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vermilion pt 2 playing softly in the background while I make you cum with me

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Yes baby x

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Dante e Beatrice in un'altra vita...

Domiziana

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Hey I love your writing sm, can you do shower sex with rafe and reader?

Shower sex

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Warnings: (Smut (18+ only), Shower sex, public teasing, oral (f receiving), rough sex, choking, manhandling, dirty talk, hair pulling, slight degradation, possessive!Rafe, jealousy, light spanking, unprotected sex, praise kink, reader is a little bratty, bathroom mirror stuff, messy & filthy language.)

The fight started because you wouldn’t shut your mouth — at least, that’s how Rafe saw it.

It had been a long day. He was already on edge, and you being your usual bratty self — teasing him at dinner, giggling with your phone out, legs crossed just enough to flash that soft skin — pushed him over. You knew exactly what you were doing, and Rafe. He was done playing nice.

By the time you two made it upstairs, his jaw was locked so tight it was a miracle he hadn’t snapped already. You were still talking, attitude practically dripping off you.

“I don’t know why you’re mad,” you scoffed, tossing your bag on the bed, acting like you didn’t spend the whole night flirting with danger, smirking at him like you wanted to be punished.

Rafe’s eyes darkened. He was on you in seconds.

You gasped as his hand wrapped around your throat, just tight enough to make your breath catch. He backed you into the bathroom, crowding you with his tall frame, eyes burning straight through your soul.

“You wanna be a fucking brat?” he growled low, breath hot against your lips. “Then you’ll take what you’re given.”

Before you could respond, his mouth crashed into yours, teeth clashing, tongue demanding, lips bruising. He pulled your shirt off in one swift motion, hands already on your bra, unclipping it with practiced ease. His fingers squeezed your tits hard, thumbs flicking over your nipples until you whimpered against his mouth.

“God, you’re such a tease,” Rafe hissed. “You like pissing me off, huh? Gets your little pussy wet, doesn’t it?”

You shivered at his words, your knees weak, but your mouth had a mind of its own.

“Maybe,” you whispered, batting your lashes. “What’re you gonna do about it?”

That was it.

He turned on the shower with one hand, the other gripping your hip so tight it’d leave bruises. Water poured down, steam filling the room instantly. You barely had time to breathe before he yanked your shorts down, panties with them, leaving you bare and gasping.

“Get the fuck in.” His voice was lethal.

You stumbled into the shower, the warm water drenching you immediately, plastering your hair to your face. Rafe stepped in behind you, still fully clothed. His eyes raked over your soaked body, chest heaving, nipples pebbling from the heat, thighs slick — not just from the water.

“Look at you,” he murmured, cupping your face roughly. “So fucking pretty. So filthy.”

His hand slid down your throat, over your collarbone, between your tits, down to your stomach — teasing, slow — before slipping between your legs. You moaned, body jerking as his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles with just enough pressure to make you weak.

“You’re soaked, baby,” Rafe groaned. “And not from the fucking shower.”

He dropped to his knees, pressing your back against the cold tile. You gasped as his tongue dove between your folds, hot and hungry, licking you like a man starved. His grip on your thighs was brutal, spreading you open, tongue fucking into you so deep you cried out, nails clawing at the slick wall.

“Rafe— fuck, fuck—” you whined, thighs shaking, eyes rolling back.

He pulled away with a wet, filthy sound, chin glistening, eyes dark.

“You wanna come?” he growled. “You’d better beg.”

You bit your lip, knowing better than to test him now.

“Please, Rafe. Please— I need it, need you, need to come so bad, I—”

He stood up, grabbing your ass, lifting you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around him, his cock pressing hard against your soaked core. He shoved his jeans down just enough to free himself, then he was lining up, rubbing the thick head against your entrance.

“You need me?” he hissed, eyes on yours. “Then take it.”

He slammed into you, making you scream, head falling back. The stretch was brutal, perfect. Rafe didn’t give you time to adjust, fucking into you hard, water splashing everywhere, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the tile.

His hand wrapped around your throat again, pinning you to the wall as he thrust into you with relentless force, deep and punishing. His free hand gripped your ass, fingers digging in hard.

“Such a tight fucking pussy,” he groaned. “Goddamn— made for me.”

You could barely breathe, gasping, whining, crying out his name like a prayer. He was so deep, you swore you could feel him in your throat.

Rafe leaned in, licking a stripe up your neck before biting your earlobe.

“Come for me,” he snarled. “Make a mess, baby. Let me feel you.”

You shattered — body convulsing, nails digging into his back, thighs squeezing him tight as you came hard around him, sobbing his name.

Rafe grunted, pace getting rougher, faster. He slammed into you a few more times before spilling inside, growling low as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You stayed like that, shaking, breathless, dripping wet, stuck to him like glue.

“Don’t fuckin’ test me again,” he muttered, brushing a kiss over your lips.

You smirked, breath still ragged.

“No promises.”

He chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to give your ass a sharp smack.

“Good,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “I like you better when you’re bad.”

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You make him take his condom off because you want it raw

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, condom removal, breeding kink, dominant Rafe, rough sex, choking (light), explicit language, possessive behavior, praise, slight degradation, dirty talk, creampie, slight overstimulation, moaning, panting, fingering, missionary position, sexual tension, obsessive undertones, NSFW content.

The room was humid with heat and tension, the kind only Rafe Cameron could create. His weight hovered above you, the air thick with your moans and his low, gruff panting. Sweat clung to your bodies, his chest brushing yours with each thrust, the rhythmic slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the room like a hypnotic drumbeat.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe growled, voice ragged, a low rumble in his throat. His hips slammed into yours again, your body jolting under his, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. “Always so fucking tight for me.”

Your fingers dug into his broad shoulders, nails scratching down his sweat-slicked skin. His name spilled from your lips like a prayer, breathless and desperate, your eyes rolling back as his cock dragged deep inside you, the condom-covered length stretching you to your limit.

Rafe was relentless, his pace quickening, and you could feel the burn of pleasure mounting inside you. His hand came up to grip your jaw, thumb dragging across your bottom lip as his eyes locked on yours, wild and dark.

“You love this, don’t you?” he hissed, lips brushing your ear before he nipped at your lobe. “Love when I fuck you like this—deep, rough…owning every inch of you.”

You gasped, your hips bucking up into him, chasing every thrust, chasing that edge that felt so close but still just out of reach. His cock hit the perfect spot inside you again and again, but your mind, foggy and needy, was stuck on one thing.

“Rafe,” you moaned, voice breaking with the intensity, “pull out.”

His thrusts faltered for a split second, confusion flickering across his face as he leaned back just enough to stare down at you. His jaw clenched, sweat dripping from his temple.

“What?” His voice was rough, wrecked.

You reached between your bodies, trembling fingers gripping the base of him, your eyes dark with lust and determination.

“Take it off,” you whispered, lips parted, panting. “The condom…take it off. I want to feel you.”

Rafe froze, his pupils dilating, chest heaving like he’d been sucker punched. His hand wrapped around yours, his breath catching.

“You’re serious?”

You nodded, voice barely above a whimper. “I want you to fuck me raw. I want to feel everything. I want you to cum in me.”

A low, feral growl ripped from his throat, the sound animalistic. He didn’t need to be told again. Rafe pulled out slowly, almost shaking as he tore the condom off, tossing it aside like it was the last thing on earth he cared about. His cock stood hard and slick with your arousal, twitching in his hand.

“Fuck, you’re gonna ruin me,” he muttered, guiding himself back to your soaked entrance. He paused for just a second, eyes locking with yours, voice deep and possessive. “You want this? Say it.”

“I want it,” you whispered, gripping his biceps. “I want you to fuck me raw. Cum inside me.”

That was all he needed.

Rafe slammed back inside you, the raw, hot sensation of his bare cock making you arch and cry out his name like a curse. He hissed at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut for a second before they snapped open again, dark and wild.

“Shit…you feel—fuck—so much better like this,” he groaned, his pace brutal from the start, as if he’d been holding back the entire time. “I can feel everything…every damn inch of you.”

Your body writhed beneath him, pleasure shooting through you like lightning, blinding and intense. The stretch was overwhelming, his cock dragging against your walls with perfect precision, every inch of him claiming you in the most primal way.

Rafe leaned down, his hand wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, just holding—possessive and grounding. His lips hovered over yours, breath hot and heavy.

“You’re mine now,” he snarled, pounding into you so hard the bed shook beneath you. “You let me fuck you raw, let me fill you up. You’re mine.”

You cried out, legs trembling around him, your nails raking down his back as your climax crashed into you with violent force. The rawness, the heat, the intensity—it was too much, and yet, not enough.

“Rafe, I’m—fuck—I’m cumming!”

“Cum for me, baby,” he growled, thrusting harder, chasing his own high. “Milk my cock. Make me fill you up.”

Your body shook, spasming around him as he groaned, his rhythm faltering, hips jerking erratically. His grip on your throat tightened just enough to make your head spin.

“Shit—gonna cum—inside you. Fuck, take it.”

You barely had time to breathe before you felt it—his cock pulsing, thick and deep inside you, his cum spilling into you in hot, heavy spurts. Rafe’s head dropped to your shoulder, his breath ragged and broken, body shuddering with every twitch of his release.

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Could Rafe and reader do pool sex?

Deep End

Warnings:

Explicit sexual content (18+ only), strong language, rough pool sex, semi-public setting, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (fictional), dominant Rafe Cameron, possessiveness, manhandling, light choking, dirty talk, overstimulation, marking (hickeys/bruises), water play, tension-fueled lust.

Rafe’s cigarette hung between his fingers, a slow curl of smoke rising as he watched you dip a toe into the pool, teasing him.

“Get in already, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice low and gravelly. His eyes were locked on you, lazy yet dangerous. “You’ve been drivin’ me fuckin’ insane all day.”

You smirked, feigning innocence as you eased into the cool water, gasping at the contrast against your heated skin. You swam back, letting yourself float just far enough to stay out of his reach, daring him with your eyes. “Why don’t you come in and do something about it?”

That was all it took.

His shirt was gone in a blink, the muscles of his chest and arms flexing as he stalked toward the edge of the pool, shedding his shorts without hesitation. Your eyes zeroed in on his toned body, the way his cock was already hard, bobbing slightly as he stepped into the water.

“Teasin’ little slut,” he muttered, wading toward you with a predator’s grace. You didn’t move—just waited—heart pounding with a mix of thrill and anticipation.

The moment his hands touched your waist, you gasped, your back pressed against the cold tiles of the pool wall as he caged you in. Rafe’s mouth crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth, hungry and ruthless. His fingers gripped your ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he pulled you tight against him, his cock grinding against your stomach underwater.

“Think I didn’t notice the way you’ve been lookin’ at me?” he growled against your lips, yanking the strings of your bikini top and tossing it aside. “Think I didn’t see you bendin’ over on purpose, shakin’ your ass like you fuckin’ wanted this?”

“I did,” you gasped, your voice trembling as his mouth latched onto your neck, biting, sucking—marking you.

Rafe’s fingers slipped under the fabric of your bikini bottoms, sliding between your folds, groaning as he felt how soaked you already were, even under the water.

“Shit, baby… fuckin’ soaked for me already,” he rasped, sliding two fingers inside you without warning, making you whimper and grab onto his shoulders. His pace was brutal from the start, curling his fingers just right, making your legs tremble in the water. “You gonna cum already? So fuckin’ easy for me.”

Your head fell back against the pool edge, mouth open in a silent moan as his thumb circled your clit, relentless.

“Rafe—fuck—I’m gonna—”

“Do it. Cum on my fuckin’ fingers, right here. Let the whole fuckin’ neighborhood hear you.”

You clenched around him, body shaking as your orgasm tore through you, water splashing from the force of your movements. Rafe didn’t stop—he never did. He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean as he stared you down with blown pupils.

“Bet you taste even better straight from the source,” he muttered, sinking to his knees in the shallow end, yanking your legs over his shoulders as he dove between your thighs.

“Rafe—fuck, oh my God—”

His tongue worked you mercilessly, flicking, sucking, devouring. The water only intensified every sensation, and you were a moaning mess in seconds, grabbing his hair and rocking against his mouth, completely at his mercy. When he slid two fingers back inside you and curled them just right while sucking your clit, you were gone—cumming again, legs trembling, crying out his name into the open air.

Rafe stood, lifting you with ease, your legs wrapped around his waist as he slammed you against the wall of the pool. His cock nudged at your entrance, and he didn’t wait—he never fucking waited. He pushed in with a low growl, bottoming out in one hard thrust that had you gasping.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he hissed, hands gripping your thighs so tight it hurt. “You feel this, baby? Feel how deep I am?”

You nodded frantically, nails clawing at his back as he began to thrust, water sloshing violently around you both, the sound of skin against skin echoing into the humid night.

“Fuck, Rafe—harder, please,” you begged, and he lost it.

His rhythm turned punishing, pounding into you with no mercy, making you scream with every thrust. One hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to own you, and he leaned in close, teeth scraping your ear.

“You’re mine. No one else gets to see you like this, hear you like this. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” you whimpered, lost in him.

“Damn right you are.”

He pulled out suddenly, turning you around in the water, pushing your chest against the pool edge, ass out. Before you could catch your breath, he slammed back into you from behind, grabbing your hair and yanking your head back as he fucked you hard enough to make the water spill over the sides.

“Shit—you’re gonna make me cum,” he growled, thrusts erratic, desperate. “You want it, baby? Want me to fill you up right here, where anyone could walk out and see?”

“Yes—fuck—please!”

That was all he needed. Rafe groaned, low and filthy, as he spilled inside you, thrusting a few more times before pulling out, watching the water between your legs cloud with his cum.

He turned you around, kissing you hard, breathless, your body limp against him.

“Pool’s our new favorite spot,” he muttered against your lips, smirking as you nodded, dazed.

“Fuck… yeah. Definitely.”

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Sleepy sex with rafe

Sleep Can Wait

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), unprotected sex, sleepy/tired sex, possessiveness, praise, slight dominance, cursing, soft!Rafe moments, kissing kink, minor biting/marking, pet names, suggestive language, detailed sexual content.

You were both so tired. Drained in every sense of the word—physically, mentally, emotionally. The kind of tired that made your body feel heavy, your limbs tangled in the soft sheets as if gravity was pressing down harder than usual. The soft hum of the ceiling fan overhead was the only noise in the quiet room, and Rafe lay behind you, his arm slung lazily across your waist, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

It should’ve been a moment of peace—sleep long overdue, a night to finally rest. But rest could wait.

His fingers dragged up your side, slow and lazy, barely skimming your skin. It was innocent at first, aimless, like he was just grounding himself, holding you close. But the shift in the air was undeniable—the way his hand slid up to cup your breast over your shirt, the low hum of approval he gave when your breath hitched.

“You feel good,” he mumbled against your shoulder, lips pressing a barely-there kiss to the skin there. His voice was rough with exhaustion, but laced with something more. Need. Desire.

You rolled onto your back, eyes meeting his in the dim light. “We’re supposed to be sleeping,” you whispered, though your hand had already found its way to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up slightly. His skin was warm, solid beneath your touch, and his abs tensed under your palm.

Rafe smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, slow and lazy like everything else tonight. “Sleep can wait. I need you first.”

His body shifted, settling between your thighs as he kissed you again—deeper this time, tongue lazily swiping against yours. The kiss dragged on, lips parting only when he needed to breathe, and even then, he didn’t go far. He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your neck—soft, lingering pecks that had your pulse racing despite the fatigue.

“God, you’re pretty like this,” he murmured, hand sliding down to tug at your shorts. “So fucking pretty, even when you’re tired.”

You lifted your hips, helping him pull them off along with your underwear, leaving you bare beneath him. His fingers trailed down your thigh, then between them, finding you already warm and wet. He groaned, dipping his fingers through your folds before pressing them against your clit, slow and gentle.

“Thought you were tired,” you teased breathlessly, hand fisting in his shirt.

“I am,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss you again, voice low and teasing, “but not too tired to fuck you.”

He slid two fingers into you, pumping them slowly, curling them just right until your back arched off the bed. His eyes never left your face, watching every reaction, every moan you tried to stifle.

“Let me hear you,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Don’t hold back, baby.”

Your legs trembled slightly as he worked you open, the slow, lazy pace driving you crazy. He knew exactly what he was doing—taking his time, dragging it out, watching you fall apart bit by bit.

And then he pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips as he licked them clean, groaning at the taste. “Always so sweet,” he murmured, his voice rougher now, darker.

You helped him shed his clothes, watching his muscles flex and shift under the soft light. His cock was already hard, tip flushed and leaking as he settled between your legs again, lining himself up. He didn’t tease—not tonight. He was too tired for games.

He slid into you slowly, inch by inch, groaning low in his throat as your walls clenched around him. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, nails dragging lightly down his back as he filled you completely.

“Fuck, baby…” he breathed, forehead resting against yours. “You feel too good.”

He started to move, slow thrusts that sent shivers down your spine. There was no rush, no urgency—just the lazy, heady rhythm of two people too tired to think but too desperate to stop. Each thrust was deep, deliberate, his name falling from your lips in breathy moans.

Rafe kissed you again, slower this time, like he wanted to taste every sound you made. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together as he pressed your joined hands into the pillow above your head.

“Mine,” he murmured against your lips. “All mine.”

You could barely respond, body trembling beneath his, every nerve ending alive with pleasure. His thrusts picked up just slightly, enough to have you gasping, moaning into his mouth as your climax built slowly, winding tighter and tighter.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “I know you’re close.”

And you were—your body tensed, legs tightening around him as the orgasm hit, washing over you in waves. Rafe groaned, thrusts turning erratic as he chased his own release, burying himself deep inside you with a low, broken moan.

He collapsed against you, breath hot against your neck, his weight comforting and warm. Neither of you moved, bodies tangled together, too exhausted to do anything but breathe and hold each other.

“You okay?” he whispered after a while, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You nodded sleepily, fingers brushing through his hair. “Yeah… sleep now?”

Rafe chuckled, pulling the blankets over both of you as he wrapped you in his arms. “Yeah, baby. Sleep now.”

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Hi you’re so talented!!! can you do rafe teaching reader how to ride him?

Teach Me, Rafe

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), fingering, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, slight praise kink, Rafe being dominant but gentle, guidance kink, reader has never ridden before, Rafe teaches her, teasing, light overstimulation, slight possessiveness, no plot just pure smut.

Your thighs trembled as you hovered over him, unsure of how to move, unsure of what to do, your heart pounding harder than it should’ve been.

“You good, baby?” Rafe’s voice was low, teasing, but soft enough to calm the nerves that had you hesitating. His hands rested firm on your hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles.

“I’ve just… never done it like this,” you muttered, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt.

A smirk tugged at his lips, blue eyes flicking up to yours with something almost smug. “Never ridden a dick before?”

You shook your head, heat crawling up your cheeks. “No.”

That did something to him—made his cock twitch beneath you, already hard and pressed against your soaked folds.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, tilting his head back for a second. “Let me show you, yeah?” His hands squeezed your hips. “I’ll guide you through it.”

You nodded, biting your lip as he slowly helped you sink down onto him, his thick length stretching you inch by inch. The way he hissed your name when you took him fully made you clench around him.

“Feel that?” he rasped, gripping your hips tighter. “All the way inside. You’re doing so good, baby. Just stay right here for a second—get used to it.”

You whimpered, adjusting to the fullness, your hands on his chest for support. He didn’t rush you, just let you take your time, kissing your neck, murmuring praises.

“Now move those hips,” he whispered against your ear, guiding you up just slightly before pushing you back down. “Just like that. Fuck, yeah, just like that.”

You moaned, breathless as the friction sparked something deep in your stomach. The way he stared up at you—lips parted, eyes heavy—only made it harder to hold back.

“You like that, pretty girl?” Rafe grunted, his hips lifting to meet yours, thrusting up into you as you tried to follow his rhythm. “You’re learning so fast. Shit, you’re so tight, so good for me.”

You clung to him, body trembling as he took over, bouncing you on his cock with controlled strength, making you feel everything. Every inch. Every thrust.

“Gonna make you cum just like this,” he promised, voice low and rough. “Wanna feel you fall apart on top of me."

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desperate ex!rafe smut?

Pathetic Desire

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Ex-Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, explicit sexual content, desperation, unprotected sex, exes with unresolved sexual tension, begging, rough sex, possessiveness, dominance, intense sexual need, voyeurism, manipulation (emotional), power dynamic, soft degradation, orgasm denial, desperate begging, Rafe being pathetic and shameless.

You hadn’t expected the call, the one that came in the middle of the night. But it was Rafe, and you didn’t ignore it, not with the way things had ended.

"Rafe?" You answered, voice low, cautious.

His voice on the other end was strained, desperate. "I need you. Fuck, I need you so bad right now."

You froze, heart racing in your chest. You hadn't heard him this broken, this needy, in a long time. "What are you talking about?" you asked, though you could already feel a pull in your chest. The way he said it, needed you, it wasn’t just a casual request. There was pain in it.

“I can't stop thinking about you. Fuck, it’s been so long… I miss the way you feel—miss your pussy,” he rasped. You could hear the desperation thick in his voice, his breathing uneven. “I can't focus, can't sleep... I can't get you out of my head. I just want to fuck you. Please. You have no idea what it's been like without you.”

It almost made you laugh, the way he sounded so fucking pathetic. But then it hit you—the way your body reacted, betraying you. Your pussy clenched, a surge of warmth rushing through you at his words. Despite everything, you missed it too. You missed him inside you, the way he made you feel—alive, full, desired.

"You sound pathetic, Rafe," you replied, though you couldn't hide the small, almost unnoticeable hitch in your breath. "I don't know if I want to deal with that again. You really think I want you back like this?"

There was a long pause, and then you heard him—his voice cracking, full of yearning. "Please... I can’t—fuck, I can’t stand it. I need you. I miss your body. I need to feel you around me. I’ll do anything—anything you want. I’ll even beg, just please… let me feel you again. Let me have what’s mine.”

You bit your lip, torn between feeling a bit sorry for him and feeling thrilled at the thought of being with him again. There was something about Rafe’s desperation that sent a wave of heat straight to your core. Maybe it was the fact that he never showed this side of himself—always the cocky asshole, the guy who thought he could have anyone. But now, hearing him like this, begging you, it almost turned you on.

"Pathetic," you whispered, closing your eyes and trying to push down the surge of need flooding your veins. "You really think I'll just give you what you want? After everything? You think you can just beg me back into bed?"

You heard him suck in a breath. “I’ll do anything. I’ll apologize. I’ll beg. I don’t care. I just need to be inside you again. I want you so bad, baby. Please, let me feel you again. Let me feel you clenching around me. I swear I'll make it worth it.” His voice was rough, so full of need it almost sounded like he was breaking.

God, you hated that it made you feel hot—the desperation in his voice, the way he sounded like he was on the edge of losing control.

“Please,” he begged again, his voice raw. "I’ll fuck you how you want. Gentle, hard, fast, slow. Just let me inside you, I can’t stand it anymore. I just want to feel your body again. Feel you wrapped around me, tight and warm…”

There it was again—the ache between your legs, undeniable. Your heart pounded harder, but you didn’t want to give in so easily. Not after everything. Not after how things ended between you two.

But his words kept spinning around in your mind, his desperation pulling you in deeper. You could feel your own breath growing heavier, your body so fucking needy.

“Rafe,” you sighed, a soft moan escaping as your fingers subconsciously grazed your skin. “You’re pathetic. You think I’m just going to give you what you want after everything that happened? You were an asshole.”

“I know,” he groaned, voice thick with shame and hunger. “I know I fucked up. I was a dick. I’ve been a dick this whole time. But I swear to god, I need you. I’m begging you, baby. Don’t leave me like this. I just—please, just fuck me. I can’t be without you anymore. Please… I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

And that was it. You couldn’t resist any longer. The sound of him, the desperation, the need in his voice—it was too much. You missed it. You missed him. You missed his cock.

“I’m not doing this over the phone,” you said, voice trembling as you made up your mind. “Come over here, Rafe. Come to me right now. You’re gonna show me just how sorry you are.”

Within minutes, there was a knock at your door. You opened it, and there he was—standing in the doorway, his eyes dark with hunger and need, sweat glistening on his skin from the rush of adrenaline. His clothes were disheveled, and you could already tell from the bulge in his pants that he was just as desperate as he sounded.

“You’re really pathetic, you know that?” you teased, but the way you ran your hand down his chest betrayed how badly you wanted him.

Rafe didn’t care. He didn’t have time for your teasing. He pulled you into him, crushing your lips with his in a hungry kiss, hands already tugging your clothes off. “I don’t care what you call me. Just let me fuck you. Let me feel you again. I need it. Please.”

You pulled away, laughing softly despite how turned on you were. “You’re really begging for it, huh?”

“I’d beg all night if I have to. Just please, don’t make me wait any longer.”

That was all you needed to hear before you slammed your lips back into his, and within moments, you were both naked, Rafe pressing you against the bed, sliding inside you in one hard thrust.

The feeling of him inside you again, his cock deep, filling you completely, was exactly what you remembered. Fucking perfect.

Rafe groaned, his face buried in your neck, hips grinding into you desperately. “God, I’ve missed this—missed you—missed how fucking tight you are. So fucking good.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper as you both moaned in sync. Every thrust was brutal, raw, and desperate. His hands were everywhere, gripping your thighs, your hips, your ass.

“Please,” he panted, “Please come for me again. I need to feel you lose control. I need to know you’re as fucked up about this as I am.”

And when you finally did, your body shaking in his arms, Rafe wasn’t far behind. He spilled inside you, both of you trembling with the force of it.

He collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, his body still shuddering. “I’m not letting you go again,” he whispered. “I can’t be without you.

[trying-to-be-fashion]

Im not a waitress but i would take his tip

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x You

Warnings: Explicit smut, one-night stand, rough sex, degrading talk, slight choking, spitting, multiple orgasms, Rafe being a cocky jerk, brief aftercare but no emotional attachment.

Summary: You’ve seen Rafe Cameron around—just another Kook prince with too much money and an attitude to match. At a party, you jokingly tell your friends, "I’m not a waitress, but I’d take his tip," never thinking you’d actually end up in his bed that night.

The party was loud, filled with bodies pressed together, cheap beer, and the kind of reckless energy that came with a summer night on Figure Eight. You weren’t even that drunk—just loose enough to enjoy yourself, laughing with your friends in a corner, watching the usual Kook royalty parade around like they owned the island.

And, well, some of them did.

Your eyes had caught Rafe Cameron more than once. He wasn’t hard to spot—tall, lean muscle beneath an expensive button-down, sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he talked to Topper and Kelce, cocky as ever, completely in his element. You’d seen him before, sure, but you didn’t know him. Just another rich asshole with a bad attitude and a face too pretty for his own good.

Still, he was nice to look at.

“You think Rafe tips well?” One of your friends nudged you, nodding toward him.

You smirked "I dont know about that tip but" leaning in to say it just loud enough for your girls but no one else. “I’m not a waitress, but I’d take his tip.”

They erupted into laughter, but what you didn’t notice—too caught up in your own joke—was that Rafe did hear. Or at least, he heard enough to know you were talking about him.

So when he showed up behind you not even ten minutes later, drink in hand, eyes flicking over you in a way that felt like a slow drag of a match against a striker, you were caught off guard.

“You got somethin’ to say about me, sweetheart?”

You turned, blinking up at him. “What?”

Rafe took a sip of his drink, gaze locked onto you like he had all the time in the world. “Heard you talking about tips. That about me?”

You shrugged, playing it off. “Maybe.”

He smirked, stepping closer. “If you want a real tip—” he leaned down, voice dropping low near your ear, “—how about you quit wasting time and just take the tip you want?”

You should have walked away. He was cocky, entitled, the definition of everything you usually hated. But the way he said it. The heat in his voice, the sheer arrogance. It made something low in your stomach clench, made you wet before you even had time to process why.

And that was how you ended up in the back of his Rover, skirt bunched around your waist, legs spread over his lap while he pressed you into the leather seats, one hand wrapped lightly around your throat.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Rafe groaned, his forehead resting against yours as he drove into you, slow and deep, just to hear you whimper. “Like you were fucking made for me.”

Your nails dug into his biceps, legs trembling. You wanted to hate how good he felt, how his cock stretched you open perfectly, how every roll of his hips sent sparks up your spine. But you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, not when he was ruining you like this.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he murmured, watching your face twist in pleasure. “You’re takin’ me so good. Knew you would.”

Your only answer was a gasp as he angled his hips just right, hitting something that had your vision going white.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he cooed, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip before sliding it into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “Messy little thing, aren’t you?”

You moaned around his finger, clenching around him, and he groaned, jaw tightening. “Shit—gonna come on my cock already? That desperate?”

You wanted to slap him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to do anything but fall apart, but it was too late. The orgasm hit hard, and Rafe didn’t let up—fucking you through it, chasing his own high, only to pull you right back up and do it all over again.

By the time he finally came, pushing in deep with a groan, you were boneless beneath him, thighs shaking, breath coming in sharp gasps.

For a moment, he just looked at you—satisfied, smug, like he’d done exactly what he meant to do.

Then, he pulled back, fixing his pants, licking his lips as he eyed you one last time. “You got more then just tip.”

And just like that, he was gone.