awaken, my love

The hand that had spent most of the night on your upper knee had finally crept up to your thigh. Ward's party was boring, to celebrate some new business venture, but Rafe had to be there. It was his job, and with the past, he couldn't afford to risk his dads favor.

You felt eyes on you as you spoke to Rose. It was from close by, and the eyes lingered on the crack of your cleavage. You adjusted your dress to cover yourself, but Rafe swatted at you. "You look beautiful. I knew the dress I picked out would look amazing on you."

You blushed, still adjusting the dress for your own modesty. Your husband smirked at the flush on your face, placing a kiss to your cheek as he slid his hand further inside your thigh. Your chest heated as you felt his fingers toying with your panties. You were distracted, panting lightly as he rubbed over your clothed clit.

"Sweetheart?" He cooed innocently, "Rose asked you a question."

"Oh!" You snapped back, seeing eyes around the table suddenly on you. You could feel Rafe's smirk from beside you despite not being able to see him. "Sorry, just feeling a bit nauseous. What did you ask?" You smiled politely, stifling a moan.

"Oh, that's okay. Maybe it's finally morning sickness! You know we'd love a grandchild!" She laughed, grabbing Ward's arm as the rest of the table laughed along. You let out a forced smile, feeling Rafe's fingers slip past your panties.

With a cough, you stood, smoothing out your dress, "Excuse me. I'm gonna use the restroom." You stepped back from the table, stumbling a bit. Immediately, Ward waved a hand, "Rafe, go on and make sure your wife is alright."

Rafe nodded, pursing his lips, "Good idea."

-

Rafe's strong hand clasped around your throat as he thrust hard into you. "Let it all out baby. I want everyone at this party to know how much of a slut you are for me." You whined quietly, grinding back into him where your bodies met. Your ribs ached from being slammed into the porcelain sink, but in that moment, all you could feel was pleasure. Rafe's hand slid from your throat to your hip to stabilize himself. "This ass," He groaned, fisting the soft flesh, "Could fuck you like this for hours."

"Please, daddy," You cried, dipping your head to rest against the counter, "I need..."

"What?" He cooed, sliding a hand down to your clit, stopping before he touched you, "Does my baby need to come?"

"Yes," You hissed, feeling his slow, agonizing pace as he rubbed circles into your clit, "More!"

"If you need more," He thrust hard once making you cry out, "You're gonna have to be loud for me. Let everyone know who's making you come like this baby." You could tell he was close by his uneven pace, and you were too. You just needed a little bit more. "Rafe," You moaned, mindful of your volume, "Please. Everyone will hear."

"Let them," He grunted, "Beg. Louder."

"Daddy! Please fuck me harder!" You cried out loud, feeling him speed up immediately at your obedience. You were loud, and certain everyone had heard. But as soon as white spots flooded your vision, you didn't care. Your body shook, and you screamed in pleasure. Your knuckles were white as you gripped the edge of the sink.

"Oh, baby," Rafe moaned, wrapping a hand around your waist to fuck you hard as he came, "Gonna get you so pregnant. Fill you up with my cum." You shuttered as warmth filled you, and Rafe stilled, pulling you against his body as he did.

"Look at me,"

Rafe's cologne flooded your nostrils, overtaking your senses. It was a familiar scent, one you had grown accustomed to since your mother had married Ward Cameron. Rafe was everywhere, especially so on hot summers home from college.

Turning around, you were faced with your step brother standing in your bedroom. You placed the blouse in your hand on your bed and folded your arms, "Listen Rafe," you sighed, watching the way his eyes followed you, "I just want this summer to be normal."

The blank expression on his face turned to an almost amused one. "Normal?" He teased, "How is fucking that homeless pogue normal?"

Your brows furrowed in shock, "Don't say tha-"

"In fact," Rafe stepped forward, pinning you to step back against your dresser, "You should be grateful I'm so protective of you. Wouldn't want you falling back in with the wrong crowd."

You gasped as his hand came to your throat, testing his grip in light squeezes. "So obedient," He whispered, smirking at how fast you had melted for him, "Look so pretty." Rafe stepped froward to press his body against yours, grabbing a handful of your ass as he leaned into you. You whined as he released your throat, continuing to massage your ass.

"Tell me baby," He purred into your ear, pushing at the waistband of your shorts, "Did you fuck anyone while I was gone?" You finally felt the wetness that had been growing, and you needed attention.

You sucked in a breath as Rafe shoved your shorts and panties down, cupping your soaking pussy. "Tell me," He looked to you, eyes serious and still, "Tell me or we'll stop here."

"No!" You blurted out, desperate for his touch. You didn't care if your parents could hear. In that moment, you needed him. "Good girl," He smirked before pulling his hand away. You cried, but he shushed you, "Turn around, and bend over for me baby, ass up for me. Let me see that pretty pussy."

You spun around, hands gripping your dresser so tight you were sure your knuckles were white. Your stomach flipped in anticipation as you listed to him undo his belt from behind you."Spread your legs for me baby, nice and wide," Rafe whispered, stepping in between your legs. You could feel the heat of his cock before as pressed against your pussy, thick and heavy. "Now be a good girl and take my dick."

You felt him pull back and line himself up with your entrance. He pushed his tip in first, experimentally. You clasped a hand over your mouth, and he smirked, shoving the rest inside in one thrust. "So tight baby," He gripped your ass, rocking into you, "Good thing that pogue didnt ruin the best thing you have."

You whimpered, feeling your building pleasure despite his treatment. You slid a hand to your clit, using a finger to rub fast circles.

"Awe," Rafe panted, trying to ignore the feeling of your walls squeezing him, "Is the slut gonna cum? Gonna have to admit she likes this?"

"I do," You cried, gasping in surprise as your orgasm washed over you, "Feels so good Rafe. Love it so much." Your muscles relaxed, and Rafe wrapped an arm around your chest to hold you against his body. His pace quicken, and his rhythm was sloppier. "Gonna fill you up, get you pregnant." He kissed your neck, and slid his free hand to your clit. You felt your pussy begin to flutter again, and immediately Rafe grunted in your ear, rocking his hips. "Such a good girl. Taking all my cum."

Your pussy was warm, and your clit sore, you stood up, feeling liquid run down your thigh, "Shit." You turned for your bathroom, and Rafe slapped you on the ass.

Version 1

“just like that, baby,” he cooed, leaning back to get a better view of your glistening folds

you were spread out in front of him on your shared bed, pussy exposed to him. your fingers danced delicately against your clit, moving only at his words.

“such a good girl for me. go faster, baby,” he smirked, eyes meeting yours.

you rubbed your clit faster, chasing an orgasm you knew you wouldn’t be allowed to reach. it grew like a flame in your belly. your legs began to shake, and your opposite hand clenched the sheets. “rafe,” you whined, tossing your head to the side. your eyes were screwed shut and your hair stuck to your face with sweat. “i need to come. i can’t take it anymore.” you bucked your hips into your hand.

“look at me,” he commanded.

you managed to open your eyes to meet your boyfriends. Rafe’s face was clearly flushed at the sight of you this time. He was no longer composed, and was craving your body. He reached down to begin to undo his belt.

“The only cumming you’ll be doing tonight is on my cock.”

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Version 2

“Rafe,” you cooed, running a hand against his bare upper thigh. Rafe flexed into you, clearly desperate for your touch. His cock strained in his hand as he pumped it slowly to your instruction. The tip was flushed pink and leaking pre-cum.

His eyes met yours, needy and wanting. “Need your pussy, baby,” he moaned, bucking his hips into his hand. You giggled, toying with his balls.

“Hmm,” you hummed, rubbing his balls, “I don’t think you deserve it. Keep fucking your hand for me, baby. Nice and slow.” You smiled, leaning into him. Your breasts were dangerously close to his face. He reached a hand to grope one and you swatted him away. “Did I say you could touch?”

Rafe groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. “Need you baby,” he rolled his hand down his cock, more precum leaking from the tip, “Need you now so bad.” He whined, and you stuck out your bottom lip to tease. This, sent Rafe over the edge.

With one swift movement, he flipped you underneath him, pinning you to the mattress.

Alcohol warmed your chest as your pulled your jacket closed. The wind whipped around you, and the December air stung against your skin. It was dark, and there was a thick layer of fog hovering over the ground. The undesirable weather didn’t stop the business of your city on a Friday night, though. Bars were crowded and you had visited multiple places on birthday night out.

You heard your friend gasp from your right on the sidewalk, “Babe!” she cheered, pointing to a neon sign reading Tattoos. You followed her lead as she opened the door to the small shop, stepping inside onto the checked floor. There were sketches hung around the walls, all in different styles seemingly done by multiple different artists.

“We so have to get matched tattoos,” Your friend giggled, leaning onto the counter to flip through a sketch book. You ignored her remark, stepping around the corner to see a different design. A tiger. It was traditional, yet clearly had a lot of the artists personal touch. You leaned in to get a better look at the line work.

“Like what you see?” A voice spoke from behind you. You turned to see a tall, blond man. He was muscular, and covered in tattoos many of which that were seemingly self done. He was handsome, and you blushed at his forwardness.

You pointed back to the tiger, “This is your work?”

He nodded, “It’s old, but yes.” He stepped to stand beside you, taking the framed piece of art off of the wall. “Were you thinking of something like this?”

You exhaled, laughing slightly, “Well,” you looked back to your friend who was looking at simple designs, “It’s a girls night out. For my birthday.”

“Ahh,” He grinned, “So matching tats to commemorate?”

“You got it,” you sighed.

“Well happy birthday then, beautiful,” he winked.

Before you could respond, your friend called your name, and both you and the artist walked over to her. She smiled, twirling her hair at the sight of him. “Babe, why didn’t you introduce me to your friend?”

The artist took your friends hand, kissing it, “Rafe Cameron. What are you looking to get done today, love?” Jealousy filled you, and with it confusion. You had just met this man, and yet you wanted his attention.

Your friends face turned bright red, as she leaned into him before pointing to a design. He smiled, nodding. “Sounds good, just let me call my partner.”

He called loudly for a woman in the back, and she walked out. Rafe showed the design to his partner and turned back to your friend, “Jessica will take great care of you, love.” Your friends face dropped immediately, and she stared at you longingly as the woman led her back into a room.

“Now,” Rafe smiled, back turning to you, “Something simple for you?” He handed you a thick binder with laminated photos sliding out of the sides. You placed it onto the counter, flipping it open. Inside were more more designs, moths, some other similar bugs and skulls. Not ‘traditionally’ feminine. All fitting with your personality.

You turned to him, a blush creeping to your cheeks, “How’d you know what I’d like?”

He shrugged, leaning against the counter with you, “I like to think I’m a pretty good judge of character.” Your eyes landed on a small design of a bee, it was fuzzy looking, and all black and grey. Before you could say anything, Rafe slid the binder out from in front of you, closing it. “So the bee for you, ma’am. Where at?” He smirked.

You stuttered, unconsciously reaching for the binder, “I…I wasn’t do—“

“Again, where do you want it?” Rafe placed the binder back onto its shelf. You huffed at his indifference, a smile creeping to your lips.

“My hip.”

—

Rafe had you comfortably lied on your back in the leather chair, staring at the tiled ceiling. Your shorts were pulled down to your ankles expose your thighs and hip in the closed room. The tattoo gun buzzed against your skin, burning slightly. He was gentle with you, his opposite hand resting gloved on your bare thigh for stability.

“So,” He turned back to dip his needle in the ink, “Tell me about yourself, birthday girl.”

You blushed at his nickname, adjusting in your seat. He waited for you to get comfortable before continuing his work. “Well,” You mumbled, “It’s my twenty-first actually. I’m just not a big drinker, so my friend suggested we come here.”

“Oh,” He hummed, a smirk creeping to his lips, “A good girl. This your first tat?” You nodded, wincing as the needle hit a sensitive spot. “Sorry, baby,” He looked to you, “Need a break?”

“Yeah,” You sighed, running a hand through your hair, “Hurts less than I thought, though.” Rafe smiled, wiping the excess ink before setting the tattoo gun down, “I’m glad.”

It hit you then as he relaxed into his chair that you were sat only in your top and panties with this very attractive man. You wondered if he felt the tension. Probably not, you assumed. He probably did tattoos like this all the time.

“Sorry,” He gestured to your bare legs, “I’d offer to let you pull up your pants but it’s better if we just wait until we’re all done.”

You waved your hand, sitting up a bit, “It’s fine, really.” You looked down to see his hand still on your thigh. Your breath hitched as your chest heated up. It was stupid, he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it.

“Any other plans for your special day tonight, baby?” The hand crept further up your leg. Your eyes shot to it. “Sorry,” He hummed, not looking to you but feeling your stillness, “Just getting a closer look at my work so far.”

You felt your core throb as you readjusted in your seat, unconsciously giving him a better view of your clothed pussy. “I didn’t have any other plans.” You blushed.

“Ah,” He smirked, eyes finally meeting yours as his hand slid to your inner thigh, “Well I hope I can make your birthday special then.”

You nodded, unable to reply. There was no denying how badly you wanted him in that moment. You felt like you had to be dripping on the leather chair below you. Your face flushed as your fingers gripped the hand rest.

In the heat of the moment, you were sure Rafe felt the tension too. His eyes dropped slowly from your face to your clothed pussy, and he licked his lips at the visible wet patch. “I think I need more room to work,” he hummed, sliding his hand back around to your hip, hooking his fingers underneath your panties, “You don’t mind, do you baby?”

You shook your head, the heat in your cheeks rising still. Lifting your hips, you looked away in embarrassment as Rafe pulled your underwear off in a swift motion. From the waist down, you were bare to him now. “Look at you, baby,” he moaned, running a gloved finger through your folds, the latex cold against your skin. You shook, involuntarily rolling your hips harder into him. “Patience,” he looked up to you, smirking. He placed his thumb against your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You clamped your hand over your mouth to silence the moan that ripped through you. Finally.

You could hear your wetness, and you could tell Rafe was just as into it as you were. “I have to taste you,” he groaned, leaning further into you. From his place sitting at the end of the table, he was at the perfect height to eat your pussy. He leaned in so his breath ghosted against your clit. Your hips shook and your cried into your hand loudly enough for him to hear. “Gotta stay quiet for me, baby. Stay quiet and I’ll make you feel real good.”

The second his mouth made contact with your clit, you felt like you could explode. You rocked your hips desperately into his mouth, the heat of his tongue sending you over the edge almost instantly. Rafe lapped up your come like a man starved, not stopping even after you were whining. “Please,” You cried, overstimulated from your immediate orgasm, “I can’t,”

You had been too excited and things had happened too fast, but Rafe didn’t stop. His fingers, now bare prodded to your tight hole, poking inside gently. You threw your head back and he slid two inside, scissoring them as his did. You squeezed your eyes shut as he sucked your clit.

“Rafe,” You moaned as he rolled his fingers against your g-spot. He was relentless, desperate to rip orgasm after orgasm from you. Your legs shook as your thighs cupped his ears. “Gonna come,” You whined, feeling a tightness in your belly. Before you knew it, relaxation flooded your system and you sunk into the chair. Rafe huffed into your pussy before leaning back into his stool.

“Holy shit,” he smirked, wiping his chin which was dripping with yoke fluid, “You squirted.”

You sat up in shock, “No, I did not. I don’t do that.”

Rafe ran a fingers up your slit, and you whined involuntarily. He smirked, your liquids pooling on his finger, “Then what’s this?”

You groaned, leaning back into the chair to avoid him, “Just finish my tattoo please.”

“Oh,” he laughed, “That’s been done.”

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(A) Phrase Based Prompts

1. “Use your words.”

2. “You can take it.”

3. “I can’t take it”

4. “Spread your legs wider for me”

5. “Breathe through your nose.”

6. “Say my name.”

7.“Do you think you deserve this?”

8. “Touch me there. Right there.”

(B) Action Based

9. road head

10. airplane sex

11. drive in movie

12. pregnancy sex

13. camping

14. dressing room

15. make-up sex

16. trying for a baby

17. in front of a mirror

18. step-siblings

rafe would love fucking you where anyone could hear

he’d have you, face down ass up with his chest pressed against your bare back, your hands tied behind you

“don’t you dare make a fucking sound”

but still he’d snap his hips even harder into you, and you’d bury your face into the pillows to muffle your moans.

it wouldn’t matter because you both know what he wants from you. he wants everyone to know who’s fucking you. who owns your pussy.