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Baby Daddy

TW: Smut. DOM!Rafe. Smut. Language. Manipulative and toxic behaviors. Degrading language. Read with discretion. 

SUMMARY: Rafe manipulated his way to your bed once again...

WORD COUNT: 2900

REQUESTED

onclouds999 asked:

Can you do a toxic baby daddy smut with rafe. Yn decide to just co parent one evening and rafe wants a lil more than just family time

*ADDED A BIT OF AN ELEMENT HERE, HOPE YOU STILL ENJOY! XO

Baby Daddy

Late as usual. Your mind had already begun to conjure the poor excuse he would have when finally arriving to pick up your son. Would it be traffic like it was last week or work the Friday night prior to that? It didn't matter. All you could think of was how at ease you would feel for tomorrow morning when you could wake up without the alarm coming in the form of your child knocking on your bedroom door. You loved being a mom, even if the role came unexpectedly. But you were still human. You still wanted to sleep in every so often. You wanted that small break you were warranted after a week's worth of responsibility for a life you hadn't created on your own. 

The thoughts of that night in question managed to sneak their way into your thoughts as you sat in wait against the kitchen counter, only to be interrupted by that eventual knock of certainty. 

"Your dad's here..." The title still foreign in regards to someone like Rafe, who still believed responsibility was set to everyone else. But you couldn't deny how it warmed your heart to see your son's excitement for his father. Those small moments visualized are what made you regret not being able to make it work. And if life with Rafe could be composed solely of those moments than it could have. But he was too manipulative. Too dark. Too toxic. 

"My car just broke down."

"What?!" You peeked your head out of the door of your apartment. 

"And the storm is coming in pretty quick...guess I'll be staying in tonight." You clenched your jaw. 

"Can't you have Ward or Topper-" Before you could offer an alternative, his jacket was removed and he was moving in the direction of your son. 

"Looks like we're staying with mommy tonight.". You clenched your jaw. 

"All of us?" Your toddler asked, eyes of wonder matching Rafe's that looked to you in mischief. He made a habit of using your son to make you acquiesce. Christmases spent at Tannyhill when you wanted to go back home to your own family. The choice of preschool as a Cameron child wouldn't be caught dead in a public school setting when "higher education was within reach". You could hear Ward speak the words as you thought them. But even down to the design of your son's room in YOUR apartment. Rafe got the final say. 

Luckily, the night was nearly over. Sun had already been exchanged for the moon and the stars sat as sporadic diamonds across a clear sky covered in a dying storm as you set your son to sleep. After sharing dinner with pleasant conversation, you overheard Rafe read your son to sleep as you finished the dishes to wake up to a clean kitchen. But as he emerged, you recognized that glimmer in his slate cobalt irises. The same that convinced you to keep from using protection that night four years ago. The same look that made you a mom with the accompaniment of that devilish smirk and those hands tracing up your body...

"I have the couch made up-' 

"Can I take a shower? I didn't have the chance since getting off. I came straight here. To see you...both." He asked the question already knowing you had no reason to deny him of this. But as he slipped away, not even to the bedroom before being shirtless, you rolled your eyes at his attempts. 

Although you weren't proud of it, it wasn't the first time in which you'd fallen back into your old patterns. Rafe was familiar. Toxic. But familiar. He was that old sweater in the back of your closet that you found comfort in no matter your weight or motivation for the day. He was that song you thought you'd forgotten on the day you needed it most. But along with the ease came more of a bittersweet underdone of the chaos he left behind. Which was why tonight was so special for you. It was the first night in which you intended to move on. 

The bath was the first step to what was preparation for a date with someone else. Someone new. Someone you never would have paid attention to before now. But with a string of broken relationships having collected pieces of your heart, you didn't think it would hurt. Which was why you shouldn't have been surprised that Rafe happened to break down tonight. If he even had. You had half of a mind to run out into the blizzard and investigate. But before you could, he emerged in only a towel. 

"Forget your clothes?" You asked, turning around in annoyance. 

"I remember a time you used to lick down my stomach and leave scratch marks on my abs and now you can't even look?" He scoffed as you glared. Your anger was enough to ignore the way his abdomen was accentuated beneath the droplets of water seemingly left intentionally. 

"Would you please just get dressed?!" You groaned as your phone rang on the counter. 

Shit. 

"Hey!" Your cadence lifted. 

"You can't make it?" The kind voice of your date asked, soothing understanding set over his disappointment. 

"No, of course I understand." You would leave out the overnight guest you had acquired at the last minute before wishing him a good night and turning back to find Rafe leaning against the door to your bedroom. 

"Who is he?" You clenched your jaw, slightly relieved that Rafe didn't know as it meant the guy was safe. To keep him this way, you evaded his question. 

"I checked the weather and it says the storm will only last until about two and so I'll make him breakfast and then you can go-"

"So you can go on your date?" He asked, almost teasing the idea. 

"It's not a...yeah..." You corrected. "Yeah...Rafe."

"Is he a good guy?" He asked while folding his arms, flexing his muscles with the intent to steal your focus. 

"I don't know. It'll be our first date."

"Then let me tell you how it would go .." he began to walk closer to you every few seconds as he spoke. You rolled your eyes to his 'man-splaining'. 

"He is going to compliment you all night all to get you naked. Once he has, he'll get dirtier about it. Ask what you like and maybe even smack your ass." 

Your eyes narrowed sharper towards him. 

"And he'll leave. He won't call. You'll feel like shit."

"Oh really?" He nodded, now standing only a foot or so away from you, his arms coming across himself once again. 

"Now let me tell you what you'll do ..." Your brows arched in intrigue. 

"You'll be nice and sweet...compliment his sense of humor although you'll have to force yourself to laugh all night. You'll let him fuck you because you'll be trying to convince yourself it's a way to move on..." He now hovered over you. 

"But when he leaves ..you'll slide your hand to that bedside drawer and take out that vibrator you use and think of me like you always do. Because that's the only way you ever come. Because of me-" 

"Believe it or not, Rafe...I don't need you for that." You spat, even if it had been a lie. No matter how close to that precipice you came, you couldn't find relief unless imagining his touch or his lips. His kiss. His cock...

"What were you going to wear for him?" He teased the shirt already draping halfway off of your shoulder. As you corrected him, he scoffed. 

"You should wear the powdered blue set. Easier to take off. It will be over faster-"

"Go to hell ..." You muttered before trying to move past him. But in the attempts to try, you felt him capture your wrist. 

"I am." Your eyes nearly closed to his words. 

"Everyday I'm not with you."

"You were with me. You dictated my every move. What I wore. What I ate. What I said...that isn't being with me...that's prison...I have a right to be happy Rafe..."

"All those times you screamed for me, you were miserable?"

"It was always sex. It was how you tried to fix how fucked up you are. But nothing can. Not therapy. Not your dad's money. Not me. I tried. Every time you just got high. Every time you screwed up...but not now. Not again." Your words were cause enough to be released. 

You moved into your bedroom, closing the door as softly as possible to keep from waking your son connected by only a thin wall. The ambition to bathe in ease and seclusion remained as you began to run the water and sat on the rim of the tub. Wearing only remnants of the day's outfit, you traced your fingers through the water before adding your bathing additions. Bubbles coated the top in a thin layer as Epsom salt was set for your aching muscles. But they would do nothing to soothe the ache between your thighs. 

"You belong to me." His voice wasn't as surprising as the grasp made at the back of your hair and neck. 

"I don't-" You were forced before the bathroom mirror. 

"Let me remind you." Before you could object, your panties were infiltrated by his fingers. 

"Nice to know I can still make you this wet without doing much..."

"It's not because of you-" You attempted to derail his confidence, but he was quick to correct you. 

"You said you hadn't even dated the guy yet. And I know for a fact nobody can touch you or fuck you like me." He pulled harder at your hair, but not enough to make it impossible to see your reflection. All because he wanted you to witness your body's response to him. 

"I'll give you one last chance to be honest for me." 

But you paused. Validating him meant lengthening this tormenting toxicity. Even if the release he allowed was incomporable it was also detrimental to your existence. Small doses were a near overdose in his presence, which left any interaction dangerous. Especially alone. Especially those confined like this. 

"That's okay baby...Your pussy is telling me everything I need to know. Everything I already did..." He was cruel with the first finger set inside of you. The familiar thick digit was directed on a mission solely to tease you as you arched back against him. 

"Rafe..." His second hand came over your mouth, turning your jaw to face him. 

"You don't say anything until I say...if we wake him up it's going to be because his mom's too big of a whore for my cock to be quiet. But because she's too desperate for just my fingers." He pulled you back to face the mirror before tracing your neck with his tongue. 

"You remember my tongue, don'tcha baby? You've come on it enough times...I can still taste the last time...mmm..." He groaned as your eyes rolled. That masterful tongue that has been the means behind so many undeserved apologies prior to now. 

"And my cock...you want that don't you baby? Reminding you how deep," His finger projected this as you gasped. Your lips remained open to the pressure of his finger as a second brought a sensation only he could. 

"How hard it makes you come? How it was meant to wear your cum? Just like you were meant to drip with mine?" Your attempts to speak only came out in broken breaths and unsteady whimpers. 

"You think anyone, especially a fucking pogue, can do better?" You turned to face him. 

"I never told you he was-" 

"You think I don't know? You think I'd let anyone like that around my son? Around you?" He cocked his jaw, blowing out a breath as his fingers increased in speed. 

"Rafe..."

"You'll always be mine. And even if it takes knocking you up on purpose again, I'll fucking do it-" Your eyes widened in horror. 

"What...you- He withdrew his fingers as he dropped that towel and pulled down your panties, all while you remained in shock. 

"It was the only way to keep you. And until I can stop "fucking up", this is how it will be. When I need it. And you need to be reminded. There is no one else. For me. Or you." He bent you over he sink just enough to align himself to your sex. 

"Stop pretending you'll ever need more." He thrust into you, your fingers at a tight grip around the edge of the sink. He began as violent as possible. Deep and quick as you cried for him, only his name intelligible beneath your pleas. 

"Tell me...tell me how many times this week you came thinking of me...just a number." He demanded in breathless strides mads into your gluttonous sex. Swallowing and savoring him only long enough to promote his pleasure while leaving you more desperate. He accommodated this by the tease made at your nipples as he twisted and pulled the sensitive nerves. 

"Twice? No, I know you need it more than that...maybe twice a day...bet you were about to do that in that bath...right? Knowing I was just beyond that door but you wouldn't dare ask ..but I know you fucking need it...so take it." He clenched his hand tighter in your hair. 

"Maybe if I remind you another way..." You were taken out of the bathroom and into the bed, forced into your stomach. The sound of your bedside table coming open made your stomach twist as you knew what he had been in search of. Exactly what he'd found. 

"Still smells like you...I'd say you used it last night, if not this morning. Dirty girl...." He set the vibration at its highest setting. 

"You deny this and I finish here..." He explained switching a slap to your ass. 

"You come before I say and you will be left so fucking overstimulated that that pogue all the way to The Cut will hear you scream for me...So listen and be good so I can fuck you how we both need. And maybe I'll even let you make me breakfast tomorrow." He winked as he connected the vibrator to your clit. 

Everything was too much. His cock set as the pressure inside of you, the vibrations at war with your urge to obey him as he was a man of his word, and the way he smirked against your shoulder as he felt you counter such desperations. 

"God, you need it...Oh fuck, you're still that desperate little whore..."

"Please...please Rafe..."

"Oh and you still sound so fucking pretty when you beg. But I think..." He guided you to face him, pulling you to the edge of the bed. 

"I've earned a little something...for my patience." You were forced to take him before you could speak. Eyes set to tear as you gagged violently over him. Quick to acclimate, your cheeks pulled into a hollow and your throat opened to him, before you were taken off of the rhythm achieved. 

"And you still take my cock so fucking well...now you're gonna ride it to make us both come. Get on top of me." He didn't force or guide you, he wanted you to do this yourself. And just as you had done in every instance, you showed such enthusiasm by positioning him inside of you. 

"Please..." You pleaded as he pulled the vibrator to view. 

"Tell me what I want to hear and you can come nicely then." When your expression contorted into confusion he would pity you and elaborate. 

"Tell me you know I'm it. You don't need anyone else. Mean it."

"Its you rafe. I hate it. But it is ...I need you..." You shuttered at the words were only a verbalization of your body's response and reaction to him. 

"Good girl...My girl...ride me like you wanna be mine again and maybe tomorrow you can be." You drove him into you as your nails came down harshly onto his shoulders. The chill that developed down your spine as he smirked to such pain had been ignored by the pleasure his cock left as you sunk yourself down onto him. 

A smack to your ass pulled you from your near euphoria as he slowed, "This can be everyday. Just say it." You groaned. 

"Say you want me back and I'm yours." You moaned in length over him. 

"Tell me and you get to come." You fought this as you knew he would take any mention of possession to heart. But you needed it. The way he clung tightly to your chest by the latch made of his lip around your breasts to the grip made at your ass as he guided himself deeply over you had been enough to take you to that joint high. 

"Yours!"

"Good girl..." He smirked. "Now come." The vibrator at your clit sent you to shatter over him. Your orgasm unlocking his own as he pounded into you by burying you into the bed beneath you.

"Rafe-"

"That was for you..." He explained by turning you onto your stomach until your ass was level with his waist. 

"This is for me." He announced before taking you this way as well. The same enthusiasm as if you weren't dripping with him. All while he once again got what he wanted. 

He always did...

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Baby Daddy: Alimony

BABY DADDY Part 1!

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Smut. Language. Degrading language. Breeding kink. Dom!Rafe. Daddy kink. Choking kink. Blade play.

SUMMARY: You believe you've finally gotten a step ahead over your toxic baby daddy. Foolish you…

WORD COUNT: 3000

*REQUESTED*

Anonymous asked

could there be a part 2 to baby daddy w rafe? 

Alimony 

He always had a way of winning. Poker. Business. His way into your sheets yet again. At least he had until lately. Excuses and appointments on your end had allowed you the chance to form some sort of dominance over your toxic situationship. And somehow beyond worry and former threats, your heels came to a click through his office on your most recent expression of altered submission. 

"Excuse me, you can't go in there-" His assistant called from behind her desk, desperate for you to obey or risk his wrath. For a moment, you couldn't help but wonder if she had been a replacement to some complaint her predecessor made against Rafe for misconduct. 

"Just a piece of advice…he's not worth the expensive perfume…" You explained as she blushed, the clear unbuttoned decolletage set in such a way to garner his focus as her intentions had been spoiled. Too much in shock to your audacity, you were allowed into his meeting without any further protest. 

"If we focus only on the west-" His words ceased immediately once his eyes fell to you. If not for the look of pride across your face, he would have believed that something happened to your shared offspring. For the absence of this, he simply tightened his jaw to wait for the reason for your presence. 

For the years he had bombarded you and infiltrated your life, you finally had the chance to return the unpleasant favor. Without a second thought, you set down the collection of bills before him with a glare of challenge cast in his direction. 

"If you weren't so busy buying expensive and inappropriate dinners for new assistants you'd know that you're three months late in alimony. Money needed to take care of your son." You spat as he didn't wear an expression of embarrassment, maybe awe, even arousal, but you hadn't been allowed the reaction you sought out. Because of this, you continued. 

"A lifestyle you demand he has. A private school. Expensive clothes and toys he'd be fine without. But since you won't let me raise him modestly…you pay for these…things I could without you…but you won't let me." 

"Excuse me, but this isn't the time or place to exercise your hormonal-" You narrowed your eyes towards the man who spoke against you. One Rafe told you enough about to offer a stain against his reputation amongst fellow colleagues. 

"How's your wife?" He cleared his throat before fixing his tie. 

"What does-"

"Does she know you have a proclivity for your assistant? Your male assistant-"

"Enough. My office. Five minutes." Rafe apologized on your behalf as you left the bills at your back before moving to his office. 

Set at the rim of the desk, your palms rested on the wooden edge as you were left in wait. Pictures of your son lay in pride on his desk along with one of you and him closer to his closed laptop. You couldn't help but feel warmth when on observation of the simpler time. A time before you really knew him and the poor excuse he had for a heart. 

"I've ruined men's lives for less than what you did…" 

"I'm not afraid of you, Rafe. I am tired of all of this…You dictate every aspect of my life with our son even though I am the one with him day in and day out. All of his doctor's appointments. Teaching him to read. Playdates. Sick days. When he broke his wrist last summer from being at the park with the nanny YOU were too busy eye-fucking to to notice!" He clenched his arms, your eyes drawn to the strain of fabric caused by his muscles. 

"So you're mad because I showed interest in someone else?"

"Are you really THAT much of a narcissist? Your son got hurt because you were reckless and put him as anything but a priority!"

He took a step closer to you, the entire collection of oxygen around you seemingly thinned as he drew a finger to his bottom lip. The signet ring on that leading finger forcing your focus to his lips. Those damn lips that held talent no man should be able to possess. The same talent that made you forgive him so many times before. At least long enough to give you both an orgasm. 

"I wasn't "eye-fucking" her-"

"I don't care what you call it Rafe, he got hurt because you were-"

"I was trying not to fuck you in the middle of that park in that goddamn sundress you know makes me hard enough to split you in half." He explained behind clenched teeth.

 "Looking at her was the only thing that kept me from looking at you. The only person I'll ever eye-fuck Because nobody compares to you. No matter how many girls I've tried to test that theory on…" He was now only a foot or so in front of you. 

"I told you you ever needed anything, you just ask. But you made a scene…" His hand was suddenly in the back of your hair. 

"So now you're going to make sure they hear what happens when you rival me." You were taken against the desk, palms forced at the surface. 

"Don't hurt my reputation, baby…scream for me like you always do and I might just let you come…" His hands were feverish and gluttonous to a competitive degree. Harsh but through as he reached within your house and directly beneath your bra. It took only one repressed moan and shuddering breath before he smirked at your cheek. He knew you wanted him. And he was shameless to broadcast the same need to you. 

A single scoff felt at your back and he pulled the straps to your shirt downwards until exposing your bra to him. 

"Now you didn't come here in my favorite bra just to talk…" You hesitated, unaware you had subconsciously dressed in his favored piece of lingerie. When you didn't respond, he turned you to face him, a letter opener set as a threat to your jaw. The life suddenly behind his eyes was frightening as it was only born from your fear. And yet, you were aware he wouldn't bring true harm to you. Not anymore than what he'd already done, anyhow. Your thighs aching at the thought of that very thing. 

"Anyone else were to talk to me like that and they would…" He paused. "Let's just say he wouldn't find it as pleasurable as I could make it for you…"

"I didn't come here for-"

"If your panties match this bra then you came here for exactly this." But as his hand rode into your pants, a violent unbuttoning of the closure and you gasped to the feeling of his fingertips against your naked clit. Not an ounce of fabric separating you. 

"No panties?" He scoffed. "Making it a bit too easy for me, baby…" He lowered the edge of the blade to your chest, teasing your nipple with its cold tip. First the left. Then the right. Circling it until lowering still. In the meantime, your breathing was sporadic to the crusade as your body shifted in accordance to the cold edge making contact. 

"Maybe it wasn't for you." You shot, some random surge of courage allowing you to rival him. 

"Don't ever say that shit to me again. YOU are for me. You can try to fuck anyone else and I promise you'll always be left wanting me. You know why, baby?" He suddenly took hold of the middle section of your bra to pull you closer to him. A gasp leaving your lips as he set the edge of the potential weapon to the fabric. 

"Because you love this." He sliced the fabric, exposing your breasts that he was quick to apprehend. But the blade continued lower until it teased the line of your parted jeans. 

"I-"

"Guess I need to prove it." Lowering to his knees, he pulled your pants to your knees before drawing the blade at an angle so it didn't cut you. 

"One wrong move and you'll bleed for me…You know I don't mind ." His eyes flickered with mischief as you breathed sharply. The contact of the blade at your sex made you shift. 

"You ever let anyone know how sweet this is…" He explained while pulling the blade to his tongue, a single lick of your excess removed, and rolling his eyes to your familiar taste. 

"I'll fuck you with this very blade so you can only be with me." You tensed at the thought. It was a threat. Not some attempt to entice you with dirty words. And he meant it. Every ounce of predatory dominance was always exercised with that promise. But this was sharper. Deeper. A vow of sorts, spoke on his altar of domineering existence. 

"Every time I want to be sweet to you…you open that pretty little mouth and make me want to come in it instead…Making you cry and plead…But today, you made a fatal error, baby. And now you're gonna make it up to me." He rose back over you. 

"You know you belong on your knees here in my office."

"I'm not fucking you, Rafe." He smirked and nodded. 

"You're right. I'm fucking you-" Distracted by his words you were taken aback by the sudden lift of your leg over the desk and his cock penetrating you with a cruel eagerness. And yet, you cried out for him as you always had. Only to return to that familiar hesitance. 

"I don't want you on your knees looking up at me, because I always forgive you too quickly. I want you to earn it. For embarrassing me. So it's only fair I do the same to you." He was harsh with his focused touch, exercising your erogenous zones with fervor as you refrained from rewarding him with any sound. Instead, you held your breath to suppress those moans so desperate to be released. 

"You can try to fight it all you want, baby. But your body is telling me just how much you missed me. How sorry you are-'"

"I'm not-" He silenced you by turning you into his mouth. His left hand came around your cheek, pressing you deeper into him as his tongue wrapped around yours. 

"The more you fight it, the harder you're gonna come. You're edging yourself baby…doing my work for me…" He spoke against your lips as he continued to pump you against the desk. The gift of his successes shook before you until a specific statue came to the floor to break. He smirked, falling into the illusion of your submission as he loosened his grip on your hand. 

It was just the window needed as you pushed him away from you and took the letter opener in hand. 

"I'm not some toy to you anymore! You don't get to decide anything."

"You gonna stab me? Yeah?" He tried for you but you only cocked your jaw. 

"Knees, Rafe. " You surprised him. "Make me come on your desk like you used to…" You smirked as you played with the tip of the blade. 

"All over those contracts you used to get so made you'd have to print again…only to fuck me over the copier…counting each page out as punishment…"

"You think-"

"Your name might be on that door. The lease to my apartment. Even following our son's name. But you don't own me, Rafe. You don't decide where I go or who I see. When I come or with you. I want this for me. So knees. Or I'll leave right now and you won't-" He rushed against you, a kiss to your lips as he gathered your face between your palms. The letter opener, thrown across the floor, where it became lost to some bookshelf as you watched him pull away just slightly. 

"There's that fire…"

"Shut up and make me come." He smirked before taking his hand to your neck. In the attempt made to keep dominance, you could only wrap your hand around his wrist as he pulled you to him. 

"You're right…" His middle finger came to your sex. "I might now own you. God knows you have your own opinions. But I own your body. Your moans. Your orgasm. Even the denial you have after you regret giving in to me…again…"

"You-"

A second finger set at a curve made you gasp in relief. 

"I own sex. With you. And I'll always make you mine. Make you come. Every time. And you show your ass like that again…I'll let them see it as I make it the darkest shade of red I can until you can't even sit." He scoffed. 

"How will you explain that to our son? Hmm? His mom's a whore who can't learn to keep her mouth shut but keeps her legs open for daddy? Mmm…I like the way that sounds…" 

He gripped your throat harder. "Call me it. I'll let you come. Just like you want. But call me it."

"Bastard." You shot as he kissed you sharply. 

"That's fine. I'll just take you how I want…" He pinned your back flat against the desk before thrust you down onto him. The fulfillment of his cock sending your eyes to an immediate roll as your back arched from his depth. 

"Not so dominant now with my cock deep enough to remind you how much you need it, yeah? Then fucking take it, baby…" Your fingers wrapped around the edge of the desk as he bowed into you. One harsh grasp to the back of your neck brought you into him as another held himself up from crushing you. It would only take until the third thrust before your reservation turned into the need for more as you wrapped yourself around him. Feet tied over his waist and your fingers pulling at his hair, he moaned into your kiss with approval. 

"Rafe-" 

"I know you're about to. Think I need to be warned after how many times?"

"No…I…I want more…" He smirked, kissing you once more before pressing your calf into his chest and holding you tightly. 

"That enough for you, yeah? Feel me that deep inside of you?" He hit his hand on the surface of the desk beside you. 

"Answer me!"

"Oh my God…" You only kissed him, softening his anger, but not his passion. "You feel so good…fuck me, Rafe…" His eyes rolled to your command. 

"Daddy…" you teased directly into his ear before nibbling on the lobe beneath as he unleashed himself into you. The desk at a threat to break as it even cried out beneath you. But as you moaned shamelessly beneath him his hand came around your mouth. A slip allowed by losing himself in the greed of your lower lips. 

"I thought you wanted them to hear me…"

"Nobody gets to hear you come but me." He lifted you off of the desk and onto the couch across the way until you straddled him. Without the need for guidance, you began a lace of bouncing and clenching as his fingers ate sharply into your hips. 

"Yes!" He belted behind clenched teeth. "My girl never forgot how to ride me…" You diverted the grip over his shoulders into that of the fabric behind him as he corrected you back to his skin. 

"It will hurt you."

"I want you to." He confessed, allowing you a chance to read beyond the lines of your toxic relationship, where sex governed and compassion was sparse. But in this moment, he became gentle. If he could even be such a thing, this was the closest you'd ever seen him. 

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I do. I want you to. Because I want to hurt you…" He explained with tears in his eyes as you kissed him sweetly, surprising him. 

"Then hurt me." He clenched his jaw, turning you onto your knees before pulling you back to face him. A smack to your ass and a vice if s grip made you wince as he repeated it twice over. 

"Just say it once. You don't have to mean it…just say you're mine…"

"I'm yours, Rafe…So fuck me like it…" He pounded into you, your body pinned between him and the arm of the chair as only his hand through your hair pulled him back. 

"Yes!" You chorused. 

"Oh shit…" He moaned for you, the desperate groan making your eyes roll in approval. 

"I wanna fuck it so deep inside of you that you get pregnant again-" Your eyes shot open. 

"Rafe-"

"Just one more time…You let me use every part of you to come…you were more horny than I was…" You hesitated. 

"Yep…one more time…"

"Rafe, no-"

"Yes baby…you're gonna be so fucking good again…so beautiful, so full…tits so fuckable…"

"Raaaaafe!" You whimpered. "Please!"

"If you don't want it, are you you clenching so hard? Hmm? Why are you so close to coming for me?"

"Because you're so deep…"

"Deep enough for you to give me another baby…come on…take it baby…" he pulled you back against him. One arm wrapped as a sash as he used the other at your clit. 

"You can come…I know I am…"

"Oh fuck!"

"Good fucking girl…oh yeah…oh you want it…say it…say you want my cum…say it!"

"Ah! I want it! Cum inside me, Rafe!"

"Yeah? Why?"

He smiled as you faced him. "Oh…tell me before I come…I'm close…you're too fucking tight…"

"That's fine…you're still gonna take every drop…" he thrust violently into you, as you belted and stiffened for him. 

"There…Now I'll forgive you for acting like such a little bitch…" he moved to kiss you but you moved away. 

"Don't be that way. You could have said no."

"I did…"

"Your body wanted it…I bet it still does…"

"Rafe…" He moved to his desk, pressing the intercom to his assistant. Pulling up the sleeves of his dress shirt you left loose and stretched, he kept his eyes to you. 

"Cancel the rest of today."

"Mister Cameron-"

"Thank you." He moved back to you. 

"Looks like you're mine for the rest of the day…" 

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Baby Daddy: The Fundraiser

TW: public sexual actions. Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe. Toxic behaviors from both reader and Rafe. 

SUMMARY: You decide to get even against Rafe after he goes way too far…

WORD COUNT: 1700

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It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. Standing before the mirror, skin luminescent with a glossy sheen from a rendezvous with someone other than Rafe and you could actually smile to the pleasure left in a buzz between your thighs. Better yet, it had been with someone close enough to him that he was certain to offer the mind-blowing details Rafe knew made the moment truly authentic. It had been a small step in distancing yourself from him. Even if it still failed to produce that same thoroughly fucked feeling you came to know with him, it would take time. 

At least that was what you'd hoped. 

Coming back into the minimalist bedroom decorated in slate hues and golden accents, you found Topper quickly adjusting something on his phone before returning his focus to you. 

"You seem like a pancake type of girl..." 

"With whipped cream..." His brows rose. 

"Maybe we should test it out now? Make sure it didn't go bad?" You nodded. 

"Ready when you are." Thrusting the sheets aside, you couldn't help but admire him. As if there was one thing he was better at than Rafe, it has been his reliability. The fact you knew you'd see him when he made original plans, call when he said he would. He was healthy for you. He was considerate both in and out of bed. He was-

Your eyes couldn't help but magnetize to the screen illuminating within the darkness. Peeking over to ensure it wasn't detrimental or time sensitive, you saw Rafe's contact. Aware you had only a second, you heard him return, which meant the contents would have to wait. 

"Do you think we can wait until tomorrow? I think you tired me out, champ." He beamed at the compliment, more susceptible to agree  to this, before falling asleep at your side. It took only a handful of minutes of feigned sleep and a light whisper of his name to validate that he had been asleep. Using his hand to unlock his phone with a thumbprint, you found the message in question. 

"I owe you, Top..." Your eyes narrowed as you scrolled upwards, finding a video file. Your heart sank as you watched yourself in technicolor, angles and positions only Rafe had set you in before. 

It was enough to leave that instant. You didn't care if he heard you dress or even slam his front door as you slipped into your car at rest in the parking garage in the complex. Not when you were a woman scorned and your fury contradicts even the hottest of hells.

Lucky for you, you would be able to enact vengeance this very night as Rafe happened to be downtown at an event for his company. With a quick touch up to your makeup and adjustment to your hair, you strolled into the fundraiser with a million dollar smile as eyes fell to you immediately. Without a chaperone or companion, you stood out even more, which allowed all eyes to address you, whether intentional or from a distracted note of peripheral inquiry. 

"That isn't what you told me last week, though..." You interrupted Rafe's conversation as he was split between anger, confusion, and arousal. The dress worn battled against the contradiction he had against you to use it as binds for your hands or as a trophy for everyone else to remind any who questioned that you were his. But it was your belittling of his character that threatened the glass in his hand to break. 

"You told me you were looking at telling "those assholes from corporate that they should focus on the properties around Charleston and get their heads out of their," You feigned embarrassment, "Oh shit...you're from..."

"Corporate..." One man offered his hand as the two others were too busy glaring at Rafe or basking in your ensemble to make note of the insult. 

"Sorry, a bit too much champagne-" Rafe pulled you against his side. 

"We're going home-" But to this, you slipped from his grasp. Because you knew Rafe was dominant through and through, but he would not risk the reputation of his surname, even if it meant putting you in your place. 

"Mister Cameron! It's been..."

"I was pestering Rafe to bring someone worth talking to. All these old guys are stiffs." You narrowed your eyes to Ward. As many found him to be intimidating, you always managed to have effortless conversations. This only aggravated his son further as he seemed to hollow whenever he was near his paternal figure. 

"The only thing you ever did right." Ward reminded his son, who clenched his jaw. 

"So tell me, how did we get so lucky to have you with us tonight? And where's my grandson?" 

You answered his question with the grace and eloquence expected from anyone connected to a demure family such as their own. All while throwing daggers at Rafe when possible. This continued through the night as Ward showed you off with pride until his offspring had enough. Somewhere between discussing how Rafe wasn't smart enough to keep you and how you'd be a better fit to the role of an employee than him as you shared ideas, you were dragged away to a more secluded corridor within the hotel. 

"What the hell do you think you're doing here in a dress like that wanting all this attention when you know all you have to do is ask..." 

"Who says I want your attention?" 

"The dress. The fact you're here..." He paused, eyes triangulating to your eyes and finally your lips as he took a step closer. 

"You are not leaving this room unfucked..."

"Maybe not. But not from you..." His brows arched in curiosity. 

"Oh?" 

"But you can watch, Rafe...I know how much you like to watch someone else fuck me..." His expression stilled and drained of all color. For the first time in the entirety you'd known him, you had not only made Rafe Cameron speechless, but also fearful. 

"What are you-"

You pushed Rafe up against the wall, nose nuzzling his jaw as you could feel it tense beneath your motivations. 

"Mmm..." You began softly, guiding his hands up your back. "Did you watch it yet? Did you see how he kissed me?"

"What are you-"

"Did you see how he was sweet and then nearly broke his bed with how hard he thrust into me? How he pointed me to the camera for you? But he was sweet...he felt so good...I can still feel how deep and hard he was...bigger than you-"

"Shut that slutty little mouth if you know what's good for you-" He threatened as you moved to his ear, capturing it between your teeth. Your entire body was close enough against his that you could feel every instead breath and repressed word. Even the strained cock expressed against you. Your favorite tattle you felt often.

"Mmm Rafe....oh....ahh..." You voiced a false orgasm, quiet enough to be concealed from the earshot of any other guests but directed at him.

"My car. Two minutes-"

"You have your little video, Rafe. Enough to watch as much as you want..." You teased the outline of his cock as you brushed your lips across his own. 

"You want to fuck me?" His jaw tightened as you retreated enough to read his expression. 

"Then watch how he did. Because you won't get to again." You pushed hard into his chest, using his torso as a means of stability to distance yourself before he clenched his jaw and watched you leave. 

This was the high you'd been searching for. Better than any release, even those given by Rafe. Having the last word, the look of shock and defeat across his expression, and you moved to your car to return home to your son. 

But you only managed to make it to the stone wall directly outside of the elevator before a hand forced you to a dimly lit alleyway. Before you could object or speak, your skirt was lifted and you were taken into a bend against the wall. 

"You will always be mine. I hope you got him out of your system because nobody else will ever get the chance to have you again. You're fucking mine." He thrust. The familiar cruelty making you arch immediately as he breathed heavily into your ear. Without a care of courtesy to be quiet or reserved, he unleashed himself into you as the animal he was. Unapologetic as fueled solely by his lust. 

"Look at me when I make you come-" He forced you to face him, teasing your sex with his cock as he kept another hand in your jaw. 

"That face. That one belongs to me." He lifted you over him, your body crashing down onto his rigid shaft as every nerve was left electrified by him. You stood corrected. Nothing had felt like this. He had never been this desperate. This focused. And it left you feeling manic. Your skin too hot, his breath too close, his thrusts too deep. And it has you howling like the bitch in heat he made you into for him. 

"All of you." He forced the top part of your dress to tear, groping you in possession, palming as you moaned and cried in pleasure beneath him. He was ecstasy and chaos. Pain and pleasure. And you were the unlucky recipient to both his kindness and selfish collection. 

"Anybody else pulled shit like that and they'd be fucked in an entirely different way...but you...you drive me fucking crazy!" He confessed as you scoffed. His body building into a climb that would certainly leave marks upon your back from the stone behind. But you accepted it as wounds of desire as you were pounded and raised in equal measure. 

"Yes! Fuck!" You belted as he rested his lips into your neck. An uncharacteristically silent pause as he took you in force to accept him. 

"M..." He began, his release promoting your own as he burst around him. 

"Marry me..." He exclaimed into your skin. No matter how muffled the words, you could have identified them anywhere. 

"It wasn't a question..." He explained as he set you back to your feet, your wide eyes and lips set in the same part. 

"You will…"

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Retribution

TW: Dark!Reader. Smut. Language. Public sex. 

SUMMARY: You seek out Rafe to avenge your broken heart. 

WORD COUNT: 2400

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Retribution

JJ Maybank hated Kooks. It wasn't a secret. The way his sarcasm was directed as more of a means of pain than humor was a reason the feelings were well beyond mutual. But nobody hated JJ more than Rafe Cameron. And it was because of this exclusive animosity they wore for one another that had you set to him as your destination. Knowing it was the only way for JJ to understand the pain he caused to your heart. The war raged to an already fragile muscle he exercised almost as much as the excuses he attempted to make against his actions. 

"Please don't make me drink alone..." You whined as you approached him in the surf of the beach. Only his toes kissed by the meeting of each thrusting wave as you offered him a glass bottle of some off brand alcohol. He accepted and moved to the side despite the fact you had over a mile of beach to choose from. 

"Maybank prefer the cheap stuff?" He asked, always affected by the mention of any pogue, but something specific in his tone as he spoke against JJ. Especially when you started dating him. 

"I want to make a bet..." His brows rose. 

"Okay..." You bit your bottom lip. "I can drink faster..." His eyes narrowed in observation of you. 

"And I'm guessing you want something?" You leaned forward with a gentle nod, teasing him and making your intentions well known. 

"A kiss." His expression softened from any former angst that was in his attempt at contentment. Something mirroring relief or even anxiety came in the near lift of a smirk as his eyes illuminated. 

"And if I win?" To this, you set your hands on his thigh and positioned yourself in place of your recent palm. You now straddled him.

"Winner's choice..." You rocked against him, his breath hitching beneath you. 

"What about-" he motioned back towards the heart of the beach, just out of sight of you and Rafe. 

"Do you want me to go back?" His fingers dug into your hips as his head waved in rejection. 

"Then cheers..." But as you went to carry the neck of the bottle to your mouth, he pulled it away. He brought you close enough to taste the whiskey he had prior as a kiss of his breath teased your eager mouth. 

"You didn't follow the rules..." You reminded as your hands ran over his shoulders and collected behind his neck. 

"I usually don't. Breaking them is more fun." To this, he compressed the distance separating you. Soft lips to your own surprised you with the carnality you expected. Passion remained in reserve as he took this initial interaction as a test for what you were prepared for, as he didn't want to frighten you with his deprivation. 

"Let's say I won..." He explained while kissing down your jaw after making you breathless. A brush of his thumb over your nipple leaving you to shudder. 

"I want to touch you..." You nodded. This simple act of consent motivating his hand beneath your bikini. The second your nipple was exposed, his fingers began to roll it in a pinch. 

"I don't care why you came to me...but you're not leaving until I've seen every inch he doesn't deserve to..." He wrapped his second arm around your hips, forcing you to feel his swollen cock at your sex. 

"While you feel every inch of me..." 

"Rafe..." You were taken to the sand, your body at rest with the warm grains beneath you as he shuffled to bring you as close to him as possible. But as you reached for his face, he took your wrists above your head with his singular dominant grasp. 

"Keep them there..." His breath teased your lips as you craved more. The recklessness of how exposed you had been was enough of an aphrodisiac and yet you didn't expect to need his kiss this deeply. Convincing yourself it was because it was forbidden, in truth, it was because he knew how to kiss you. He didn't rush or kiss for the sake of being a lover. He kissed as if he had the ambition of washing the memory of all others away. And with only the tease of his fingers and the kiss itself, it was successful. 

"Until you feel my tongue." Your eyes opened to understand what he meant before he kissed down your neck, chest, and continued lower still. The line of your suit was infiltrated in a taunt before a finger slipped beneath the fabric. 

Your hands reached for him in the desperation for anything but the useless sand beneath your grip. 

"Not yet..." As your lips parted to plead, a finger curved inside of you, the pressure of your g-spot located, sending your back to pull into an arch. 

"Jesus, has he ever made you come?" You refrained from answering as nothing had felt like Rafe's fingers. Absolutely nothing. 

But you were only allowed a moment of this before he retracted those slow pumps. 

"Rafe..." You whined his name as a prayer, hoping it would be answered somewhere in the hollow of his own patience. 

"I've thought about this for so long...I'm gonna savor it..." His breath was hot in the remaining distance made from your chest to your hip, his fingers pulling aside your suit as he smirked. 

"You're already pouring out for me baby and I've barely touched you...But I still have so much to do so unless you want to be overstimulated, pace yourself ..." He warned as he carried a single stripe between your folds. 

"Shit..." One taste and he dove into you. Your legs pulled over his shoulders and your fingers wrapped through his locks in desperation. He smirked when feeling you drive yourself against his tongue. But he was the dominant between you. At least for now. And with a set grip to your hip, he pinned you into the floor of the beach. 

"Rafe...RAFE!" Your lips pried apart in desperation as he pulled your thighs wider. 

"How long does it take him?" You struggled to do anything but moan. His skillset rivaling even your fantasies. As he quickened that very touch until retracing his tongue and denying you the pleasure. 

"I want to know if he deserves the way you're drowning me..."

"Longer-it takes longer." You confessed. Not necessarily because he wasn't versed, but because he was unable to focus on one thing without needing a change. The irony, not lost on you as you knew he viewed you the same. He has gotten comfortable. Bored. And found something new to test out. But Rafe was devoted like a man starved as he savored you throughout until you were on that edge for him. 

"You're so beautiful baby...I am going to make you come in every way he did but replace all those fake orgasms with real ones..." He spit between your lower lips strictly for the reaction you offered. 

"And then, I'm gonna do it again for me..." He flipped you onto your knees and removed your  bottoms before two long fingers pumped into you. Each reset making you more desperate as you hands convicted to the sand with purchase. 

"Bad girl getting fucked like a whore but feels like an angel and yet I'm the lucky son of a bitch that have the contradiction..." He spoke while pulling you up to his chest. 

"I'll never take it for granted, baby. Not the way you sound. The way you feel. And definitely not the way you're gonna come..." He took a hand around your neck as the other sashed down to your clit. 

"Focus on me baby...forget about him..." But as he spoke these words, your eyes fell to JJ from when he searched for you once noticing your absence. It could have been minutes or hours as it no longer mattered in the contrast to how Rafe felt. 

"I'm gonna put in it-" You craned your arm around the back of his neck to pull him in to kiss you. 

"Hard..." You issued softly as he nodded. The immense stretch from his cock making you gasp as you had forgotten about JJ long enough to deny the guilt and pleasure at war in your lower abdomen. 

"You're so big!"

"Does it hurt?" You nodded quickly as he bottom outed with each thrust. Not ceasing them, but slowed them for effect. 

"Good." He growled carnally in your ear as your eyes rolled closed. 

"More...please..." It was all you could ask for. 

"How do you want to come first?" 

"On top." You spoke quickly, wanting JJ to see the way Rafe held you, the way you would arch your back, while also keeping Rafe unaware of his audience. 

He withdrew himself from you and laid flat on the sand, your fingers gingerly playing with the fabric. 

"I wanna kiss every inch of you, Rafe..."

"Let's compromise," He directed your fingers to drive in a trail based on your nails. "Leave marks, baby...I want to look at them and remember how this felt..." 

"You plan to forget?"

"Not as long as I live." He pulled you down on to him. Your mouth wide and desperate as he pulled you down onto a kiss. 

"You set the pace and I'll follow..." He guided as you began slowly until he ended up taking over. Your nails leaving the marks he requested as he sneered beneath you. You noticed immediately at the rush this brought him. A soft sadist beneath your touch. 

"Harder..." He breathed to you as you dug your nails deeper, his teeth clenching before he battered your sex, your breasts taken by each hand. 

"I love those little sounds you make when I do this...even more cause you mean it..."

"Please keep...keep playing with me..."

"Sweetheart...I'm not fucking playing." You were rolled into the sand, his toes anchoring him flat as his body weighed you still, his hips thrusting against yours in a bruising rush that you welcomed with ease. You forfeited the care against JJ and focused solely on Rafe. 

His breath. His muscles. His body. His presence. His fingers. His tongue. 

His cock...fuck...his cock. Penetrative and thick, curving perfectly inside of you to hit every spot JJ needed to work to achieve. And you adored that he did. Just not that he did it with others as well. It was what made your coming orgasm stronger. Knowing you were being watched. Knowing he would see how Rafe was making you come. In a way he never could, and he'd now never be allowed to try.

"You feel so good-" You explained as he nodded into your shoulder. 

"Say it again."

"You feel so fucking good, Rafe! Better than JJ!" He clasped his hand over your mouth."

"Then he and nobody else deserves to hear how I'm about to make you scream..." Your body buckled and erupted beneath him as he held you in place. Wave after wave of ecstasy met with his hips as he slowed himself just enough for you to have only a hint of overstimulation. 

"On my face, baby...you belong here..." He guided you there until you say on his chest, thighs framing his chiseled features. 

"I'm gonna suffocate you-"

"I hope so..." He groaned as he sunk you down onto him. Only dark eyes rolling closed as you called out his name. Your body rolled and guided so he could savor you completely while JJ was in awe. Somewhat aroused to witness but also more bewildered. Your body having never moved quite that way for him and because of it, he seemed to study you. But he was undeserving. At least without a reminder. 

"Let go..." You guided Rafe before positioning yourself with your ass towards JJ. A smile over Rafe's face validated his approval as you took his dripping cock in your kiss. But as you tried to find a rhythm, he was expertly between your folds. 

"Slow down, I'm gonna come again..." 

"I said every way..." He explained as you worked him well. Twisting and sucking as he snickered and groaned. Cursed and your name called in a summoning before he sucked hard solely on your clit and abandoning your opening. 

"Please tell me he's taken you here..." He asked, teasing your ass as your body trembled. 

"No..." 

"Good..." His thumb brushed, supplying enough pressure to tease. 

"Next time, I'm starting here..." He bit your ass cheek before slapping it. "Now come on my face, I can't take much more of your mouth. Ride my tongue baby...mmmhmm..." You worked with his tongue before your body shook over him. 

"Yes!" You called into the sky as he pulled your legs as close to him as possible. But something else found pressure. A foreign pressure you never had before, something building deep in your core , a pressure that tested your bladder. 

"Rafe, stop! I have to...I'm gonna...oh, fuck-" but he only smiled and kept you pinned as you poured over him, his mouth taking every drop. 

"Knees. I need to come..."but as you watched him prepare to take you from behind, you lowered yourself over his thighs, hands at a rest to set him back down. 

"I wanna swallow you, Rafe...every drop..."

"Oh shit...I'm not gonna last..."

"Good...I want it now..." You moaned, eyes kept to Rafe long enough to see JJ tense. He knew your mouth just as well and felt the loss of watching Rafe shift beneath you. 

"Fuck! Oh God!" 

You smiled. "Yeah?" You broke as he sat up on the support of one palm, bent over you. 

"I'm gonna come...fuck...keep going...oh...come here...." He lifted your ass to fuck the dripping pussy beneath. Only his fingertips, as you came as he had. New cum joining the former . Covering him as he called out your name. 

"Fuck, I needed that..." He grinned.

"So did I..." You bit your bottom lip once swallowing him. 

"Is he still there?" Your eyes widened.

"N-no-" He looked over his shoulder. 

"Good." You were taken back to the sand. 

"Because this time it's for me, and I'm not gonna be as nice..." He was inside you again, cock hardening from within. 

"Fuuuuck..." You breathed in finality, having arrived for a purpose but remaining for a different one entirely. 

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Toxic

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Dom!Rafe. Bondage. Smut. Language. Degrading Language. Mentions of cheating. 

SUMMARY: a toxic exchange between you and Rafe…

WORD COUNT: 2200

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Toxic

You knew better than to make a scene in public. And yet, it didn't spare him from the way your eyes narrowed as he spoke to each and every one of your friends. Especially her. The girl who you'd known for half a decade, who had taken it upon herself to play the guise of a friend all to steal your role as a lover to your boyfriend. And yet, you couldn't blame her as much as you did him. For acting on the curiosities fueling his wandering eye after you believed you kept him content. But how could anyone keep someone like Rafe Cameron content?

"Are you going to keep pouting?" He asked while retracting his hand from the effortless rest it made on your thigh. A usual source of comfort now scorching you as you couldn't help but wonder if he had done the same to her. Was this touch how it began? Was it the night of your birthday when he left early for what he told you to be an illicit transaction from Barry?

It didn't matter to him as the car continued through the gates of Tannyhill as you couldn't comprehend why you agreed to go with him. Especially since you couldn't stomach his touch or look him in the eye. All because you knew if you looked in the icy stare that he would convince you to forgive him. Even just the brush of his fingers would bring him absolution. Just to feel him a bit higher. A bit deeper. A bit-

No. 

Not this time. Not after the countless ways he had subjected you into a situation where you were forced to bend your morals for someone so undeserving. Your grace pushed and pulled into withered strands leaving only patience in frailty. And each and every time, he pulled a bit further. 

And you let him. 

"If you're going to act like this, I might as well just take you home...I could be with Top and-"

"Alyssa?" The sound of her name made him smirk. This made your eyes sharpen as you couldn't help but think about the reason behind it. Was it that she felt better? Made him last longer? Until you ultimately decided it was because she was more experienced. Not a guy in the Outer Banks that didn't know the taste of her coconut flavored chapstick. 

And yet, no matter the reason, you were left undeniably insecure. Questioning the lay of your hair and choice of attire. Even the way you treated your anger with silence. You just knew she would have done better. As apparently she had. Such evidence in the continued smirk. 

"You still aren't over it?"

"It was a week ago.." You spat, eyes sharpening further with a hand on your hip and he slowly nodded. 

"And for a week I've had to deal with you acting like a bitch...moping and shit, but I'm the victim here..." 

He had defended himself in idiotic ways before. Yet this gaslighting self-victimization was a new low. Your heart twisted to respond as you took a step to act on it. And yet, the pain behind his eyes in what you were certain was self sabotage kept you staring at him. 

"If you're that mad then go..." He ordered rather dismissively before optioning for the bag set in his back pocket. That trusty hit he required whenever reality became too much. 

Which was often. 

"Not like I need you here...Got everything I need..." He spoke to himself, the words scaring you as you turned to leave. But the second your hand wrapped around the handle, you turned to face him. 

"Why her? Why did it have to be my friend?"

"Why are you coming at me? SHE was the one who started it. You said it, she was YOUR friend..." He rose from the bedside table, leaving behind the preparations he'd made to take a hit before facing you. 

"Because you are MY boyfriend!" 

"And that could change..." His words brought tears to your eyes. After everything you'd endured and you remained. Near overdoses. Cruel words. Dominant and submissive sex that left bruises and marks that brought deprecating words from those you called friends. Fights with those same apparent safe havens and confidants that left you isolated. Everything for this...

"Asshole..." You spoke softly, as if testing the word aloud. The next time it was uttered, it was stronger. Your fists pounding at his open chest as he was taken aback by the first hit. 

"You're such a fucking asshole! If you don't want to be with me then just tell me, I don't deserve this you son of a bitch!" But as you believed your impromptu boxing match would result in some moral consciousness shaken, he would only take hold of your hands and push you against the bed. If not for his grip, you would have fallen flat, and yet, he had you bent just enough to threaten it. 

"Yeah, that's right baby. And you threaten me and tell me it all you want, but you'll always come back..." You tried to pull free, thin eyes expressing your anger against him. 

"No...Not this time..." He scoffed, amused at your attempt to rival him. A lift of his brow and light alteration from his content scowl and you were taken into a single shake before he returned you to that slight bend. 

"No? You aren't dripping for me then?" Your eyes softened to the surprise of his words. You expected the usual cruelty. The coldness you'd come to know in moments like this. Not lust. Not arousal. And certainly not from yourself. You were too angry. Too hurt. Too...wet. 

The grip between you allowed him to pull his thumbs over your nipples, feeling them harden beneath the bralet beneath your thin shirt. His favorite combination if you insisted on remaining dressed. 

"I didn't even come...That's something I leave for you..." You couldn't validate if this had been the truth as your eyes rolled closed to the full grasp made over your breast. He was greedy with this hold, rising the weight until doing the same with the other side, your hands collecting your descent into the bed. 

"Thought you wanted to leave..."

"I do..." 

"Yeah?" He teased his question over your lips. 

"I think you wanna come..." He pushed you flat. 

"Because you and I both know I'm the only one that can make you..." You hated how this was the truth. Nice guys were only that from your experience. Careful and behaved. You basked in the way he pumped unhinged between your thighs. The way he pulled your hair to quell your daddy issues. And the way he left you sore enough to feel him hours, even days later. But you questioned if the cons were worth the high. 

"I hate.."

"You hate me? You aren’t alone there, sweetheart…" He existed amused once again. His ringed finger tracing your breast before he tore your chosen bottoms from your hips until only your panties remained. The wet-soaked, panties that he forced this way once again. Every pair ruined by him whenever in his presence. And these would be no exception, apparently. 

"I love how easy it is to make you wet..." 

"No-"

"You lying to me? You know how much I hate when you try to..." You parted your lips to retort. The double standard was enough to leave you dizzy. You couldn't even offer a smile to someone across the room without him marching in their direction with a prepared fist. And yet you were subjected to hear the details of him and your friend as she was shameless about it, discussing it as if you were sharing the same toy. 

"Your body knows me. It's why you always come back. No matter how mad you are-"

"I'm mad at you..." You managed while his lips pulled upwards. 

"Yeah I can tell...moaning like this...real mad..." He patronized as your body betrayed your attempts. But as you wanted to move away from him to clear your mind, you would only drive further into him. Up until his hand cupped your sex. His large, warm hand, all encompassing of you. 

"You want me even when you hate me. Even when I hurt you..."

"No I-" He slipped his hand over your face, smearing your arousal over your face before taking hold of your jaw. 

"Keep lying, see where it gets you..."

"Stop..."

"Stop?" He pulled your lips apart as you instinctively sucked his finger, needing to use something as an outlet.

"But you're desperate. And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you practically pouring and panting for me?"

"I-" 

"Unless your next words are "fuck me", you keep those pretty little lips shut...Or I'll fuck you quiet..." Your eyes widened to his threat. You were graceful on your knees for him. A favorite act for you both. And yet, you knew the threat meant it would be less than desirable. You would not be an equal or a partner. You would be an outlet. Tasrs, pleas, claw marks on his thighs and ass would do nothing but motivate him until you'd served your purpose. It was not an experience you wanted when you waged the rival side of pleasure he could offer. 

But only after he got what he wanted one way or another. 

"Tell me you're sorry." He took a hold of your hair as your eyes darted from his lips to his hand as it dismantled his shorts. 

"Better yet, show me..." He pulled you to the edge of the bed. "Show me why I came back..." You were ambitious to his shaft, beginning in a complete swallow of his cock as he pulled you back. 

"Don't be a whore about it. You're my girlfriend...take your fucking time..." He corrected as you slowed, taking him deep behind hollowed cheeks. 

The immediate presence of a distant saltiness swelled your ambition as a compliment before you slowly nodded. 

"Look at me." He groaned, unnecessarily pulling your hair further to a glance you'd already offered him. 

"You look so fucking hot...I could come all night down your pretty little throat...Even better than her…" You nodded, aware it was impossible, but your agreeability would be favored. 

"Come here-" He groaned more to himself as you were taken to the edge of the bed, turned away from him as he ripped the bra from your torso and used the fabric on your hands. 

"It will always be you. You're mine. I'll always come back to you. You know why?" He asked, guiding you into the mattress until your ass alfines with his dripping cock. 

"Because you let me fuck you like the whore you want to be for me..."

"Rafe-" He smacked your ass. 

"Because you deserve this. For questioning me." Another blunt rest made you shudder. 

"So apologize..." When you didn't, he pulled you up by your hair. 

"Apologize before I lose my fucking patience and use your ass instead-" 

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, please, Rafe!" 

"Sorry? For what?"

"Please-"

"Tell me or you don't get to come..."

"I'm sorry for being upset." The words tasted sour once spoken and yet the way he pushed himself inside of you aided the bitterness. The clutch made to your breast as he teased your nipple and the final trace made over your clit became reasons to forgive him. All until you were resigned from reality and set in the comfort of this toxic behavior. 

But it was all for this moment. When his dominance faltered in the release only you could offer him. The comfort only you could grant as his words were true. You would always come back. You would always forgive him. Because you loved him. And in the final motions of his hips slamming into you, he showed this as well. That soft hand to your cheek and kiss swallowing your strained breathing and panting of his name would prove this. The peace among the storm. The reason within the madness. It was worth it all for the way he collected you around him. For you knew no matter the position he has her in or the duration in which she has impressed him with, she would never have this. 

She would never fully have him in the way you had. Even if it was in pieces. It was pieces you could make illusionary to be together. By remaining at his side. By believing his lies. By forgiving him once again. 

And you would. 

Every damn time…

"I'M COMING!" You exclaimed, body in shattered tremors as he nodded, leading you against him as you pulled through a mutual high that reminded you why you worked. The destruction somehow your form of stability that would exist for a time to come. Your body left in shambles and aches he quelled when necessary. An undeserving apology. Another dual existence of a shared release. And a sweet kiss sealing another dysfunctional moment as yet another premonition of what was to come. 

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Shower Head

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe. Overstimulation. 

SUMMARY: Shower sex with Rafe, where he uses a specific items to make sure you get super clean after getting all dirty just for him. 

WORD COUNT: 800

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Shower Head

The beads of water collected on your back in a mutual cascade to what continued to warm your skin before you looked up to him from on your knees. Where he was denied the comfort of the water, you more than accommodated with the perfect screws made of your hand as you pumped him over the palette of your tongue. His groans echoed overhead, a grip keeping your soaked locks from sticking to your skin, as he deepened you even further than your natural allowance. 

“Fuck, you sound so good choking on me, baby.” He grunted, your eyes remaining to him as his were screwed shut, only to open to find you in observation. It would take only that illumination of wonder behind your eyes for him to need more. Despite the fact he favored you this way, gagging and silent by his cock, he needed you completely. 

“My turn,” He spoke with mischief while distracting you with his motions as he kissed your neck. Using the weight of his body to keep you in place, one hand teased your hips and clit, directing your jaw away from the direction of his other hand, before you heard the echo of detached metal making you well aware of his ambition. 

“Rafe-”

“You make one sound and you only get to ride this to come…” He explained, setting the shower head to its most intense setting, one direct in a single stream that opposed the wash that could reach nearly every inch of your skin.Instead,t his focused on your clit and sex, the rush of the water supplying the most painful of pleasures as he relished in your desperations. 

“Not nice to have so much at once, is it baby?” You could only clench your teeth, struggling to remain silent as he moved the shower closer. 

“You know how I like it slow and yet you wanted to swallow me whole, yeah? My dirty girl loves being on her knees for me, doesn’t she?” You nodded, eyes barely able to open, but parted enough to see that grin across his face. That same one that came whenever you were made to find pleasure beneath his touch. And this would prove to be no exception. 

“You better be quiet…Don’t want anyone to know how you’re getting fucked by this shower head…” He scoffed, a hand to your neck keeping you locked in place, as he pushed detachment to your sex directly. 

“Mmm…You’re making me a bit jealous with those little faces you’re making for this thing…”

“Please…” You struggled to speak, your body in tremors as he continuously edged you from that rush denied in repetition. 

“Aww…you wanna come?” He patronized as you nodded, nails digging into his skin. 

“You know you only get to come on me.” He dropped the shower head, lifting one of your legs until you wrapped the other one up around his hip. Your eyes remained closed from the second your soles were set away from the the shower floor, up until the moment his cock made that sudden stretch made of your sex. 

“Oh baby, you’ve missed this, haven’t you? Never know you just got fucked last night.” He teased as you nodded. “But you always want more…because you’re greedy like me…” He grunted behind his words. “Maybe even more so, SHIT! You’re clenching me so tight-” You nodded, back pulling into an arch off of the wall. 

“Don’t come-”

“Rafe….please-” His hand returned to your neck, this time, wrapping around the back. 

“You just don’t want to listen today do you? Told you to suck me slow and you tried to drain me dry…tell you to be quiet and you just can’t help but beg…and now…you’re coming-”

“RAAFFFEE!” You warned as his hand rushed over your clit to worsen the sensations of your orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure surging through you as he slowed his motions to allow you to enjoy that high with more ecstasy than pain. 

“Rafe…”

“Did that feel good baby? You get what you wanted from me?” Your eyes tried to read his expression as he sounded cold and almost aggravated. And yet the smirk across his face contradicted this. When you didn’t respond, he took hold at your hip, turning you away from him. 

“I hope so. Because now I’m taking what I deserve.” He explained, bending you just far enough to where he could move into you effortlessly, lowering and rising with the shower head back within his grasp. 

“Please, it’s going to be too much-”

“It’s okay baby…” He lifted his hand back to your neck, applying just enough pressure to remind you of his domineering direction. 

“You can scream for me this time…”

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Baby Daddy: Fever

TW: Toxic!Rafe. Manipulation and sociopathic tendencies. Dom!Rafe. Degrading language. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: Stuck at work, you are forced to rely on Rafe to take care of your son when he’s sick. But he’s expecting you to show your gratitude in a very specific way…

WORD COUNT: 3300

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Fever

He had a habit of making a mess of things. Even if his attempts were valiant, if Rafe was somehow capable, it always ended up with the same disastrous result. It was what made the current meeting you were in that much more difficult as you couldn’t help but wonder what you’d be returning home to. The thoughts that danced unwelcome throughout your mind, across your cerebrum and down into the deepest pit of your stomach, made any necessary conversation into background noise. To make matters worse, any attempt made to sneak a text beneath the table went ignored as you could even picture that sadistic grin he’d express in knowing he had you on the proverbial, and now literal, edge of your seat. Until finally you were able to return home, running at least half of the stop signs before finally coming to the front door of your apartment. 

But you stood in complete shock to what lay before you to witness. 

Nothing. 

Absolutely nothing. In fact, more of a nothing than how you left it. The single mug left in the sink from having been in a rush to leave to evade him as you switched off your parental roles had been washed, dried and put away. The laundry formerly on the couch had even been set according to how you had everything organized. And your mail had been left untouched on the counter. All indications that Rafe must have hired someone to be respectable of your space. But before you could even fully process your newly cleaned apartment, he emerged from your son’s room with a content expression. 

“His fever just got under 101,” He pulled the old baby monitor from his pocket, setting it on the edge of the counter that separated you. “You’re going to want to give him Tylenol in about two hours because I just gave him Ibuprofen before that, if he still has a fever…” Your lips parted to interrupt him, trying to find some way to berate or correct him. But instead, all you could do was stare in awe. Those words forced back down your throat, more bitter than they were upon your tongue. 

“What?”

“Where is she?” He released a sigh. 

“Who?”

“The nanny or whoever you hired…”

“Is it that hard to believe I could know what I’m doing-”

“I’ve never even seen you throw away a post-it note and you cleaned my entire apartment…Took care of him…AND managed to not infiltrate my mail…”

“If there was a name I didn’t recognize, that’d be a different story.”

“Right…because you know everyone in my building, I’m sure.”

“Sweetheart…” He took a step closer. “I know everyone on your block. You think I’d let my son around anyone…unsavory?” His eyes glimmered with mischief as if he was well aware of the irony he spoke of and found amusement in it. Especially to your reaction against him. 

“Chase across the hall. Maddy and Laci on the other end. The nice elderly couple below you-” Your eyes widened, “He has a son about my age…Doesn’t understand why I wear my hair without a ‘proper cut’.” Your lips parted as he continued. “A school teacher with a VERY serious boyfriend he’s planning on proposing to next Christmas, not to mention-”

“Jesus Christ, Rafe-”

“Do you think it’s ironic how nobody’s welcomed you? How nobody’s brought a fruit cake or whatever the hell people bring? I made it clear you don’t get bothered-”

“Even you don’t have that much influence…” To this, he moved even closer to you, pinning your back against the edge of the bar by his presence alone as he didn’t make contact. Instead, his palms were forced to endure the rough curve of your back’s support as he lowered over you. 

“I seem to have it where it matters. Between your legs-”

You rolled your eyes as his smile widened. 

“Usually that doesn’t happen until I’m inside you-” 

“Stop it…”

“Maybe you should show me how grateful you are that I’m such a good guy…Considering you could have had some asshole who guilted you to come home…I just want you to come at home…” He used the back of his knuckles on your arm, tracing just enough for you to remember how his touch, and only his touch, made you alight from the inside out. The flutter of your eyes, no matter how hard you fought to react, verified for him that he still held that same ‘influence’. 

“Could have even hired someone…But I’m a good dad…Good enough to make you call me ‘daddy’-” Your jaw clenched as he made a sudden grip in your hair. 

“Rafe-”

“Knees.”

“I’m not-”

“Willingly or forced, one will be more pleasant for you…” He moved just close enough so you could feel his breath in the split of your mouth, interrupted words left unsaid on the tip of your tongue. 

“Yeah?” He smirked, knowing well aware of his overall effect on you. Your jaw clenched as you were well aware he was not one to release such intentions easily. If he set his sights to you, you had only one choice; to submit. 

“Please…Not here…” You looked in the direction of your son’s bedroom set at the first door in a small corridor as he guided you by your wrist and into your own room. The second you were alone, he thrust you into him. Lips cast aside as he focused on keeping you silent by intertwining your tongue with his own. 

“You should be grateful I wasn’t pestering you every ten minutes asking questions, guilting you for not being here as a ‘mom’ should…” He explained while unbuttoning your blouse.

 “But I know my girl works so hard…” He kissed down your neck and to the exposed cleavage just as his thumbs came to either nipple, hardened beneath the thin bra. 

“You should spend your days waiting for me. Wondering how I’m going to make you come-how you’ll make me…The ONLY thing you should be worried about…”

“That’s no way to live as someone’s sex slave…”

“You wouldn’t be ‘someone’s’,” He suddenly tore your bluouse apart, buttons thrown in every direction as his hands came to the new exposure of your hips. You were spun against the door, his body pressing you to the cold fake wood before you, breathing inhibited by the force of his weight. 

“You’d be mine…” Your mind spun as it always had in his presence. As you wanted to rival him and remain strong in your virtues and morals, his ascending fingers from your hip to your neck left them as nothing but embers at your feet. You blamed the history between you as having been why you always allowed it. But in truth, it was because you relished in how he knew just how to touch you. How to make every nerve in your body alert to him, even before he would touch you. As his gaze alone was enough to project that unhealthy rate of your pulse. And just as you were aware it would never fade, he was aware it existed against even your most potentially victorious efforts. 

“But you always are, baby, aren’t you?”

“I’m not…” His fingers tightened around your neck. To enough to be perilous to your life, but enough to remind you of the threat that he could control you with an effortless grip. 

“Then why are you wet?” Your brows furrowed to how he could know this. Even if your body had trembled in his arms, there wouldn’t be a chance he’d know such a thing. Not physically anyhow. 

“Oh yeah…soaked…” His fingers were beneath your skirt, your legs crossing to try and keep your most intimate caverns concealed, but he was already against your clit. Playing your sensitive bundle of nerves as if a virtuoso to the music you offered in the strum of his touch. 

“But I remember telling you to do something.” He performed an array of unkind rubbings before directing that hand to your hair, turning you to face him. 

“If I have to ask again, you won’t get to come…and for how fucking uptight you always are, I’d say I’d be doing us both a favor to let you…” You clenched your jaw, wanting to fight him, needing that strength to push him away. But all you could do was obey. Because you wanted to-needed to. Because you knew being on your knees for Rafe was the only way you could really have any control over him. It was a way he showed how he trusted you. Having his most sacred and used part of his body where you could harm him. Yet neither of you allowing it as you both basked in the pleasure in contrast. The same pleasure he may have been undeserving of in all days but today. 

“Look at you…” He used his ringed finger against your cheek. “THIS is where you should be. Waiting for me after work like this. Wanting this. Not fighting it.”

“Then let me.” You offered, his lips curving into a grimace of approval, before he unbuckled himself with one hand as the other remained in your hair. Softer now, but still set in place. 

“No touching anything else until I say.” You nodded, feigning submission before beginning the endeavor that was oral sex. 

His cock was cruel. Too large. Too wide. But promised pleasure you couldn’t find in even the most expensive of sex toys or experience of rivaling partners. Even your own fingers and the dirtiest fantasies,all which included him, did nothing but compare to him, failing in each variety. It was what motivated you beyond the tears and the retching, as well as the ache that always existed when he had you for him this way. All worth it for the promise of how this same shaft between your lips would offer you incomparable ecstasy between your legs. 

“I’m probably gonna get sick now, too…Make it worth it. Give me something to remember while I’m in bed without anyone to take care of me…” He ordered through clenched teeth as you looked up to him with that teary gaze that made him cease you. 

“Keep those eyes to me. Open your throat…Take me all the way…yes…” He felt you tense as he breathed an amused exhale.

 “I won’t come…I save that for that sweet little pussy of my good little whore. But you go against me. Even once…And I just might, here…” He teased your neck with a grip, he would not commit to, before he now sat on the edge of the bed, unable to stand the sensations your tongue and suction brought him. 

Just as he could offer you, you had him at that orgasmic release. The weight of his balls teased in your hands as you twisted and teased them, feeling him shift and moan over you. 

“Look at me-” He ordered, hand pulling you to the very tip of his cock. 

“Just the tip. Slow…But keep those eyes open…” He explained as he took you slowly. Guiding you to edge himself as you kept his expression in eyeshot. The way his lips parted to struggle for allowance of pleasure had been the same fervor of those eyes too lust blown to exist in the cool blue they usually wore. 

“Only a slut obeys so blindly-so eagerly…And that’s what you are for me, right baby? My perfect little slut?” You nodded, too needy to contradict him. 

“That means you’re dripping for me, right?” You bobbed your head. 

“Stand up.” He ordered as you offered one final corkscrew suck, a satisfying pop acting as a farewell to your oral fixation to him, before he pulled you towards him. 

“You come before I say,” He began to command, taking both of your wrists behind your back with the use of only one of his large hands, “And you won’t get to for a VERY long time. I’ll make sure of it.” You only flared your eyes in understanding as he set his ringed finger between your thighs.

“Let me see just HOW much of a slut you really are…” You shuddered to his touch climbing to your interior, his lips pulled to a wider grin. 

“Already eager?” You nodded. 

“Oh, baby…” He patronized. “You soaked through your panties for me, again…” He bit his bottom lip for only a moment. 

“Take ‘em off.” You kicked them freely, watching them brush his knuckles, before his hand returned to the new space between your legs. But only to drop down and retrieve your panties. His second hand’s thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

“Open.” You believed it had been to suck his thumb, a slight kink all its own for him. But instead, you found your own panties in your mouth. Savoring your own release as he threatened your sex with his touch. 

“Can’t let our son know just how loud his mom is for me…” He scoffed. “And you’re gonna scream…” He began immediately, a rough insertion mended by the pulsation of a second finger offering the illumination of the fulfillment he offered you. 

“Good girl…fuck my fingers, you little slut…show me how badly you want my cock…come on…” You released your inhibitions against him. Down to his knuckles, riding over him as he took turns at your breast and your ass, fondling whatever skin made you wince and react the most. But those very reactions were what caused him to pull the panties from your mouth and back onto his cock. 

“Bend.” You obliged, his hand now in a rough smack to your ass. 

“Stroke it.” You spit on his shaft, precum greeting the droplets, before you used your own panties over him. To showcase his approval, he spread your cheeks with one hand before teasing your perineum and your sex with his fingers. One finger then two once again. 

“Rafe…” You moaned.

“Quiet! I want to hear how wet you are…” He shot as you moaned behind lips bit together, relishing in the sound for yourself as well. 

It could have been a minute or an hour, but the pleasure seemed to approach quickly. Waves to your carnal shore as he continued the patterns that led you closer and closer to that crest. 

"Mommy?" A faint voice came from the opposite side of the bedroom door as you were quick to adjust. But this only led Rafe's fingers deep inside with a hooked rest directly at your g-spot. 

"Don't. Move."

"Everything okay, buddy?" Rafe asked, fingers never stopping. 

"Is mommy home? I heard her praying with you daddy." 

Praying? Suddenly you were mortified. The belting to God with how Rafe made you feel just a moment ago had been overheard by your son. But as your cheeks flushed, he finally rose, a smack to your ass as he looked back to you with a grin. 

"You pray with a lot of , like the girl from earlier-" Your eyes narrowed as he looked over his shoulder enough to feel your scowl. 

"Why don't we get you back to bed?"

"But if mommy isn't here, why do I have to still pretend to be sick?" Your eyes narrowed. You remembered the call midway through the early work day of how believable they'd both been. It made your blood boil beneath your skin. 

When am I gonna learn? You asked yourself while redressing. 

"How about we have you go to bed now and then in the morning you, me, and mommy go get some pancakes?"

"Yeah!" Rafe left for only a moment, your eyes cast to the monitor, still left in the bar from earlier, your heart twinging to the sweet moment. But the second he returned towards you, you thrust a throw blanket and a pillow at his chest. The force surprised him enough to be knocked off kilter for only a moment. 

"Looks like your attitude needs a reminder-"

"The only reason your ass isn't on the curb is because of how he lights up when you make plans with him. Ones you WILL keep or so help me God…" His eyes narrowed in having been aroused with how you spoke to him. 

"Baby ..Its gonna be so cold out here all alone." You cocked your jaw. 

"Have the girl from earlier help. Sounded to me like she kept you plenty warm." You slammed your bedroom door, locking it in place before finding rest within the sheets. Restlessly, you shuffled beneath them after the peace you made in getting the last word over him. Somewhere between dusk and dawn came a shuffling weight at your back. 

"I wasn't finished." He spoke into your ear, his hand immediately finding and stroking the fold between your legs. 

"How did you get in? I locked the-" One finger already had you shuffling into him. The reasons he made you jaded again this having now fallen weak. 

"Oh sweetheart," he chuckled, "you think a locked door is going to keep me away from this?" A second finger separated your lips apart as his cock moved between the divide as only his shaft remained. 

"I've done a lot more for less…" He thrust into you, his fingers forcing yours to embed into the sheets as he slowly savored you. 

"Rafe-"

"You're coming whether you like it or not…" he drove his fingers to your clit, slowly and agonizing flicking, making you into nothing but groans. 

"It's just up to you on how long it takes…"

"I-"

"The more you fight it, the harder you're gonna come…Because I always win, baby…so let me win a bit easier this time…yeah?" You moaned beneath him as he grinned into your shoulder. 

"No-"

"Oh…yes…" he turned you to your knees, setting your hands to your headboard as he took you fully from behind. The weight of him slapping at you from this position as you shifted your wrapped hands to the wall to keep the headboard from pounding as it had.

"Did she come for you like this?" You spat looking back at him. 

"Who?" 

"The girl you brought here?" You grunted as he took you to his chest, his feet pinning your ankles flat. 

"There is nobody else. Your neighbor stopped by with your mail, something you tried to hide from me…" he pulled your jaw to him. "She just kept saying "oh God," flirting and laughing. It was sad. He asked why you say that and that's what I told him. You prayed. Might need to for forgiveness after this…" He explained once slowing his thrusts. Pulling back and slowing to watch himself pump in and out of you. You turning back to bask in how he adored the sight.

"Now I shouldn't have to explain myself. I put up with enough of your bullshit. So give me what I deserve…" He wrapped his hand back around your neck as it had been so many times before. In the attempt you made to speak, he tangled your tongue into his as he made you come undone in seconds. Nodding into the kiss as you struggled to focus on it with the rising ecstasy, he divided your clitoral hood and rubbed in desperation as you shook. 

"More." He grunted as both of your hands took hold of his wrist. 

"Rafe-!"

"More!" He growled, flipping you onto your back, hiking your legs over his shoulders, and pounding into you as he pulled yet another orgasm from you. 

"Yes baby…all over my cock, come on…"

"Mmm…yes…yes…fuck!"

"Oh…you did…" he smirked, withdrawing his fingers and his cock in unison before dropping down between your legs. 

"Rafe, I can't…"

"You will." Your eyes rolled as he dropped to your clit, proving to you that even if your son was the one who was feverish, Rafe was the one who was truly sick. But you loved it…

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Flawless

TW: Smut. Language. Mentions of blood. SoftDomRafe! Angst due to body image. 

SUMMARY: Rafe validates why he loves your figure…

WORD COUNT: 2800

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

Flawless

It didn't matter the color of the fabric or style of the dress. Nothing seemed right for the aesthetic the Cameron family left at every function. Wheezie was the eccentric youth who wore the carefully curated pastels orchestrated by Rose, who owned a dramatic statement piece all her own. Ward was demure in his perfectly tailored suit and million dollar smile. And Sarah was effortlessly soft yet desirable with her siren stare and ethereal style. But the responsibility it meant to be on Rafe's arm had meant your own physique was set into question against his mouth watering appearance. It was louder than that of your own insecurities even as you'd overheard those envious of your relationship with the attractive Cameron, remarks of your healthy weight contrasting their improbable perfections made possible by unhealthy standards. And it was enough to drain any potential confidence into uncertainty as you bowed your head while sitting on the edge of the bed. 

"Bullshit tie-" Rafe groaned at the inability to perfect the Windsor knot expected in the reflection of his father's ensemble. Yet the sight of your state had redirected his focus to your well being. More specifically, becoming enraged to whoever or whatever was responsible for its decline. 

"What is it, baby?"

"It's stupid." You sniffled, shaking your head. The only thing you loathed more than their comments and glances, were how you let them get to you. Even if you were tempted to fall into the fads of disordered ‘diets’ to appease them, the way he found beauty within even your most shallow of confidences had kept you clear from acting on such dark thoughts. 

"The only stupid thing is how stupidly beautiful you are..." He spoke in pure honesty as you scoffed. 

"Can I just meet up with you after?"

"Are you sick?" 

"No..."

"Do you want to be with someone else?" Your eyes narrowed. 

"No-"

"As far as I'm concerned, those are the only two reasons you wouldn't be coming with me. The first I'd stay back and take care of you...and if there was someone else..." He used the bend of his fingers to direct your eyes to him. "I'd miss the entire party to prove that I'm the only one for you. Just like you are for me…"

You couldn't respond to his sweet words. You felt hypocritical to agree but uncertain to answer as you were well aware how quick to anger he was. For that, you only remained silent. 

"So tell me who said something..."

"Nobody."

"So I don't make you feel beautiful then?"

"Rafe..."

"It's my job. To make you come and feel beautiful." Your cheeks flushed to his words. 

"I just don't feel...skinny enough...okay..." You hung your head in shame at the remark. No matter the times he reminded you of the opposite, you couldn't help but question the sour words of your peer antagonists as they circled your mind and withering self-esteem.

"Stand up."

"Rafe..."

"Stand. Up."

He spoke more aggressively as you stood in only your lingerie. His eyes adored the sight for a moment, a greedy glance, as you stood in anticipation. You were expecting him to turn you towards the mirror set to the side of the closet you stood in front of. But instead, you watched him take your dress to his fingers. 

"Apparently I have to make something clear..." The tag of your dress was removed from the fabric. Your eyes widened. 

"I don't give a shit if you're a size zero or fifty."

"Rafe-"

"I'm not done." He moved to your closet, taking any piece of clothing he could and repeating the process with each tag he could. 

"I don't care if you weigh under a certain amount. All I care about is that you're healthy. That you eat. That you’re happy." His eyes darkened. 

"And that you're mine." When finishing the final dress, set in a pile discarded at your feet, he now pulled you before the mirror. 

But even in his dramatic attempt to make a point, you could feel those bitter words add weight to your curves. 

"Look."

"Rafe, please. I just don't feel like-"

"If whoever was stupid enough to make you feel like this can't see how fucking beautiful you are, that's on them. But I'm telling you to look. Look at this...Look at what's all mine..." You turned to face him, forcing the fingers tracing the skin of your stomach to now rest at your back as your eyes met with his. 

"I have stretch marks-"

"And claw marks...from where I love to guide you into me-"

"And I'm heavier than the other girls-" He scoffed at this. "I look in the mirror and I can't help but notice. The way they look and how they'd look better at your side and-" He moved in a quick step to the mirror beside the closet. A sudden first made an abrupt collision to the glass as it shattered. 

"Rafe!" Picking up a piece of glass within a dress he'd then in disregard moments prior, he moved in your direction. But even with the menacing look behind his eyes and the way he'd sauntered to you with the sharp edge of a potential weapon, you trusted he wouldn't harm you. 

"You should only listen to me, not done fucking reflection that's too stupid to know beauty..." He led the edge of the broken piece of mirror to your chest. The delicate fabric keeping your bra connected was teased with the makeshift knife's edge. 

"I don't want you to wear what they do. I don't want you to wear anything." In the time it took to exercise a simple exhale, his secondary hand took hold of that thin material as his dominant hand cut it loose. Your gasp was silenced by his scoff. 

"But even when you have to wear something. You have my full attention. You're beautiful. So fucking beautiful it hurts. I have to keep from touching you every second of the day...sleeping next to you at night...but I know you need to rest for how you're gonna take me later ..as a reward for being patient. But if I say you're beautiful and you say you're not...are you calling me a liar?" He asked, leading the glass beneath your chin. 

"Because I think you're smarter than that." You swallowed hard from excitement as you were well aware he'd only mark your skin if you asked. 

"I just don't feel like I'm...skinny enough..." He cocked his jaw, slowly nodding, and sucking in a breath. And yet, none of those motions were genuine in agreement. Instead, they had been given as a means of validation he would need to prove his point. 

"I don't know who the fuck made you think that. Don't have to worry about those stupid tags or that mirror...so I know it's something else..." He walked you to the direction of the bed. 

"But what I do know...is that by the time I'm done with you...you'll never question it again." He pushed you onto the bed. "If you do..." he chucked his tongue. "You'll have me to deal with." He pulled you to the edge, removing your panties with the sharp edge of the glass before disposing of it completely. 

Disposing of the fabric, his body was suddenly over your own. Hands pressed to the bed on either side of you had sent you deeper into the mattress as you swallowed hard to the dominant man set with such a task behind usually kind eyes. 

"You trust me, yeah?" You nodded. 

"You know I wouldn't lie to you?" Again, you bobbed your head. 

"Then listen...because I'm only going to be able to explain it once before I have to act on it...So listen carefully..." He kisses your lips softly. 

"Perfect. Soft and warm..." He led his mouth to your jaw and then your neck, "I love tasting your heart beat for me right here..." His fingers drifted to the natural part made of your thighs as his hips had fit perfectly there, "and I love feeling it here...But I'm getting ahead of myself..." He returned his hands to your breasts. 

"I could massage and tease these all day...I love watching you squirm when I do..." Your mouth parted to release that light kaon that came expectedly as he twisted your hard nipples from his touch. 

"And sucking on them...feeling you pull my hair because you want more..." He narrated it just prior to it happening as he smirked to his clairvoyant prediction. 

"And when I kiss lower..." But in the attempts to do this, he felt you tense. He groaned to this clench as he knew why. Your eyes flashed to the sight of those girls, even ones like Sarah, that had the flawless flat stomachs you couldn't help but fantasize to own. But the structure of your body made this impossible to obtain. 

"Right here..." He explained with his ringed finger set at rest just below your navel. 

"That's where I come...inside you when I can't take it anymore...and you feel it ..and I love how well you take it..." His words were drilling with too much heat to fathom. You pulled him to your lips. He still had a point to make, but your desperations managed to swallow him whole. He relished in the race made of your fingers rushing through his hair and pulling ever so slightly as his tongue brushed your bottom lip. 

"I can't wait-" He breathed quickly, your nod acting as the consent he needed, before you helped him undress. The lack of a full ensemble meant for swift access to his bare chest that you craved to feel in a collision to your skin. The heat of his body and the power of a desperate heart had transported you to believe every word spoke from his breathless lips. 

"I know you don't need it-" He spit at the feminine fold between your legs as you gasped, "But I love that look on your face when I do that." You pulled him back in to kiss you as he aligned himself with your sex. 

"You were made for me. Me." He groaned, offering a single thrust to which you felt him at optimum depth. 

"Do you feel how fucking hard I am? That isn't because you look like them. It's because you're YOU. Beautiful. You." He moved once, your lips parting to accommodate the stretch you weren't ever white able to adjust to. 

"But still all mine." You nodded slowly, agreement interrupted by a genesis of a slow pace. His toes came to a stabilization to the wood beneath his bed, forcing the mattress to creak to his slow collision made against your hips. 

"Every whimper...every inch....every time you come...everything is mine- " His grip ate into the flesh of your ass as he pulled you even closer to him. Even if his words were vulgar and his hips were capable of taking you at a murderous pace, he moved in a slow glide to bask in every sensation for you both. 

"I love you." He spoke, almost pained. "And if I have to remind you of it every second, you bet your perfectly blistered ass," He offered a teasing strike before taking it back in an amorous hold. "That I will."

Silence filled the space between you as you became invested in the hollow of lust. Worries and obligations quieted in the war of desire and love blossoming between you. As he fisted the sheets in the soft drives made in climbing acceleration, you responded with the perfect moans and labored breathing that only motivated him further. Wrapped completely in one another, limbs a blur to the amorous connectivity made in such motions , he needed to feel you to the deepest and dullest extent. 

You were taken into a kiss, tongues tangled, as your legs set over him in a straddle. He prepared you to take him once again, but kept you raised over him with a grip around your back, as he took hold of the back of your hair and neck. 

"Do you know why I know?" Your eyes narrowed as you were breathless but curious hovered over him. 

"I know you're flawless because I'm so fucking broken that being near you...touching you...being loved by you...is enough to fix it. That's beautiful. Not just your body...or the way you say my name when you're annoyed but still put up with my shit ..not the way you feel when you come or how you make me...But because you make those broken pieces whole again." 

"Rafe-" Tears filled both of your eyes. 

"And you questioning that questions me...us...But so help me, if I have to spend every night reminding you...I will." He almost growled those final words as you were taken down onto him. He flexed immediately inside of you in response to the gasp made against him. 

"Tell me you understand. Tell me " He spoke behind clenched teeth. Those once soft motions were now harsh. The thrusts made deep but the pleasure and compassion still on the forefront. 

"Tell me you're beautiful."

"Rafe-" He took hold of the back of your hair, pulling you to take a sharp inhale of surprise once again. 

"Then tell me you're mine."

"I'm yours!"

"And that makes you perfect. That makes you flawless... THAT makes you mine." He huffed, leading you to that intense rise of ecstasy that sent your back into an arch. Collecting you in his arms as he found his own release in time of your coming tremors, he kissed you to breathe in those moans he'd earned. 

"Now you're going to put on any one of those dresses and let me show you off..." You looked to the floor, a heavy gaze assessing the options quickly. "But it won't matter whatever you choose because I'll tear it shreds when I get you back in here..." 

You cocked your head. 

"And you let me see anyone giving you anything even close to a cross look and that mirror is the mercy I won't show them-" To the mention of this, you pulled him back to you by taking hold of his hand. Licking your lips, you kissed around the wound as your eyes rose to make contact with him. The fingers if hei fist came loose as you took the ringed digit into your mouth. 

"I feel beautiful for you, Rafe. The way you look at me when I'm on my knees for you." His jaw clenched. 

"Let me feel beautiful?" He wanted to fight you and make you rise to your feet again. But the way you spoke such a request in such a whine that made him hard for you once again, he only endured what you offered him. 

"You are always beautiful, baby."

"Then let me be." You smirked, taking him behind your lips as a favor of gratitude. As he had been slow with you, you had returned the ecstasy to him. Tasting yourself had only added to the eroticism before his hand suddenly retracted you from your endeavors. 

"Say it. Say it or you don't get to do this anymore." You took your hand around his shaft. 

"I'm beautiful for you. I'm perfect for you. Now let me make you come for me so I can remember that as you show me off..." You used his own words against him as he scoffed. You took the distraction and weakening grip to take him into your throat again. 

Tears and drool gathering at your chin had been an announcement of a job well done as he grunted and cursed over you. The grip made in your hair had mirrored the one you'd taken into his thighs as he warned you if your skillset being more than enough. 

"I'm gonna come! Baby! Fuck!"

You only nodded, the vibration from your moan of approval sending him over the second edge, strengthened by that overstimulation. 

"Fucking perfect." He answered. 

"Beautiful..." You teased with your thumb collecting his cum from your bottom lip and setting it behind your lips. 

"Flawless." He corrected, kissing you quiet as it has been enough to silent your insecurities for now. And even if they would return again, you would have this to reference from here on out.

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Midsummers

TW: Brief angst. Smut. Language.  DOM!Rafe.

SUMMARY: The night that was supposed to be the one you'd always dreamed of takes an unexpected, and erotic, turn, with an unexpected person. 

WORD COUNT: 2700

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hiii i have a rafe request if you get the chance!! maybe a sarah’s friend reader who gets cheated on by jj, so sarah makes rafe ask her to midsummers and things get spicy!? love your writing💕🥰

Midsummers

You had spent the last two weeks barreling through boutique after boutique just to get the perfect dress for tonight. Where others would use tonight to display their riches through some ensemble or conversation about upcoming events within their lives, you had articulated every detail to raise your confidence enough to finally act on your crush. But as you stood before the mirror with Sarah's encouraging words swirling in your mind, you were blissfully unaware of the second set of eyes that had made note of you. Still a set of eyes wore the same Cameron name, but not the ones you expected. And ones you never noticed having observed you this way. Just as they always had. 

"Whoa!" Topper exclaimed as you emerged from within the rear of the Island Inn Resort where the annual Midsummers event was being held. 

"I just saw him..." Sarah explained as you looked at the small collective of pogues banding together once JJ happened to draw the attention of one of the security guards. But as you'd hoped to have finally had a chance to express your unwavering feelings for him, you watched him dote over Kiara. The way she stood up for him. The way he wrapped her into a spin as she left the scene had been enough to not only squander your feelings for him but also any possibility of him learning of why you'd spent so much time in an appearance you usually left decorated barely. 

"All pogues are idiots." Rafe's voice sent your hand to your cheeks to quickly brush away any  evidence of your heartache. 

"They shouldn't even be allowed on the property...broke so many glasses that Rose is going to have a conniption." You scoffed at this as you saw the beginning of this take hold as she was just in earshot to hear her rage against members of the help. 

"Drink?" He offered as you looked at the bottle he'd hijacked from behind the bar and considered the numb feeling it could offer. But much like a crush, you knew the risk and ride was not worth the hangover the next day. 

"I think I'll just go home..."

"What? No! At least not until you dance with me.'

"Rafe Cameron doesn't dance."

"He does right now." He stood, extending his hand as you led him towards the remainder of the guests before he pulled you back towards him. 

"For you." A soft sway began with the distant music supplying the perfect ambiance for what should have been a pristine romantic moment. But in your attempts to feel such things, you would be met with that dull ache of a broken heart. Yet, there existed a comfort in his arms. A safety. All because he was the friend you'd known and appreciated, even despite his flaws. The soft pattern of his heartbeat existed as a lullaby of sorts to your tired pain as you basked in it as long as you could. 

"Guys like JJ can't appreciate beautiful things..." Rafe explained as he'd pulled away from you just long enough to brush a hair from your cheek. 

"They just taint it...But...Can I ask you something?" You nodded, his soft eyes suddenly evading your own. 

"I overheard you and Sarah...all the shit you did for him tonight...and...I just...why him? I mean you could have any guy here...So...why some pogue who doesn't even notice it?"

"Because I don't want to be stuck, Rafe. I can see it in so many people here. The way they look deadpanned at everything and... they're miserable and it's terrifying. So I want a love, even for just the summer, that I can look back on and know it's possible...even if it hurts." 

"And you thought Maybank was that?"

"I hoped." Suddenly Rafe surprised you, a hand set on either cheek as his steps stopped. 

"What if someone felt the same about you? Maybe someone you didn't...notice?"

"Rafe?" His lips rushed against yours. 

He was a friend. He was your best friend's brother. But he was also always there when you needed him. He was a source of a smile when your cheeks were stained with tears. He was those arms you ran to when you had moments like this. Most of them having been founded on convenient timing or the fact Sarah was busy. But you'd never thought of him beyond those former titles. Because of what he was. Forbidden. A risk. And yet, the way he held you now, you would wage war against the world to keep his touch to you. 

His fingers were behaved at your hips but informing you of his need as he dug into the satin fabric beneath the curved fingertips. Once he was relieved to find your response to him, he used that grip to bring you harder into him. A tongue brushing your bottom lip sent your lips into a delicate part whereas your fingers became wrapped around the lapels of his suit, leading him even closer. 

"Rafe-" The breathless sound of his name led him to need more of you. All of you. But he was too impatient to guide you to any of the room of the hotel. Instead, he pulled you to the direction of the nearby wall where he could bask in your winded pattern of attempted breathing. 

"The first thing he should have done was told you how beautiful you look..." He explained while his hands moved down from your cheeks and to your hips, tracing over your breasts with a sinister grin that informed you that he knew his exact effect on you. 

"I watched you stand in front of that mirror fixing every hair...every line made in the dress as you checked yourself from every angle. All wanting to look perfect for someone who isn't deserving of seeing you in this dress...much less out of it..." Your cheeks flushed in crimson as your lips parted to speak. 

"I want to earn it. Even if it takes all night...I want to earn each and every one of those little moans and whimpers he'll never know..." Your eyes widened before he kissed you again. This time, one hand at your breast as the other lowered between your legs. A slit of your dress made this possible as you relaxed your stance, only to feel it then tighten from his touch. He teased your sex over your clothed clit before setting your leg at his hip. His thumb brushed the sight of your panties, possible from this angle and the fit of your dress. 

"You chose blue for him? Be honest." You nodded before he suddenly tore them from your hip. A gasp emerged behind illuminated yet lust blown eyes. 

"You wear red for me. Or you wear nothing." His hand took a form but cautious hold of your jaw. "If you choose nothing, you're giving every consent to let me touch you when I want. And I'll take it. Whenever. Wherever..." 

"Please..." Your cheeks became feverish from his words. The simple idea of him, in any context, was unbelievable. And yet, he was the salve to your raw wound. 

"You think I'd let anyone else see that face right now...let alone when you come? I don't think so...I've earned it...why do they get to enjoy it?"

"Please, Rafe...I'll be quiet." To this, his lips spread into a wide grin. 

"You don't understand. I want you to scream for me...only me." He led the hand to your face down to your hand before he collected your panties and brought you into the heart of the hotel. Guests who knew both of your families had attempted to stop you, but Rafe made an excuse you did care to note. 

"You got a room?" You asked as he pinned you against the door as it came open, the sound access granted by an electronic click making your heart skip in excitement. 

"The suite for the chair of the committee. It's Rose's niece's...but she's busy with Kelce...So tonight… it's ours and you're mine." He paused for a second. 

"If you want to be. You get one chance to walk away-" 

"I don't want to."

"I can't promise to be gentle..." You took a step closer to him, hands back on the lapels of his suit. 

"I don't want gentle. I want..."

"I'll give you everything you've ever wanted. All you have to do is say it." He explained. 

"You." He collected you into a tender kiss as your fingers were desperate to assess him. The stone torso beneath rose with humor validated from a smirk. 

"We have all night..."

"I need to feel you...all of you.." He grunted. 

"Take this dress off. Slowly." You bit your bottom lip as he pulled his cufflinks loose. Your eyes remained on his before he moved to you again. 

"I changed my mind, turn around." You obliged, now facing the bed as you felt him remove your zipper. Your breath hitched to the bare skin kissed by the backs of his knuckles. 

"He doesn't deserve to see you like this..." He explained as you turned to face him. 

"Jesus..." He released a deep exhale as you ran your hands at his naked torso. But as you tried to adore his physique as you allowed him, your wrists were bound. But only for a breath as he led you towards the bed. 

"You're so fucking beautiful. I could stare at you all night. But I've done that for the last five years...I think my patience should be rewarded." Before you could speak, you were taken to the bed until his weight pinned you beneath him. You were pulled to his desire, hands set over your head. 

"Don't move them unless it's to grip the sheets." You nodded as he began a trail of kisses from your jaw to your navel, taking a moment to appreciate each breast. 

"I didn't think you'd grip them quite yet...'

"But your hands feel so good..."

"I'm just getting started, baby..." He continued his descent until he came over your sex. His breath leaving you cold beneath as he smirked  to the way you groaned for him. The expression of necessity making him lick his lips. 

"You can be as loud as you want for me. Don't insult me by trying to be all ladylike..." He offered one final cast of the raise of his grin before his tongue came to your clit. 

"You already taste so good for me...all for me." You nodded as you reached for his hair, his body quickly returning your hands over your head. 

"You only pull when you're about to come...you're already so wet it's hard to tell." Your eyes rolled as he projected his ringed finger inside of you while his tongue returned to work. 

"Rafe!" You belted. 

"Mmm... you taste so good..." He retreated, pulling your legs wider as you fisted into the sheets above your head. 

"You really think Maybank would know how to make you grip those sheets like that?" 

"No!"

"Prove it...Say my name again. Just as desperately as before. Like you want him to hear you." As you agreed by doing exactly as he asked, he smirked into you as he built you to that orgasm. 

"How do you wanna come-"

"I don't care!" 

"I'm only going to be able to let you do it once before I need to. So tell me-"

"Right here! Don't stop!"

He teased a lick of his lips before nodding. His motions were slowed but thorough as he was a means to the way of your release. 

"Rafe!"

"You know what to do if you're close." Whimpering behind a bottom lip clenched by your teeth, you tugged tightly as his hair now disheveled by your grip. 

"Come on my face, baby..." He spoke quickly, returning to you once again as your hips were held down by his grip as you lost control in the waves made by your back. Arching and clenching, whimpering and pleading, all until you spilled over his grin. He looked at you with a wide grin. .

"Oh baby...you made such a big mess..." His smirk widened even further. 

"I want an even bigger one on my cock." He turned you to your stomach, kissing you in a rather awkward but adjusted bend, as you were taken upwards.

"This ass is almost perfect..." A slap made you yelp as his lips nearly reached his ears with pride. 

"Now it is. My handprint right here..." He rugged the assaulted skin. "Just as it should be." 

"You want my cock baby? How about we beg one more time for me? Yeah? Just one?" He almost latinized as you nodded. 

"Please, Rafe. I need you inside me..." 

"Then put me there..." He teased you with his naked cock, a motion you were too wrapped in your own bliss to notice he'd made. 

"Good girl. You know where it goes...slowly...I could come with how fucking wet and tight you already are..." You struggled to keep your moans compressed as you guided him into you. 

"Bring it back slowly baby..." He orchestrated you through his order as he guided your hair into his fist and pulled you to his chest. 

"You feel that right there?" He flexed his cock inside of you,making you shudder. .

"This is how it should always be. When it isn't in your mouth or hand..." 

"Rafe-" 

"But for right now...you're gonna prove I'm the one you're thinking of. So make me come...and maybe I'll let you just one more time..." 

"Ahhh..." You began to main as he brought you into a steady rhythm you were guided to upkeep.  Your eyes rolled to how deep and full he left you feeling the walls of your sex clenching to him just as gluttonous as his nails had been to you. 

"Fuck! You feel like heaven..." You moaned. "Faster..." You obliged, your body moving in slow strides to him, accelerating to this request. 

"Rafe please!"

"What are you begging for? If you want something, you can get it, baby...just ask..."

"Fuck me?"

"Like you mean it..."

"Fuck me, Rafe!"

"Here?" He asked, a harsh thrust stilling your movements as he continued to tease you. 

"Oh, you wanna come again? Isn't that a bit greedy?"

"I don't care...you feel so good...please..." 

"With a hand wrapped around your breast, he pulled you even closer to him. 

"You haven't even felt me here..." He explained while brushing your bottom lip. 

"Next time. I wanna feel you come inside me! Please!" You shook over him as he smirked. 

"Who am I to deny to my girl?" He began steady but unkind. Harsh thrusts led him pounding into you as the bed squeaked at mercy. Care and compassion were damned as you were taken to the crest of that second high and he was at the precipice of his first. 

"You feel so damn good, I could come inside you all night."

"Yes! Please!"

"Let's see how you handle one...you're already shaking for me baby..."

"I'm close!"

"No you're not." He explained until he began making small circles at your clit. 

"Now you are..." He smirked. This humor fading for pleasure as you felt him lead the charge to a mutual release. Perfect foreplay and timing had you calling out for one another in grunts and groans as he pulled you swiftly against his hips. 

"Tell me. Tell me whose fucking you like this."

"Rafe-!"

"Tell me whose cock owns your pussy whenever I wanna come."

"RAFE!"

"And tell me who you belong to from this moment on!" He cursed behind clenched teeth. 

"Rafe Cameron!" 

"I love how you say my name when you come." He breathed in finality, your orgasm prompting his own, as he pulled you back to his chest. Sweat connecting you as a trophy of such an example. 

"How about I make you say it again?" 

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Consolation

TW: Smut. Language. Stepmother!Reader x Rafe Cameron. Angst. Mentions of verbal and physical abuse. Mentions of drugs (cocaine). Cheating. 

SUMMARY: An inappropriate kindness leads Rafe to take advantage of what you're offering. 

WORD COUNT: 2400

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Rafe and Ward get in a fight on Christmas morning so stepmom!reader tries to make him feel better 😏

Consolation 

You bit nervously at the tips of your nails upon hearing their raised timbres from the other side of the wall you'd hidden behind to eavesdrop. The very hand wearing your vow to the instigator of the interaction, dropped from your lips and into a fist at your side to how he spoke against his son. Such cruel words for a man who could convince an entire city that he was father of the year. It was the same mischievous smile that convinced you to ignore the age difference between you and scoffs as you joined his brigade of age appropriate friends. But with each passing day, you began to realize that Ward Cameron was a facade much like the property he sold. Pretty to look at. But broken from the inside out. 

Much like Rafe. 

"Great..." He scoffed as you'd become too lost in your thoughts to notice his presence emerge from your husband's office. You were quick to trace the echo of steps as you stood before Ward, who had the bridge of his nose in a pinch to showcase a coming migraine. 

"What is it this time?"

"You should be getting ready. Everyone will be here for dinner in less than an hour and the table still has to be set-"

"Ward-" His hand came down hard on the surface of his desk, rattling the decorations he kept in place since you could remember. 

"Sometimes I forget you're just a few years older than him. Remind me again why I put up with it? He is my son...but you..." He scoffed. 

"Don't push me. Could have another pretty little trophy wife by next Christmas. Maybe one who stopped questioning me-" He moved past you, leaving you concealing tears that brimmed behind natural looking makeup he critiqued even in the finest of lines. 

You waited a moment to compare yourself, ignoring the urge to break a picture frame of a time you believed you could have been happy. Those naive smiles of a pair of newlyweds and your new stepchildren you now felt you had to protect from their own father. But you had noticed something in this moment that had existed as unimportant until now. The way Rafe didn't look in the camera as Sarah and Wheezie had. Instead, he was looking at you. Not as a stepson should. And you felt, in this moment, not as a stepmother should. 

The sound of Ward acknowledging Sarah on the phone as she announced she would be a bit later than expected had left you thinking of Rafe. In truth, it was rare there was a time in which you weren't. He may have been a bit emotional, but he was passionate to protect what he cared about. He showed humanity within his endeavors, a trait clearly obtained more from his mother rather than his coldhearted father. 

"Hey..." You heard him sniffle, quickly hiding something beneath the pillow of his bed as you knew from former instances what it had been. Ignoring berating him for his vice as you couldn't blame him for wanting to be numb, you lifted the reason you'd come to his room now into view. 

"I think you could use this now..." You explained as he looked to the hallway. 

"Feel bad for eavesdropping?" He shot, taking out his anger on you, as you just set the gift closer to him. 

"Just open it…" 

You paused for a second in anticipation of his reaction as you found his gift to be the most difficult. For Sarah, it was easy with dainty jewelry that matched the sparkle behind her eyes. And Wheezie's maturing fashion called for more appropriate clothes you had been eager to offer. And Ward was simple with a new watch. But Rafe was complex. You'd thought about alcohol. Maybe a tie, as your thighs pressed together to the more sinful ways this could be used. And you even considered a gift card to some place he frequented. But it wasn't exactly like drug dealers had vouchers. So for that, you decided on this. 

"A key? Am I supposed to just guess what door it goes to?" He wasn't usually this short tempered and you pitied the reason why. It was why you dealt with it more than what you deserved. 

"It's to a boat. Your boat." You confessed. "I thought about what to get you and I realized you don't have anything of your own..."

His brows furrowed. 

"I have a boat."

"Your dad has a boat. But now you have your own to get out of here when things get...intense..." Something shifted in his gaze. The darkest behind his eyes had softened in realizing you were being genuine with him as he'd been waiting for the punchline. 

"It's in your name and all the paperwork is on the counter of the kitchenette there..."

"Show me? I don't think I can sit through a Christmas dinner with Sarah and John B." He clenched his teeth at the mention of the pogue who had changed her materialistic lifestyle she'd known. A part of him, jealous for the life she's escaped. 

Whether it was to spite Ward or distance yourself from him, you agreed before leading Rafe stealthily through the band of your husband's peers until making it to the dock. Climbing on board, you smirked to the heated living area contrasting the cold chill endured in the walk here. 

"You can change the name of the boat if you want. The last owner just asked you didn't take her into open water before-" His hands on your hips made you turn and face him in overwhelming bewilderment. 

"Rafe-"

"I  sure until now..." He explained, soft eyes darkened once again. Only this time with shameless lust. 

"I've caught you correcting your focus on me at dinner and I thought maybe you were just as bored as I was..." He scoffed. 

"Then a few months ago when my dad and I got into another...argument..." He clenched his teeth as you remembered the moment in question. The same one that was more than a few criss words. Ward's knuckles still wore the bruising from the anger he took out on his son. Perhaps deserved in the form of a scolding word, but never physical correction as he often exhibited as tough love. 

"You were quick to take my mind off of it. Dancing in that dress..." He scoffed, blowing back an exhale as she shook his head. 

"And now today. The boat-"

"Was a gift..." 

"Then why did you follow me out here? Because you wanted me to do this...to act on the electricity that's been there when you realized you married the wrong Cameron man..." He was now behind you, brushing your hair from your shoulder and neck, a smirk felt against your skin. 

"If you didn't want this...why did you jump at the chance to be alone with me?"

"I wanted to see your reaction to...to the boat..." He used his body to push you into the counter, his erection angry at your back. 

"And now you know...it's only fair I know yours..." 

"Rafe-"

"If you didn't want this...you shouldn't have followed me. You're smarter than that..." Before you could retaliate against your own body, your head was at a rest against his chest as his fingers climbed up your naked thigh in further ascension. 

"Does he make you come?"

"Rafe-"

"I'm not used to having to ask twice...Next time, it won't be so nicely..." 

"No..." You confessed. 

"But I bet you make him. Bet he just sees you naked and-"

"Stop..."

"The second you came aboard, you lost the chance to reject me. You've made it clear what you wanted. It's only fair I do the same." Two fingers ran circuits at your lower lips, prompting you to react against him. 

"Shit, you need this even more than I do."

"Please."

"What kind of guy would I be to not satisfy a wish on Christmas?" He teased, guiding you into a bend over the counter of the boat's kitchen counter. His hand came from your neck and to your skirt, fisting it to reveal the specific emerald lace beneath. 

"You wear these again and next time I'll use them to keep you quiet while I fuck you right outside his office. Maybe on his desk while he's taking an important call..."

"Rafe-" You gasped. 

"Too late to claim you don't want this. You're already drenched." He explained while keeping you at this angle before unlatching his own belt. The dress shirt he was guilted to wear, was unbuttoned but left on as the pants gathered at his ankles. 

"Rafe-"

"Merry Christmas, stepmother..." He smirked, his cock buried inside your sex as you gasped. What should have been guilt was silenced with necessity as you gripped the edges of the marble surface beneath you. 

"You got me a boat for Christmas and I'm going to make you come...Maybe christen every room? Isn't that what they do for boats-"

"That's houses..." You shot quickly, turning to face him. He took this as a chance to remind you of his dominance as he used his secondary hand to your jaw. 

"Oh, I plan on doing it in every room at home, too. Starting with yours. On the same bed you sleep next to him. That way maybe you can come when remembering how I made you...fisting those sheets...crying out for me...feeling me as deep as this..."

"Rafe!"

"Gotta teach you to be quiet...maybe you just need something in your mouth..." He set his thumb to your lips as you were quick to oblige. 

"Good girl." Your eye rolled to the praise as he smirked in having been made knowledgeable of this kink. 

"You feel better than any fucking gift." He pulled your skirt higher to take sight of the way your bare ass welcomed him. 

"But THIS...fuck...this is what I've thought about every night since I first laid eyes on you." He suddenly withdrew. 

"Get up on the counter. Palms flat. Look back at me." 

"Rafe-"

"You wanted to be alone with me. You wanted to make me feel better. So listen or you don't get to come." He smacked your exposed left cheek made you squeal. 

"Almost better than your moans." He took hold of the back of your neck. 

"Almost." 

You climbed over the marble, feeling his hands  greedily set to your exposed skin. 

"Since you're making me miss dinner." With a hand to your back, he kept you from bucking too high as his tongue made contact to your sex. Immediately, your body shivered with electrification from his unexpected yet necessary motions. 

"Look at me." He growled into your folds from behind. 

"Watch me make you come..." His eyes remained to you, drinking in the way you were coming undone so quickly, and loudly, for him. 

"Let me hear you, nobody else can...but I want to. I've earned it." He struck your right cheek, making you shiver, before returning to his oral fixation of your clit. 

"Rafe! I'm gonna come!"

"I know..." He smirked, the whites of your eyes made necessary as he now pulled his ringed finger to your sex. 

"Oh, you want it...don't you? Shit, you're fucking close...Fuck my finger...show me how badly you want it to be me-"

"Please, Rafe!"

"Show me!" He growled as you accelerated against his finger before he granted the fulfillment of two. 

"That's good...get real close for me..." You grunted and groaned as he took in every sensation of your body. The arching of your back. The unintelligible pleas. That final desperate pull of his hair made by your fingers. And just as that wave crest for you, he retreated. 

"On your back. No more fucking teasing." The veiled promise behind his words made you acquiesce as you were taken painfully against him. Although you were drenched and stretched, he was brutal. It was a swift adjustment, however, as he strengthened this by his grip made to the back of your neck and hair. 

"Look how fucking good it is...You're swallowing me whole...I'm so deep I could get you so pregnant-" 

"Rafe..."

"Don't worry. Not this time." He brushed his thumb over your clit with only a few swipes and you were prepared to unleash yourself to him. His name almost sacrilegious to the vows shattered to his every thrust. Yet either of you cared for anything but how he felt. 

Your hands were pinned above your head as your wedding ring chimed on the counter. It was just loud enough to break your focus from the passioned hips rooting into you as you felt him take your left hand to his mouth. With his teeth, he removed the silver band and diamond before throwing it to the floor. 

"When you're with me. You're with me. You think of me. You feel me. Otherwise you don't get to come.".

"You."

"Me." He validated as he bowed into you, the perspiration making his hair stick to his forehead was the same responsible for the cotton suctioned to his damp chest as you pulled him closer. 

"Please let me come, Rafe..."

"I'm done teasing. I'm making you mine. Right fucking now. Gonna be hard to claim otherwise when you're not gonna be able to sit or walk without feeling me..." He kissed you, a deeply passionate kiss that kept you from responding with anything but a moan. 

Ribbons of his release filled you in sporadic spurts as your tremors pulled him into the fringes of overstimulation. Only a moment or so until he has stilled your hips that still called for more. Even as you felt him still, deep and true, you wanted it again. An addict in need of another fix. 

You were lifted into a sitting position as he hovered over your legs for a moment. Your hands came to his cheeks as you brought him into you by the separation of his shirt. 

"We have to make an appearance at that dinner-"

"Or..." You teased his neck and ear. 

"You can tell me all the ways you've thought about me while you got yourself off...and I can make each one come true until New Year's..."

"And then after?"

"Then I tell you all the ways I have..." 

"I fucking love Christmas..."

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Territorial

TW: Smut. Language. Slightly Dom!Rafe. Slightly Dom!Reader. 

SUMMARY: You make it quite clear who Rafe belongs to…

WORD COUNT: 2200

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Anonymous asked:

Jealous!reader where Sarah has a bunch of friends over and they’re all drooling over Rafe so reader (his girlfriend) takes him upstairs and leaves marks all over him and moans extra loud and when they go back downstairs she’s all smiles and Sarah’s friends can’t stop blushing

Territorial

The second the comment was made, his eyes lifted to you as if to ask for permission to respond. Yet, he wouldn't have to flex a brow or raise the edge of his mouth as you were wearing enough of an expression for you both. If looks could kill, you would have been suspected of second degree murder with a motive of being a crime of passion.  Someone you once claimed to be a friend was a shameless and notorious flirt, harmless traces of her fingers to Rafe's arm seen as an instigation for war. To prove what was yours. To mark your territory. 

Rafe tensed as your arms ran down his shoulders from behind. His breath rose in relief to the scent of your perfume reaching him as he turned to kiss you, causing the lounge chair to sound beneath him. With your eyes shifting to the girl dull enough to think she could ever care for Rafe as you could, you led your lips to his cheek. At the same moment, his hands collected yours softly. 

"You look so lonely over here all by yourself..." You explained with a whine as he shifted over the fabric to the sound of that near whimper. The same one that made him understand he has offered himself as a job well done when you'd tremble beneath him. It was the reason his eyes came to a close, abandoning the pointless conversation ceased with your touch. 

"You look so good...makes me want to get on my knees for you right here.." He gripped your hand, a momentary smirk fading for the contentment of his arousal. 

"You know I love crying for you, Rafe...I love the reason why, too...Making you feel good makes me want to come..." 

His grip was now wrapped entirely around your wrist, knuckles white from keeping from acting on what you clearly intended to have develop. 

"I want you inside me Rafe...You can have me however you want...I just want you to make me scream-" His patience was shattered by your teasing as he tore you shamelessly through the crowd as the man on the mission he was. But before he could even manage a single step in ascension to the stairs leading to his room, you stopped him. 

"Sorry sweetheart...You don't get to change your mind after making it very clear to me that I didn't take care of you well enough last night." You squealed as he pulled you over his shoulder. A smack to your ass leading you to wear a grin of pride, leaving behind the dismay of a 'friend' whose title was now whittled down to the cinders and smoke of 'rival'. 

The door to his bedroom came closed by his heel forcing it to slam shut. Your body was led to the bed but infiltrated with a harsh grip to your hips. 

"If you want me to make you come screaming, you're gonna need to take your clothes off..." You sweetened the sultry heat of the moment with a hand firmly set at his chest. The acceleration of his heart would be felt as a jackhammer to your touch as you teased his lips. 

"I want you to tear it off of me-" In the attempt to do this, Rafe was left clasping for mid air as you sauntered to the bed. Legs crossed as your hands supported your position at the end of the bed. 

"But first...I want you to kiss me." He lowered his gaze, looking through his brows, before rushing to appease you. But once again, you stopped him. 

"Here..." You explained with a soft hand to his cheek, guiding his gaze to the legs now uncrossed for him. 

"You better be as wet as you said...I'm thirsty-" You giggled before feeling a single kiss to your lips hold enough power to knock you flat. But your desire to feel him lower kept you upright. Yet as he attempted to withdraw, you pulled him back. 

"Baby-"

"Just a little more...before you're stained with me." He pounced, weighing you down with himself before pressing your interlaced fingers into the mattress. 

"I want every inch to be stained...Starting with..." His fingers already began at your sex, thin panties set as an easily adjustable obstacle before he made contact. 

"And how long have you been ruining your panties for me?" 

"Long enough." He scoffed, his finger led to your opening, a cold ring contrasting his finger. 

"Oh, I still don't think that's enough, baby..." A second finger stretched you to more of a fulfilment you understood with his anatomy as your mouth pulled slack. 

"Not yet." 

"But it feels-" 

"Not. Yet." He ordered as you clenched around him to try to keep your release at bay. But this only sent him to spread his fingers from within, bringing them back to that sacred g-spot that left your knees to tremor. 

"You know the deal about wet panties..." He breathed over you, speaking behind a smirk. "I get to keep the ones you ruin..." He chuckled to himself. 

"Which is why my eager girl always needs new ones..." He teasingly berated. 

"Maybe you should stop wearing them altogether..."

"Everyone would see me dripping..." 

"You think they don't know? Like they can't see the scratches on my chest or the bruises on your ass when you wear my favorite bikini?" He scoffed. "And YOU were the one who wanted to scream...and we both know it doesn't take much for you-" 

"Ahhh....mmmm...Rafe...please..." 

"So I'm going to make this last. Can't have them thinking I'm done with you just yet...Not when I'm just getting started..." His fingers retreated as he stood at the edge of the bed. A single force carried you to the ledge as His fingers came to his pants. Your eyes stationed at the button left undone as he diverted the immediate exposure to that of his shirt, now shirtless before you. 

"You want to scream for me?" He asked bowing over you once more. Only now, taking hold of your hair and lifting you onto your elbows. 

"Show me what I have to look forward to then...But don't come-" 

"I can't, Rafe, I'm too close-"

"If you come, I'll leave your ass tied to this bed and go back to my party...maybe leave behind something that vibrates as you can't do anything but come over and over and over again...getting what you want ..making you happy..because I do that for my girl, don't I? Make you happy-"

"You make me come, Rafe, so please..."

"Not yet." You groaned as he lowered between your legs, but only until your eyes closed to his breath at your clothed sex. 

"You said you were hungry..." Your eyes narrowed for only a moment in confusion before you were taken to the edge of the bed by a force of your ankles. Fingers softly at your cheek would slip into your hair and into a grip before you involuntarily kissed his toned stomach. 

"Said you wanted to choke on me...Maybe it will give you a chance to cool off..." He smirked. 

"Make me just as wet as you are, baby." His eyes came to that infamous slow roll as you obliged. But not even a second pump to your throat and he was moaning your name in a curse. 

"You’re acting like I don't feed you, fuck!"

"You taste so good...." You moaned as he growled, your lips teasing only his head with a gentle kiss as he tore at your dress. Tearing the fabric low enough to reveal you to him, both breasts at attention from the lack of a bra, he took one to his grasp. 

"Jesus...no bra...you were already half ready..." 

"I'm always halfway there..."

"That right?" You nodded. 

"Then you don't get anything else. Can't have you coming without me-"

"Rafe-"

"Don't whine or I'll think you're already coming.  You save that for me..." You scowled. 

"You know I'm good for it. Stop looking at me like that and finish what you started..." He guided the back of his knuckles to your cheek in a teasing graze before you resumed. 

With each suction made around him, you wondered how long it would take for him to take possession of you once again. But just as you were motivated to bring him in the need to lose control, he was more steadfast to hold on to it. That being said, he still heaved over you with your name spoken between those quick and desperate breaths. The grip made within your hair was sporadic in an exertion of his strength until you wrapped your nails until his lower thigh. This allowed the stability needed to take him further. No pesky hand wrapped at his base to keep you from taking him fully. 

"Fuck!" He grunted, having lost the battle as he fucked himself into your throat. 

"Might have to come twice-" 

You smirked to his desperation before the smirk felt around him had reminded him of this game. For that, you were taken to your feet for only a moment. He set you to stand between his legs, forcing the rest of your dress to the floor, before tearing your panties down to follow. 

"Choking on me make you THAT wet?" You shook your head back and forth. 

"Thinking what you're gonna do after makes me..." He scoffed. 

"You won't have to think about it anymore. Come here." He pulled you over him into a straddle, setting a condom between his teeth before you took hold of the package. 

"I want to feel all of you, Rafe-" Being on the pill made him agreeable to act on the remaining risk. It had been quite some time since you'd felt him this way and yet you craved it. 

His bare cock slipped into you effortlessly with the help of gravity. Your body stiffening to the familiar stretch still foreign to your tight walls. Even if he was a frequent tourist between his favorite vacation destination between your thighs, you could never find it fully peaceful with those initial thrusts. All because of how endowed and skilled he had been. The scoff of pride validating that he knew this, as well, basking in that moment of pain before the rush of pleasure. 

"This is the part you can scream for me now...Let her hear how good I make it for you..." You blushed. "Yeah baby, I know...I know you want her to hear you...so let her..." He took a hold to the back of your neck. 

"No faking either. I want everything to be genuine. Believe me, I'll know the difference." Your eyes rolled as he guided you to and from his shaft, returning and rising you in perfectly synchronized motions. He filled you in the same way he neglected you, replacing that absence by then setting himself to bottom out within you. 

"So fucking tight...So good for me...Wanting to come so hard...but not yet, baby..." 

"RAFE! PLEASE!" 

"I know baby...not yet..."

"I’m gonna-" he clenched his teeth, turning you onto your back. You were only stationary for a moment before he pulled your calf to rest at his shoulder as he curved over you. 

"With me or not at all. You know how this goes."

"Then make me come, Rafe! Please!"

"Since you asked so loudly...." He winked, pounding into you. If the way your belting his name in pleading repetition did not inform her of your throughout plowing, then the battering of the headboard of the wall or his own cursed would vindicate your secure relationship. 

"That's it baby, let her hear you...let everyone hear how much you love me fucking you-"

"Fuck. Me.". You grunted, drunk on the high teasing its approach. His thrusts, too deep. His speed, too perfect. His voice, too titillating. 

"Rafe!" That whimper sounded as the trophy he fought to achieve. That final sound of pleasure that remained and an echo and accompaniment to his own release as he shook over you. 

"Maybe next time I'll make you get on your knees for me so she can see why I'll only ever look at you..."

"All you have to do is ask..." You kissed him sweetly. 

"Do you really worry about her?" He asked, dominance fading to concern as he helped set your zipper back in ascension. 

"No." 

"Must be nice." Your brows furrowed. 

"What?" 

"Every guy at that party was looking at you like you were a piece of fucking meat...Sorry baby..." He set a plan to your cheek. "I guess you weren't the only one trying to prove a point..."

"Which was?"

"You're mine. End of fucking story."

You nodded. "Let's make sure they got the message?" He nodded, leading you down the steps as Sarah was looking at you both with humored embarrassment. But her face was not the one you cared to note. That came in the sight of your friend. The very friend who had gotten the message loud and clear. A single kiss to Rafe's lips validating this to those he was insecure in front of, silencing his demons once again. 

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Protective, Proactive

TW: Smut. Language. Bitchy Kook Reader. Choking kink. Spit kink. 

SUMMARY: Rafe shows his approval for your rejection of a specific pogue…

WORD COUNT: 2900

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How about a smut request where Rafe sees JJ flirting with Kook!Reader, but the reader is all about Rafe and turns JJ down, but he won’t give up and then Rafe eventually has to step in and is all protective 🤭 you know I’m a whore for some protective!Rafe hehe

PROTECTIVE, PROACTIVE

Some people just don't know when to stop. 

This was the thought that Rafe had as he watched the oblivious and desperate Maybank shoot his shot with you. In the belief his dimples and overused one-liners would be enough to sway your focus, your boyfriend's eyes only sharpened. But not because you had entertained JJ for even a moment, but because he was relentless. You had begun your objections kindly, him having misinterpreted your acceptance of a drink as having been one for an illicit invitation as well. It was this that kept him veiling vulgar comments as jokes of how you appeared in your chosen ensemble showing off your curves. It was a detail Rafe knew well. Those curves. Your curves. Not an inch of your body left untouched by him. 

Such thoughts being the only thing to keep him from charging across the scene and against the pogue who he already had reason to loathe as a birthright. But your initial kind rejections were ignored or overlooked as he became more brazen. Fingers in an excuse to touch you as he made an excuse to be near you, all while you flashed a look of validation to Rafe. 

It left you both in consideration to moments before the party had begun…

"Can't we just stay here?" Rafe groaned on the edge of his bed as you hesitated before the mirror to finalize your appearance. A Kook through and through, you were trained to know your presentation was the billboard of your family name and legacy. One wrong word or glance and you would be responsible for rumors being conceptualized for the sake of entertainment. But they held enough damage throughout the entirety of the Outer Banks. Which was why you ensured the lines of your makeup were precise and your hair was effortlessly soft yet styled, before you made your way to your impatient boyfriend. 

Every single second spent perfecting your appearance having been done in vain for two reasons. The first having been because he always saw you as beautiful. And the second for the way he planned to be the reason for ruin behind your makeup and tousled hair. The imagery of your locks pulled into a makeshift ponytail through a white knuckled grip made his jaw clench as you stood between his legs.

"It's your party Rafe.. "

"It's Sarah's party. Which means all those fucking pogues are going to be here too…" You set your hands on his cheeks, either side met with a soft but firm means to summon his focus to you. 

"Then just focus on me, baby…" You kissed him sweetly, more a peck than a buss he expected. For that, he pulled you back into him. 

"Rafe-"

"If you want me to focus on you, I'm going to have a fucking hard-on all night. So you're going to give me a little something until you can take care of me properly, yeah?" You didn't fight the way he pulled you over his lap into that familiar straddle. Fingers slow to climb your naked thighs and below your dress as he rounded your ass and panties set over his fingertips. A snap of the fabric made you gasp. 

"If it was up to me, you'd never wear panties ever again…"

"Rafe-"

He lifted you with a strong grip setting you just high enough to descend into his fingers. The thick digit slow as your face pulled apart in a slacked expression of pleasure. 

"Don't worry, I'll still let you. Don't want everyone knowing how beautiful you look dripping for me…" He set a second finger beside the first, the cold ring set just beyond his knuckle now a barrier to his slow penetrations. 

"And there's no way in hell they get to see how fucking sexy you look when you come. All those dirty little things you call me…all those positions you let me put you in…" He smirked at the memories flooding him at once. Not a position or angle he didn't make pleasurable somewhere, somehow. 

"I thought…I was supposed to…give you a little…something…" You strained to speak as he basked in how quickly he had an effect over you. You were willing to ride him to an orgasm this way. Synonymous to his greed this way. 

"Believe me, baby…this IS giving me a little something-"

"Definitely not little…" You moaned, the thought of his cock offering you pleasure having been enough to make you tremble in the companionship of his quickening fingers. 

"You don't have to flatter me baby…I know how much you love riding me…can't get enough…can you?" You shook your head. 

"And I love giving my baby what she wants…so tell me…what do you want?"

"You!" You groaned, pleasure approaching quickly. The wave cresting your shore rapidly as he withdrew. 

"If I let you come now, will you still take me with the enthusiasm as if I make you wait?"

"I promise! Rafe-"

"Save your begging for tonight baby…You'll need it…"

He continued to guide you over him. The way your inner walls consumed his fingers had been reason enough for him to continue. The way he knew the exact speed and precise depth was nearly an art he took to heart, all for the face you made now. But he wanted to relish in every detail of your orgasmic release. The perfect construction of need and relinquishment ij your wide eyes heavy with silent beckoning. The parting of your lips incapable of taking a steady breath and muttering his name alongside pleas he simply ignored. And finally, the tightness of your body loosening when knowing he planned to grant that release. 

But not quite yet. 

"Rafe-" 

"Give me something to picture while I pretend to give a shit about anything but how you're going to repay me…" 

"RAFE!" His expression illuminated with approval at how deep you had dove into despair. If he hadn't held you against him with that steady arm, you'd have been thrashing mercilessly in the ride made from his fingers. His hand came across your cheek for stabilization. A soft kiss turning sultry with the tourism of his tongue in a mission to endorse your own to glide against his. Once you had, he deepened the kiss further. 

"That's it, baby, let me take care of you…" He was tender to you, focusing on only your pleasure as you shook over his lap. 

"I want you-" 

"And you'll have me. All of me. Until you cry for me like you always do so perfectly…so sweetly.. ' He clenched his jaw. "but I can wait. I know it'll be well worth it…" He explained once you came down from your tremors, eyes sparking with mischief as your mind came to wonder just how could reward him with yet another toe curling orgasm. 

He had come to regret these words now as he ached at the memory as well as his JJ believed he would have you in that way as well. Even as your eyes remained to him, JJ seemed careless or ignorant to this. It was clear your interest remained solely to your boyfriend as you were devoted and loyal as he had been to you. And even if he knew you could handle yourself, Rafe wanted to remind you all you needed was him. Just as all he'd ever needed was you. 

"Aren't you tired of being rejected, JJ?" He couldn't help but insult as you set your palms to his chest to keep Rafe at bay. He didn't need a reason to make a fist against JJ, but you wouldn't even have to ask. The fact you were uncomfortable has been reason enough. 

"Just showing her the better option-"

"Really, Rafe, it's fine…"

"For sure…" JJ winked as Rafe chucked his jaw to the side. 

"You can look all you want Maybank, but you won't ever get to lay a finger on her."

"I don't need to to make her scream for me." Your eyes rolled at the graphic detail as you turned to face JJ. You were able to keep most of your comments against the pogues in reserve. But this specific annoyance had played on your last nerve. 

"The only sound you will ever make me make is a groan of annoyance. I doubt you could make me moan, let alone come…besides," You pressed yourself into Rafe's side, a hand proudly in possession in a flat palm over his heart. 

"I have more than enough. And I do mean more than…" Rafe beamed. 

"How would you even know if you don't give me a chance, sweetheart?" You chuckled, taking a step closer to him, all while Rafe watched on in pride. 

"The way you kept pushing up on me left little to be desired JJ…VERY little." He blushed. Even if it hadn't been true, he was still smaller than Rafe. And it was enough to finally wear down his continual tries. 

But only for a moment. 

"Bitch…" This single word was enough to send Rafe turning back in his direction.  You were quick to pull at Rafe's bicep before he could rage against JJ. You didn't want to have to clean up his knuckles or make excuses for his hotheaded behavior. Instead, you wanted to act on just how aroused his possessive protectiveness made you. Just as it has always done. 

"I know you don't like it when I-" You silenced Rafe with a kiss while leading him through the steps of Tannyhill and towards his bedroom. You made only a few steps of an incline before being ascended around him. 

"You like when I defend you?" You nodded. 

"You don't have to…"

"I know this pussy belongs to me, baby…" He explained while tossing you to the end of the bed and leading you to it's edge. 

"It cries so pretty for me. Almost as pretty as you do…" His eyes set to you as he pulled either of your legs over his shoulders. 

"Almost." His tongue was making stripes of a slow savor. He managed to make your eyes flutter closed at the immediate devouring made at your sex. He managed to savor you with care while making a mess with pride. He favored you this way for him. Eager. Vulnerable. Desperate. But quivering. And he knew just how long it took to make you that way. Twelve rushed whisps over your clit, twenty one thrusts, only because he took his time in teasing, and eight penetrations of his fingers if they were bent. He could make you come quickly but efficiently. But this was when he wasn't making a point. He wanted to enjoy you in every context. Every motion. 

"Rafe, please, I'm gonna come!"

"Mmmhmm…" His eyes narrowed over your stomach as it rose and fell in sporadic spasms to your release. As he lifted from you, licking you from his fingers, you brought him closer to you. He hovered over you, leading you to sit upright once again by only a hand wrapped around your throat. Yet this was only done as a means of guidance as you both favored the dominance made of such an exercise. 

"Open." You obliged, well aware this has been an instruction to quell a mutual kink. 

"Swallow." You obeyed, his eyes blown wide with approval yet low with lust. The hand around your throat wrapped in your hair, pulling it into a grip you both knew well. 

"You always listen so well for me-"

"I want to please you…to make you happy." 

"You really do, don't you?" You nodded. "Telling off JJ-"

"I only want you, Rafe." He nodded, allowing you the close of distance before taking his lips to a tease across your own. 

"And I want you to taste yourself." You moved to kiss him, but he pulled you back by your hair. 

"From earlier." He motioned to the bulge made against his shorts. 

"I already know how sweet you are. Sweeter that you're mine…and even more that you know it…" You nodded. "But I want you to know what I find so damn addictive-"

"I want to make you come-" You whined. 

"You know how I feel about your whining…But fuck, you make everything sound so good…shit��" He groaned. "Just a minute on your knees for me…just to taste ..and then you're gonna ride me baby….just like I know he thought about." He scoffed. "like he'll never get because…"

"Because I'm yours " He beamed with pride. 

"And now he knows it. I know it. But show me you understand." You nodded as you opened your throat to him. The natural rejection of your body was ignored as you breathed deeply, taking him proudly as he growled for your motions. 

"You're so fucking proud to be mine, aren't you? Crying over me ..choking for me…fuck baby ..I want you in every way…" 

You nodded as he pulled you upwards but onto your feet. Kissing away a tear on either cheek, he wrapped his hand back to your neck and set you to the wall beside the door. 

"Take it." He instructed as you rounded a grip at his shaft. As you began in slow motions, be battered into your sex with two fingers. 

"You have ten seconds to squirt for me baby. I am going to make you come every way he thought he could. All the ways you'll never let him because-"

"I'm yours-"

"Tell him!"

"I'm Rafe Cameron's!"

"And who is gonna make you squirt? Hmm? Baby I know it feels good but you gotta tell him…or I'll have no choice but to drag you down those steps and fuck you in front of him " You clenched around his fingers as he withdrew. Suddenly those digits were replaced by his cock as he lifted you down onto him. 

"Oh, you want him to see us, don't you?" You nodded. 

"Maybe next time, baby. But you've been so fucking good all damn night, so this is all for me. And I'm taking all of you."

"Please…" You whimpered as he pounded into you. 

"I want to be sweet for you…take care of my girl…" His kind grip altered to a painful pull of necessity. 

"But I also want to fuck you all night. Every position. Every angle. Until you're too raw. Too sore. I want to make you hurt wrong in all the right places….let you rest in my arms and then do it again…" You swallowed hard at the thought, well aware he meant every word he intended to execute. 

"I'm yours to fuck however you want, Rafe…" You explained as he smirked, setting your soles flat to the floor. 

"Then turn around. I'm going to ruin you baby, for anyone else who even tries…" You obeyed, hands flat against the wall as he penetrated you once again. But before he paced, you faced him. 

"There will never be anyone else."

"Fucking right baby." You were thrust against the wall in continued patterns of lust and desire. His body, a vessel of his passion for you, as sweat accumulated quickly between you. There would not be a moment in which your skin did not writhe to him, even as he pulled you from one position to another. His body remained against yours as closely as possible as he built you to one high after another. Even as your fatigue was evident between you, he continued slower, only to build to that murderous pace once again. All while denying himself a release in repetition, to see you come. But eventually, it became too much. After hours of thrusting this way. He needed that release he'd more than earned. The same one you pleased and gave permission for. Not that he needed it. 

"Come here…" He groaned, a final grip around your neck as he pinned you beneath him after the straddle made from your latest orgasm. 

"More…please…"

"How much more can you take, baby?" 

"All of you." You reminded him of his own words. 

"You want all of me? Every broken part? Not just what my cock's doing for you baby?"

You nodded. 

"I love you, Rafe…" Your nails embedded into his flexed arms as his own grip sharpened into the sheets beneath you. The same sheets soaked in sweat and your cum as he has yet to find that release. 

"Come for me. Please."

"If I do it means we're done for tonight…but," His eyes rose to the clock set beside the bed. "That means 12:01 and you're fair game."

"A game you've already won."

"Then give me my prize." He grunted into your shoulder, your body adorned by him in contrast to his cruel and selfish thrusts. Even if he was animalistic in this endeavor,he reminded you of his care and compassion with the way he seduced your areolas and either nipples. Lips and teeth vibrating with a tongue rubbing over them in a smirked approval as you felt him build to his own high. 

"Take it. I'm yours." You managed through your exhaustion and pain if overstimulation as he nodded. 

"Always."

"And forever."

"And a day." He added as you bobbed your head in agreement. The rush of his release would spill in spurts inside of you as you groaned. Your body ached and sfunf in every motion as he pulled you into him. 

"Get some sleep baby…I'm going to take good care of you in the morning…but I'm not done with you. I'll never be ." 

"Good."

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[thecameronchronicles]

White Christmas

TW: Use of cocaine (Rafe). Mentions of drugs and alcohol. Smut. Language. Degrading language.

SUMMARY: You decide to fulfill a Christmas wish for Rafe by letting him do coke off of your body for the holidays. 

WORD COUNT: 1600

*ORIGINAL CONCEPT*

White Christmas

You would deal with your morals tomorrow. For now, all you wanted to do was gift your boyfriend with the one thing he had wanted since you had begun dating. The one thing that you had managed to skate by without appeasing by making up for it in the expertise of how you took him on your knees or wrapped around him in a straddle. But now, you would give him a Christmas wish that may appear to him as more of a Christmas miracle. With a gentle glide of your fingers down his torso to feel for the toned chest beneath your touch, you teased his buttons, as he led you into his bedroom with another passionate kiss that mimicked its predecessors as you made the journey from the dying party to that of his door’s threshold. 

“Rafe…There’s something I wanted to give you…”

“Then why are you still dressed?” He teased, moving to kiss you, as you would retract and find him looking at you with narrowed eyes of both confusion and worry. 

“It’s my gift to you-”

“YOU are enough, but you are horribly overdressed-” He tried for you again, sourcing for your zipper, as you would instead push him to the edge of his bed with a wide smirk. Between your breast came a small bag he had recognized to have been in his possession enough times to spot it in any condition. Drunk. High. He knew a dime bag when he saw one. What he couldn’t comprehend was why his goodie-two-shoes of a girlfriend had been harboring it between her perfectly polished fingers. 

“Is that-”

“I want you to do lines off of me.” He scoffed. 

“What is it? Powdered sugar? Baking soda?”

“I went to Barry yesterday. Paid double…but-”

“Baby, are you fucking with me right now?” You pulled open the bag, sucking on your finger for a second before allowing a portion of the powder to cake on the pad of your touch, teasing his bottom lip apart as his tongue came to collect that familiar taste. 

“Shit…”

“What else am I supposed to get the guy who has everything?” He scoffed. 

“Dress off. Ass up on the bed. Keep your underwear on-bra too…” You obliged, doing so in slow succession as his eyes took in the sight of you undressing for him. That damn emerald dress that had been teasing him all night was now finally disheveled for his approval, his eyes widening with lust as he watched you climb on the edge of the bed, hips level with his own, as his hands came to your waist. 

“You’re so fucking perfect…” He uttered, hands running down your legs and teasing between your thighs. 

“Back to me…” You felt him guide you against his chest as he would pull the strap of your bra until it fell effortlessly to your elbow, the edge of the bag producing a hairline of the product you’d purchased from Barry, his tongue collecting it in seconds.

“I can’t decide if I want to get high or fuck you first…”

“Both…” You spoke while turning your head to face him. It was enough to prompt him to need your taste. His tongue was quick to rush against yours in a joint kiss, fingers running through your hair, before he pulled you away by the back of your neck. 

“I wish you knew how this feels…”

“Show me…” He looked at the bag between his fingers as you shook your head, “YOU show me.” You validated as he nodded, fingers exploring between your breasts and to your clit as he would pleasure you until your hand came to a wrap around his wrist to signal a close release. 

“On your back. Bra off.” You obliged, looking back up at him as he would set the bag to the side for a moment to adore your breasts. Each one taken into one of his large hands before his mouth would take turns between the warm mounds. Kneading the nipples with his pinch before ultimately biting them into abandon, he kissed down your stomach and to your thigh before lifting himself between those trembling legs. 

“Already this wet for me baby? So desperate?”

“Always.” You answered as he scoffed with approval but disbelief for how eager and shameless you had been for him. Truly unabashed to keep with the spirit of giving your gift wholeheartedly and he relished in every single second of it. 

“Here…” He took the corner of the bag and set it in the crease to where your hip met your thigh, one of the most sensitive parts of your body that still wore marks from his recent visitations, before he drew it along the lines of your panties. With only a single look, almost of warning, he drew his nose behind the trail of white powder, taking it one slow inhale, before rising to relieve the expected deep breath. With a pinch to his nose, he shook off the initial burn, before licking his lips to you. 

“I have a very limited time before all those dirty little things I’ve wanted to do to you all night no longer have inhibitions to keep me from acting on them. So tell me what you want-”

“I want you to fuck me when you’re high, Rafe…”

“Well then…since I have a few minutes to kill.” He moved between your legs, tongue making long stripes between those lower lips as your body immediately catered against his cheeks. His fingers pulled them wide once again, before you became lost for any sense of time or consequence. But just before that rush would be met and that band in your stomach would feel that familiar pressure and eventual snap, he would withdraw. 

“More.” he spoke to himself. “One more for me…” He continued to mutter, taking one final part of the bag to your nipples, a small mountain left on each natural apex, as he set the bag at the bedside table. 

“Be quiet so I can enjoy my high and I’ll fuck you ‘till you scream for me, yeah?” You nodded as you bit your bottom lip as his tongue came over your nipple, your body needing his closer to yours to this sensation, your finger searching for him as he moved to the other breast. 

“Stop moaning like that. I need to finish.”

“I can’t help it, baby…it feels so good…”

“Fuck it…” He turned you over, some of the powder becoming lost in the spin as you were taken onto your knees once more. 

“Gonna have to make up for the lost product later, baby…For now…I need to fuck my perfect little slut, always so needy for me, aren’t you?” He asked with a hand around your neck, tightening with each breath you made.

“Yes, Rafe!” You breathed with relief as you heard him undress behind you, cloth and the buckle of his belt echoing over your shoulder to validate this, before he was behind you in preparation. 

“Turn around. I want to watch you cry for me a bit first. On your knees, come on.” He spoke hurriedly, his eyes glossed over from the high, taking its effect as he was almost careless to you while also existing as the more erratic version of himself that emerged with his ivory mistress. 

You bent over his lap, taking him into your mouth as he would grab a hold of your hair. 

“Best fucking Christmas.” He groaned as you focused on his tip, his hand lowering to the back of your neck to guide you deeper. 

“My good girl doesn’t want to be a whore for me anymore? Hmm? Don’t want to cry for me?” He spoke this rhetorical tease as he had no intention of releasing you to speak. Instead, your nails only fed into his naked thighs beneath you while you took him as he preferred. Fast. Hard. Tears streaking your cheeks and drool dripping down to his skin. 

“THAT’S my good girl, making a mess over herself for me. Now get the fuck over here…and ride me baby…Let me get YOU high now…” He explained as you were eager to straddle him, his body carless to toss you without a second thought as you were forced to take his cock until he bottomed out, your hair pulled until he could graze his teeth to your neck, all while you called out for him. 

“FUCK!”

“That’s right baby…let everyone at that party downstairs know that Rafe Cameron’s girl is THIS fucking good on my cock. Let them know you’re such a little whore for it, aren’t you baby?”

“YES! YES I AM!” You spoke proudly, his thrust activating some promiscuous alter ego you had been unaware of prior to being with him. It often acted as your own high. He was your drug of choice. Chaotic, dangerous, lethal, and something that was more detrimental to your existence than a benefit. And yet, when it beckoned it to you, you didn’t just go to it, you ran and allowed it to consume you completely. 

“Come for me…coat my cock, baby…Come on…Come the fuck on…” He ordered as you basked in his aggression as his fingers were still careful to possess you, even if his motions were brutal as he rooted and drove himself deeper and further into you in each increase to your release. Your body forced to shiver by that release that spread through each nerve of your body, a light numbness left behind by each kiss from the residual drug left from his grazed lips, as he would reach his own before holding you in place. 

“Merry Christmas, Rafe…” You spoke breathlessly as he pulled you into him. 

“Merry fucking Christmas, baby…” 

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[thecameronchronicles]

Favors

TW: Smut. Language. Oral sex (female receiving). Mentions of drugs and drug use 

Kook!Reader.

SUMMARY: Rafe uses his talented tongue to convince you to go to The Cut to get his drugs. 

WORD COUNT: 1200

REQUESTED

Rafe sending girlfriend!reader to buy drugs from Barry for him because he gives her a pretty girl discount but she kind of hates doing that so Rafes has to convince her to do it and he usually does that with his tongue 

Favors

"What's this?" You asked as your eyes met with the rolled bills set between Rafe's pinched fingers. Those same fingers that forced you to the habitual bite of your lower lip to what they could offer, had been rivaled by your annoyance to his motions. 

"I need more coke." He explained as if this had been some harmless request to simply venture to the corner store. But the reason for your hesitancy wasn't even the beckoning of his illegal vice, but that of him asking you to do it for him to begin with. 

"And you can't do it because…?" You inquired with frustrated agitation. 

"Because I don't have your ass…" You smirked at his vulgar compliment before angling yourself to view his backside. 

"I don't know…I think if you wear some tighter shorts, you could get the same discount I do." You picked at the edges of the manicure he paid for earlier that week as he set a hand to your cheek. 

You pulled your eyes in the preparation to roll in rejection to the soft methods he would try and win your submission. A sudden gasp of surprise set you to focus on him completely as he took an abrupt hold of your hair. He positioned you to face him, lips close enough to taste the mint from an earlier brush as your eyes fought in commitment between his new smirk and blue hues faded with lust. 

"I give you everything, don't I baby? My attention…that necklace…my patience." You scoffed. 

"I don't think you know what those words mean, Rafe…"

"I'm not patient?" He forced you to your feet, leading you to the direction of the bed with your calves at a rest to the disheveled sheets from a slothful owner. 

"So I don't let you take your time on your knees for me? When you take me all the way to the back of your throat," The backs of his fingers traced your neck as he continued, "Crying and choking for me…because you just can't get enough of how I feel inside of you?" 

"I-"

"And I'm not selfless when I'm on my knees for you? Letting you drown me because you're so fucking desperate?" He clenched his teeth, tightening his grip through your hair as his second fell to your sex. Your fingers were quick to wrap around his hand. 

"If I make you come selflessly while I exercise my patience…then you're going to take your pretty little ass to The Cut and get me my discount…" His eyes darkened further as he thought of his alternative. 

"Otherwise, you're going to be…compensation for my lack of a high. A bag's worth…" He cocked his jaw. "I'd say that would mean until morning at least-"

"Rafe…"

"It's more than a fair deal…But either way…you are gonna come for me. How, is up to you…" You considered the options before offering a single nod. This sole bob of your head offered enough consent to push you to the bed. 

"Then keep those pretty lips closed…" He pulled your thighs further apart, his fingers descending your naked skin as he took hold of your panties and carried them to your ankles. 

"But these legs…wide…" He removed his shirt, allowing you a moment to adore his physique that had been the result of peer pressure and pride , before dropping to his knees. A leg set high over each shoulder would subject your eyes to fixate on him as he licked his lips. 

"You know I'd eat you out for free, baby, yeah?" You weren't able to speak as he silenced you with a teasing strip made from his tongue. 

"Because I fucking love how desperate you are to come…whining and shit…willing to go to The Cut as long as I get you off…" He lowered completely to your sex. 

"And I will. Just like I always do." He explained as he committed to your clit. Wrapped at the tip of his tongue was your bundle of nerves, teased and sucked in a slow climb of accelerated ambition. 

"RAFE!" You belted as he lunged that vulgar tongue into you, mimicking what was to come, but not allowing you the benefit of him. 

"You taste so…desperate…" He grinned, rising from you to showcase the trophy on a drip down his chin as you rolled your eyes once he reconnected to your sex. 

"Mmm…" He moaned to the mindless rise of your hips, a natural reaction to his oral skillet, all while you were left to endure him. In the attempts made to do this very thing by the closing of your thighs against his cheeks, you were rejected as his fingers ate into your skin and forced you apart. 

"Wider." He growled as your legs shook. You need to be closed as tightly as possible to keep that immediate rush at bay. But he wanted you to spill over quickly. It no longer mattered what he would get out of it. His desire was to make you beg, squirm, and come harder than before. All for those words of cruelty made against his character. 

"Wider!" He spoke as more of a comment than a direction as he forced your legs flat. An uncomfortable stretch was quickly quelled by his tongue, all sensation kept at your core. 

"Rafe! It's too much!" He scoffed in a pitied roll of his eyes. A slow roll that made you want to view such a response between your thighs as you suffocated him with your sex on his back. 

"Fuck me! Fuck me right now!"

"I don't think so baby…that would be selfish of me…impatient…this is all…about ..you…" He spoke in breaks made of his oral pleasure as you were forced to experience his merciless motivations. 

 He groaned into you after you'd fought him long enough to break weak. One more slip of his tongue and you would be taken over that edge and allowed that release. But instead of granting that, 

he retracted. 

"What the hell, Rafe!" You whined. 

"Now who is impatient?" He teased as you were led to your knees. He savored you this way as well, building you back to that crest as you were finally allowed that release. Slowly but surely you felt those familiar waves pulling you to moan into screeches left by his tongue. Fisted fingers in the sheets beneath would be eased before a set of fingers replaced that now overstimulated sex. 

"Now since I've done my part….I'm expecting you to do yours…Only after…" He thrusted a few times into a bend to your g-slot as you began a rhythm once again. Only to retract. 

"Hurry back or I'll show you just how impatient and selfish I can really be…" He explained as a slap to your ass sent you collecting your clothes before he snatched your panties from your hands. 

"RAFE!"

"Let him know you've already been taken care of. He has a thing for you, and I want him to know all he gets to do is look-" 

"I don't know…he does give quite a deal-"

"You give him anything but my cash and-" He was suddenly angry. 

"Relax. Nobody feels like you do." He nodded. 

"And nobody will hurt you like I can either. In all the right ways…" he ghosted your lips before sending you on your way. And yet you could tell if you were more eager to remain apart to know what you would return to, or to return prompt as a reward. That was a dilemma in dating Rafe Cameron. His rewards were just as beneficial to you as his punishments…

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[thecameronchronicles]

Unexpected

TW: Angst. Hints of domestic abuse. Fluffy Rafe. Protective Rafe. Mentions of pregnancy.

SUMMARY: Rafe defends you against his father and reminds you why this new life with him is worth it all. 

WORD COUNT: 2200

REQUESTED

Hi! I have a request for when you come back! I hope it isn’t too similar to anything you’ve written before. This is kind of long so if you write this please take out/change anything you want! So you are a pogue and are dating rafe (not canon rafe) and ward is still kind of ehh about you (meanwhile rose, sarah, and wheezie love you) and your parents are still ehh about rafe. Even though you and rafe are always careful, you end up pregnant and when you and rafe tell your parents they kick you out. So of course rafe tells you to move in with him and when rafe (and you) gets back home he asks everyone to come downstairs and you guys tell his family. Ward plays it cool but later that night you wake up in the middle of the night to go get a glass of water and but see rose standing in the hallway listening to rafe and ward arguing about you and ward says stuff like “how could you be so stupid” “she’s just using you for money” and rafe is trying to be civil and not argue (cause non canon rafe) but then ward says something REALLY bad like “are you even sure it’s yours?” And rafe goes OFF on ward and it gets really bad that rose and eventually you step in and rafe looks at you and is just thinking like “please tell me she didn’t hear all of this”. You and rose calm rafe and ward down and go to bed and rafe is just like “what all did you hear” and you tell him and he’s like “you know everything he said isn’t true” “if he ever talks to you or treats you like that you tell me”. You could end it here and just have it be them going to bed or maybe add the next day (or a few days later) ward apologizes. If you wanted to make it even longer then maybe some time jumps to different stages! Like first doctor appointment, finding out what you’re having, stating to show more, etc.  Can’t wait for your return! 

*THIS IS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST AND I HOPE I AM ABLE TO DO IT JUSTICE!*

Unexpected

You weren't exactly sure what you were expecting, but this certainly wasn't it. The expressions in which you only wanted to wear pride in reference to you, were now filled with such disappointment. A silent conversation of lowered eyes and scowled mouths that ultimately offered their lack of support in a mutual shaking of their heads. It was during this that Rafe extended his large hand over yours as confirmation. A quiet but powerful grip that reminded you that you were in this together. 

"We raised you to be smarter than this..." Your mother finally spoke as Rafe tensed to how you were addressed. Yet, he did not want to infiltrate the clear frailty of the situation you seemed to have somewhat control over. Instead, he remained on the fringes of a defense. 

"I hope you don't expect us to be raising this baby..." Your father added. 

"Sir, I-" Rafe attempted. 

"You've done enough." Rafe's jaw clenched as he carried his hand to your knee in a further attempt to console you. 

"We've been careful. Always. I never wanted to disrespect her, I've only ever wanted to take care of her..." Rafe validated and simplified his intentions as your eyes illuminated and paused from the tears your parents brought behind your eyes. 

"You think you can?"

"I know, I can..." Your father's jaw pulled to a cocked rest as he slowly nodded. 

"Then she's yours." Your mother looked at your dad for a second before bowing in submission. 

"I think everyone's a bit on edge-"

"One more word, Rafe..." Your father threatened as you moved tearfully to stand before he collected your hand. 

"Just come with me..."

"My stuff-" You looked towards the hall leading to your bedroom as you sniffled. Once happy memories in pictures surrounding this heartbreaking exchange as you could feel the tension grow the longer you lingered. 

"I will take care of you. I promised that a long time ago," His eyes rose to your parents. "And it's a shame they won't get to see it." Before you could reject, he guided you to his car. 

The car remained silent as his hand kept to your thigh. Not a moment since you read the handful of tests to be positive that you were left untouched. 

"I can't do it again..." You confessed as he cut the engine before moving out of the car. In what you believed to be anger, you prepared for a true apprehension to place the blame on you. But once that door came open, he lowered until he could see your expression from beneath the fold you'd made towards him. A bent finger offering every contortion of your expression now made knowledgeable to him. 

"It's you and me. Nobody else but us," His hand rested on your stomach, "matters. And I'm sorry it hurts, but I promise you, I'm never going anywhere. Not when you've given me something so...so beautiful...something that's mine. Ours " He quickly corrected as you nodded. 

"Ours..." You agreed as he helped you from the car, treating you as if you were glass before leading you into Tannyhill. It had taken only a moment before Rose and Wheezie were already in the kitchen discussing your outfit and how they favored it. Of the handful of girls they knee held Rafe's attention, you had been the one in which they adored. All because you didn't care about price tags or club memberships. You cared about authentic hearts, no matter how battered. And Rafe was one you wanted to nurture as you saw the potential beauty it possessed. And even under the shade of a star crossed sky, it bloomed by the nurture offered by you both. 

"What, are you pregnant or something?" Sarah asked with indifference, kind enough to you to not be an enemy, but too wrapped in her own drama to worry about getting close to you one way or another. When your eyes darted to Rafe, who smiled with nervous pride, Sarah's expression changed. 

"Shit..." 

"Well..." Ward was taken aback, catching the confession at the very last second before surprising you with an embrace. But there was something in the grasp that was clearly forced. 

"Her family wasn't as...receptive..."

"Our house is always open to you. Especially now..." His eyes fell to your stomach as Wheezie was nearly bouncing off the walls from excitement. A thousand and one questions came about from baby names to gender wishes as you were unaware Ward had pulled Rafe away. 

After being given the celebration you were denied by your own blood, you were taken to your room. But as you had fallen asleep in his arms rather quickly when he returned to you,  from an exhausting day, you were too immersed in slumber to notice the isolation that came somewhere after you found this rest. 

But your feet were only able to move a few steps before muffled voices were heard beneath your soles. Low enough to not make out the conversation itself, but passionate enough to shake the antiquated bones of the landmark you resided in beneath the grace of the owners. Because of this, whatever reason you'd been made conscious for faltered, and you searched the source of such vocality. 

At the bottom of the steps you would find Rose against the wall outside Ward's study, a pinch on the bridge of her nose as her head came to shake. You knee the scene well as it was often a ridicule of Rafe in what should have been kind yet constructive criticism. 

"We were safe-"

"Apparently not safe enough! I knew if it came down between you and Sarah that I wouldn't be able to rely on you for the brains of any operation, but how could you be so stupid?" Your eyes narrowed. Rafe never explained how cruel his father could be. Instead, he evaded the moments instead and often distracted you with soft kisses, your teasing, and even eventually sultry games of tag, but never in detail as you witnessed now. And it made your blood boil and her jaw tighten before Rose caught your arm. 

"Let them deal with it..." She spoke in warning, true fear behind her eyes as you released a sigh before looking in the slit of the door. 

"She's just using you for your money, don't you get that?!" You commended Rafe for remaining posies through this emotional degradation. Hurtful words from someone who was always supposed to instruct had spoken volumes of his character to not retaliate. But it would take one unwise comment and he was in his soles and towards his father. 

"Sounds to me she doesn't have very high standards...and she hangs around those other pogues all the time. Where she belongs. But how do you know it's even yours?" Rose bolted into the room, trying to keep the men apart as the volume became too obnoxious to make out what either of them had said. But where you were worried about Rafe acting on impulse and doing something he would regret, he was focused on you. Hoping you didn't hear how his father spoke of you. Especially after the rejection and heartlessness of your own family. But now it was your turn to defend the relationship so many had waged against. 

"I love Rafe, Mister Cameron-" He scoffed, fishing a hand through his hair to correct it as you held yourself in front of Rafe as his hands were soft on your hips. But when you spoke these words to hope it would soften the tension,he only scoffed. 

"What could you possibly see in him?" You could feel Rafe deflate behind you. His sole weakness against his promise to you having Ren his father's words. 

"Everything you don't." Ward sent himself forward to speak as Rafe stood before you in immediate defense before you continued. Even as his body shook, symptoms of an unhealthy exchange worn in his tremors, his priority was to protect you. And his child. 

"Rafe has more heart and compassion, that I am beyond grateful he doesn't get from you. And not only is he going to make an incredible father, despite the fact his role model was less than ideal, he is going to excel in all he does because he is smart and devoted and attentive and liayal."

"If you think you get a single penny-" 

"I don't want your money!"

"Maybe not now, but when you are eating off of three days old take out and your power gets cut off-"

"You have no idea, do you?" You asked with narrowed eyes as his eyes rolled. 

"Humor me..."

"Just how much he is going to excel being away from you..." You interlaced your fingers in Rafe's as you led him from the house and down the driveway. Mindless steps continued until he pulled you to a stop. 

"Maybe we can stay at Topper's just for the night until I can get a plan...But I promise you-"

"The only promise you need to make me is that you'll love me...This responsibility doesn't fall on you, Rafe. Not alone anyway." He bowed his head. "And he wasn't right about what he said. Any of it."

"I'm sorry you had to hear any of it...I just want to protect you and I feel like you being with me only hurts you..."

"What hurts is being away from you." To this, he illuminated. More than the stars overhead or the fire in your hearts. 

"Well then you'll never be in pain again, baby. You're stuck with me..." 

"And you're stuck with us..." He grinned widely as your hand set over your stomach. 

The first few months were trying for the initial changes of the coming life within you. Milestones and moments came and distanced as occasional stress and tension found their way within. Following the first doctor's appointment, and a guilt trip from Rose and Wheezie, Ward altered his attempts until you were on chivalrous terms. Maybe never close, but close enough to supply a healthy enough environment for the coming child. 

A boy. A baby boy you'd hoped would harbor Rafe's kind eyes and strong heart. But he would teasingly argue against this as  you were wrapped within his arms at night. The days that continued were spent watching you round, kicks and heartbeats sounded at every chance and sonogram photos hung proudly in the mirror of your shared bedroom to view them as often as possible. 

"You and me, baby..." Rafe reminded by his arms coming around you with a humorous strain to what was once so effortlessly, his hands coming to a rest over yours as your son kicked. 

"Us."

"All of us."

"Forever." You turned to kiss him, such a simple notion validating why this would never be a regret or a mistake in any context. Even if it was unexpected, the best things often are...

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Give Me A Ride

TW: Semi-public sex. Smut. 

SUMMARY: Car sex with Rafe.

WORD COUNT: 1100

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Anonymous asked:

Reader and rafe always running into each other when she goes to buy weed from Barry [he always gives her a discount] but even though they’re both kooks they rarely see each other because they don’t have friends in common until one day she asks him for a ride to Barry’s and they hooks up in his truck

Give Me A Ride

Even though you were both from the same social circles, you had only known of him by reputation alone, just as he had done to you. Where you had been known for a more reserved existence, not necessarily more pogue, but definitely not as immersed in the heart of the events he was always connected to by the means of his surname, he had been the ‘Kook prince’ for such a legacy meaning parties of legendary existence. And only a few gazes exchanged across the room would make you place a face to a name, but a conversation having been eluded until now. 

“Gotta go to The Cut…” You overheard him say to Topper as you knew why. There was only one reason someone like Rafe would need to go there. It was the same reason you frequented as well. Because of that, you said polite farewells to your brunch companions before slipping behind his steps and catching him as he set his weight behind the driver’s side of his truck. 

“Can you give me a ride?” You asked, batting your lashes and biting your lip as he assessed you for just a moment before nodding. Without a need for knowing your destination, you would be welcomed into the passenger side of his car as he leaned across the seat to open it for you, his eyes catching on the parting of your knees made visible by the dress as he would smirk while beginning the journey from the club to the trailer park. 

“Maybe I can get you a discount as a thank you, Barry always gives me one…”

“Sexist…” He muttered to himself, “Not that I can blame him…” His bold remark made you smirk as you bit your bottom lip before turning towards the window. 

“I only go for weed though, Rafe. Anything else, you’re on your own.”

“I haven’t touched coke in a while-” Your brows raised, “Buzz never lasted long enough…”

“Find something else that got you higher?”

“Not yet.” He teased, the radio dying down behind your conversation. 

“What about you? Just a few blunts?”

“I’m high enough on life to need anything else, Mister Cameron.” You teased a hair behind your ear, exposing your neck to him as he swallowed hard at the thought of tasting such soft skin against his tongue. 

“Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind of party.”

“Is that an invitation?”

“It can be…” Your brows raised to his reaction. 

“Rafe!” You berated as he nearly swerved into another car. 

“It’s your fault!”

“I know…” You giggled, leading your fingers up your thigh, exposing your panties beside him., by a single trace as he clenched his jaw. 

“I see you watch me, Rafe…But do you only like to watch?” You asked as your fingers continued to torment him just beside him, reaching across your skin as he wished to.

“Shit…”

“You’re greedy, aren’t you? You want both?” You leaned over to him, a hand spread across his thigh and over his cock, hard beneath your grasp. 

“Good thing I am too…” Before you could offer another second of seduction, the car was pulled over to some side road as he had your lips in a collision to his own. 

“Get that fucking belt off and get over here…”

“Don’t you want to get in the back?”

“Just like I’m greedy, I’m impatient. Panties off. Come ride me. Now.” He growled as you bit your lip, obeying as you slipped the panties off, as he collected them in his grasp before he assisted the glide made over his lap. 

“Hurry up, Rafe-”

“A bit desperate, hmm?”

“I just want you to fuck me…” You whined as he took hold of your hair. 

“And I will…but how I want. Think of it as restitution for teasing me.” He guided you slowly over his cock, every inch deepening as your eyes pulled into a roll. 

“Oh fuck, you’re tight…” His hand was quick to move from your hip to your breasts, your fingers pulling the straps of your sundress low as he could take hold of the newly exposed skin. 

“And so soft.”

“Unlike you…” You shot a smirk as he rutted up into you. 

“Fuck!” You sang for him, such motions prompted twice over before finding a rhythm inside of you. His moans would be silenced by the wrapped lips made over your breast as his hand warmed the other, fondling and twisting, before you were taken to your limitations. 

“RAFE! RAFE!”

“You sound so good begging baby-”

“Who said I’m begging?” He covered your mouth. 

“You’re pussy is…all wet and desperate for me…” Your eyes rolled. “Hear how badly she needs me?”

“I do…”

He scoffed. “Oh I know, baby…I fucking know it…” Silence filled the space between you for some time as he edged and guided you, using you solely for him, as you became nothing but an outlet for him. But once you would feel his kiss return to your mouth, he was suddenly soft. At least, he had been until the hold of your hair would tighten. 

“You want it bad, don’t you?”

“Yes! Please!”

“Then work for it…I’ve given you a ride…I’ve been patient…I’ve made it feel so good being so deep…so YOU make me come…and then we’ll talk about you.” He groaned as you obeyed, fingers desperate to the seat behind his head as he otherwise stilled beneath you. The clench of your inner walls and glide of your hips would be the reason you both came to that edge in perfect time, his eyes rolling and his face contorting as he cursed beneath you. 

“Let me put in some fucking work-” He grunted, an arm wrapped around your back as you were completely ploughed by the lift of his hips leading you to spill over him. 

“Rafe-”

“You’re gonna make me come now! I was supposed to be first.” He growled into your skin, a painful kiss left on your chest, as you winced beneath him. 

“Take it!” He growled as you nodded. 

“I am!” He squeezed your ass, leading you to crash harder onto him. 

“RAFE!”

“Twice?!” You nodded. 

“You feel so fucking good!”

“Then fucking come!” He ordered, your body trembling once again as you tremored over him, a kiss teased, before you felt him finally buckle within you. 

“We’re gonna go to that fucking trailer, you’re gonna get me that discount, and we’re doing that shit again.”

“Oh yeah?” You teased, moving back to the passenger side of the car. 

“I wanna see if you’ll ride me that good, high…”

“Even better.” 

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