#creme!reader

ꨄ︎ dilf!rafe meeting creme!reader for the first time

rafe stood with topper and kelce, swinging golf balls that flew through the air and falling on the green of the field. these three aged finer than the wine they drank on occasion, maintaining that rich, older man look throughout their aging—especially rafe. he remained every bit of tall, broad and muscular he maintained in his younger years. there really wasn't much of a difference, except he'd become just a bit calmer, temper controlled after years of losing his mind before.

topper had lined the iron club up with the ball, always taking himself way too seriously at the tee like he always did. kelce shook his head, eyes rolling. "you do this shit every time top."

"and yet, i win every game." "that's not even true-"

yet, rafe's gaze focused elsewhere. the girl whose decadent skin glowed dewy in the carolina sun of the outer banks, and left the scent of her vanilla perfume at every hole she drove to. thighs plush in the mini skirt she wore, shifting every time she had to bend over to grab drinks, soft back exposed from the halter top she paired with the skirt. loose strands of hair framing her face, strawberry gloss slick on her lips.

his firm, southern drawl broke the childish argument between topper and kelce. "who the hell is that?"

topper looked over. "ohhh, i seen her yesterday while i met with some people for drinks. i think they replaced the other girl."

kelce whistled low. "and thank god for that. god damn..."

rafe didn't respond, his eyes burned through her like nothing else existed on that course.

her cart breezed over the grass as she made her way over, cheeks warm and thighs pressed together from rafe's gaze. eyes piercing enough to keep her shy as she nervously bit her lip.

stepping from the cart, she brushed the condensation from her thighs. "you gentleman want anything?"

kelce snorted. "mhm, bourbon and maybe your number." rafe gave him one of those stares, the kind that wasn't teasing in the slightest and burned holes through people.

turning back to her, he reached for her hand, his thumb rubbing over the top of her hand gently. "don't worry about him baby doll. you got anything sweet?"

the corners of her lips twitched in a small grin. "umm...i've got lemonade, sweet tea, a few wine coolers..." "strawberry lemonade?", "umm...mhm," "i'll take that then."

just as she digged for the pre-packaged bottles of chill, strawberry lemonade, every bit of tart and sweet to taste, rafe pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "keep the change pretty girl."

"oh, i-i can't take this, it's too much..."

"but you will. since i said so."

his gaze rested on her longingly, that possessive, almost territorial look he gave when he had something to chase after. a gaze that felt pushy, watching her tuck the bill into a safe spot.

topper coughed. "we gonna continue the game or are you eye fuckin' her the rest of the day?"

rafe didn't even bother looking back as he spoke to her. "i'm takin' you home after your shift. can't have these other men preying on a small, sweet thing like you..."

her voice spoke soft, almost quiet. "i can just get an uber.."

that earned a scoff from him. "baby doll that's even worse, not on my watch."

ꨄ creme!reader is the beverage cart girl that dilf!rafe met, instantly knew he wanted, and hasn't let go of since. driving in a sleek cart, she wore a white, pleated mini skirt with a matching, ribbed tank top; hair pulled back in a ponytail as soft strands framed her face, skin glistening and smelling like vanilla in the warm north carolina sun. a softie that shows a shy persona, all giggles and loves to bake. not used to the expensive lifestyle at all, until rafe finally gets his hands on her. from worn in wedged sandals to freshly polished heels, creme is his dream girl, wrapped in a softer, younger body.

ꨄ creme!reader is the girl who didn't want to accept any of the excessive tips he gave her while she worked the cart, hundreds of dollars that he claimed were for "making his day," even though she hardly did anything except hand him his drinks while he golfed with topper and kelce. though, he forced her to take the tips, staking his claim immediately.

"t-this is too much sir..."

"no, it ain't—and it's rafe, especially if you're gonna let me under that little skirt you keep bendin' over in."

ꨄ creme!reader that walks around her home in soft sets, lingerie that she didn't wear for anyone except herself (until rafe of course), and bakes all the time. of course rafe had invited himself over after getting her phone number from the country club, perfectly in time to enjoy the cinnamon rolls she had in the oven.

rafe groaning dramatically at the soft, sweet, sticky warmth of the rolls. "these are perfect, but i bet you taste even sweeter angel..."

ꨄ creme!reader who came from a lower middle class family and wasn't used to excessive luxury. not necessarily a pogue, yet not a kook either. wants came in phases, rafe determined to make her unlearn that way of living. shopping sprees where she insisted that she didn't need anything, only to get a "that's the point—you don't need it, but you want it. so, you can have it."