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lovelyspooks · 2 years ago

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Dance with the devil

Spencer reassures Reader that sex toys are his ally rather than his enemy. Based on:

warning: 18+ explicit content—toys, edging, overstimulation, dacryphilia, and unprotected sex; words: 3.7k

a/n: fun fact, had this prompt for more than a month but I finished it in one day. Kind of rushed, so I don't know if it's any good, to be honest

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“…you picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out…”

SPENCER WAS A GOOD BOY—she meant that in the most innocent, non-sexual way possible. Her boyfriend was the epitome of manners, a gentleman in every sense of the word. He was kind and considerate, and even when he might not be in the greatest mood, he still had a way of being thoughtful and respectful to his peers.

Yet beneath his angelic, good-boy behavior, she was certain there was a part of him possessed by the devil.

Like now, for instance, there was nothing angelic about the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. It was a smile she had never seen before, a smile that seemed to hold a deeper meaning as if he had a certain agenda waiting to be carried out at the back of his head. His smile was so cunning that it was starting to unsettle her, and the more she stared at him, the more it looked eerie.

And the worst thing of it all, she was the reason he was acting this way. She was the reason why he abruptly stopped what he was about to say the moment he stepped into their shared bedroom. She was the reason why he was now standing by the door looking like he was about to commit something sinister.

Because right under the dim light of the room, his eyes were trained between her legs.

So this was what it felt like being caught red-handed doing something no one was supposed to see. Y/n had always made sure nobody knew this side of her, especially not her long-term and committed boyfriend who knew nothing of what she often did when he was traveling for work. He didn't know what went on each time she was alone without him, what she had to do to keep herself satisfied when he wasn't around.

Sudden waves of nerves coursed through her body as she felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest. It felt as if she was caught cheating. Well, if having a pink silicone vibrator nestled between her thighs was actually considered cheating. Maybe it was. Maybe not. But whatever it might be, the look on his face did not seem good.

"I-I can explain." She slowly sat up, her hand letting go of her precious toy while the other hand grabbed onto her shirt, fixing it slightly as it ruffled around her waist.

Her nervousness intensified as he slowly approached her. His steps were deliberate, and measured, but there was something disconcerting about the way he moved. A faint smile played upon his lips, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry, as he drew closer, and the sinister undertone of his expression became more clear. Her heart hammered in her chest, not knowing whether to interpret his smile as a friendly gesture or a warning sign. The room seemed to close in around them and the atmosphere grew thick with tension as he slowly climbed onto the bed, the bed sinking beneath his weight.

"Spence?"

He simply looked up at her but remained silent. His smile remained unchanged, a mask that concealed his true intentions. She desperately wished he would at least speak. She fidgeted uncomfortably, her nerves fraying at the edges as she waited for him to break the silence.

And then suddenly, and deliberately slow, she saw him picking up her vibrator which had laid forgotten by her feet. She could feel the warmth spreading along her cheeks as he examined it, turning it over his hand as if it were the most interesting thing he had ever seen in his entire life.

The tension in the room was almost unbearable as he finally broke the silence. She braced herself for his words, her pulse quickening, her nerves on edge. But what he said was far from what she had expected.

With an unsettling calmness, he uttered, "You know, I've always wondered what they looked like."

His unexpected words hung in the air. While she wasn't sure of his true intentions, it appeared that he wasn't expressing anger or displeasure, which was entirely different than how she had imagined him to react. "W-wait, you're not mad?"

"Because you use this? No," he admitted, still examining the long, pink device, intrigued by its shape as he studied the curved end. "But I am disappointed that you had to keep it a secret from me."

Her mind raced, searching for the right words to respond. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings." When he simply flashed a confused look, she explained, "Some men don't like it when their partner gets off using something else that isn't them."

"Let me guess. What you meant by some men, you meant your exes."

"A few of them, yes."

He smiled again. "Well, it's a good thing I'm not one of them then."

Her eyes glazed over him with uncertainty, her words coming out in a hesitant whisper. "So... you're not mad?"

His smile remained, though it seemed to shift subtly as he shook his head slowly. "No, not at all," he replied, his tone still calm and measured. "I'm more curious, actually."

Her brow furrowed in response. "Curious?"

"Mh-hmm." Then his eyes went back to the device, discovering a small button on the bottom. Curiosity got the better of him and he pressed it, his eyes widening slightly as it vibrated in his hand. He clicked on the upper button, his brows shooting upwards when the vibration intensified. "I didn't know it has a lot of settings."

Her cheeks burned with a deep flush. What was happening? Was he really finding her vibrator interesting? And when she thought things couldn't get worse, her stomach flipped when he turned it over again, the evidence of her arousal coating the end of her toy glistening under the light.

Dear god, couldn't the floor just open up and swallow her whole?

He then surprised her with his next words.

"Lay down for me."

His unexpected request took her completely off guard. Her eyes widened, her heart raced even faster, and her embarrassment transformed into sheer bewilderment.

"Lay down," he repeated, his voice sounding more firm and commanding.

His tone left her with little room for hesitation. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest, and she slowly lowered herself to the bed, her apprehension mounting with each passing moment.

Above her, Spencer fumbled with the buttons again, figuring out the mechanics of what they do, and when he was done figuring out how the toy worked, he powered it on to the lowest setting and looked at her expectantly. The tension in the room intensified to an almost unbearable level as she watched him push her knees apart.

"W-What are you doing?" She gasped, the cold air hitting her exposed skin.

"Continuing where you left off."

Then suddenly, and without warning, he pressed the vibrator directly to her clit. Her eyes rolled back in both shock and pleasure as a humiliatingly high-pitched squeal escaped out of her slack-jawed mouth.

It was set to the lowest vibration option, but she had been playing with herself before this. And now with Spencer doing the work, pressing her toy right against her already wet folds, she was already squirming beneath him. The buzzing became higher in pitch as he went up one set, and the sensation became too much to handle.

"This is fun," he whispered as she started and squirm away. His thumb briefly brushed over her clit, causing her to gasp, and he breathed out a quiet laugh before pressing the vibrator against her once more. The pleasure was starting to increase every time he moved the toy around her, rubbing it back and forth vertically in quick motions.

"You know what would be more fun?" He answered his own question by moving the toy above her clit, and with one swift motion, not one, but two of his fingers plunged into her. Her back arched at the double sensation, mouth hanging open as he curled his fingers inside her while the vibrator pressed against her clit.

Her legs shook violently to the simulation and Spencer saw the way her body trembled, noticing the sign of her climax coming in close. Seeing her thighs quiver set off a hunger in him, a desire for her to surrender completely to his command. He wanted to see her melt into nothingness. He wanted to see her lose herself in pleasure.

Grunting, he adjusted his fingers inside her, containing their thrusts as his other hand turned the vibration higher. The vibration heightened her senses. It was becoming harder to suppress her mewls as the pressure became more intense as she closed her eyes, throwing her head back, feeling the intensity grow.

She was so close he could feel her clenching around his fingers, and with a devious grin, he increased the vibrations once more. She cried out his name as the pressure kept building. Her mind was spinning. Her body was at its breaking point.

"I-I'm gonna—"

He turned off the toy and pulled his fingers out. Her eyes snapped open.

"Wha..." she looked at him with half-lidded eyes, her chest heaving frantically. "W-Why did you stop?"

He smiled at the sight before him. Her skin was sweltering against her shirt, sweat damped on her forehead and neck, her thighs were apart, and a vibrator stuck between her legs, sleek with her arousal. "We're just getting started."

And then he grabbed onto her last piece of clothing and helped her pull it over her head. Her taught nipples greeted him and his skin brushed against them, his wide hands softly squeezing her breasts as his thumb circled around the nub.

"So beautiful," he praised, his eyes traveling down her body, legs spread open for him to enjoy. Her sex was throbbing from his teasing, and it took him a lot of self-control not to bury himself deep inside her right at that moment. Instead, he leaned back and unbuttoned his dress shirt, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly slipped off his clothes.

His pants were next, then came off his briefs, and then there he was again, back in between her legs wearing nothing but a smirk on his lips as her eyes focused on his hard length resting against his thighs. He hummed in satisfaction at the look she was giving him, and because she looked so damn irresistible, he leaned forward and captured her lips with his in a slow, lazy kiss.

He tasted every inch of her, his tongue colliding against hers hungrily, getting lost in the sweet taste of her before pulling away, a string of saliva stretching between their parted lips. Her chest heaved as she watched him grab onto her vibrator again, and with that cunning smile curled at the corner of his lips, he placed the toy against her mouth.

"Suck," he commanded.

She looked at him hesitantly, but beneath his penetrating gaze, she slowly wrapped her lips around the pink silicone. Her tongue danced around it, tasting the initial burst of her own arousal. Her eyes looked up to him as her cheeks hollowed slightly with each gentle suck before he pulled it out of her mouth.

"Good girl," he grunted, sliding the toy down her body, leaving a wet trail along her skin. "Never knew you can take orders so well." His other hand then gently brushed her inner thighs. "Let's continue again, shall we?"

His fingers pressed against her sex before spreading her lips apart, leaning down to spit directly in between them. She felt his saliva make contact down her body, and her back arched just in time for him to push the toy into her, sliding it so effortlessly between her swollen lips.

It vibrated inside her as he clicked the button, the sensation traveling along her body as her fingers gripped onto the sheets. Spencer watched as she squirmed beneath him. He watched as the device disappeared inside her, her arousal pooling down her thighs, drenching the bed underneath them.

"You're making such a mess," he mused between his constant teasing, thrusting the vibrator into her. "Are you always this wet while using this?"

She shook her head helplessly. "N-No," her voice came out as a needy whine while his fingers slid around the toy, pulling her lips apart to get a better view.

"This is all for me then?" He pushed in deeper, satisfied with the way her body was reacting. "How did I get so lucky?"

The noises her body was making were so lewd. The way he was thrusting the toy inside her had her gasping for air, her head turning side to side against the pillow as the coil in her stomach tightened. Her eyes glanced between them, and the sight of her swollen sex being teased to the point she wondered if this was torture. The lines between pleasure and pain were starting blur.

"You're close again, aren't you?" She wasn't sure how she managed to respond to him, but she did, bobbing her head up and down. "Too bad I'm not going to let you."

He pulled out the vibrator from her and she whined at the sudden emptiness. "Please," she whispered, her voice almost a breath, a prayer, and a plea all in one.

"Oh, you're begging now?" He gazed down at her, his eyes mirroring the hunger that had consumed her. "You are desperate." He watched as she bucked her hips against nothing, desperately searching for friction. "Be a good girl for me and hold it."

He then pressed the vibrator against her clit with its highest speed, circling over it ever so slightly, before sinking it back inside her almost roughly.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "Baby, I-I can't."

"Hold it," he ordered. "Don't come until I give you my permission."

Her breath quickened as she tried to focus on controlling her body, but it was too much, too fucking much that she found her eyes watering from her restrain. He noticed the small teardrops had now welled up and spilled over, streaming over her cheeks. Her thick, delicate lashes stuck together as she tried to bat the tears away.

"You're crying now?" He muttered, fascinated at her reaction.

He shouldn't have felt good about this, it was such a disgusting thought to actually take pleasure in seeing the tears run down her face. But she was gorgeous when she cried, almost angelic. Her glassed irises and furrowed brows bring about an innocence to her that she didn't always show. It was hard to feel bad for when she looked this fucking pretty while she sobbed.

"Spencer, please," she pleaded, her voice sounding more like a strangle than a moan.

"Hold it. You're going to come when I tell you to come."

"N-No," she sobbed, her body convulsing as the pleasure took her body. There was nothing left to feel than the urge to embrace her long-awaited release. "Please, please, please."

"Shhh," he whispered, his other free hand wiping away the tear escaping from the corner of her eye. "Just a little longer."

"Spence, I-I don't think I can."

He also didn't think he could hold any longer. But he be damned if he didn't wait another few seconds when she looked so good writhing underneath him, gasping his name desperately like a prayer on her lips.

"Tell me what you need." When she didn't respond, too busy focusing on controlling her breath and the sensation building up in her stomach, he urged on, "Come on, beg for it."

A strangled whimper ripped through her body.

"Please, please," her words come out muffled as she trembled from the way he was pressing the toy deeper into her. It felt good, so fucking good, but she wanted to feel him. She needed to feel his skin against hers so badly. "I need you inside me, please."

He groaned and pulled the toy out of her before lining up his cock between her slit, gasping in pleasure when he slowly pushed himself into her. Her vision blurred until she couldn't distinguish her surroundings. His hand fell to her stomach, where he could, undoubtedly, feel the head of his cock nudging one of her internal organs. She felt extremely full as she endured the pressure of him inside her.

"Fuck, baby," she breathed out. "Please."

He took no time to move, leaning forward and prompting himself with his arms on either side of her head. His hips began thrusting into her wildly, desperately, deranged in his need. Everything was all-consuming for her as her whole body burned from the way his cock slammed into her, each thrust filling her walls until she was nothing but a whining mess, begging for release.

Her whines seemed to push him further, praise falling from his lips as her hips trembled beneath his relentless pace. Her walls spasmed around him, clinging tightly to his shaft as the coil in her snapped. Then he moved forward and that particular move earned a yelp from her. He pushed forward with deep, powerful strokes, circling and angling down to hit that fleshy, soft patch buried too far for his fingers or her toy could reach.

He gasped when he felt her walls clenching around him hard. She was panting, looking at him with desperate need and it was then he finally decided to give her what she had been begging for.

"Go on, come for me, sweet girl," he groaned as she devolved into incoherent sounds.

She finally came with a cry—loud, intense, and desperate. She came while her body shook, her legs trembling, and her lips hanging open in ecstasy as the sensation overwhelmed her over and over again. And when she thought she was done, he never slowed down his movements. Instead, he thrust faster into her, the wet sound of skin hitting against skin filling the room.

She wasn't capable of controlling herself anymore now, wanting to touch something but she was too weak from all the pleasure, so weak she could barely move her limbs, let alone make an intentional, concerted effort to grab onto a part of him.

So her mouth, hanging open in a heavy pant, was the next best option. She turned her head and leaned into his forearms, bracing him and holding him up above her. Giving him that leverage that let him thrust into her so deeply. And then her brain went blurry. Empty, save for the pleasure burning in her body and the humming of his name repeating over and over like a mantra.

She pressed her open mouth against his skin, breathing raggedly in some form of relief, her tongue gliding over his sweat-salted skin as she felt the muscle contract underneath. She dragged her lips side to side, drooling almost as he thrust deep into her. She groaned against his arm as her eyes rolled deep back into her head.

"You're still coming, aren't you?" Spencer asked above her, humor evident in his voice although she was beyond the point of comprehension.

But she managed to nod her head absently, lips mashing against his skin, and heard his laughter in her ears. "That's it. You're doing so well."

The sounds uncontrollably coming out of her were lewd and disgusting, mostly incoherent, but she didn't feel any shame anymore. All she cared about was the feeling of him so deep inside, hitting that perfect spot over and over again. She was such a mess, she knew that. All sweat and tears, all desperate and eager.

"You're so tight," he grunted, his movements growing sloppy as he began to feel the tightness in his stomach. "Fuck, I'm gonna come."

And then he leaned down and hovered above her, his lips brushing against hers but not quite kissing her. "Please," he mumbled against her open mouth, and she couldn't tell if he was begging for forgiveness or for permission.

Spencer couldn't think anymore. Nothing coherent, at least. His senses were drowning in everything that was her. Her scent, her skin, her breath. He then hit that spot inside her, so incredibly warm around him, and he clasped his eyes tightly as his pleasure faded into a glowing heat spreading inside her body. He grunted into her open mouth, giving her everything he could offer while she accepted everything she could take.

He finally collapsed on top of her as he breezed through his release, endorphins surging through his veins. Y/n pressed a hand to his cheek and his eyes fluttered open, slightly pushing himself up to stare into her eyes.

"Was I too much?" He barely whispered.

"...no," she managed to gasp out, still trying to calm her pulse.

"Good."

Then he sat back up and moved his hips back before thrusting forward again. She looked at him in bewilderment as she watched him grab her toy, pressing it back between their still joint bodies.

She was dumbfounded. Stunned. Astonished. There was not enough synonyms in the dictionary to describe how flabbergasted she was now. And suddenly she thought of all the good traits he had, all the good words and praises people had always described him to be.

He's so smart and kind.

He's the most thoughtful person.

He can be such an angel.

She wanted to laugh. It was more likely that she was dancing with the devil now.

"What?" He whispered, that cunning smile of his creeping back on his face. "Did you think I was done?"

Her body started to squirm again. Spencer had always been a good boy—just not for tonight.

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nemesyaaa · 2 months ago

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the bear fx show au's inspiration ft. cook chef!rafe.

— little headcanons post. a bit of smut and fluff.

warnings : +18 content. minors dni. heavy smoking. smut. age gap. food play. be aware of the warnings before reading. do not take this au seriously, its all fun.

Chef's attitude : ★☆☆☆☆ — Cooking skills ★★★★★

Anger issues : ★★★★★ — Sympathy ★★☆☆☆

Restaurant: ★★★★★ — Relationships ★★★☆☆

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✮⋆˙ — Something about Chef!Rafe. Everyone knows him. His name. His restaurant. The five stars crowning His food. his bad reputation. Everyone knows how talented and good he is, everyone is giving him everyday something to blow up his ego. The journalists at his door before the opening. The following paparazzis trying to get a shot of his rude attitude. The clients at his tables waiting to be fed. The girls over his bed that he can't help but forget their name. The people wanting to know his secrets. He wasn't born to be the king but now, he's sitting right here on the throne, and everyone is kneeling. He knows how to cook, and does it better than any man. OBVIOUSLY, knife and fingers skilled with the finest and largest hands ever. They've been tattooed since he turned eighteen, on his knuckles and the back of his hands.

✮⋆˙ — Something about Cook chef!Rafe, he doesn't give a fuck about the messy and homeless look he gives, the way his growing mullet is turning wild and shady on the back of his neck, the way his big nose is always glowing with oil and his clothes always smell of food like he never washes them. He also doesn't bother about his bad shaved jaw, and his smoking-whiskey breath that always came hot and heavy. He's often badly dressed because the only thing he really cares about is his restaurant. He's wearing the apron like nobody, well-tied on his back, hiding his buff chest, hugging the fat of his tiddies, and tracing his bulk frame.

♨ — He's always smoking at his workplace. His kitchen, his rules. The first and last person who ever tried to step on his authority ended with a black eyes and busted lips which caused him to never speak again, and never to look at rafe again. Chef!Rafe who used to be so mocked and humiliated on the past to ever give a fuck again about what people think of him. something about this guy, don't piss him off. don't play with his nerves. he's already too fucking busy and tired to deal with anything.

♡ — But believe me, this man is cooking with the most insane passion ever, he's doing the greatest meals ever, master of post-sex snacks with his hookups. He deserves the five stars, the articles in the magazines, and all the hype about his restaurant.

✮⋆˙ — Cook chef!Rafe who is also known for his anger issues. Favorite subject of the media. Everyone knows he can't control himself and it's getting worse and worse each day. Violence and excess anger. No one can do it better than him, especially when he starts yelling at everyone. The kitchen is about to burn down when he starts. Everything is getting out of control and no one wants to stay, but it's even worse if someone makes the slightest movement. He loves taking his anger out on someone innocent because it's so much easier. He knows those terrified expressions so well when he turns into a storm. “ y'all want me to get worse ? y'all really trying to piss me off today ? what's that fuckin’ shit ? do that again and you're fired. ya know what, get your ass off my kitchen, you're already fired. ” and its only the beginning…“ don't fucking make me waste my time. you're cryin’ really ? gonna tell ya mama how bad i've been to you’ ? do you want me to give her a call ? is that the hot milf that would do a better job at sucking my dick than you at cooking for me ? ”

♨ — Cook chef!Rafe who smokes too much and not necessarily at the right time. He's literally using the fire of his cooking to light his cigarettes, ignoring willingly the danger of this action while everyone is scared.

✮⋆˙ — Cook chef!Rafe who wasn't ready for a disaster bimbo like you coming in his life. He used to fuck so much girls like you, all pretty and noisy, maybe one of them were your friends or your sisters. it's not like you were different from them.

Something about you is that you were always well-dressed, not to say barely dressed with your little outfits, walking around to show off and mostly, to be seen. You were the attraction. The moment you entered the restaurant, everyone was looking at you. You were looking for a place to sit, with your chihuahua over your arms.

Rafe, who was about to return to the kitchen, saw you for the first time. You felt so out of the place.

“ Sweet puppies are not allowed, sugar. ” he just said while resting his cigarette on the back of his ear, after brushing dirty hands over his apron, giving you something to look at.

" But, wh...”

“ Don't know the sweet puppy can talk. ” He teased.

You just realized.

“ That's not a way to talk, sir. ”

" And, so what, sugar ? Wanna call the boss to complain about him ? "

" Yes, let's do that. I wanna see the boss, right now. Can't believe such jerks like you working in his restaurant. ”

“ Fine, pretty sure he wants to hear all the bad things you want to say to him. "

But the minutes after you entered his office, door closed and locked, you were fucked against the window of his room, your naked body to be seen to the streets full of people, face and breasts smashed against the glass while he was pounding inside your cunt for straight hours. “ Mmh...fuck ! I'm sorry, i promise ! ” “ yea, you will be when we will have around thirty orgasms...not now” he shushed you by crashing your head even more with his big hand.

You could barely stand still, your legs were shaking too much, against his rough body. all inches were forced to your pussy, juices dripping over your insides. “ Oh you're gonna come ? how many more until this cunt is passing out for me, sugar ? How many more ? ” you were crying, cheeks glistening from tears and your smeared makeup. “ you're lucky, i could put a fucking baby inside you but think this pretty face want to be served. ”

you felt his fingers grabbing your chin, his gaze looking down your pathetic face before slamming back over the glass again with no caring, like you were just nothing.

After that, all he said was “ Wanna eat something ? ” “ Are you gonna cook something for me ? ” “ Baby, that's literally what I do for a living. ”

Discovering his food has changed you. You were surprised. The rumors weren't lying. He cooked wonderfully well. He specialized in refined, gourmet cuisine, quality dishes made with exceptional products.

✮⋆˙ — Cook chef!rafe who isn't the type to say thank you, or giggling at your compliments because he just knows how good it is. You're just feeding his ego, while he's feeding your tummy and heart. He's watching you eat, loving the bubble face you have everytime the taste is charming you. You were like a baby, his baby.

As his favorite bimbo disaster, you started to be a regular. But also his girl. He allows you to go into the kitchen, his safe place. So you are always there to annoy your man.

You're such a baby, always needy and wanting his attention. You're touching at everything, putting yourself in danger, yapping non stop about your days and friends, and Rafe is trying so hard to not tell you to shut up. His anger issues can't stand all your attitude. But he doesn't stop him from caring, he can cook, lead his crew and look after you. He's multitasking.

♨ — Cook Chef!Rafe who finds a way to tell you to shut up without making you cry by making you taste the food. “ How's the taste ? ” “ Feed me again. I love it. ” And he did it. Everytime you ask. “ Now, I wanna taste something else. Come here. ” “ You're such a pain in ass, ya know ? I think you can wait thirty minutes. ” “ Thirty minutes ? It feels like tomorrow ! I can't wait. ” “ I know, you can. ” Now, the tone isn't playful anymore. “ I'm going home. ” “ You're not making a single move. You’re stayin’ here. Try to move, even just an inch and i will make you regret it. ”

You froze. “ No tears allowed too. ” And he kisses you before going back to the shift. “ Keep that face pretty and shut for me. ”

SOMETIMES, you get his soft attitude toward you. you get it as a reward for your good attitude. you know which mood he's in from the moment he's at home.

♡ — If he's in a good mood, he's gonna leave you alone to cook in the kitchen, and serve you all the meals like the princess you are, and after, he's gonna eat you out, from the back. He's in need to taste you, to plush his tongue in your drenched hole. Large hands over your back while he's lapping to your cunt, nose rubbing against your clit and tickling the little bud. you've been so good and he suddenly wants to give you everything. his tongue raw and nasty, swirling through your walls as he holds his grip tightly on your thighs. He's getting deep, loving the sweet moans coming from your mouth. “ can't wait to fuck this sweet pussy…’s too good, you're too good. ”

A short break to look at your sopoy core, wet juices coating your parted lips and giving him the most perfect sight ever. He's got all the view of your hole dripping, watching his own work like a proud artist, before eating you back. “ gonna get you ready for me right now…how does it feel ? tell me since you can't keep that mouth close for a second” “ m-more…please ! ” “ am i not giving you enough sugar ? ” You giggle softly, letting the word slip over your mouth. “ Fuck me…I want you to fuck me.” “ And I'm hearing you baby, I'm gonna fuck you. ” “ Please, sir…” “ So now, you're being polite…that's progress…” “ Are you gonna fuck me or do you need my help, sir ? ” “ Think you're the only one who needs my help right now, do not act so cocky. ” “ Think you will be able to keep the pace, old man ? We can go slow, grandpa. I know it's not easy anymore for older men…” A small grin curved around his lips as he putted his dick against your entrance, teasing the glistening tip over your drenched parts, wanting nothing but to fuck you raw for your little attitude. “ I'm not that old. ” “ You could have born me. ” “ Oh baby, you wish. ”

✮⋆˙ — Cook chef!Rafe who can be so creative when he's in the mood by using you as a table for his meals. so that's why you always find yourself covered with honey, sushis, whipped cream, strawberries and cherries as he eating directly from your body. he's challenging you by dare you to not move but you always end up losing because his mouth on your skin feels so good, and the way his tongue is licking at the food but at yourself at the same time just giving you so much spasms.

♨ — Cook chef!Rafe who doesn't want you in the kitchen, literally a forbidden place for you because you're too much of a disaster. He can't really focus when you're around because you're too close to making something dangerous. “ Come on, I'm literally living here. you can't forbid me to come. "" I can't ? Then why are you standing miles away from the kitchen ? noisy for nothing, aren't you ? "" you're being mean. ” “You're too sensitive when you're hungry, do you know that ? ”

♡ — Something you can be sure of...the kitchen will always be clean. He's cooking but he's washing the dishes too. He can't cook if it's too messy or dirty. He's manic about it. but the rest of the house is for you to clean…

♨ — Cook chef! Rafe who's now handcuffs you every time you're at the kitchen on shift time to be sure you're going nowhere, and touching nothing. And duct tape your mouth with cellophane when you're yapping too much. He doesn't bother about the whispers of his crew.

♡— Cook chef!Rafe who's always taking his weekends to take you on vacations in your other countries. He's giving you the life you always dreamed of, spending money on every one of your needs. And he does love the feeling of having someone in his life.

thanks you for reading this messy headcanons, you're brave and loved !!! <333

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