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bf!rafe fucking plus-size!reader

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warnings — reader has low self esteem, soft!rafe, praising, unprotected sex, lewd language

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"stop hiding," rafe murmurs, his large hands gently but firmly pulling your arms away from your stomach. "i want to see you. all of you."

you're sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, trying to curl in on yourself, the harsh light making you feel exposed and vulnerable. but rafe isn't having it. he's kneeling on the floor between your legs, looking up at you like you're a deity he's been waiting to worship. his eyes are dark, dilated, and fixed on the soft roll of your belly and the curve of your thighs.

"rafe, turn off the light," you whisper, shame burning your cheeks.

"no," he says, leaning forward to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the stretch marks on your hips. "i love this light. it shows me everything i own."

he runs his hands up your thighs, his fingers digging into the plush flesh. he groans, a deep, satisfied sound, as he squeezes your softness. he loves that he can grab onto you. he loves that you aren't hard angles and bones.

"you feel so good," he growls, burying his face in your stomach. he turns his head, nuzzling into your skin, inhaling your scent. "so soft. so much of you to hold. do you know how hard this makes me?"

he proves it by grabbing your hand and pressing it to the painful erection straining against his trousers.

"you drive me crazy, baby. every fuckin' inch of you."

he pushes you back onto the mattress. you try to cover your chest, feeling heavy, but rafe pulls your hands away and pins them above your head. he climbs over you, his body covering yours, and the weight is grounding. he kisses your neck, his hand roaming down to cup your breast, molding the heavy weight in his palm.

"look at these," he praises, thumbing your nipple until it hardens. "perfect. i could suffocate in them."

he unzips his pants, freeing himself. he doesn't just shove inside. he takes a moment to rub his cock against your thigh, against your stomach, slicking you with his pre-cum, worshipping the friction of your skin against his.

"open those beautiful legs f'me, baby," he commands softly.

when he enters you, he sighs — a long, broken sound of relief. he sinks deep, filling you completely. the way your body cushions his impact drives him wild. he fucks you with a slow, heavy rhythm, his hips slapping against your ass.

"i love feeling you shake," he whispers, watching the way your thighs tremble, the way your breasts move with his thrusts. "i love watching you take me. s'like you were made for me."

he leans down, kissing you deeply, swallowing your moans. he wraps his arms around you, holding you tight, burying himself as deep as he can go. he wants to be enveloped by you forever.

"tell me you see what i see," he demands breathlessly, picking up the pace, his hips grinding into yours with a desperate, possessive rhythm. "tell me you know how beautiful you are when you're wrapped around my cock."

"i… i see it, rafe," you sob, overwhelmed by the pleasure and unrelenting praise.

"good. because i'm never letting you go. i'm gonna worship this body every night until you believe it."

he speeds up, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. he grabs your hips, his fingers sinking into your soft flesh, leaving marks that you'll see in the mirror tomorrow — marks that say rafe belongs to you. he loves the way you look beneath him, flushed and shaking, your curves filling his hands, your, softness yielding to his hardness.

"m'gonna fill you up," he groans, his forehead resting against yours, sweat dripping from his brow. "m'gonna fill my cum deep inside you, baby. shittt-"

the words shatter you. you clamp down on him, your inner walls spasming around his cock. rafe roars, a primal sound of victory, and drives one final, devastating thrust into your womb. he holds you there, pinned to the mattress, as he erupts.

he pours hot, thick ropes of seed deep inside you, flooding you with his love. he shudders violently, emptying himself completely, refusing to pull out even as the waves subside. he collapses on top of you, his heavy weight pressing you into the mattress, enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth.

he stays buried inside, his chest heaving against your breasts. he reaches down between your bodies, his hand resting flat on your lower stomach. he strokes your soft skin reverently.

"perfect," he whispers into the silence, kissing your soft lips. "absolutely perfect. don't ever try to hide from me again."

using a fleshlight on nerdy bsf!rafe

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warnings — sub!rafe x dom!reader dynamic, use of toys (fleshlight), use of nicknames (mommy), rafe wears glasses, lewd language

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rafe is a mess. a beautiful, whimpering, overstimulated mess spread out on your duvet. his glasses are askew, fogged up from his heavy breathing, and his hands are gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles are white. you're kneeling between his legs, holding the clear silicone fleshlight you bought specifically for this moment — specifically to break his brain.

you haven't even put it on him fully yet. you're just teasing the head of his rock-hard cock with the textured entrance, swirling the cool, lubed silicone around the sensitive slit. every time you make contact, rafe's hips buck off the mattress, a high, desperate whine tearing from his throat.

"s'it too much, rafey?" you tease, not stopping.

"it just feels weird… it feels good… fuck, please put it on," he begs, his voice cracking.

you smirk and slide the toy down. the suction noise is loud — a wet shhh-luck that makes rafe gasp. his eyes roll back in his head as the textured sleeve engulfs him completely. you don't move it yet. you just hold it there, letting him adjust to the tightness.

"oh god," he breathes, trembling. "it's squeezing me so hard."

you start to pump it. slow at first. up and down. rafe bites his lip, trying to stay quiet, but he can't. he starts making those noises you love — soft, pathetic whimpers that sound like a puppy begging for a treat.

"mmmph… s'too fast. ah-"

you speed up, twisting the toy at the bottom of each stroke to stimulate the head. rafe loses it.

"c-can't take it," he whines, his hips snapping up to meet your hand. "feels too good. m'gonna cum too soon, mommy."

"go ahead," you whisper, watching the way his veins bulge against the silicone. "cum for mommy. ruin the toy with your cum."

"m’gonna cum… m’gonna cum…"

he arches his back, a long, broken cry ripping from his chest as he explodes. you watch through the clear toy as he erupts, spurting thick, white ropes of cum that coat the inside of the sleeve instantly. he keep twitching, jerking against your grip, completely overwhelmed by the sensation.

he collapses back onto the pillow, panting, his chest heaving. he pulls his glasses off and rubs his eyes, looking absolutely wrecked.

"that was fun, mommy," he smirks, looking at you with big eyes. "we should do that again."

dilf!rafe using you as his cockslut

this is a little different than the dilf!rafe series. i made it so she's his secretary in this one, hope you don't mind!

warnings — AGE GAP, cheating (i don't condone this), nicknames (baby girl), public sex (while rafe is in a meeting), degradation, toxic!rafe, dom!rafe, oral (male!rec), unprotected sex, lewd language

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the ink on the nda you signed ten minutes ago is barely dry, but rafe doesn't care about paperwork right now. he only cares about the fact that his zipper is down and you're on your knees under his massive oak desk, right where he told you to be.

"don't stop," rafe grunts, his hand tangled in your hair, guiding your rhythm. "nice and deep. take it to the back of your throat. doing so good f'me, baby girl."

he's leaning back in his executive chair, one hand gripping the armrest, the other controlling your head. he's on a conference call — muted, thank god — but his eyes are fixed on the ceiling, glazed over with pleasure. he treats your mouth like a sleeve, fucking into it with slow, arrogant thrusts that stretch your jaw to the breaking point.

"you're good at this," he murmurs, looking down at you with a detached, appreciative smirk. "much better than my wife. you swallow everything, don't you?"

you can't answer, your mouth completely full of him, but you make a muffled sound of agreement, looking up at him through watery eyes. he loves that look — the absolute submission of it. he un-mutes the call for a second to bark an order at someone, his voice steady and commanding, before muting it again and thrusting brutally deep into your throat, making you gag.

"yeah, choke on it," he whispers, the sound of your distress turning him on more than the friction. "show me how much you want to please me. you like being my little cockslut, huh?"

he pulls out suddenly, leaving you gasping for air, saliva trailing from your lips. he stands up, looming over you, buttoning his shirt halfway but leaving his cock exposed.

"on the desk," he orders. "now."

you scramble up, sweeping his files aside. he bends you over, hiking your skirt up and ripping your panties aside. he doesn't prep you. he spits on his cock and shoves it inside you in one go. you scream, your hands gripping the edge of the desk.

"fuck, you're so tight," he groans, slapping your ass hard. "take it. take all of it."

he pounds into you with the efficiency of a machine. it's not about intimacy; it's about release. he checks his watch on his wrist while he fucks you, ensuring he finishes before his next meeting. the sheer disrespect of it makes your pussy clench around him, desperate to please.

"m'gonna fill you up," he warns, his pace quickening. "m'gonna leave you dripping under my desk while i take this next call."

he erupts deep inside, groaning your name as he floods your womb with hot seed. he pumps into you until he's dry, then pulls out immediately. he zips up, fixes his tie, and sits back down in his chair as if nothing happened.

"i expect you to be under my desk by the time i enter my office tomorrow."

rafe cameron plinks pt.3 ! — MDNI, LINKS LEAD TO NSFW X/ TWITTER LINKS

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bsf!rafe who….

loves eating you out

likes playing games while u ride him

uses you as his little cock slut

let’s you give him a handjob

loves when you give him head pt.1

loves when you give him head pt.2

loves slapping your pussy for punishment

loves rough sex w. you

loves to creampie your holes

loves watching u play w. ur pussy

loves to finger fuck you

is obsessed w. your tits

maybe where reader is deliberately showing out a party so he teaches her a lesson? smutish however you see it going

i love ur worksss

dom!rafe punishing you for flirting

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warnings — jealousy, public sex (in a coat room with people outside), nicknames (good girl), slight orgasm denial, unprotected sex, lewd language

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the music is loud, thumping bass that vibrates the floorboards, but rafe's grip on your upper arm is grounding, painful, and terrifyingly real. he dragged you out of the party the second he saw you laugh at topper's joke — a laugh that was a little too loud, a hand that lingered a little too long on topper's bicep.

now, you're in the coat check room, shoved up against a rack of expensive furs and leather jackets. the door is locked. the party is a muffled roar outside, but in here, the air is thick with rafe's fury.

"you think that was funny?" rafe hisses, crowding you, his body a wall of heat and muscle. "flirting with my best friend right in front of me? do you want him to fuck you, is that it?"

"i was just talking, rafe—"

"you were begging for attention," he interrupts, his hand sliding up your throat to tilt your head back, forcing you to look at his dilated pupils. "well, congratulations. you've got my attention now. let's see if you can handle it."

he doesn't kiss you. he spins you around and slams your chest into the wall. he hikes your dress up with one hand, bunching the fabric at your waist, while his other hand rips your panties down. the sound of tearing lace is loud in the small room. he kicks your legs apart, forcing you into a wide, vulnerable stance.

"you wanted to show off?" he growls, unzipping his pants. "then show this off."

he drives into you dry, without warning. you scream into the coats, the sound muffled as he stretches you open. he's huge tonight, fueled by anger and adrenaline, filling you completely with a single, brutal thrust.

"rafeee. it hurts."

"it's supposed to hurt," he snaps, grabbing your hips and pulling you back onto him as he starts a punishing rhythm. "you need to be reminded who owns this pussy. is it topper? does topper make you scream like this?"

"no, only you," you sob, the pain melting into a blinding, intense pleasure as he hits your g-spot with ruthless precision.

"that's right. only me."

he fucks you hard, his hips slapping against your ass with a wet, rhythmic impact. he leans over you, biting your shoulder, your neck, leaving marks that everyone will see when you walk back out there. he wants them to see. he wants every guy at that party to know exactly what you were doing in that coat room.

"m'gonna wreck you, pretty girl," he pants against your ear, his hand moving around to grind against your clit. he's rough with it, overstimulating you. "m'gonna fuck you until you can't even stand up to flirt with anyone."

"please, rafe… m'close…"

"not yet," he orders, stopping his hand but keeping his hips pounding. "you don't cum until you tell me who you belong to. say it."

"i belong to you, rafe," you wail, desperate for release. "m'only yours."

"good girl."

he resumes the stimulation, harder than before. you shatter, your body convulsing around his cock, your legs shaking so hard you almost fall. rafe catches you, holding you up against the wall as he finds his own release. he roars, burying himself deep, pumping load after heavy load of cum into you. he marks you inside and out, leaving you dripping and breathless.

he pulls out, letting you catch your breath. he zips his pants, fixes his hair in the mirror, and looks at your disheveled form.

"look at you, with my cum leaking down your leg… good. let it drip. i want you to feel me running down your leg all night."

being bf!rafe's fucktoy

i changed it up a bit so she's not running away, sorry!

warnings — corruption, degradation (use of the word 'slut'), toxic!rafe, car sex, unprotected sex, lewd language

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your breath is still hitching from the sprint down the block, but rafe doesn't care about the effort it took for you to get to him. he only cares that you're finally within reach. the passenger door of his range rover hasn't even fully clicked shut before his hands are on you, rough and demanding, hauling you over the centre console until you're straddling his lap.

he doesn't kiss you hello. he doesn't ask how you are. he grips your hips, lifting you up until your head brushes the roof of the car, and impales you onto his waiting cock. he's already fully erect, thick and unforgiving, and he drives into you with a singular, brutal motion that knocks the wind out of you. you cry out, your head falling back against the headrest, as he fills you completely, stretching you open in the cramped darkness of the car.

this is the deal. you are his girlfriend in name, but in practice, you are his toy. you exist to sneak out, to open your legs, and to take whatever frustration rafe needs to unload. and god help you, you love it.

"look at you," rafe sneers, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing your breasts through your tank top. "sneaking out like a little thief just to bounce on my dick. you have no shame, do you?"

"no," you moan, grinding down on him, feeling him hit your cervix. "i just wanted… i needed you, rafey."

"you need to be used," he corrects, snapping his hips upwards to meet your descent. "you needed to be reminded of what you're for."

he sets a punishing rhythm, his hands bruising your hips as he forces you up and down on his shaft. the friction is intense, the heat in the car suffocating. he bites your neck, leaving marks that you'll have to hide with a scarf tomorrow morning. he loves marking you up, loves knowing that you have to sneak back into your 'good girl' life covered in his prints.

"bouncy little slut," he murmurs, watching your face twist in pleasure as he drives deeper. "you like being my toy? you like knowing i can snap my fingers and you come running?"

"yes," you sob, your hands tangling in his hair. "yes, rafey, please."

"then take it all."

he grabs your waist, holding you down as he starts to piston his hips violently. the car rocks on its suspension, rhythmic and obvious to anyone walking by, but rafe doesn't care. he wants you to break. he wants you to scream. he grinds his thumb against your clit, overstimulating you until you're a shaking, incoherent mess.

"m'gonna fill you up," he warns, his voice rough. "m'gonna pump you full so you have to waddle back home dripping my cum. think your dad will notice?"

the threat sends you over the edge. you convulse around him, your walls clamping down hard. rafe groans, burying his face in your neck as he erupts. he unloads wave after wave of hot seed deep inside you, marking you from the inside out. he holds you there, twitching, until he's completely empty.

"look at that… messy, shaking, and marked up. just the way i like to leave you."

dilf!rafe trying to resist you

an alternate version of 'fucking dilf!rafe while babysitting' where rafe tries to resist. i honestly like this version better 😬

warnings — AGE GAP, cheating (i don't condone this), unprotected sex, lewd language

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"stop it. i mean it," rafe grits out, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the granite countertop. his voice is rough, strained, like a man holding back a tidal wave. "sofia will be home in an hour. you're the babysitting. i'm… i'm your boss."

but his actions betray his words. he has you backed into the corner of the pantry, the door shut to hide you from the rest of the house. he's pressed against you, his heavy body trapping you, and you can feel the undeniable hardness of his cock through his trousers grinding against your hip. he's trying to be the responsible adult, the good husband, but the way his eyes are devouring your low-cut top tells a different story.

"you don't want me to stop," you whisper, bold and reckless. you twist your wrists in his grip, rubbing your thumbs against his pulse points. his heart is racing. "if you wanted me to stop, you wouldn't have followed me in here. you wouldn't be this hard."

"i'm hard because i'm a man and you're parading around my house in that fuckin' skirt," rafe growls, his resolve cracking. he drops his forehead to rest against yours, squeezing his eyes shut. "fuck. you're poison. i should fire you."

"fire me then," you challenge, moving your hips forward to brush against his bulge. "or fuck me. but don't stop pretending you don't want to."

rafe lets out a shuddering breath. he opens his eyes, and the darkness in them steals the air from your lungs. the battle is lost.

"fuck it," he mutters to himself.

he kisses you like a starving man, devouring your mouth with a bruising intensity. his hands leave your wrists to tear at your clothes, popping buttons, shoving fabric aside. there is no finesse. it's a frantic, guilty scramble for skin. he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and you feel the cold metal of his belt buckle against your bare stomach as he fumbles with his zipper.

"this is the last time," he pants, freeing himself — thick, heavy, and leaking pre-cum. "after this, you're gone. i can't have you around me. can't look at you. can't touch-"

he fucks you with a rhythm that screams conflict. he pulls you close, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your scent like it's a drug he's trying to quit. then he pushes you back, staring at you with resentment for making him feel this way.

"why are you so tight?" he groans, slapping your ass as he pounds into you. "why do you fit me better than she does? it's not fair."

"because i'm yours, rafe," you moan, wrapping your arms around his neck. "just admit it."

"i can't," he chokes out, speeding up. "i can't be yours."

but his body disagrees. he hammers into you, harder and faster, chasing the oblivion where he doesn't have to think about his marriage or his morals. he hits your cervix with every thrust, making you see stars. he's relentless, using you to purge his guilt.

"m'gonna cum," he warns, his voice wrecked. "don't make a sound. take it."

he erupts inside you, shouting a curse against your skin. he floods you with hot, forbidden seed, holding you tight as he empties himself completely. he stays there, panting, his forehead resting on your shoulder, the guilt already starting to creep back in as his pulse slows.

"get dressed," he mutters. "but leave your panties here. i might need them later."

teasing inexperienced bsf!rafe

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"please… you can't just leave me like this," rafe whines, straining against the silk ties binding his wrists to the bedposts. his chest is heaving, slick with sweat, and his erection is painfully hard, twitching against his stomach with every desperate breath he takes.

you ignore him, humming softly as you turn to the full-length mirror. you're wearing nothing but a pair of sheer black stockings and heels, your back to him. you catch his reflection in the glass — his eyes are wide, dilated, tracking your every movement with the hunger of a starving animal.

"i can do whatever i want, rafe," you tease, picking up your lipstick. "you're the one who wanted to be tied up. you said you wanted to be a good boy and wait for me."

"i am waiting," he protests, his voice cracking. "but looking at you… fuck, it hurts. you look so good, mommy. please, just touch me. just once."

"touch you?" you turn around slowly, uncapping the lipstick. instead of applying it to your lips, you run the cool metal casing down your neck, over your collarbone, and circle your nipple. rafe lets out a strangled groan, his hips bucking off the mattress involuntarily. "why would i touch you when i can touch myself?"

you drop the lipstick and slide your hand down your stomach. rafe watches, mesmerised, as your fingers slip in between your legs. you aren't gentle. you spread your lips, revealing the pink, glistening slickness to him, and start to rub your clit with a slow, deliberate circle.

"watch," you command softly. "watch what happens when i think about going to that party without you. watch how wet i get thinking about all the other boys looking at me."

"no," rafe chokes out, tears of frustration pricking his eyes. "don't think about them. think about me. m'right here, mommy. m'so hard for you."

"are you?" you speed up your rhythm, your breath hitching. you slide two fingers inside yourself, pumping in and out with a wet shhh-luck sound that fills the silent room. "then prove it. watch me cum. don't look away. if you close your eyes, i'm leaving you tied up here all night."

rafe's eyes snap wide open, terrified and aroused. he watches as your hand moves faster, blurring against your slit. he watches your head fall back, your mouth opening in a silent scream of pleasure. he watches your knees buckle as the orgasm hits you, your body trembling, juices coating your hand and dripping onto the carpet.

he sobs, pulling uselessly at his bonds. "god, you're beautiful. please. i can't take it anymore. let me help. let me taste you."

you take a moment to recover, catching your breath. you look at him — sweaty, desperate, completely undone by the sight of your pleasure. the cruelty melts away, replaced by a sudden, sharp need to feel him inside you.

"you want help?" you whisper, walking over to the bed. you climb on top of him, straddling his waist, your wet heat pressing against his throbbing cock.

"yes," he begs, looking up at you with pure devotion. "please. use me. i'll be good."

you reach down and guide him into you. he gasps as you sink down, swallowing him whole. he feels incredible — thick, hard, and so grateful to be inside you that he's practically vibrating.

"oh fuckkk," he moans, his head falling back against the mattress. "you feel so good. so tight."

you start to ride him, slow and deep at first, savouring the fullness. rafe, despite his inexperience, is a natural. he creates a perfect rhythm with his hips, bucking up to meet you, hitting your sensitive spots with an eagerness that makes you moan. he's attentive, watching your face for every reaction, desperate to please you so you won't leave.

"am i doing it right?" he pants, his eyes locked on yours. "does it feel good?"

"it feels perfect, rafe," you admit, leaning down to kiss him messy and hard. "you're such a good boy."

the praise undoes him. he drives into you harder, faster, chasing his own release after getting your approval to do so. he fucks you with a frenzied, worshipful intensity, muttering about how much he loves you, how much he loves being inside you. when he finally explodes, he cries out your name, arching off the bed to pout himself into you, shaking with the force of his love and lust.

you collapse on his chest, feeling his heart hammering against yours.

"you made such a mess of me… looks like i have to stay here and let you clean me up."

rough jealousy fuck w. bf!rafe (pt.3)

one two (this is a direct continuation of part two)

warnings — degradation, toxic!rafe & toxic!reader, jealousy, toxic relationship, unprotected sex, lewd language

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sunlight is streaming through the blinds, slicing across the tangled sheets where you and rafe are still entwined, but the air in the room is freezing. you woke up angry, the memory of him flirting, of his dismissal, is still a bitter taste in your mouth. rafe is awake too. he's staring at the ceiling, his arm thrown over his eyes, but his other hand is already moving.

it's sliding up your thigh, possessive and demanding, gripping your hip bone with bruising force.

"you're still mad," rafe states, his voice rough his morning rasp. he doesn't look at you. he just rolls on top of you, pinning you to the mattress with his heavy weight. "i can feel it coming off you in waves."

"get off me," you snap, trying to push his chest, but it's like pushing a wall. "i don't want to do this again."

"liar," he murmurs, finally looking down at you. his eyes are bloodshot, dark circles under them from the late night, but the fire in them hasn't gone out. "your mouth says no, but your legs are already opening for me. you're addicted to this, baby. you love fighting with me because the make-up sex is the only time you feel alive."

he kisses you then — a hard, biting kiss that tastes of stale breath and resentment. you try to keep your lips sealed, but he forces his tongue inside, sweeping your mouth with an arrogance that infuriates you. and just like last night, your body betrays you. your hips arch up to meet the hardness pressing against your stomach.

"see?" rafe pulls back, smirking — a cruel, triumphant twist of his lips. "easy."

he drags the duvet off you, exposing your naked body to the morning light. he grabs your ankles and pushes your knees all the way to your chest, folding you in half. it's a vulnerable, exposing position. he kneels between your legs, his cock already semi-hard and leaking, rubbing the head against your wetness.

"last night wasn't enough," he growl, sliding inside you slowly, letting you feel every millimetre of the stretch. "i need to make sure you remember this all day. i need to make you so sore that every step you take reminds you that you're mine. even when you hate me."

"i do hate you," you gasp as he fills you.

"good. hate feels better."

he begins to move, but it's different than the frantic pounding from the night before. this is slow, deep, and grinding. he watches your face as he hits your deepest spots, looking for the flinch, the gasp, the surrender. he wants to see you break. he grabs your wrists and pins them above your head with one hand, leaving his other hand free to torment you.

he teases your nipples, pinching them hard, making you cry out. he traces the marks he left on your skin last night — the bites, the bruises — admiring his handiwork.

"look at you," he whispers, driving deep and holding it there. "marked up. used. you think that girl at the bar would let me do this to her? you think she could take me like this?"

"stop talking about her," you scream, bucking your hips violently.

"make me," he challenges. "squeeze me so hard i can't think about anyone else."

you clamp down on him, your inner muscles spasming in anger and pleasure. rafe groans, his eyes rolling back. he speeds up, the sex turning messy and loud. the bed creaks rhythmically as he hammers into you, chasing the release that will silence the argument for another few hours.

"m'gonna cum," he warns, his voice tight. "m'gonna flood you again. open your eyes. watch me take what's mine."

he erupts, shuddering above you, pouring his seed into you while staring directly into your defiant, tear-filled eyes. he doesn't look away until the last drop is spent. he collapses onto his elbows, hovering over your face, panting.

"go ahead," he whispers, brushing a sweaty strand of hair off your forehead. "be mad. but don't you ever forget who just made you scream."

fucking dilf!rafe while babysitting (pt.2)

part one here (this is a direct continuation. read part one before you read this one!)

warnings — AGE GAP, cheating (i don't condone this), use of the word 'slut', degradation, toxic!rafe, dom!rafe, unprotected sex, lewd language

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"did you think i was gonna let you quit?" rafe sneers, slamming the door of the guest bedroom shut and locking it. "you don't get to run away just because sofia saw us. she knows her place. and clearly, you need a reminder of yours."

it's been three days since sofia walked in on you. three days of silence, of terrified waiting for the termination letter. instead, rafe texted you to come over 'for work.' but there is no baby monitor here. there is just rafe, looking older, meaner, and more aroused than you've ever seen him.

he crosses the room in two strides and grabs your throat, pushing you back against the wall. he doesn't kiss you. he looks at you with a mixture of contempt and hunger that makes your knees weak.

"she cried for two days," rafe says casually, his thumb stroking against your jaw. "begged me to stop seeing the 'little whore.' but i told her… i told her you were too good to give up. i told her exactly what you sound like when i'm deep inside you."

"rafe, stop," you whimper, shame burning your cheeks. "this is sick."

"it is," he agrees, dropping his hand to yank the hem of your skirt up. "and you love it. you came back, didn't you? you walked right back into my house knowing my wife is downstairs crying in the master bedroom. you're just as twisted as i am."

he shoves your panties aside and drives two fingers inside you, rough and dry. you gasp, your body betraying you by clamping down on him instantly.

"so wet f'me," he mocks, twisting his fingers. "for a married man. i'm obsessed with you, baby. now turn around."

you obey. you turn and brace your hands against the wall, hating yourself, hating him, and needing this more than air. rafe unzips his pants. he doesn't bother with lube; he spits on your ass cheek, rubs it towards your entrance, and shoves his cock inside you in one brutal motion.

"fuck!," you scream, the intrusion sharp and punishing.

"quiet," rafe barks, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a handprint. "sofia is home. do you want her to come in and watch again? is that what you want? to humiliate her again?"

"no."

"then take it silently. be my good little slut."

he fucks you with a rhythm that feels like hatred. he pulls your hair, yanking your head back so he can whisper vile things in your ear. he tells you how much better you are than her, how much tighter you are.

"you belong to me," he growls, hitting your cervix with a bruising thud. "not to your future, not to some college boy. you belong to me."

he speeds up, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. he grinds against you, using your body to vent all his frustration and darkness. he doesn't care if you cum. he cares that he breaks you.

"i'm gonna leave a mark," he warns, biting down hard on your shoulder, breaking the skin. "so every time you look in the mirror, you remember what you are; my dirty little slut."

he erupts inside you, shouting his release into the quiet room. he pumps load after heavy load of seed into you, filling you with his toxicity. he stays there, leaning his weight on you, pinning you to the wall while he catches his breath.

"now clean yourself up," he says coldly, pulling out and zipping his pants. "the baby needs a bottle, and my wife needs an apology. you're working late tonight."

fwb!rafe using sex instead of coke

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rafe's hands are shaking so hard he can barely undo your jeans, his fingers fumbling with the button like a man starving. he's sweating — cold, clammy sweat that slicks his pale skin and makes his hair stick to his forehead. his eyes are blown wide, pupils swallowing the blue irises, but not from drugs. not tonight. tonight, the only thing he's allowed to consume is you.

"faster," he gasps, abandoning the button and just ripping the denim down your hips. the sound of the fabric tearing mixes with his jagged, uneven breathing. "i need… fuck, i need to feel it. i need to feel you."

he shoves you back onto the couch, not bothering with pillows of comfort. he crawls over you, a desperate, twitching weight. he hasn't touched a line in twenty-four hours, and his skin is crawling. he needs an anchor. he needs a different kind of rush to drown out the screaming in his blood.

he doesn't kiss you. he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent like it's oxygen, his teeth scraping against your pulse point. he's looking for a high in your skin. he grinds his hips against yours, his erection painful and hard against your stomach through his sweatpants.

"help me," he whispers, a broken plea against your throat. "make it stop. make my head stop."

you reach down and shove his pants down, freeing him. he doesn't wait. he lifts your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, exposing you completely, and drives into you with a desperation that knocks the wind out of you. it's not about pleasure for him right now; it's about impact. he needs to feel the collision of your bodies to know he's real.

he fucks you with a erratic, frantic rhythm. slap. slap. slap. he slams into you, chasing the dopamine release, his eyes squeezed shut tight. he grips your wrists, pinning them to the leather cushions, his grip bruising.

he moans your name like a prayer. "you feel better. you feel better than the powder. tell me i don't need it. tell me m'good enough."

"you're good enough, rafe," you cry out, your voice shaking as he hits your deepest spot over and over. "i’m right here. take me instead."

"i am," he growls, opening his eyes to stare down at you with terrifying intensity. "m'taking all of you. you're my new favourite drug, baby."

he speeds up, his movements becoming a blur of friction and sweat. he's using you to exorcise the demons in his head. he bites your lip, tasting copper, needing the sensory overload. he grinds his thumb against your clit, harder than usual, needing you to scream because your screams drown out the cravings.

"cum f'me," he demands, his voice cracking. "i need to see it. i need to watch you break."

you shatter for him, your body convulsing around his cock. the feeling of your walls clamping down on him is the trigger. rafe roars, a sound of pure agony and relief, and buries himself to the hilt. he explodes inside you, his body seizing up as the orgasm rips through him, flooding his system with the endorphins he was dying for.

he collapses on top of you, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird. he's soaking wet, shivering, and completely spent. but as he lays there, burying his nose in your hair, his breathing finally starts to even out.

"don't leave," he mumbles into your neck, his grip on you tightening painfully. "stay right here. i need another hit of you."

creampie kink w. bf!rafe (pt.2)

part one here (can be read separately, it's not a continuation)

warnings — breeding kink, mention of sex toys (handcuffs & whips), orgasm denial, unprotected sex, degradation (use of the word 'slut'), lewd language

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the cold metal of the handcuffs bites into your wrists, chafing against skin that is already raw from struggling, but the sharp, stinging kiss of the leather whip across your ass cheeks distracts you from the ache in your arms. you are bound face-down on the mattress, your hips propped up on a mountain of pillows to present your pussy like a trophy, completely at rafe's mercy.

"don't you dare clamp down yet," rafe hisses, the whip whistling through the air to land another stinging stripe across your red, welted flesh. "i told you, we aren't done until you're overflowing."

he's already filled you once tonight. you can feel the heavy, slippery evidence of his first load sloshing deep inside you, leaking down your thighs every time you twitch. but rafe isn't satisfied. he stands behind you, sweating and manic, his erection rock-hard again and dripping pre-cum onto your lower back.

he runs the tip of the whip down your spine, tracing the tremors that rack your body. you're hovering on the edge — so desperate to cum it hurts — but every time you get close, he pulls back or strikes you, shocking your system out of the orgasm.

"please, rafe," you sob into the sheets, your hips bucking involuntarily. "please just let me…"

"let you what?" he mocks, stepping closer. he drops the whip and grabs your hips, his fingers digging into the bruises he left earlier. "let you cum? no. you don't get to cum until i say so. right now, your only job is to be my pretty little cum slut."

he lines himself up with your gaping, slick entrance and drives forward. the sound is obscene — a wet, squelching shhh-luck as his thick shaft displaces the cum already inside you, forcing it to bubble out around his girth. he groans, a guttural sound of possession, and buries himself to the hilt.

"fuck, you're so full of me," he growls, reaching around to grind his thumb against your swollen clit.

he starts a punishing rhythm, pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in, churning the fluids inside your womb. he uses his thumb to edge you mercilessly. he rubs hard and fast, bringing you right to the precipice where your breath hitches and your toes curl — and then he stops. he stops his hand, stops his hips, leaving you hanging in agonising suspension.

"nooo," you wail, thrashing against the cuffs. "don't stop."

"beg for it," he whispers, leaning down to bite your shoulder. "beg for my load. tell me how desperate you are for it."

"i need it so bad. please, rafe, breed me again."

"good slut."

he snaps. he resumes the assault, harder this time. he pounds into you with reckless abandon, the bed frame slamming against the wall. he doesn't let you cum — he keeps you right on the edge of frustration and pleasure. he grabs the whip again, laying it across your back as he feels his own climax rushing up.

"take it," he roars, his hips snapping forward in a violent spasm. "take every fuckin' drop."

he erupts deep inside, adding a second massive wave of hot, sticky seed to the mess already claiming your insides. he pumps into you, emptying himself completely, groaning as he feels you stretch to accommodate the sheer volume of him. he stays buried deep, twitching, trapping the double load inside you.

"look at that," he pants, reaching down to smack your wet, abused pussy. "leaking everywhere. i think we need to go for round three just to plug it back up."

rough jealousy fuck w. bf!rafe (pt.2)

part one here (can be read separately, it's not a continuation)

warnings — HEAVY degradation, toxic!rafe & toxic!reader, jealousy, toxic relationship, rafe calls reader 'bitch' (only once), unprotected sex, lewd language

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"did you like her?" you hiss, turning back to face rafe, your words slightly slurred. "did you like the way she touched your arm? is that why you're fucking me so hard right now? pretending i'm her?"

rafe doesn't answer with words. he answers by slamming his hips into you with enough force to make the headboard crack against the wall. he has you pinned face-down on the mattress, his hand wrapped tightly around the back of your neck, forcing your face into the pillow. he's taking you from behind — doggy style, but stripped of any tenderness. it's primal, territorial, and fuelled by rage.

"shut up," he growls, his voice a low rumble against your spine. "you're delusional. i was just talking to her."

"talking?" you laugh, a breathless, broken sound as he hits your cervix. "you were practically eating her up with your eyes. if i hadn't walked over, you would have left with her."

"i left with you, didn't i?" rafe shouts, losing his temper. he grabs your hips, pulling you back onto his cock, impaling you deeper. "i'm in your bed. i'm inside your pussy. who cares who i looked at?"

"i care," you scream back, trying to twist away, but he holds you firm. "i care that you make me look like an idiot."

"you're acting like an idiot right now," he snaps, slapping your ass cheek with a stinging, wet impact.

the insult lands like a physical blow, igniting a fresh wave of fury in your chest. you push back against him, grinding your ass onto his lap, meeting his aggression with your own.

"i fucking hate you."

"yeah? show me how much you hate me, baby," he sneers, leaning down to bite your earlobe. "your pussy tells me otherwise. it's clamping down on me like it never wants me to leave. you're so wet for the guy you hate."

he changes the angle, driving into you with a cruel, grinding motion that hits every sensitive nerve ending. it's overwhelming. the anger makes every sensation sharper, every thrust deeper. you're crying now — tears of frustration and blinding pleasure mixing on your cheeks. you hate that he can do this to you. you hate that even when you want to scream at him, your body betrays you and begs for more.

"say it," he demands, his hand moving to your throat, squeezing lightly. "tell me you want me to stop. tell me to get out."

"no," you sob, shaking your head. "don't stop."

"that's what i thought."

he pounds into you, the argument dissolving into guttural moans and harsh pants. he fucks you until your legs give out, until the only thing in the world is the friction and the heat. he grabs your hair, yanking your head back as he hits his limit.

"you're mine," he roars, pouring himself into you. he empties load after heavy load deep inside, branding you, silencing the fight with his release. "you crazy bitch, you're mine."

he collapses on top of you, his weight heavy and suffocating. "we're not done talking about this," you whisper into the pillow, your voice weak from the aftermath.

"we are for tonight, baby," rafe mutters, kissing the back of your neck. "now go to sleep."

fucking dilf!rafe while babysitting

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the marble kitchen island is biting into your bare back, cold and unforgiving, but you barely feel it over the scorching heat of rafe crashing his hips against yours. the baby monitor sits on the counter right next to your head, the soft, rhythmic static of his sleeping daughter's breathing the only background noise to the wet, obscene slapping of flesh on flesh.

"quiet," rafe hisses, his hand clamping over your mouth to stifle your moan as he drives deep, hitting that sweet spot that makes your vision blur. "if you wake her up, i'm not paying you for the overtime."

he grins then, that arrogant, crooked smile that has only gotten more dangerous with age. there's grey at his temples now, and lines of stress around his blue eyes, but his body is harder, heavier than any of the boys your age. he holds your thighs open with a bruising grip, his wedding band digging into your soft skin — a constant, cold metal reminder of exactly whose house you're in.

"you like this, don't you?" he growls, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of your neck. "waiting for sofia to leave just so you can spread your legs for daddy? you like home-wrecker."

he pulls almost all the way out, the head of his cock dragging agonisingly slow over your entrance, before slamming back in to the hilt. you arch off the counter, your toes curling, desperate for more. he feels massive, possessing you completely, treating you like a dirty secret he keeps tucked away in his own kitchen.

"rafe, please… harder," you whimper against his palm.

"i thought i told you to be quiet," he scolds, but he obeys, speeding up his rhythm.

he fucks you with a punishing, relentless pace, shaking the sturdy island. he stares down at you, watching your face twist in pleasure, feeding his ego. he loves this — the risk, the control, the fact that he has the innocent babysitter writhing beneath him while his perfect family life sleeps upstairs. he reaches down between your bodies, grinding his thumb against your clit while he pounds into you, overstimulating you until you're shaking, tears pricking your eyes.

"m'gonna fill you up," he pants, his composure slipping. "m' gonna leave a load in you right here, and then m'gonna go upstairs and kiss my wife goodnight when she gets home. how does that feel?"

the degradation sends you over the edge. you convulse around him, your inner walls milking him violently. rafe groans, a deep, animalistic roar buried in his chest, and drives one final, devastating thrust into your womb. he erupts, pouring hot, thick ropes of cum inside you, flooding you with his essence, marking you as his property.

he stays buried deep, panting heavily, his forehead resting against yours, the aftershocks still rippling through both of you. the room is silent, save for your ragged breathing and the static of the monitor.

then, the distinct, terrifying sound of the front door unlocking cuts through the air.

rafe freezes. his eyes snap open, wide and dilated. he doesn't have time to pull out. he doesn't have time to move.

"rafe?" sofia's voice floats down the hallway, accompanied by the clicking of her heels on the hardwood. "i'm home! the gala was a disaster. is the babysitter still here?"

she walks into the kitchen.

she stops dead. her purse slides from her shoulder, hitting the floor with a thud. she stares at the scene — you, spread eagle on her kitchen island, dress hiked up to your breasts, messily joined with her husband, whose pants are around his ankles.

rafe slowly turns his head to look at her, still inside you. the silence is deafening.

"hey, honey," rafe breathes, his voice tight with panic and adrenaline. "you're home early…"

creampie kink w. bf!rafe

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it isn't enough for rafe to just fuck you. that implies an ending, a separation of bodies. for rafe, the goal is to keep you permanently filled, to turn your body into a walking vessel for his obsession. it starts the moment you wake up.

you don't wake up to an alarm; you wake to the heavy, suffocating weight of him settling between your thighs. the morning light filtering through the curtains at the chateau highlights the desperate set of his jaw as he shoves inside you dry, his morning wood hard and unforgiving. there is never a discussion about condoms — that conversation died months ago. rafe hates barriers. he grunts, burying his face in your neck, and pumps into you with a lazy, possessive rhythm, waking your body up with the singular purpose of filling it.

"don't move," he murmurs against your skin when he feels his release building, pinning your hips to the mattress. "take it. start the day full of me, baby."

he erupts deep inside, a warm, heavy flood that coats your womb. he stays there, dozing off again, using you as a plug to ensure none of his essence escapes, making sure that when you finally do get out of bed, you feel him sliding down your thighs with your first step.

then there are the parties. the high-stakes, kook royalty events where appearance is everything. rafe drags you into the marble bathroom of the country club, locking the door with a click that echoes like a gunshot. he hikes your expensive dress up to your waist, his eyes dark with a manic need to reclaim you from the prying eyes of the other men outside.

"you look too pretty out there," he hisses, unzipping his pants and lifting you onto the granite counter. "i need to ruin you a little bit, baby."

he fucks you fast and hard, his hand over your mouth to stifle your screams so your friends outside can't hear. it's a frantic breeding, a quick, violent deposit of seed. he dumps load after load into you, groaning his satisfaction against your ear. and the worst part? he fixes your dress, kisses your forehead, and pushes you back out into the party, whispering, "i hope it drips down your leg while you're talking to your friends. i hope you have to clench just to keep me inside."

by nightfall, his obsession reaches a fever pitch. he's tired, he's edgy, and the only thing that calms him is the act of filling you one last time. he lays you on your back, spreading your legs wide, and enters you slowly, savouring the feeling of your stretched, used walls accepting him again. he takes his time now, fucking you deep and slow, hitting your cervix with every thrust to ensure his cum goes as deep as physically possible.

"you're just a cum slut f'me, aren't you?" he murmurs, his hand resting flat on your lower stomach, pressing down as if he can feel the volume of his own cum inside you. "my little cum slut. you gonna carry my babies, huh?"

when he finally erupts, he shakes with the force of it, emptying his balls completely, draining every last drop of essence he has left into your battered, beloved pussy. he collapses on top of you, heavy and sweaty, but he doesn't roll off just yet. he stays there, plugging you, ensuring that you fall asleep feeling stuffed, heavy, and fucked properly.

"my fuckin' cum slut."

boyfriend's dad!rafe treating you better

new category of rafe and i'm here for it!! might write more of bf's dad!rafe in the future if you guys want that…?

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the rain is drumming relentlessly against the panoramic windows of the cameron estate, matching the storm currently raging in your chest. you're sitting on the oversized leather sofa in rafe's study — the one room in the house that feels safe, smelling of old paper, cedar, and the expensive scotch rafe favours. your boyfriend, jacob — rafe's son — has been 'stuck at work' for the third friday in a row. you know exactly what kind of 'work' he's doing, and you know exactly whose bed he's doing it in.

"he's not coming, is he?"

rafe's voice cuts through the silence, deep and resonant. he's standing by the fireplace, one hand resting on the mantle, looking at you with an expression you've come to rely on: steady, unreadable, and intensely focused. he's wearing a charcoal sweater that hugs his broad shoulders, his blond hair catching in the firelight. at 45, he has a gravity that jacob, at 20, can only pretend to have.

"he said he had tons of work to finish off," you whisper, staring at your hands. "but i know he's with another girl."

rafe sighs, a heavy sound of disappointment. he walks over to the small bar cart and pours two fingers of amber liquid into a crystal tumbler. he doesn't pour one for himself. he walks over to you and places the glass gently in your trembling hands.

"drink," he commands softly. "it'll help the shivering."

"i'm not cold, rafe. i'm just… i'm stupid. i keep waiting for him to grow up."

"you're not stupid, darlin'," rafe says, sitting down on the coffee table in front of you. he spreads his knees, the fabric of his dark jeans stretching tight over his thighs. he's close enough that you can smell his cologne — sandalwood and musk. "you're loyal. it's a rare quality. jacob is the fool for not realising what he has sitting right here."

he reaches out, his large, warm hand covering yours on the glass. his skin is rougher than jacob's, weathered by experience. the contact sends a jolt of electricity straight up your arm that has nothing to do with comfort. you look up, locking eyes with him. his blue gaze is dark, swirling with an emotion he usually keeps carefully locked away behind 'fatherly concern.'

"why do you stay?" rafe asks, his voice dropping an octave. "you're nineteen. you're beautiful. you're smart. why are you wasting your tears on a boy who doesn't know how to handle a woman?"

"because… i don't have anywhere else to go," you confess, the truth slipping out. "and because… i like being here. i like this house. i like…" you.

rafe goes still. his thumb slowly strokes the back of your hand. "you like being here?"

"i feel safe here," you whisper. "with you."

the air in the room shifts. the ticking of the grandfather clock seems to stop. rafe leans forward, invading your space, his presence overwhelming. he takes the glass from your hands and sets it aside on the table without breaking eye contact.

"safe," he repeats, testing the word. "is that what you think i am? safe?"

he reaches up and cups your face. his hand is massive, his thumb resting on your cheekbone. "jacob is safe, sweetheart. jacob is a child playing games. i am not safe. i have been watching you cry over my son for six months, and every time i see a tear fall, i want…"

"what do you want?" you breathe, your heart hammering against your ribs.

"i want to worship you," rafe growls, his restraint finally snapping when you bat your eyelashes so prettily at him. "i would put you on a pedestal so high no one could touch you but me. and i clearly wouldn't be 'working late' with some cheap whore every night."

he leans in and kisses you. it's not a tentative, boyish peck. it's a man's kiss — firm, demanding, and possessive. he tastes like scotch and desire. you gasp, opening your mouth to him, and he deepens it instantly, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a confidence that makes your toes curl.

he stands up. pulling you with him. he lifts you effortlessly, setting you on the edge of his heavy oak desk, sweeping the paperwork aside with one arm. he steps between your legs, pressing his hips against yours. you can feel the heavy ridge of his erection through his jeans, substantial and hard.

"but what if jacob…?"

"forget him," rafe orders, his hands sliding up your thighs, pushing your skirt up to your waist. "he made his choice. now i'm making mine."

he unzips his pants, freeing himself. he doesn't wait. he lifts your hips and thrusts into you with a single, smooth motion that fills you completely. he's bigger than jacob — thicker, heavier. he stretches you wide, hitting spots his son never even found. you cry out, throwing your head back as he begins to move with a slow, grinding rhythm that speaks of decades of experience.

"look at me," rafe commands, holding your gaze as he fucks you in his study. "see? this is how a man takes care of you. this is where you belong."

he doesn't pound away mindlessly like jacob does. he takes his time. he grinds his hips in a slow, deliberate circle that targets your clit with maddening precision while keeping you fully impaled on his thick shaft. he watches your face, reading every twitch, every gasp, adjusting his angle to maximise your pleasure. it's overwhelming. you feel cherished and utterly dominated all at once.

"you're so tight," rafe groans, his voice rough against your neck as he leans down to bite the sensitive spot where your pulse is fluttering wild. "my son has no idea what he's missing. but that's good. he doesn't deserve this. he doesn't deserve to feel you clamp down like this."

"rafe, please… i'm gonna…"

"not yet," he growls, his hand moving between your bodies to find your slick, swollen bud. "you don't cum until i tell you to. i want to see you fall apart properly."

he speeds up then, his thrusts becoming deeper, harder. the desk rattles under the force of his possession. he rubs his thumb over your clit in a rhythm that matches his hips, sending bolts of white-hot lightening through your whole body. you're sobbing now, clinging to his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his sweater.

"now," he barks. "cum for me, sweetheart. show me everything."

you shatter almost immediately after. the orgasm hits you so hard your vision goes white. you scream his name — not jacob's, never jacob's again — as your walls spasm violently around his cock. rafe roars in response, the feeling of your body milking him pushing him over the edge. he buries himself to the hilt, holding you tight against him as he erupts.

he pours himself into you, load after heavy load of hot seed filling you up, claiming you from the inside out. it feels endless, a warm flood that seals the betrayal and the beginning in one act.

he stays there for a long time, holding you while you tremble in the aftershocks, his heavy breathing the only sound in the room. finally, he pulls back, smoothing your hair away from your sweaty face. he looks down at where you're still joined, at the mess you've made together on his desk.

"you're staying here tonight," rafe states, his tone leaving no room for argument. he withdraws slowly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "in my bed. and tomorrow… tomorrow we change the locks."