.𖥔 ݁ ˖ » RAFE MAKES YOU SQUIRT FOR THE FIRST TIME.
"jus' lay there baby, yeah?" rafe cooed, pounding into you from behind, his hand bracing you on the small of your back. "gonna make you take it."
rafes stroke game is award worthy. he's rocking his hips back and forth, hitting all the right angles. "mmmmph" you sob out into the pillow where your head was buried.
"i know baby, i know." he comforts you as he thrusts deeper. you drool into the pillow as he drills you. "you like that dick in your guts? hmm?" rafe asks.
theres not a single thought in your brain. you moan in response to his question. "fucking answer me." he grunts, slowing his thrusts, making them deeper, harder.
"love it s'much!" you squeak out. he resumes his punishing deep, fast strokes. each thrust punching the air out of your lungs.
"can tell. your fucking creaming round' my dick." rafe mutters. he desperately tries not to look at where you connect, knowing he'll cum from the sight of your pearlescent cream collecting at his base.
after one particularly deep thrust you feel his mushroom tip thump against your sweet spot, over and over again. "that the spot? your fuckin' suffocating my cock baby." you nod feverishly, nearing your orgasm.
"cum baby. fuckin' cum around my dick y'hear me?" he thrusts harder and faster. the room now being filled with the constant sounds of plap plap plap plap.
"ohhhh" you shake, your vision going white hot as your toes curl and you squirt around rafe. "ohh fuck, s'so wet. im gonna cum, gonna-" rafe moans loudly as he plants one of his feet up on the bed to get a better angle, fucking you both through your orgasms.
his thrusts slow, before coming to a complete halt. rafe groans when he pulls out of you, his softening cock still twitching. he spreads you open as he watches your mixed cum leak out of you.
"m'sorry." you mutter, voice groggy from all of the screaming you'd done. "fuck are you talkin' about?" he sighs, laying down next to you.
"i've never- done that before. i didn't mean to-" you stutter. "are you fucking with me? that shit made me cum my brains out." he laughs.
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💋 pervert!reader and nerd!rafe in bed together 18+ ✧˚.🎀༘⋆
you and rafe were laying on his bed, the boy just having finished helping you out with your essay, exchanging small pecks and quiet words. you run your hand through his hair, a quiet, content hum coming from the back of his throat as he closed his eyes, taking his glasses off and rubbing at his eyes.
"you look really adorable like this." you whispered quietly, your boyfriend’s lips quirking up into a slight smile. your legs were tangled together, and you stroked his bare foot with your own. "all messy and... sleepy."
"yeah, you think so?" rafe chuckled softly, bringing his hand to stroke your cheek, a lazy grin on his lips, "i think you're the one that's more adorable."
"nuh-uh." you wrinkled your nose up at him.
"yuh-uh."
you bit down on your soft bottom lip, looking down and seeing just how close your thigh was to his crotch; who could resist an opportunity like that?
you pressed your bare thigh into his crotch, rafe letting out a noise that was between a groan and a whine; as you started to move your thigh a bit, pressing it against his cock, you could feel him starting to harden, suddenly pulling your leg away and taking advantage of the fact that you’d successfully distracted your boyfriend, moving to straddle the boy and grabbing his wrists, a grin on your face as you pinned them to the bed.
"who’s more adorable?" you asked impishly, raising your brows.
the boy rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated groan, a slight blush staining his cheeks as he answered begrudgingly, "i am."
"good boy." you let go of rafe's wrists, his hands moving to grip yor thighs, and you bent down to bring your lips to rafe's, but just as your tongue was entering his mouth, rafe's hands snaked up to your sides, and the boy was tickling you.
"stop it." you giggled against his lips, pulling away from the kiss as you began to laugh uncontrollably, "stop, this is unfair!"
rafe suddenly flipped you two around so he was on top of you, this time grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the bed, a grin on his lips. "you might have your sexual prowess," he pressed a peck on your lips, "but i have the power of tickling."
"totally unfair."
"oh, yeah?" rafe grinned, "what are you gonna do about it?"
contains: rafe crying 'cause of ward being an asshole, you're trying to comfort him but he figures out a different way helps much better :3
warnings: tit sucking/tit play.
now usually.....after the shit-show which involves ward yelling at him, calling him a failure and then bullshit about expectations, he would go to barry.
but right now?
right now, he's curled into you on the bed in his bedroom, quiet sobs shaking his shoulders as you run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to calm him down.
you pull him closer, gently guiding him down until his head was resting on your lap.
"it's okay, rafe. i'm here. let it out." you murmured softly.
he nuzzles into the warmth of your thighs, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. your tank top hangs loose, the thin straps slipping just a bit as you shift to comfort him better. from his angle, nestled against your thighs, he must see everything—the gentle swell of your breasts, the way the fabric drapes without a bra underneath, nipples pebbling slightly in the cool air. you don't think much of it at first, too focused on him, on wiping away the tears streaking his jaw.
then, without warning, his mouth moves. his lips brush the underside of your breast, tentative at first, like he's seeking solace in the warmth of your skin.
you freeze, breath catching in your throat as his tongue flicks out, tracing the curve before he latches on—sucking your nipple into his mouth. a soft pull, insistent, his hand coming up to cup the other side, thumb grazing the hardening peak.
your body goes rigid. rafe's still crying, but quieter now, the sobs muffled against your chest as he suckles harder, drawing you in deeper. the sensation shoots straight through you, a mix of shock and something else pooling low in your belly. "rafe." you whisper, voice breathy, "what are y'doing?"
he doesn't stop. his eyes, red-rimmed and glassy, flick up to meet yours for a split second—pleading, almost, like this is the only anchor keeping him from drowning. then his free hand presses gently against your thigh, a silent command. "don't stop me, it helps." he mumbles out around your skin, the vibration humming through you before he dives back in, sucking with a desperate rhythm that pulls another gasp from your lips.
the tears slow on his cheeks, his breathing evening out as he loses himself in the act—tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you arch involuntarily. you're frozen in place, heart pounding.
he's not thinking straight, you know that, but god, the way he clings to you, vulnerable and needy, makes it impossible to pull back.
for now, you let him, your hand resuming its path through his hair, even as your body betrays you with traitorous tingles and your mind swirling with 'what the fuck is going on?'
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PAIRING ♥︎ red rose reader x ex-husband rafe
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ you come back from your date all giddy, but afterwards you get a knock on your door from your ex-husband who finds out you’re dating someone new.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ CONTENT ♥︎ smut. unprotected PIV. ꒰ 𝟏.𝟗k ꒱
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ takes place when will and reader are just dating! it’s been a while since i wrote smut so i hope this doesn’t suck 😭
RED ROSE જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you walked in through the door with a giddy smile on your face, leaning against the front door, letting out a quiet squeal, stella emerging from the kitchen with a knowing grin.
"wow, it went that well?"
"you would not believe it." you laughed as you pushed away from the door, taking off your jacket and hanging it up, kicking your heels off. he's just... he's amazing."
"you two have been together for six months and you're just now figuring it out?" stella quipped, making you roll your eyes. "i don't know. he still gives me butterflies." you smiled, "was theo behaving alright?"
"oh, yeah. he loves auntie stella. he drew me a picture of us, even though it mostly just looked like two blobs." your best friend grinned, "should we open up a bottle of wine and you can tell me all about how amazing will is?"
"you read my mind." you laughed softly, "there should be some in the kitchen.
after a couple of hours of you talking about your date with will and said bottle of wine later, stella got an uber home while you started cleaning around, putting away theo's toys, washing the dishes, gathering laundry together...
suddenly, the doorbell rang, and for a moment, you thought that maybe stella had forgotten something, but when the doorbell turned into a frantic banging on your front door, you knew it wasn't her, but as you made your way to the front door and looked through the peephole, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
pulling open the door, you launch into a tangeant, "seriously, rafe? next weekend's your weekend with theo, and we've agreed that you'd call if you-"
rafe pushed into your house, turning to you, his jaw clenched in anger, "you're fucking topper's brother?!"
"gee, come on in, rafe!" you huffed, closing the door, "are you fucking topper's brother or not?!"
"keep your voice down!" you hissed, "your son is sleeping, and i don't think you want to wake him up and have me explain to him that daddy dearest barged in acting like a fucking lunatic."
rafe rolled his eyes, but the volume of his voice got lower, "so? is it true? 'cause topper told me you were but i couldn't believe it. thought you had standards."
you narrowed your eyes at his words, crossing your arms in front of your chest, "my dating life is none of your business. we're divorced. need me to spell it out for you?" rafe let out an incredulous laugh, sucking his teeth as he rubbed his jawline, "so you're fucking him."
"will and i aren't fucking. we're together. six months now."
"and you didn't tell me?" "again, rafe, it's my dating life. not yours. i was gonna tell you when i was going to introduce him to theo."
"you're planning on introducing him to our fuckin' son?!"
"keep your voice down!" you snapped, "i'm allowed to have relationships. i'm allowed to move on. maybe you should try doing that too instead of acting like a jealous idiot."
"i can't move on." rafe scoffed, "you think i stopped loving you right after we signed some stupid papers saying we're not together anymore? you were the one who wanted to get divorced."
"well, you agreed to it!" "what the fuck else was i supposed to do?" "you were supposed to be better! you were supposed to fight for me, fight for us, you were supposed to show me you still fucking cared instead of throwing in the towel."
when you finished your tangent, you were out of breath, you and rafe looking at one another with anger, something close to hatred visible on both your faces as your heavy breaths mingled together, rafe's icy blue eyes burrowing into yours.
rafe's large hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a fervent kiss, your head spinning as soon as his lips met yours.
your lips didn't part from his even as you let him lead you to the couch, rafe sitting down as you climbed onto his lap, feeling a damp patch start forming in your panties as you ground down on him, rafe's lips trailing down to your jaw, leading to your neck, the quick, sharp nip he left there making you let out a quiet yelp, made louder by rafe's hand landing a smack on your ass.
"fuck, missed havin' you like this..." rafe mumbled against your neck as he pushed up the skirt of the dress you'd worn on your date with will just a few hours ago, "so fuckin' desperate for me, huh?" you let out a whine, grinding down on his erection, rafe letting out a small groan.
"mmhm..." you hummed as rafe pushed your panties to the side, hearing a slight rip of fabric.
you pulled back from rafe's lips, a slight whine leaving his lips as you let out a quiet giggle, pulling your red dress off over your head, revealing your breasts. rafe wasted no time bringing his lips to your breast, sucking one of your already hardened nipples into your mouth, sucking on it and swirling his tongue around it while his thumb rolled the other one around, a high-pitched moan leaving your lips when he pinched it.
you pulled back, a disappointed whine leaving rafe's lips that made you roll your eyes as you started unbuttoning his shirt with shaky hands.
"you're taking too long." rafe stated, and before you could quip back at him, he'd ripped the shirt open, buttons clattering on the floor in a way that made your eyes widen.
"i don't even wanna ask how much that cost..." you mumbled, your hand going to his chest, running over the ridges of his muscled chest in a way that made rafe's breath hitch, "too fuckin' much."
you let out a squeal as rafe flipped you around so you were lying on the couch, and his body was over yours, the man tugging the remaining fabric of his shirt off and discarding it somewhere on the floor where your dress lay. you bit down on your lower lip, watching as rafe unbuckled his belt, discarding it on the ground with a clink, his lips diving to your neck, pressing heated kisses there, making you let out throaty yelps every time he nipped on your skin.
"fuck, baby, nothing compares to you..." rafe mumbled against your neck. you unbuttoned his pants, helping him discard them, rafe's cock straining against the fabric of his boxers.
"mmm... tell me something i don't know."
rafe pulled back with a grin, a glint in his eyes as one of his hands trailed down to your chest, thumb rolling one of your pebbled nipples, his eyes going to your breasts, "forgot how much i missed these pretty tits..."
you grabbed his jaw, forcing rafe to look at you, "there's something else that missed you more." rafe grinned at your words, the man tugging down his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines as rafe moved his hand to your pussy, thick fingers gathering some of your wetness as you shuddered.
"yeah? she miss me this much, huh?" rafe grinned, bringing two of his fingers to his lips, licking the arousal off them, "fuck, you still taste so fucking good."
you let out a small whine when you felt rafe drag his cock over your soaking folds, your body automatically arching into him as if your body was wired to respond to his touch.
"you ready for me?" rafe asked teasingly, lining himself up at your entrance as his thumb traveled to your clit, making you let out a groan, "if you don't fuck me right now, i swear, i'm gonna call will and-"
rafe interrupted you by plunging his cock into you without warning, hitting the spongy spot only he could seem to be able to hit, your back arching off the couch with a loud gasp leaving your lips while a groan left rafe's. "you gonna call who, hm?"
"s-shut up..." you mutter, a self-assured grin on rafe's lips, "that's what i thought."
rafe started off slow, just like he always had. teasing you with measured thrusts that got you worked up, his thumb rolling your clit painfully slow, just enough to keep the spark in your abdomen alit. he'd always liked to make you beg for it. beg for him.
and you weren't above that.
"please, rafe..." you whined, your nails digging into his back, "please what?" "i need you..."
at your plead, rafe's thrusts grew more hurried, more intense.
"god, missed being inside of you..." rafe mumbled into your neck as he continued thrusting into you, your vision growing blurrier with each thrust.
"missed-- missed having you..." you mumbled, making your ex let out a low chuckle as he continued to fuck into you, his thumb putting more pressure on your throbbing clit.
"mmhm, i know you did." rafe grinned into your skin, and you purposefully tightened your walls around him, making rafe groan, his hips bucking up into you out of reflex.
"f-fuck..." you moaned, your nails digging into rafe's back as he continued his thrusts, your eyes rolling back into your head with each one.
"does will make you feel like this?" rafe mumbled, almost spitting out the name of your boyfriend, the heat in your belly growing, the word you spoke next almost pulled out of you, "never..."
rafe's thrusts grew more hurried, the circles he drew on your clit sloppier, but it didn't matter. it didn't matter, because you felt him, and rafe made you feel the way that only he could, made your head spin, made the band in your stomach tighten with every thrust, with every roll of his thumb.
"'m gonna..." you mumble, unable to form more words, "you're gonna come, huh? you gonna come for me?" you hummed at rafe's words, nodding your head, rafe's hips snapping, and you let out a small cry at the harsh thrust of his hips.
that was what did it.
you could feel yourself coming undone, your nails digging into his skin as rafe gasped, feeling your cunt fluttering around his cock, pulling you towards him, the man letting out a noise between a gasp and a groan.
when your walls tightened around rafe's cock, he couldn't help it. his hips twitched, his hands on your thighs dug in deeper, pulling you into him while you were still twitching from your orgasm.
you could feel him. you could feel his cum painting your walls white, but you couldn't get yourself to care, still too dizzy from your own orgasm, rafe's forehead pressed against yours.
"this can... never happen again." you mumbled.
rafe chuckled, pulling back, making you feel the emptiness he left inside of you, "yeah. it can't."
you sat up, biting down on your lower lip, "after today. and... it is one in the morning right now. so technically..."
rafe grinned, pulling you close to him, "we have twenty-three hours."
💋 pervert!reader makes nerd!rafe speak to her while she rides him 𝟏𝟖+ ౨ৎ⋆˚。⋆
one of things you loved the most about riding rafe, was how vocal he was when you were doing that—no, not the cute little moans and whines you’d let out whenever you were intimate, even though you adored those little noises.
you loved to make him speak to you. more specifically, you liked to make him tell you strange facts.
you were straddling rafe’s lap, his cock nestled in you, your nails digging into his shoulders. rafe’s head was thrown back, looking at you through half-lidded eyes.
“i’ll move if you keep talking to me.” you cooed teasingly, pressing a featherlight peck on rafe’s lips, trailing a manicured nail over his jawline. rafe let out a breathy whine as you purposefully squeezed your walls around his cock, his voice unsteady, “p-please…” “you know what i want, rafe.”
"nnnghh…” rafe whined, squeezing his eyes closed and taking in a deep breath, “o-okay, uh, did—did you know, that, uh, the human body—fuck…” rafe let out a hiss as you started slowly lifting your hips, "it’s… it’s got enough graphite, to, uh, make 9000 p-pencils…”
you let out a soft giggle, biting down on your lower lip as you sunk yourself down on him again, deserving a whine from him. you rolled your hips, bringing your lips close to his ear and whispering, “continue…”
rafe’s hands were squeezing your thighs so hard; most of the time, his mind wouldn’t shut up for even a moment, but being buried inside of you felt so good, your walls so tight and warm around him, his brain seemed to short circuit.
you brought your hand to rafe’s hair, tugging on it in a way that made his dick twitch inside of you as he let out a yelp, and you let out a soft chuckle, moving your lips to his and whispering, “continue…”
rafe’s hips lifted off the bed, a breathy moan of his name leaving your lips as the head of his cock hitting the soft spot inside of you that made your head spin.
“nonono—” you whined, pulling your head back slightly, continuing to move up and down on his cock with a grin on your lips, “talk to me.”
“can’t… can’t think of anything…” rafe whined.
you stilled your movements, rafe buried in you, “you better. or i won’t let you come.”
at your words, rafe let out a strangled cry that you swallowed by pressing your lips against his, rafe’s hands trying to move you, only for you to keep yourself down as you deliberately squeezed your walls around him again.
“o-okay… uh, e is the most common letter… nnnghh… used in the english language.” you eased up; slowly starting to move again as he babbled, “it- it appears in, uh, 11% of english words.”
you smiled, one of rafe’s hands trailing to your breast as you started moving on his cock using a painfully slow pace.
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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 18+, language, smut, p in v, vaginal fingering, cnc? (does it without full coherent consent?) rafe kinda takes advantage of reader, slight exhibition risk, mention of head (m receiving) innocent!reader, mean!rafe towards the end, lots of dirty talk, slight daddy kink, slapping, slight mention of neglect, mentions of divorce, mentions of bourbon + weed + red bull
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: innocent!reader visits the cameron’s, as she does weekly, with her parents. but this time as she confides in the eldest cameron child and her best friend, rafe over her parents failing marriage, he attempts to comfort you…
𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: quick little mssg before you read this is my first ever fic i’ve wrote so im so so sorry if it’s absolutely awful! also please add in the comments or pm me if there are any warnings i forgot to include and any requests for a fic! enjoy angels! 🪽💐
you and rafe were inseparable.
still are.
since the early age of four in he’s been following you around like a lost puppy. constantly trying to get your attention, the poor boy. you often saw his constant need and struggle for someone to just care for him as an affect of his asshole of a father mainly bringing him up.
your parents just somehow managed to strengthen your bond with him by becoming closer to one another themselves. during your childhood and with rafe, your parents obviously drifted closer by spending practically every weekend together. of course they would, naturally. both your mother and his step mother, rose, are wealthy, snobby women of the upper side in the outer banks. and your fathers? please. they could be brothers.
ward cameron, business fiend and dickhead supreme, clearly is best suited to become bourbon drinking buddies with your father. every tuesday, thursday and saturday without a doubt your father is “invited” over to the cameron household. therefore meaning you and your mother have to come too.
now after years of these years and many similar nights, you don’t mind. i mean, you are visiting your little rafe…
knock knock knock
“darling i’m sure ward will love your bourbon you brought don’t worry dear” standing on the cameron manor porch, your mother attempts to reassure and calm your father by pressing a haste kiss to his stubbly cheek. smoothing down his suit, she shuffles backwards as he scoffs and glares at her.
“why wouldn’t he maria?! it’s bourbon from fucking germany, the best bourbon making country in the goddamn world.” father sighs, agitated once again. muttering something about her being a stupid woman. you stand there, behind them both. watching mother, her long, recently blown out hair floating in the wind, revealing the open back of her pastel blue sundress. and watching father too. his broad shoulders filling most of the imposing cameron manor front door’s frame. his grey suit reflecting him beautifully. bland and fucking boring. your hands start twisting with your silver bracelets and small golden rings as you try to become invisible. as you try to keep out of your parents fraying marriage and their ongoing petty arguments once again.
the door swings open.
rose cameron stands there, rafes step mother. her short blonde hair is recently bleached and shoved behind her ears. flaunting her iridescent mauve jumpsuit and boisterous, awfully chunky gold necklace. she paints a firm smile onto her matching mauve lips and pushes her hair even further behind her ears. the glow of the metal of the bangles on her wrist catch the setting evening sun and flash into your eyes, blinding you for a second.
“maria! damien! welcome!” she reaches forward and pecks your mother’s cheeks swiftly, peering over her shoulder at you in slight disgust. “i see you all made it fine! me and ward were awfully worried about the god awful weather in paris stopping you from flying home from france… he would be horrified if he missed his bourbon drinking date” rose smiles, her cheeks plastered with foundation, rising like cakes being baked. “oh silly me- come in come in! we have so much to talk about maria.. i mean we have to plan midsummers and the food and outfits- oh and damien, you know where ward is” she lets out a sharp chuckle and beams brightly. rose doesn’t even bother you a second glance as she ushers your parents inside, leaving you standing on the porch. the soft breeze playing with your hair.
what a bitch.. you sigh, your shoulders drooping. rafe must be upstairs like always.
you slide into the manor. quiet, invisible one again. pressing the grand double doors shut and starting to trail up the winding staircase.
after a moment climbing up the spiralling stairs and scurrying across the landing, you stop outside rafe’s door.
knock knock knock
“rafey? it’s me?” you murmur to the door, praying he’s inside.
a moment.
the door pulls open.
inside? stands rafe, low slung grey sweatpants, gold chain around his neck, red bull can in hand.
his room? you peek inside, well you try to. it’s mostly dark. all his blinds are shut, and the only light, apart from the glow of his flatscreen tv opposite his bed is crawling underneath his curtains. the hum of some faint song by someone like chase atlantic or the weeknd dances around the room and the faint smell of weed and aftershave wraps around you, embracing you into a warm, familiar hug.
“doll- i- hey” he smirks, before snatching your wrist and pulling you into his den.
he plops onto the crimson velvet couch at the end of his king size bed before drawing a blunt out of his pocket and dropping his empty red bull can onto the floor with a clatter.
holding the not lit blunt in his teeth, he grabs one of the stray hoodies laying on his floor before pulling it over his head. he flickers his lighter, pulled from his pocket and lights the blunt. takes an inhale and blows out a small cloud of smoke. “cmon bun” grinning ear to ear, he pats his thigh “sit, you know i don’t bite”
you giggle, a sweet melodic tune that dances throughout rafe’s brain.
fuckk…. he thinks..
he drags a rough hand over his face, making some attempt to clean his impure brain of the image of you on your knees in between his thighs with his thick cock wrapped around your pretty pink lips.
you toe off your polished black mary jane’s, leaving them by his bedroom door before pushing it shut quietly. you scuttle over, slipping and sliding all over his recently waxed hardwood floor with your pale pink frilly socks covering your small feet.
he smirks again.. this sweet, sweet girl.
“hi rafey” you murmur whilst you plop onto his lap with a faint thud.
“miss’d you bunny” he immediately lets his hands wander over your waist and he pulls you up so you’re laying back onto his chest as he grabs his playstation controller before starting to play his game. some fighting game no doubt.
“me too rafey..” you coo “im sorry i went away for so long.. france was boring, mom just wanted to drink and dad just wanted to scream at her..im here now though” you say before offering him a weak smile.
“oh bun.. they still rocky?” he hums, pressing you into his side more.
“mhm..i- uh- heard them yelling over some papers the other night too when i was trying to sleep.. its all going wrong rafey i’ve wanted to speak to you for ages but-” you mumble, turning your head so you can bury your lightly dolled up face into his bare bicep.
“oh pretty..” he sighs, stroking your hair like a puppy’s soft fur coat “it’ll be for the best if they divorce hm? yeah?”
“yeah.. you’re right.. i mean at least i might be able to at least sleep then? right?” trying to laugh at your own joke, you press your face further into his arm, turning slightly more so you can lay on his chest better.
“mh yeah good girl.. you can move in with me too if you want when i get my own place later this year hm? jus’ us two in a big house while i finish college yeah?”
“yeah.. uh- i’d like that… yeah..” you whimper. a tear. two tears. three. four. a stream. a river.
“shi- no no bunny don’t cry.. shh… sh..”
sobbing, you grasp his neck and cry softly into his shoulder.
blubbering uselessly, you try to form some coherent thought “b-but- m…m-my d-dad-d-daddy! n-no l…li-like me”
“don’t stress bun.. yeah? fuck your dad. that’s what i say.” he cradles your head, his golden rings that adorn each finger glint in the glow of his tv and his fingers rake through your hair, the playstation controller forgotten. “i can be your daddy for all you care bun.. let rafey care for you.. let me help you.. please pretty girl” he whines pathetically.
you nod mindlessly whilst continuing to whimper and sniffle into his chest.
you don’t even notice he’s manage to hike your baby pink floral print sundress dress up to your waist until his thick golden brown fingers dance along your inner thigh, trickling into your panties quietly.
“shh.. rafe’s got you bun.. focus on me hm?” you can almost hear the smugness melting off his tongue and into his speech, bastard.
you look down at your thighs, expecting to just see his hand squeezing and kneading the flesh. oh-! shit. when did he take my underwear off-.
a pinch, a stoke of your little nub. “r-rafe!”
“you like tha’ hm? shh.. shh.. dry those eyes babygirl.. no crying for rafe”
a finger.. or is it three? press inside of you suddenly.
“mh!” you whine like a needy puppy, for a different reason this time. not crying over your stupid parents, but your best friend.
“sh.” he hisses “keep quiet now, wouldn’t want mommy and daddy to find out their precious girl is being finger fucked by her best friend now would we?”
you shake your head, frantic. “n-no…”
“good girl.. open wide for rafe now” he taps your sealed lips with his cum slicked index and middle finger before forcing your soaked through pink lace panties into your waiting mouth. his fingers slide back down to your puffy folds and little hole, that’s currently clenching on air. trailing his middle finger down from your clit, he thrusts it in. the contrast of the cool metal of the ring on his finger and the warmness of your walls making you sharply inhale.
squelch squelch squelch
the wet, grotesque squelching sounds of his sound fingers thrusting into you and spreading your wetness around your folds fill the air.
another finger presses into your hole. roughly curling around the point, that fills your vision with stars and black, he found so well. so quickly.
eyes rolling back, you buck your hips, frantic. humping his hand, you groan. silently begging and pleading for permission to come.
“nuh uh, too soon bun.. i’ve not even got my cock out yet and you want to squirt all over my fingers?” he scoffs “pathetic slut” he spits at you, and a firm slap is delivered meanly to your pulsing folds making you jump.
suddenly, you’re not on his lap. you’re bent over the arm of the crimson couch, the plush velvet digging into your knees as rafe rams his mean cock into your folds from behind.
“uh-mh-mm!” you whine and squirm, pleading for more friction.
“if i knew you were this much of a slut my dick wouldn’t have left this tight cunt in years…” he pants, breathing heavily. “take it- mh.. some best friend you are” he chuckles as he bullies his cock into you, the angry red tip prodding your cervix, inching you closer to your orgasm every thrust. his balls burying into the curve of your plump ass. “oh bun- she’s just swallowing me whole.. greedy hole gripping my cock so well, taking rafey so well hm?”
despite his roughness, rafe continues to stroke your hair somehow comfortingly, tugging every few moments as the odd ring on his finger gets stuck in your locks.
“see bun? it’s okay, you’ve got me, fuck your parents yeah? jus’ need- m..me… rafe” he groans as he gets closer to his climax.
“god i’ve been waiting to do this for years..” he murmurs as he leans down to nibble your shoulder as he continues to ram into you unrelentingly, the wet sounds now more violent and vicious.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ this was a request i recently got! so many of my readers seem to miss this pairing but yall never send detailed requests! i love them sm and wanna write for them more.
PERVERT READER જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
for someone who didn't live exactly the best lifestyle, being a college student who lived mostly off of instant ramen and dining hall food that partied semi-regularly, you miraculously never seemed to get sick, aside from the occasional hangover. the last time you even got sick was when you were fifteen.
but one morning, as your phone rung with your morning alarm, there was a heaviness in your bones you hadn't felt in years, your head almost feeling as if it was detached from your body.
your arm felt like it was being weighed down by an anvil as you lifted it up to reach for your phone, managing to turn your alarm off, lying back and watching the ceiling spin before your eyes started feeling too heavy to keep them open.
moments later, you were startled awake by the sound of someone banging on your door, but instead of the morning sun that had greeted you, you were faced with a room that was mostly filled with darkness. you groaned, hurling one of your throw pillows at the door, only for you to hear a familiar voice calling your name from the other side of the door.
you were wobbly on your feet as you got out of bed, clutching the bunny plushie your boyfriend won for you at a fair, your head spinning as you held onto the walls of your dorm room, making your way to the door, pulling it open to have your dark dorm room be flooded with light that made the pain in your head worse, raising your hand to shield your eyes rafe's figure blurry in front of you, "i was so worried, i've been calling you the- what's wrong?"
you turned around, slouching towards your bed as your boyfriend plugged in the fairy lights you had set up in your room, much less stressful than the LED lamp hanging on your ceiling. "think 'm sick…" you mumbled as you collapsed back down on the bed, rafe closing the door behind him as he followed you to the bed, his brows knitting together with worry as he brought his hand to your forehead. "you're burning up..." rafe mumbled. "have you taken any medication?"
rafe's face was blurry, your throat too dry for proper words to leave your lips, so you simply shook your head. "i'll be right back." rafe leaned down to press a kiss on your forehead, "you'll be okay."
you weren't sure how long rafe was gone, fading back into unconsciousness, waking up when you heard your room door open and close, seeing rafe's figure enter, making his way to your bed and sitting down at the edge of it, "can you sit up for me?" he spoke softly, a whine of protest leaving your dry lips.
rafe propped up one of your pillows, helping you sit up in bed, a pill on the palm of his hand and a glass of water in his other hand, "here's some tylenol."
you took the pill, putting it into your mouth as rafe brought the glass of water to your lips, helping you wash down the medication before placing it down on your nightstand. "you'll be alright." rafe spoke softly as he brushed back some of the hair that had stuck to your forehead from sweat.
he took the ice bag he'd wrapped a towel around, bringing it to your forehead, a hiss of surprise leaving your lips, "this'll help your fever go down."
"'s cold..." you mumbled as rafe settled down next to you on the bed, pulling you into his arms and pressing a kiss on top of your head, "i'll keep you warm." "no... y'can't stay... i'll get you sick..." you mumbled through small coughs.
"shhh..." rafe stroked your head, "i don't care. let me take care of you." letting out a soft hum, you nuzzled into his embrace, your eyes starting to feel heavy again.
it took a few days for your fever to pass you and for you to slowly start feeling better, rafe staying by your side the entire time, taking care of you.
but on the first day you felt up to going back to your lessons, rafe hadn't answered any of the texts you sent him, and you already knew what was going on.
after your classes had finished, you went to a restaurant nearby, picking up soup, starting to make your way towards the boys' dormitory with a few other supplies you'd picked up on the way, knocking on rafe's door.
"rafe! it's me!" you called out, and after a short moment, rafe opened the door, hood pulled up over his head, his face pale white and a sheen of sweat coating it, pronounced bags under his blurry eyes. "i told you that you'd get sick." you tsked, leading rafe back to his bed, helping him lie back down.
"you really wanna pull the 'i told you so' card?" rafe let out a dry chuckle as you handed him a tylenol, helping him wash it down. "i'm a bit of a dickhead like that." you sat down at the edge of his bed and smiled softly, brushing hair away from his face as you placed a cold towel on his forehead. "i brought soup. i can feed it to you, but i will not do it like birds do."
"gross." rafe let out another dry chuckle, taking your hand in his, "thank you."
"don't thank me. just let me take care of you." you brought your lips to his forehead, pressing a soft kiss there before starting to dig through the takeout bag, taking out a bowl of vegetable soup and the plastic spoon that came with it. when you opened the container, you could still see steam floating away from it, scooping some with the black spoon and blowing on it gently.
"mmhm? you gonna take-" cough "-care of me forever?" rafe let out a another dry chuckle.
"until we're old and grey." you rolled your eyes as if the answer was the most obvious thing in the world, "now open your mouth, or i'm eating all the soup myself."
"you could use more vegetables." rafe smiled weakly, and you forced the soup into his mouth when it was open, "hothothot!"
"there's your vegetables." you smiled, but suddenly, rafe pulled you into his arms, a small squeal leaving your lips, "y'know, patients don't usually cuddle their nurses." you tease, pecking rafe's cheek.
"patients also don't usually love their nurses." rafe squeezed you, his eyes blurry as he looked at you, his voice scratchy, "but i love you anyway."
"and... i love you too." you smiled, stroking rafe's cheek as you settled in next to him on his bed, "i guess the soup can cool down for a bit." you moved your hand to his chest, tracing the indent of rafe's collarbones, "i'll always take care of you." you whispered.
"we'll always take care of each other." rafe mumbled, pressing a weak kiss to your jaw. "you're the only thing that will make me feel better."
"can i show you my last surprise?" you smiled, rafe letting out a huff of a laugh as you pulled your laptop out of your bag, placing it in front of you, and opening it with your fingerprint, a random website popping up.
"what's... what's this?" rafe furrowed his brows.
"star wars new hope."
"you don't like star wars." rafe chuckled dryly.
"but i like you. and it's a good way for me to get you to eat your soup. now focus." you kissed his cheek, pressing the space bar on your laptop before nuzzling into your boyfriend.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ inspired by back to you by peach prc! i was feeling yearnful. is that a word?
જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you were happy with diego.
he was a gentleman. on your first date, he'd brought you flowers, taken you to a museum, knowing how much you loved them, and to the hole in the wall restaurant you'd told him had the best food he'd ever tried.
he'd asked you to be his girlfriend by reciting a cheesy poem he'd written for you himself, his cheeks red as a tomato as he recited it to you.
diego was a sweetheart. he gave you the proverbial princess treatment, always giving you flowers, taking you out on nice dates, taking care of you when you were feeling bad, once picking you up from two hours away in the middle of the night when you were visiting your parents because you had an anxiety attack, making you breakfast in bed...
when you had sex, it felt more like making love than fucking. the two of you almost never argued, and when you did, they didn't take long to be resolved by talking things through. he was what most of your friends would refer to as a 'golden retriever'. you picked up good, healthy habits with him, going to pilates weekly, starting therapy,
it would kill diego to know that you still think about him. that you're still in rafe's fingers whenever you're with him.
you and rafe had known each other for your whole lives. everyone around you was sure that you'd end up together, getting married and living in a big house surrounded by a gaggle of kids...
and for a while, it was like that. you were together, and you were happier than you'd ever been before. you barely went anywhere without one another. when people spoke of you, it wasn't just you. it was you and rafe.
sometimes, even as diego was peacefully sleeping next to you on your bed, you got out of bed and went to your vanity, opening the wooden jewelry box and taking out the necklace rafe gave you, holding it to your heart, as if you were holding him.
your bedside lamp was the only thing lighting up your room as you read, wearing rafe's shirt that you always wore to sleep, when suddenly, you could hear a small knock against your window. you turned your head, but when you didn't find anything there, you assumed it to just be one of those noises old houses occasionally made.
but when it repeated, you furrowed your brows, scampering out of bed and making your way to the window, looking out into the darkness.
that was when you spotted rafe standing out there in your backyard, motioning for you to open the window. you did so, looking down in confusion, "what on earth are you doing here? it's the middle of the night!" you called out.
rafe cupped his hands around his mouth, quietly shouting, "come down here. i got somethin' for you."
you rolled your eyes, pulling the window closed and snatching your bathrobe off the hook on your door, wrapping it around you, checking yourself out quickly in the mirror before tiptoeing down the stairs, not wanting to wake up the rest of the house.
you left the backdoor slightly ajar behind you, rafe grinning widely when he saw you, striding towards you, as you began to question him, "why the hell are you-"
you were unable to finish your sentence, your boyfriend's hands cupping your cheeks, holding onto you as if you might disappear, his lips connecting with yours before you could even react, the kiss making you so dizzy you thought you would be knocked off your feet.
when rafe finally pulled away from the kiss, you were left breathless, looking up at him with half-lidded eyes, "what... what was that for?"
"happy birthday." your boyfriend grinned, pushing a strand of loose hair away from your face.
"it's not my birthday yet."
rafe held out his arm, and your eyes went to the watch he always wore on his wrist, only for you to see that it was a few minutes past midnight. "you're such a show-off." you laughed softly.
"i wanted to be the first one to wish my gorgeous girl happy birthday." rafe grinned, pulling something from the back pocket of his pants, showing you a black box, "want you to wear this tonight."
you opened the box, finding an oval locket that had an engraving of a rose on it, smiling down at it. "well, if you insist. will you put it on?"
"don't ask stupid questions." rafe grinned, and you turned around so your back was to him, holding your hair out of the way, feeling the cold metal on your chest as rafe clasped it on, leaning down to press a kiss on the back of your neck, a shiver running up your spine.
maybe it made you a twisted masochist, but sometimes you fantasized about bumping into him when you were out, you'd say 'fuck this' and run off into the sunset together.
unlike your relationship with diego, your relationship with rafe had never been even close to perfect; while a lot of it was good, rafe also had a temper. he could fly off the handle from minor things, and whenever an argument started brewing between you two, he'd leave, not answering your calls for hours, until he'd appear at your door with apologies, and when you'd inevitably lead him to your bedroom, he'd whisper sweet nothings and apologies into your neck as he fucked into you.
but it all got so much worse when rafe started using.
you knew rafe liked to party, and even though it was never your thing, you didn't mind that rafe did it. but lately, more often than not, he reeked of booze, his mouth tasting like whiskey whenever you kissed. you'd been meaning to talk about it to him, but you were still figuring out how to bring it up.
rafe was brushing his teeth in the bathroom adjoining to his room when you came up from behind him, wrapping your arms around him, getting on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his shoulder, the reflection showing the man's lips grinning behind the toothbrush.
"do you have any stamps? my friend sent me a postcard and i wanna send one back."
"you're so cute." rafe mumbled, mouth full of toothpaste, before he spat it out, "check my desk drawers. if you can't find one i'll just get one from my dad's office."
pressing a kiss on your boyfriend's muscular forearm, you let go of him, making a beeline to his desk. you pulled open one drawer, leafing through the contents, but you couldn't find anything. then you opened the next one, starting to go through the contents, but as you lifted a notebook, all the breath seemed to be knocked out of your lungs.
you lifted the small plastic baggy of white powder, inspecting it. you weren't an idiot; you immediately knew what it was.
the water stopped running in the bathroom, and you heard footsteps approaching, only for them to abruptly stop. you turned to face rafe, and you could see his adam's apple bob as he swallowed.
"what's this?" "you know what it is." he grumbled, starting to make his way towards you, "you know i sometimes try shit."
"yeah, when you're partying. but this was just sitting in your drawer." rafe cornered you, your ass digging into the desk, trying to reach for the baggy, but you held it away from him, "it's not just when you're partying, is it?"
rafe groaned, brushing a hand over his face and mumbling something incomprehensible.
it was all starting to make sense. why you'd been getting in more arguments, why rafe had been more irritable, the random shakes he'd sometimes get that you thought were from hangovers...
"rafe, how often?"
"just- just give it-" rafe's jaw clenched as you held the baggy away once again, avoiding eye contact with you until he turned to look at you with a coldness in his icy eyes that you'd never seen aimed at you before, your boyfriend snatching the baggy off your hand without another word as you felt your heart breaking in your chest.
"it's none of your fuckin' business." rafe mumbled, turning his back to you and striding to his nighstand, pulling open the drawer, slipping the bag there and slamming it closed.
your voice was shaky as you spoke, rafe's back still to you. "how... how often are you high when we're together?"
rafe groaned once again, turning to you, "it's just something i do sometimes! it's not a big fuckin' deal."
you shook your head, looking away from him, your lip slightly wobbly as you whispered, "i can't do this anymore."
"what?"
"i can't do this anymore." you spoke more confidently as you started pulling on the jeans you'd discarded on the floor, your eyesight slightly blurry with tears, alarm bells starting to ring inside rafe's head as he rounded the bed to you, taking hold of your arm, "c'mon, you don't mean that." rafe turned you around to face him, pulling you into an embrace, pressing a kiss on top of your head. "i can quit, i'll fuckin' flush it right now and i'll stop."
"rafe," you pried yourself from his arms, looking up at him, at the desperate look in his eyes. you realized you didn't recognize the person in front of you anymore. "it's- it's not just that. you... you're just not... you're not you anymore."
rafe swallowed, "so, what, this is it? no, c'mon, it's us." he cupped your cheeks, "we can get past this. don't leave me. i love you, and i know you love me. we can work through this."
"i… i can't." you pulled away, grabbing your bag, "i'm sorry."
you turned to walk away, hearing rafe call after you.
"fine! fucking abandon me like everyone does! fucking knew you'd do this!" you startled when you heard something crashing in his bedroom, but you kept walking.
it had been the last time you'd seen rafe. a few weeks later some of your friends told you that he had left town; they had no idea where he went, or when he'd be back, if he even was coming back.
you tried to move on. a few months later, you started going out with diego, knowing he'd had a crush on you for ages. he was good for you. he was good at love. maybe at one point you could learn to love him.
but every night you spent alone, you looked at pictures of you and rafe on your phone, wishing that he'd call you. you wanted, you craved the rush he used to give you. he was still the one who was in your dreams.
you'd reminisce about late-night drives you took to the edge of town, lying on the hood of his truck, talking for most of the night, about how every night you slept in his arms, it was the best sleep you'd ever gotten, about how every kiss caused electricity to run through your veins. you'd still wear his shirt when you slept, spraying his cologne on it.
and when your hand would slip into your panties, you'd think about all the words he mumbled into your skin as he thrusted into you, how he made your back arch off your bed, how he made you feel better than anyone ever could.
then you'd cry into your pillow, falling asleep wishing he were there.
diego had just dropped you off at home after you'd spent the evening with his friends. your parents were out of town, meaning that you had your house all to yourself, starting to play music through the speakers, swaying along to it as it echoed around the house. maybe you'd have a self-care night, do a face mask, have a nice bath-
your thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell, brows furrowing. you looked at your phone, but you didn't have any new notifications, and your friends were not the type to show up unannounced.
as soon as you pulled open your door, your jaw went slack.
"rafe...?"
you almost didn't recognize him as the same guy you last saw eight months ago; the bags that you thought might have been carved under your ex-boyfriend's eyes were gone, his head shaved and his eyes less lifeless as they once were. he looked like the boy you'd fallen in love with.
"you're back."
"i'm back." now there was a familiar grin on his face that still managed to make your stomach do backflips like it always had. you had about a hundred-and-one questions on your mind for him. where he had been, what he had been doing, why he's suddenly back...
"i missed you." rafe said, and the grin turned into a genuine smile.
but when those three words left rafe's lips, and that smile appeared, all the questions, except for one, left your mind, and you decided to get an answer for it by pulling rafe to you by the collar of his shirt, and pulling him into a kiss. and it still felt just as electric as it always had.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : obsessed stepbro!rafe , brief foot play , stepcest , very heavy somnophilia , mentions of forced intoxication and drugging , noncon , m! masturbation , forced cum eating , brief cum play , degradation and praise , fingers in mouths , light religious themes , light language .
𝒴ou’ve always been a heavy sleeper. the moment your head was against the comfort of a pillow, the day’s exhaustion would suffocate you and sleep would suddenly become your only sanctuary.
with a mind more righteous and less perverse, a younger rafe cameron took advantage of this in many ways whether that resulted in you waking up with a face full of childish drawings or even, on occasion, your bedroom being completely trashed. now that the two of you are older, rafe uses your sleeping patterns to his advantage differently.
the house is asleep. soft snores occupy each bedroom of tannyhill, all lights turned off and the darkness rafe has began to know far too well has swallowed not only the house but the whole of outer banks, the final sign he requires from the night before he begins to move. it doesn’t take long for him to find a soundless journey to your room, creaky floorboards memorised like scripture and your bedroom’s door familiar even in the dark. he winces at the small creak your door lets out as he twists the handle but quickly relaxes when your slow, slumberous breaths continue.
after cautiously shutting the door behind him, rafe steps into the unlit room with the reverence of a priest stepping into a chapel. his own delicate footsteps lead him to the edge of your bed until he sinks down onto the familiar mattress, a soft groan escaping him at the proximity alone.
he wastes no time in releasing his erection from the prison-like confinement of his boxers, already hard at the depravity of the situation and your skimpy nightgown. “ fuck. “ he curses at the sight of your sleeping silhouette, your legs and fleshly globes of ass now revealed as he uses one hand to gently push your nightgown up and the other to stroke his throbbing cock. defiled thoughts run through him as fast as his palm runs over his length, ideas of slipping something special into your drink at family dinner just to have you unconscious and under him like this for hours.
desperate for any of your flesh on him, rafe angles himself to rub the tip of his cock against your feet, groaning as he slides himself in between your toes until he’s frantic for more of you.
slowly sitting up, he takes a short stride towards the other end of your bed where your head is resting obliviously against the soft plush of your pillow. after checking your still enveloped in sleep, he begins to stroke himself once again, unable to stop the occasional groan or broken whimper erupting from the pleasure coursing through him at the sight of his sweet stepsister.
“ bet ya’d like this, hm? “ he murmurs, inching closer until he’s able to wipe the pink tip of his length against your cheek with a smug smirk. “ fuckin’ teasing me all day. “ memories of you bent over to reach the cup that he’d dropped earlier that day run through his mind, the sight of your lacy panties forcing him to cover his crotch in front of ward and your own mother when you had handed the cup back to him. he curses when cum spills from his cock onto your cheek, the view making him undeniably more aroused but also undeniably in an awkward predicament.
without thought, rafe caresses your cheek where he had planted his seed until his fingers are dripping with it and at last, sliding the digits into your parted lips. “ that’s it, shit, take your brother’s cum. “
he praises your sleeping form, shaking with excitement and adrenaline, before finally slipping his cock back into boxers with reluctance and pulling your blanket back over you. it’s not until he’s halfway down the hallway that your eyes begin to flutter open, the smell of rafe’s cologne and musk strangely strong.
naively, you shrug it off like always. he must’ve just been getting his laptop, you think, foolishly unaware of the laptop still sitting untouched on top of your bedside cabinet.
ITS SOMETHING AB SMUTS W RAFE GETTING HEAD LIKE AAUGHHH- please make one with him however you interpret it heheh
cw → mean!rafe (sorry i had to), blow job, deepthroating, face fucking, name calling ౨ৎ
“fuck, just like that.” rafe groaned from above you, thick thighs either side of your head and large frame towering above you. one hand planted in your hair and roughly tugging at the strands, forcing your head to bob faster and faster — other hand scrunching into a fist beside him. you were knelt on the floor, looking up at him through your thick, tear clumped lashes, nails digging into his beefy thigh.
“mhm, ‘just gonna take that dick, huh? yeah? you gonna be a good slut f’me and let me use your throat?” he asked, looking down at you with his half lidded, lust blown eyes. you gargled around him, doing your best to nod as you scraped at his thigh.
“huh? what was that? c’mon, sweetheart. use your words.” he mocked, knowing you couldn’t exactly talk right now. despite that, you pushed your head down until your nose was nuzzled against the neatly trimmed bush of dirty blonde pubes at his base, swallowing around his large cock. he groaned, tossing his head back briefly as his greasy bangs cling to his sweaty forehead.
“‘gonna fuck your face. you want that? bet you would, dirty bitch.” he all but laughed, both hands placing themselves either side of your head and gripping your hair for leverage. he began thrusting his hips forward, angry red tip hitting the back of your throat and making you gag.
he watched you, letting out guttural groans and growls, seeing your cheeks damp with tears and your perfect make up smeared, drool dripping down your chin.
but, you still gave him that wide, starry eyed look. it made him scoff.
“you’re such a slut, likin’ this shit.” he wrapped your hair around his wrist, feeling his abdomen tighten. he gave a few more aggressive snaps of his hips before letting out a growl, pushing your head all the way down until you were nose to pelvis.
he shot thick ropes of cum down your throat, the feeling nearly making you gag but you pushed it down. he let out a raspy breath, pulling you from him and letting you breathe for what felt like the first time in years.
you spluttered a cough, lungs burning and throat feeling hoarse. he leant down to you after tucking himself back into his brown khakis, hand going to cup your jaw.
“c’mon, open.” he mumbled, thumb piercing your lips and prying your mouth open like a misbehaving mutt.
you laid your tongue out flat, showing him you swallowed every last drop of his cum. he gave a curt nod, shutting your mouth for you and patting your cheek.
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ugh rafe being disgusting and degrading during sex?? #needthat neeeeedd neeeeed that!!! ^3^ need him to be so mean in bed
cw > mean!rafe, degrading, rough sex, and other disgusting rafe things ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১
“move y’r fuckin’ hand,” rafe hissed from above you, slapping your hand away from his abdomen— stopping your attempts to slow him down as you sobbed.
you don’t know what you did to piss him off so bad — he had been on edge all day, and all you did was ask if he was okay, and he just snapped.
“‘msorry! ‘m sorry, i–i am!” you hiccuped, writhing beneath him as he fucked you as if you meant nothing to him, his hands gripping your waist hard enough it’ll bruise.
he scoffed, reaching up one of his hands and slapping you across the face harshly, making you whine and touch the burning mark. he leant down, getting in your face.
“‘don’t give a shit if y’r sorry, a’ight? shut the fuck up.” he covered your mouth with his large hand, practically engulfing the entire lower half of your face.
“y’know you’re just here for me to use, yeah?” he asked while you clawed at his skin, nearly nose to nose with you — as if he was trying to intimidate you.
he felt your pussy clench around him, a new flood of wetness making a white ring form around the base of his thick cock that was driving into you.
he scoffed, scrunching his nose like he was disgusted at you — eyes narrowing like he was judging you.
“you like that? huh? y’r that much of a slut that — that you’re lettin’ me use you?” he pushed his hand harder against your skin, fingers digging into your cheeks.
you nodded with a pathetic whine, legs shaking as your hips twitched away from him, but your cunt clenched around him so tightly it pulled him closer.
he groaned, removing his hand to rest it beside your head to support him, looking down at where his cock was sliding in and out of you with ease, watching you stretch around him.
“dirty bitch,” he almost laughed, eyes narrowing at the way your neglected clit throbbed.
you cried, nails clawing down his chest and making him hiss in pain, snatching your wrists in one hand and shoving them away from him.
“don’t cry. you were beggin’ for this, pissin’ me off the whole day.” he huffed under his breath, not even looking up at you.
“it h–hurts!” you cried, tears streaming down your face and lips pulling into a pout, reaching out to hold him; which he begrudgingly let you.
“yeah? good. y’deserve this. so, uh, i don’t care if it hurts — shut the fuck up and take it.” he growled, groaning a little at the way your pussy spasmed around him.
you pulled him closer, placing shaky kisses across his cheek as you whined and moaned. he’ll admit — he nearly softened. nearly.
“i love you, i love you. love you s’much.” you repeated frantically as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching.
“oh my godd,” he groaned in exasperation, hand going to your face and pushing it into the pillow. “shut uuup.”
🌌 nerd!rafe gets shy over having morning wood with pervert!reader ₊˚⛅.ೃ࿔*:🌻・
it had taken some time for rafe to get comfortable with how sexual of a person you were compared to him. when you'd met, you had a lot more experience compared to his… complete lack of experience. you weren't shy about it, and rafe had no problem with it. he liked you, and something as trivial as to who you were with before him didn't matter.
even once your relationship got more intimate, rafe was still somewhat shy when it came to sex, especially initiating it.
you and rafe had spent the night staying up late watching movies on his laptop, with you in his arms, wearing a pair of rafe’s boxer shorts and one of his sweatshirts as pajamas, snuggling up to him and falling asleep halfway through the third movie.
rafe looked to you when he heard the soft snores you let out in your sleep, a small smile taking over his lips. he closed the laptop, putting it aside and reaching over to turn off the bedside lamp.
pressing a small kiss on your forehead, your boyfriend pulled you close before pressing his own eyes shut.
rafe was the first to wake up when the morning came, sunlight filtering in through the blinds. you'd turned around in rafe's arms in your sleep so your back was to his chest, but you were still letting out soft, dulcet snores in your sleep.
there was a slight warmth creeping up rafe's neck as he tried to adjust the bulge in his boxer shorts as discreetly as possible. no, morning erections weren't rare for him, but it seemed to especially happen every time he slept next to you.
usually he'd manage to get it in control before you awoke, but you started stirring in rafe's arms that he by now knew was a sign that you weren't going to be asleep for long.
you let out a soft mumble, still half-asleep, smacking your lips together as you spoke, your voice still heavy with sleep. "mornin'..."
"good morning, cutie." rafe leaned in to press a kiss on your shoulder, while trying to distance the lower half of his body away from you as an attempt to hide his... problem. "how'd you sleep?"
"i slept well." you turned around in rafe's arms to face him, a sleepy smile on your lips, "i always sleep well when i sleep next to you." "well, i'm honored." rafe brought his hand to your cheek, softly stroking the skin there with his thumb.
you brought your lips to rafe's, kissing him slowly, lazily moving your lips against his, pressing your body closer to his, a small grin appearing on your lips when you feel his erection through his boxer shorts, teasingly rolling your hips in a way that makes rafe let out a shaky breath as he pulls back from the kiss.
"sorry..." rafe mumbled, looking at you bashfully, his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks turning red.
"for what?" you laughed softly.
"that... seems to happen every time we sleep together. literally. but i, uh, usually have it under control before you wake up."
you let out a soft laugh, pushing rafe to lie on his back, moving to straddle him, "you're telling me we could've been having morning sex whenever i've slept over, but you decided to practice 'self control' instead?" you raised your brows playfully.
"i... didn't wanna make you feel... obligated."
you roll your eyes, tugging rafe's sweatshirt off your body and throwing it onto the floor, "i would be happy to help you with your problem." you grinned, before bringing your lips to his.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ rafe is looking after your daughter while you go out on a date.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ CONTENT TAGS ♥︎ fluff! ꒰ 𝟏𝐤 ꒱
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ happy valentine’s day!! i don’t have a valentine but i do have an imagination!!
MOUSE READER જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you hadn't been on a date since anastasia was born.
looking at your own reflection in the mirror, you smoothed down the floral dress you were wearing, turning around, trying to see yourself from every angle possible. having your daughter had made you feel somewhat insecure about your body, had caused you to question every single outfit you thought about wearing.
but then you thought back to how you'd met him.
you tried your best to take anastasia on a walk every day, knowing that fresh air was good for babies. now, the infant was sleeping peacefully in her stroller as you stood in front of the library shelf. you got on the tip of your toes, trying to reach a book that was on the top shelf, your fingers just about reaching it, only for a larger hand to easily pluck it up.
you turned to see a dark-haired man standing there, a smile on his lips as he held the book out for you, "here you go."
"thanks..." you mumbled softly, your cheeks feeling warm due to his closeness.
the two of you ended up talking for almost an hour, until anastasia started stirring and getting fussy, signaling that you should be getting home. however, you exchanged numbers with jonathan and you'd been texting each other the whole week, until he asked you on a date.
honestly, you looked much better now than you had on the day you'd first met him, or at least much more put together.
there was a knock on your door, and you pulled on your favorite cardigan, checking the clock. shockingly, not only was rafe on time, but he was actually five minutes early.
you went to the door, pulling it open to find your ex standing there, his hands in the pockets of his jeans; the injuries you'd patched up seemed to slowly be getting better. this time, instead of barging in, rafe waited for you to welcome him in.
as you held open the door, rafe walked in, looking around a little bit, "so, you were askin' me to look after stasia?" rafe turned to you.
"just for a few hours. i fed her, and i put her down a while ago, so when she wakes up, you're probably gonna have to change her. if she's hungry, there's some milk in the fridge that i pumped today, if she gets too fussy you can call me, my phone's gonna be unmuted, but if you can't get ahold of me, my mom's-"
"hey." rafe grabbed a hold of your forearms, stroking your arms with his thumbs, "anastasia and i will be fine. you've left me alone with her before."
"yeah, but that was a fifteen-minute walmart run."
"i can spend two hours with my daughter. if i feel like i can't, i'll call you immediately." you narrowed your eyes at rafe, only for rafe to widen his eyes.
"you're going on a date, aren't you?" you heard him mumble, your head nodding on its own. "i hope you have fun."
"if something-"
"-if something happens with our daughter i'll call you. if i can't get a hold of you, i'll call your mom. if i can't get a hold of her, 911." rafe laughed, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear, "i'm not an idiot."
"are you sure you're alright with this?"
rafe swallowed the doubts he was having, cupping your cheek and smiling reassuringly, "have fun. i'll be here."
throughout the entire night, the only thing on your mind was anastasia and rafe.
when jonathan asked questions about you, or about your interests, you found yourself thinking about your daughter, about her interests. when he asked for your favorite book, you found yourself forcing yourself to not say charlotte's web.
but when you opened the door to your home, you could hear rafe baby-talking, and the moment you looked to the living room, you saw anastasia lying on her play mat, little legs weakly kicking in the air as anastasia's eyes struggled to stay open.
it was the most adorable thing you'd ever witnessed.
"she’s good." rafe spoke, turning to you with a smile, "ana woke up a bit after you left. i think she sensed her favorite person wasn't there." he chuckled, "i changed her and fed her, but she was still screechin'. then i found this thing." rafe looked to the play mat. "i showed her a video of you and she immediately started laughin’ and clappin’."
"she did not start laughing when she saw me." you crossed your arms. "she did. swear to god." rafe smirked, taking your hand, "i'll prove it to you. but you owe me a kiss if she laughs." "deal."
rafe brought his lips to yours, your eyes widening as you found yourself responding to his kiss.
"just claiming my prize early." rafe mumbled against your lips before pulling you into another kiss.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ PAIRING ♥︎ frat president!rafe x sorority!reader
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ after hooking up with the guy you swore you'd never hook up with, you try your best to avoid him. but once you're faced with him again, you somehow end up in his bed, again.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ this is the second part to not interested! there might be a third and final part planned for this.
જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
after the night you'd spent together, rafe didn't see you around much, once again. even as he'd look around, watching your friends walk into one of their parties, you weren't with them. he wasn't sure if you were purposefully avoiding him, distancing yourself from rafe, or if you really just... couldn't bother.
nights like that usually ended up with rafe proceeding to get drunker and drunker as he kept waiting for you to hopefully show up. but each time it was all in vain.
but one night, at yet another one of the parties his fraternity was having, a girl approached him. lately, he'd mostly brush girls off or pretend to listen to what they were saying, but rafe recognized the girl.
it was a girl from the same sorority you were in, who'd been into rafe, and this wasn't the first time she was confidently strutting over towards rafe in a skimpy outfit similar to what she was wearing now. they'd hooked up once or twice, but rafe had steered clear of her after she'd gone around telling people they were together.
"hi, rafe." jessica smiled at him in a syrupy-sweet manner, the boy nodding his head in response as he took another chug from the plastic cup. he kept nodding his head every now and then for a while, pretending to listen as jessica blabbered on about something, until he suddenly interrupted her, "gotta ask you somethin'."
"yeeah, rafe?" jessica tilted her head slightly, twirling a blonde strand of hair around her manicured finger.
"there's this one girl in your sorority," rafe said, mentioning your name, "why isn't she here tonight?"
"oh, her? she stayed back, saying she was gonna read or something. she can be a real buzzkill sometimes. she gets real serious, and is always studying or somethin'."
"huh."
"so, back to my story. jason was basically dangling out the window and we were all telling him-"
rafe went right back to ignoring her.
the ache you caused to flare up in rafe's chest started to go so bad, that sometimes, when he was lying in bed, a joint between his lips, he'd search up your instagram user. it hadn't been difficult to find your account; you had your government name as your username.
the problem? your entire feed was filled with everything but you. aesthetically pleasing pictures of books you were reading, of movies you were watching, of other people, of animals you'd encountered... but your face was nowhere to be seen. the only reason rafe even knew it was your account was because of the tagged section; they were all clearly pictures of you with friends and family, that, and rafe happened to be following a lot of people who were following you. particularly people in your sorority.
rafe's finger hovered over the message button. god, he'd gotten so fucking pathetic. but it wasn't his fault! something about you had made him go insane, make him picture you under him, make him picture your smile, the first authentic laugh you blessed him with...
he was going fucking insane.
the first time you slept with rafe, you woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, next to a half-stranger, and as soon as you recognized the boy next to you, you wanted to scream your lungs out.
by some miracle, you'd managed to make it out of rafe's fraternity without anyone seeing you, and luckily, everyone in your sorority seemed to be fast asleep, and so you made your way to your room, one that you shared with a girl named leigh, who snored louder than you walked. you settled into bed with your heart pounding against your chest, taking one last look at your phone, only to see that it was 04:47, your vision blurring, forcing you to fall asleep with one thought repeating itself inside your head.
you'd never let it happen again. it didn't matter that you pictured rafe inbetween your legs as you were falling asleep... you'd never do it again. it was a mistake and you'd never repeat.
from then on out, you avoided every party you knew you would see rafe at like it was the plague, telling your fellow sisters it was because you were studying or reading.
but one night, after a month had passed from the morning you'd woken up next to the boy you swore you weren't thinking about, the boy you swore you disliked, your sorority sisters convinced you to go with them.
rafe didn't expect for you to show up. in fact, if anyone told him that you would, he'd laugh in their face. but he kept an eye out for you, and by some miracle... you appeared at the door, walking into the room with your arm linked with another girl from your sorority, laughing at something she said.
your eyes met, just for a short moment, and even though you looked away almost immediately, it sparked something in rafe, and the moment he saw you alone, he made his way to you.
and that's how you ended up waking up in rafe's bed yet another morning, and once you got back to your room, you told yourself it wouldn't happen again. again.
but somehow, it kept happening.
the next time it happened, you'd only avoided going to places where you'd see rafe for two weeks. the time after that, a week. and after that... you didn't avoid him at all.
even though you tried to resist it, you always managed to end up in rafe's bed, his hands on your hips as you rode him with your nails digging into his biceps, your head rolling back while rafe's hips bucked up to hit the spot no other guy had hit before; his thumb lazily rolling your clit to get you closer to your orgasm, only to take his thumb away the moment your walls started clenching around him to let him know you were close, the boy teasing you before finally letting you come.
you actually started settled into a routine; you'd fuck, regret it, and you'd swear to yourself it wouldn’t happen again, only for you to end up in his bed a few days later when you were horny. the whole routine was actually starting to fit you. until it didn't.
"i wanna go on a date with you." rafe blurted out, lying on his bed with his head leaning against his hand as you were getting dressed after one of your encounters.
"what?" you snorted, halfway dressed, pulling your shirt on before turning to look at the boy, the blanket covering his lower half. "no way."
"wow, don't sugarcoat it." rafe sighed, and you rolled your eyes as you pulled your shoes on, starting to lace them up, "we're not compatible, rafe. us? we're night and day." "we seem pretty compatible." he shrugged, "or at least that's what you thought last night."
"okay, yeah, we're sexually compatible, but our personalities? really? what we have right now is fun, it's carefree. let's not ruin it with something complicated, 'kay?"
"'kay..." rafe mumbled.
"i'll see you around." you grabbed your bag off the floor, not waiting for his response, leaving rafe to groan into his pillow.
as you closed the door to rafe's room, you brought your hand to your chest, taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes.
alright. this time had to be the last time. rafe seemed to be getting attached, and you certainly couldn't afford to get attached to him.
💋 housewife!reader plays a hinge prank on ceo!rafe ₊˚.🌹⋆⁺₊
it had always been sort of a guilty pleasure for you to play pranks on rafe that you'd seen online. he'd always roll his eyes at them, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips; you'd even revealed your pregnancy to him through one of these pranks.
pregnancy had made you feel fatigued, and due to it, your screentime on tiktok had skyrocketed, but as you were scrolling, one prank that you saw caught your attention, and it made you want to try it out on him.
after rafe had gotten home from work, your evening had gone as usual. you'd had dinner, talked about your respective days, and now you were lying on the couch, your feet strewn on rafe's lap as the tv played some action movie he'd put on, your husband rubbing your feet as he watched the movie, your phone in your hand.
"hey, rafe?" "mmhm?" your husband hummed, still focusing on the tv, "have you been talking to your friend josh? how's he been doing?"
rafe's brows furrowed, and he turned his head towards you, "i mean, we spoke the other day. he seems to be doing good." "oh, okay. everything alright with him and emily?"
"i mean, seems to be okay. why are you asking? has she said otherwise?"
"oh, no. nothing like that." you shrugged, "it's just that i saw josh on hinge."
"what?" rafe's eyes widened, "no, i don't think he'd do something like that." your husband grabbed his phone, "he'd tell me if something happened between him and emily. let me text him." "mmhm."
"okay so when did you- wait."
rafe's eyes widened in realization and his attention turned from his phone to you, "why were you on hinge?" "huh?" "you said you saw him on hinge. why were you on hinge?"
you locked your phone, biting down on your lower lip bashfully as you put your phone down with a shrug, rafe's face turning serious, his voice dropping, turning icy. "why the hell were you on hinge?" rafe made a grab at your phone, only for you to move it further away, making your husband stare at you in a way that made chills run down your spine.
suddenly, you burst into laughter, rafe's expression of anger turning into that of confusion as you covered your face with your hands as you laughed.
"why are you laughing?"
"i'm sorry, baby." you spoke between chuckles as your laughter died down, cupping his cheeks and pulling him closer to you, pressing a quick peck on his lips, "it was a prank, it was a dumb prank."
rafe raised his brows, a dumbfounded look on his face, "are you fucking kidding me?"
"i'm sorry, i am." you moved your hands to his shoulders with a sweet, pleading look on your face, "it's a stupid thing i saw on tiktok, where you tell your boyfriend you saw their friend on a dating app."
"wasn't funny."
"i'm sorry. i won't do it again, promise." you pouted, climbing onto rafe's lap, straddling his muscular thighs, "i love you, baby. only you. let me make it up to you."
rafe narrowed his eyes for a moment, his hands going to your hips "mmhm? how are you gonna do that?" rafe's lips quirked up just slightly. "should limit your time on that fuckin' app."
"well, let me show you how i can make it up to you." you whispered, bringing your lips to his.
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HOUSE OF BALLOONS TRILOGY WRITING MARATHON . . . fic #2
the country club gala drags on under crystal chandeliers, the air thick with champagne flutes clinking and low murmurs of the outer banks elite. you're draped in a sleek black gown that hugs every curve, rafe's arm possessive around your waist as he navigates the crowd. his tux fits like sin, shoulders broad.
all night, his touches linger. fingers brushing your hip, breath hot on your ear during small talk. by the time you're back in the cameron mansion, the buzz from stolen sips of liquor and his proximity has you aching, core throbbing with unmet need.
rafe kicks the door shut behind you, shedding his jacket with a smirk that says he knows exactly what's brewing in you. the foyer echoes with your heels as you turn to him, hands already tugging at the zipper of your dress. "rafe," you breathe, voice husky, the fabric pooling at your feet to leave you in lace panties and nothing else. your nipples harden in the cool air, skin flushed from the evening's tension.
he doesn't move at first, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, eyes raking over you like he's appraising a prize.
"look at you, all worked up from a little party." his tone's teasing, dominant, that edge sharpening as he unbuttons his shirt slowly.
"touch yourself. show me how bad you want it."
you hesitate for a beat, but the heat between your legs demands obedience. sinking onto the plush rug in the living room, you spread your thighs wide, panties shoved aside. your fingers find your clit first, swollen and slick, circling with urgent pressure. a gasp escapes as you dip two fingers inside your pussy, thrusting shallow at first, the wet sounds filling the quiet space. rafe watches from his spot on the couch, legs spread, one hand palming the growing bulge in his pants. his gaze burns, making your movements frantic — fingers plunging deeper, curling against your walls, thumb grinding your clit.
"fuck, that's it," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "pump that cunt harder. pretend it's my cock splitting you open." you obey, adding a third finger, stretching yourself as your hips buck. the build is swift, pleasure coiling tight in your stomach, breaths coming in pants. your free hand pinches a nipple, twisting until it stings, chasing the edge.
you're close — so close — orgasm hovering when rafe's voice cuts sharp.
"stop. now."
your hand freezes, fingers buried deep, a whine ripping from your throat as the denial hits. trembling, you pull out, slick coating your hand, pussy clenching around nothing. he stands, towering over you, shedding the rest of his clothes until his cock springs free, thick, veined, tip already leaking.
"on your knees," he commands, and you scramble up, mouth watering at the sight. your lips part, tongue flicking out to lap at the head, tasting him.
rafe groans, hand fisting your hair as you take him in, sucking deep. you bob your head, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping down his dick, making him glisten. his hips twitch, fucking your mouth shallow at first, then deeper, hitting the back of your throat. gags bubble up, but you relax, letting him use you, your tongue swirling the underside, lips sealed tight.
"get it wet, baby. slobber all over my dick," he growls, thrusting steady. tears prick your eyes from the stretch, but the ache in your core flares hotter. you hum around him, the vibrations pulling a curse from his lips, spit trailing from your chin. he pulls out with a pop, cock shiny and throbbing, strings of saliva connecting you.
rafe hauls you up by the arm, spinning you to bend over the armchair. your hands grip the fabric as he kicks your legs apart, the head of his cock nudging your entrance. "beg for it," he demands, teasing with shallow dips.
"please, rafe, fuck me. need your cock inside," you whined, pushing back. then he slams home with one brutal thrust, burying to the hilt, balls slapping your clit. the fullness rips a moan from you, walls fluttering around his length. he doesn't wait, hips snapping forward in a punishing rhythm, each drive pounding that spot deep inside.
"this what you needed? my dick ownin' this pussy?" he grunts, hand cracking against your ass, the sting blooming heat. you nod, cries muffled into the chair as he grips your hips, bruising.
his pace turns relentless, cock dragging out slick and plunging back, the room echoing with skin on skin. sweat beads on your back, his chest pressing close as he reaches around to rub your clit — fast, rough circles that make stars explode behind your eyes.
orgasm hits like a wave, crashing hard. your pussy spasming around him as you scream. he doesn't relent, fucking through it, chasing his own release. "gonna come, fuck — fill you up," he rasps, thrusts erratic now. and then he releases, hot spurts flooding you, his groan vibrating against your skin as he grinds deep.
he pulls out slow, cum leaking down your thighs. rafe spins you, kissing you messy and deep, hands gentle now on your waist.
bpd!rafe is so canon to me it’s insane, my brain physically won’t process him any other way, especially since i read an explanation on his habits that are bpd related :p