFE CAMERON

୨୧ throat training with sheep ୨୧ 'the other woman' au (dark!rafe) ୨୧ rafe + sheep!reader and their kinks ୨୧ bsf!rafe finds sheep!reader's diary.. ୨୧ sheep!reader asks rafe to be gentle ୨୧ sheep!reader’s fav position with rafe ୨୧ sucking rafe off as a soother (thinking thots) ୨୧ when rafe finally let's his friend have a taste.. ୨୧ sheep!reader going to a party with icky!s1!rafe ୨୧ ex-bf!rafe breaks in through your window (cnc) ୨୧ rafe and sheep!reader’s insta posts of each other ୨୧ mean!rafe making sheep!reader grind on her stuffie ୨୧ how rafe treats sheep!reader when it’s her first time ୨୧ rafe is never too tired to have sheep bouncing on his cock ୨୧ rafe only gives sheep!reader what she’s able to say in bed..

JJ MAYBANK

୨୧ pervybsf!jj extorting sheep!reader ୨୧ jj eating sheep!reader through her panties ୨୧ jj gets sheep!reader high for the first time..

[rafesangelita]

not a position thing but I NEEEEED to see a deeper dive of what dad!jb and puppy do when no ones at the chateau

₊˚⊹♡ ICKY CHATEAU ACTIVITES . . .

warnings: lots of pet play (you’ve been warned, pls don’t read if that’s not your thing!) teasing, dry humping, pillow humping, use of the name ‘daddy’ (keep scrolling if that makes you uncomfortable please!), oral fixation, oral (m. receiving), spit, fingering, edging, crying, brief mention of pee

a/n: sorry i didn’t get to post more dad!johnb x puppy!reader fics today, i’m currently working on two drafts of them + a rafe sex postion request <3

🦴 crawling (naked) :

john b loves it when puppy lives up to her name. she’s giggling as she crawls over to him, her hands and knees brushing against the hardwood floor of the chateau as he bosses her around, making her go and get stuff for him with a wave of his finger. the only thing she has on during this little playtime of theirs is a pair of fluffy, striped knee-high socks and a pink choker, john b occasionally tugging on it before allowing her to sit up on the couch with him. there’s nothing that turns him on more than catching a glimpse of her bare cunt as she lays in her puppy bed— and yes, he fucks her on all fours too. (pope and jj have accidentally walked in on this happening before..)

🦴 dry humping/pillow humping :

puppy is notorious for humping on absolutely everything. when she’s feeling particularly needy she’ll seat herself on john b’s ankle and wrap her arms around his leg, looking up at him with her puppy dog eyes for permission to get herself off. “please, daddy?” she’s already grinding her hips as she pouts, the man above her giving her a small nod before squeezing her cheeks together and muffling her little cries. whenever she’s not latched to john b’s leg, and the house is a little more quieter than usual, he’ll walk into his room and see puppy humping his pillow, her bottom lip pulled tightly between her teeth in order to keep her moans and whimpers at bay.

🦴 oral fixations :

whether it’s bubblegum or john b’s cock, you can count on puppy to have something in her mouth at all times! it never fails that whenever they’re alone she’ll just take him out of his boxers and suckle on the tip while they’re watching tv or doing some other casual task. if he’s sitting at the table, you can bet she’s underneath it, kneeling between his thighs as she makes a mess on his cock, a few laughs emitting from under the table as john b groans. “are you making spit bubbles again?” he asked through gritted teeth, his fingers threading themselves in the roots of her hair. “no..” she lies, both her lips and chin shiny with the evidence of her saliva.

🦴 making her hold her pee + edging :

they actually stumbled upon this on accident one day when john b was fingering puppy and she kept crying about having to pee. john b watched the way she squirmed uncomfortably, her body tensing up as he brought her to the edge over and over again. “what’s wrong puppy? don’t think you can hold it anymore?” she whined, shaking her head as john b continued rubbing her poor sensitive clit. it wasn’t until she was screaming for john b to let her make a mess that he clamped a hand over her mouth, muttering the words; “fucking hold it, pup, or you’re sleeping in your cage tonight.” the thought of sleeping by herself without her big, burly, daddy next to her was enough to make her clench around his fingers, heavy tears rolling down her cheeks at both the pleasure and pain coursing through her body.

[nemesyaaa]

still obssessed with the combo of icky!rafe x sheep!reader even if i know its not her at the moment but damnnn, i can see this dynamic !!! i swear, i cant write anything at the moment but reading you is helpful. your works are always insane and im glad that you write dark content again !! love to see dubcon in your tags 😋‼️ I know its gonna be yummy and its yummy. he's mean and a junkie and i want to fuck him so bad, is it right ? so gooood idc 😫

Hi! Do you still do rafe smuts? How about he’s maybe smoking/doing lines with his friends and you are getting needy and he doesn’t give you attention and he’s treating you very mean and calling you clingy? He ends up fingering you in front of them. I just want to be his cokewhoreeee

♡ warnings: icky!rafe, mean!rafe, dubcon (?), heavy drug use, teasing, rafe’s friends are gross, dirty talk, groping, slapping, finger sucking, degradation, dumbification, marking, biting, voyeurism (?), public sex, fingering, suggestive ending

“rafeeee!” you whined, tugging on his arm so he could look your way. topper and kelce merely glanced at you before their bloodshot eyes scanned down your bare legs, both of them exchanging a look before nodding in your direction as if to remind rafe you were sitting next to him. “watch out.” rafe warned, shrugging you off before going back to laughing with his pervy friends. you couldn’t understand why rafe was always so set on you attending parties with him if he was just going to ignore you the whole time.

huffing through your nose, you watched as rafe rubbed his gums with his finger, a groan rumbling from his chest as he savored the taste of blow on his tongue. “i’m eating this shit like it’s candy..” he shook his head, a lazy smile gracing his lips as he leaned back against the plush cushions of the couch. with rafe’s arms propped up on the top of the sofa, you took the opportunity to curl up into his side, his warmth providing you with a few seconds of comfort before he nudged you away. “quit your shit. seriously.” he glared at you, sending a pout to take over your features.

kelce and topper looked at you like you were there purely for their amusement, their heavy stares burning hot against your skin. rafe always teased that his best friends had it really bad for you, both of them pleading with your boyfriend to let them make a move on you. rafe shut down their advances of course, but god did it make him feel cocky. draping your legs across rafe’s lap, you waited for him to push you off but his defenses never came. your dress was so short, you were sure anyone could catch a glimpse of what was underneath— more specifically what you didn’t have on.

trailing your foot over rafe’s clothed cock, he took a mean bong rip before you sat up, propping yourself on his thigh as you left a string of kisses up his neck. “mmm— what are you doing?” you moved your hips, a whimper tumbling out of your mouth as you moaned at the slight friction you felt against your needy cunt. “just want you to touch me..” you whispered in his ear, grabbing his hands and guiding them over to cup your tits through your dress. rafe swallowed thickly, the adam’s apple in his throat bobbing as he gave in and squeezed the swells of your breasts.

“yeah? you just want some attention, huh?” he glanced over at his friends and smiled when he saw their hungry gazes trained on your backside. you nodded, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips as he took you fully in his lap, turning you around so you could face kelce and topper. your cheeks heated once you made eye contact with them, a soft moan sounding from you as rafe forced your legs apart. “well you got it now.” he laughed, barely lifting up the hem of your dress so the guys could steal a peek of your pretty pussy.

“tell them they can’t have it.” you let out a shaky breath at his words, your eyes fluttering closed when you felt rafe cup you between your thighs. “y-you can’t have it..” you gasped when rafe delivered a soft slap to your cheek. “tell them they can look but they can’t touch.” he dipped his fingers between your folds as you repeated his words, your jaw falling slack as he gathered your slick and circled your clit. topper leaned back in his seat while kelce laughed incredulously. “how do you get them to be obedient like this, bro?” a smug grin took over rafe’s features as he wrapped his free hand around your neck.

“you’re not fucking them right.” at this, rafe started pressing harder circles into your sensitive bud, the action making you jolt. “if you fuck them stupid, they start acting like it,” he laughed, “look at this brainless slut, you think she has a single thought running through her head right now?” you were in hysterics when rafe finally stuffed your cunt with his fingers, his long digits slipping in with ease. kelce scoffed, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward to hear your sweet cries. rafe tightened his grip on your throat before nipping at the sensitive spot behind your ear.

you all but melted when he curled his fingers, hitting that soft, gummy spot inside of you that made your toes curl blissfully. “rafe..” you grabbed his wrist in a poor attempt to remove his hand but he just went faster, his thumb now rubbing your clit with the added strokes of his digits. suckling on your flesh, rafe didn’t pull away until you sobbed into his chest. “i’m— oh!” topper watched intently as you lost yourself in rafe’s lap, your legs trembling on either sides of his thighs as he sucked bruises into your skin. your thighs shut around his hand as you tears welled up in your eyes at the white hot pleasure coursing through your system.

you writhed in his strong hold until he brought you down from your high, your body still shaking with the aftershocks of your orgasm. wiping away at the stray tears that rolled down your cheeks, rafe finally removed his hand from under your dress, bringing his soaked fingers to your lips so you could lick them clean. topper and kelce sat there in shock, both of them hard in their khaki’s. you didn’t care that a whole party was taking place in the same room, you had already tuned everything out a long time ago. you blinked, your vision hazy as you looked around.

if someone saw what just went down, they didn’t point it out, the party carrying on as if nothing happened. topper watched as rafe whispered something in your ear, in which you nodded frantically as a reply. without a word, rafe helped you up as he adjusted your dress before resting a hand in the small of your back. “we’re gonna head out,” rafe winked, “i got a proper ‘thank you’ waiting for me when we get home..” you giggled, waving rafe’s friends goodbye as if they didn’t just watch you cum around your boyfriend’s fingers. kelce and topper waited for you two to disappear in the crowd before sharing a look.

“i need his game card.”