#overlooked!reader

Rafe cameron x overlooked!reader

Rafe had left you in the morning with a kiss on your forehead as you slept peacefully in his bed. He slipped out of the house hours before you woke up.

It was noon before he responded to your texts and that wouldn’t have upset you so much if you weren’t having such a terrible day.

You woke up still exhausted, forcing yourself to stay up late last night to finish an college assignment the night before.

Downstairs in the kitchen all of your favourite cereals were gone and the milk was two days past the expiration date, how was that even possible!!

But all of that, you took in your stride. It was when you arrived at your family home to see your mother, and all of your sisters were already there. Catching up over tea, their secret brunch resulted in you running home and crying like a little girl. No invitation, not even a mention when you called your parents last night.

But as the day continued, and rafe responded with a tiny text, late, after not texting you all day, you felt all the more defeated.

8:32 morning ray

9:11 just going to my house right now, I’ll be back before noon I think

10:03 on my way home.

10:41 how’s work going? Are you busy today?

2:02 sorry baby, so busy at the office today. Talk when I get home?

2:03 course, sorry

So you sat on his bed, numb, wishing this day would be over desperately, tucking yourself into bed and patting the sheet around you. Laying for hours, unable to fall asleep for once in your life. Staring at the same lamp on his bedside table, waiting for the sun to go down and return back up, then you were sure you would feel better.

You did hear the door open and shut downstairs, and his calls, but you didn’t answer or make a single move at all. Instead you stayed in bed, still staring at the same lamp.

His voice quietened when he saw your seemingly asleep face under the duvet, stripping down his clothes and going into the bathroom. You heard the shower run, lamp. You heard him dry himself with a towel, lamp. You heard him get into bed next to you, lamp.

You didn’t want to talk, have to admit that your family didn’t invite you when they wouldn’t of had to go out of their way too.

His arm brought you closer into him, spooning you. You didn’t know when you began to cry, you didn’t even realised you were until rafes thumb was wiping them away, still behind you.

“Somethin’ happen?” You sniffed before you spoke, rafe had told you he had a busy day, he didn’t need this, he must’ve been tired, let him sleep.

“Mhm” you sniffed once more, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“Somethin’ to do with your parents?” You didn’t answer, didn’t have to, he always knew. You just turned around, nestling in closer to his warm body. He also knew you didn’t wanna talk.

“You’re okay with me” his face was holding your face with both hands. Slowly pressing long kisses on your cheek, forehead and nose as you shut your eyes. Worries leaving your body and sleep dawning. “Always okay with me”

“Love you rafe” you mumbled wearily.

“I love you too” his hands detaching from your face, holding onto your waist. “Night dolly” sleep leaving his eyes shut too.

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

You hadn’t done a lot of anything all weekend. You’re eyes closed so easily on rafes soft mattress and his plush couch. Especially with Rafes cooing and encouragement “you tired baby?” “Shh a naps not hurtin anyone” all spoke in whispers.

Fluttering eyelids and flushed cheeks. You stretched your legs, noticing the empty bed and evening darkness. Tip toeing out of the bed to pee. Noticing your rough reflection in the mirror. Ratty hair, a crop top and underwear, rosy red cheeks.

You walked through hallways and doors, trying to find your missing boyfriend. Peeking at the top of the stairs, intrigued by the multiple male voices.

Following the voices from the stairs all the way to the kitchen in slight steps.

“Ray?” Your voice echoed, opening the kitchen door with furrowed eyebrows. Feet sensitive to the cold tile. Only now seeing topper and kelce sitting on the island, drinking beers with a standing rafe, all paused to turn around and look at you.

“Hey princess, sleep nice?” You nodded, embarrassed for no sole reason. “C’mere” he patted his knee, which you waddled towards him in response. Hugging into his side and hiding your face into his chest.

“You okay pretty girl?” He whispered in your ear, ignoring the way topper and kelce were mentally undressing you, a ten second process with the little clothes you were wearing.

“I’m okay..” you said, rafe hearing it muffled. Pulling yourself out of his T-shirt and noticing the messy, tipsy smile rafe beheld.

“Sup Wilson” kelce smiled, from your knowledge, it was a comforting one. You smiled back muttering a hello, sticking to rafes side like glue.

“Pizzas ordered, you want some?” Rafe caressed your back as you bit down on your lip, nodding again.

“Come with me for a minute kay?” He pushed you through the door into the hallway, by his hands on your shoulders, shutting the door behind the both of you. “You want them to go?”

“No! no.. no, I’m fine” you smiled up at him, brushing the messy hair behind your ears. He nodded down at you, believing you.

“Good for another two hours? Then me and you can be together kay?” You just smiled up at him, not paying much attention, not used to the offer of sending people home.

“You gonna stay with us, or want to be upstairs?” You bit down on your lip again, your sleepy, hot head trying to process what he was asking you. “Uh huh, stay with rafe” you pressed a hand down on your forehead, your vision slightly clouded.

The rest of the evening spent curled on Rafes couch, where he drew small circles on your bare waist until you fell asleep, head on lap. Listening to topper and kelce talk about the details of another wild party, while the television played a golf tournament from earlier in the day. Belly full of pizza and coke. Until you woke up being carried up the stairs to bed “shhh go back to sleep baby, just bringing you to bed” he kissed your forehead.

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

When rafe asked you on a fancy date over the phone you were as nervous as you were mind numbingly excited. You had only told your mother, but she told everybody on Sunday brunch and that’s how you ended up having five of your older sisters in your room controlling your entire date.

Lilah and pen were blending liquids and powders into your face as Mandy and Campbell thrown dresses around your walk in closet. Shilah laid across your bed bitching. All as you sat on the dressing table fighting some internal nerves.

“Gosh, y/n why wont your skin just absorb this fucking make up”

“Oh my g- RAFE JUST TEXTED Y/N!” shilah squeeled from the bed as you bit your lip nervously.

“What’s it say..” you looked at Shilah through the mirror as she smirked opening the phone.

“He’s just done with gym and……. He’ll be here in hour and half” she stares absentmindedly as she starts tying.

“What are you doing? Shilah don’t do that, give me my phone” you plead, not able to stand up with the girls above you pushing you down to stay still on the seat.

“Oh my god, what’d you say” Mandy giggles from the closet.

“Nothing! Just how excited little y/n is over here” she crawls off the bed, kissing your cheeks and dropping the phone in front of you on the desk.

Rafe: hey, just finished gym, I’ll be there in hour and half?

: that’s perfect, I’m so exciteddddd, cya soon cxxxx

Rafe: …

You wanted to crawl into the ground waiting for his response. You sounded so eager and you hated it. You felt nauseous at the thought of him laughing at your message with his friends.

Rafe: Yeah me too, see you xx

You bit down a smile, flipping your phone over before your sisters could read the text.

You stood in front of the mirror in a tiny dress, and a caked face of make up. Heels that made you four inches taller, nothing on the boy that was picking you up any minute.

Your sisters snickered by the window as you reapplied lip gloss nervously. You heard an engine dull, a door slam, and multiple girl screams as the pit in your stomach started to come up.

You rushed down the stairs and swung the door open before anyone could beat you to it.

His face lit up at the sight of you, and then did a once over to take you in while you were dolled up. He was dolled up too and your tummy turned.

He was in jeans and a black and grey polo. His hair was slightly wet and messy, in contrast to the rest of him which was neat and tidy. He was holding colourful flowers that you blushed as you accepted and let down on the coffee table inside the door.

“You look pretty” he stated, rolling off his tongue casually as you beamed up at him, not noticing you were staring, smiling a tad creepily, not that he minded.

“Thanks, you look pretty too” you said in between smiling. Not realising anything anything wrong with how you were talking to a nineteen year old boy. You thought pretty was a fitting word. His eyebrows raised smiling as they quickly flickered to multiple girls peeking around the door at the top of the stairs as his brows furrowed and turned his attention back to you, ignoring them.

“Right? You ready?” You nodded shutting the door quickly and turning back around to messily bump into his chest. “Oh! Sorry rafe” you moved back into the door. “S’my fault, let’s head” he let you know as he grabbed your hand and hauled you to the car, opening your door and closing it.

You watched the big houses pass, waving small at your elderly neighbour who you bake cupcakes for every Wednesday, mrs sherry.

Rafe was casually tapping on the wheel to the beat of the music the radio station inside his car was playing. Every minute or two his vision would shift towards you, making sure of something you weren’t aware of.

You didn’t have a thought inside your head, and for the first time in your life that didn’t feel wrong or awkward.

In the past week, since meeting him at the country club, he had called you three time. He told you he wanted to call you more but he was busy, and you believed him. He seemed like he was someone who had a schedule, unlike you who drifted. Each call he was sweet and it somehow eased you slowly into sharing more with him.

You had found out he was working for his father, ward Cameron. He was set to take over things within the next few years when ward retires. He told you he has two sisters, Sarah and wheezie. His favourite colour was blue. He had a trip planned in two weeks to New York City for business with two other men. He listened to music you suggested and would always wait a few seconds after you finished talking, just to ensure he didn’t interrupt you because he was desperate for all the small sentences he could get. Every little thing he told you and, what you observed, you lapped up. You wanted to know all the small things, and all the big things. You had never been so curious. Anything else you could simply study in a book, not an actual boy though. Rafe cameron you had to be in his presence to learn things. which was becoming your preferred method of study. Because no books could make you feel the way he was making you right now.

Your eyes met once again as he pulled into the beach car park and he unclipped his seatbelt as you smiled, mirroring him. He was around the car opening your door before you could pick up your handbag from the floor. Which you usually wouldn’t leave on the car floor, but rafes car was clean.

When you stepped out of the car, the smell of the salty sea hit you. Rafes hand was immediately clasped in yours as he attempted to walk at your stoll pace down the docks. “You got us a reservation at Logies?” You blink up at him giggling, swinging his hand. Logies was the best restaurant on the docks. It had the majority of everything on the menu.

He squeezed your hand smiling, “you like Logies?” You nodded quickly as you turned the corner, entering the restaurant.

“Cameron” he replied to the woman at front desk. “Alrighty, follow me” as she lead you to an outside table, tucked in the corner. Rafe tucked your seat in behind you, and you thought you might drop dead with how sweet he was being.

When it came time to order, you panicked and said “same!” And were now stuck with steak, you liked steak but you wanted pasta.

When the dinners arrived, you didn’t care about your steak because rafe was in front of you talking about midsummers and how his family was hosting this years. You gushed about your dress, and how your fitting was in three days. You didn’t fail to blush when he said you’d look beautiful.

After a minute of wrestling with your dinner, rafe wordlessly snatched your cutlery and cut your steak for you while not cutting the conversation about colours of ties and his friends being bossed by their dates.

You didn’t have a date, and you hoped rafe would still be interested in you by midsummers.

After dinner and a double dozen of flushed cheeks, the evening was setting and rafe paid for dinner. You felt half bad because you only had your phone, a rhode lip gloss and a mini Gucci perfume in your purse. After dinner you didn’t want to go home, not even a tiny bit.

“Ice cream?” You followed rafes eyesight to the ice cream van on the promenade. You nodded eagerly “mhm sure” and without a second of processing, he was dragging you by your hand, and it seemed to be a habit of his.

A half an hour later and you were sat on the docks, licking your ice cream as rafe sat next to you, watching the sea distracted. There was some music in the background coming from a tourist gift shop. Rafe had you tucked under his beefy arm and the sight to anyone else was a long lasting couple, you hoped that was what you would become but instead you were seeing him, and somehow that was enough, for now.

You hummed to the music as you finally got to the cone. You lifted the cone to rafes lips as he bit down and you giggled softly.

“I better take you home, I don’t want them thinking I kidnapped you”

“they won’t care” you muttered sounding way too desperate.

“Still.. getting late”

“fine, let’s go” you mumbled, standing up and brushing your dress down as you began to walk, just to be pulled back by the hand “I don’t want to bring you home, but I have to, okay? If I could, I’d keep you with my all day” you’re face grew red hot by the admission.

“S’okay rafe, I know” your head bent down as he grabbed your hand again and began to walk.

As his car pulled up slowly on the long drive, your head started to spin. You didn’t want to leave this car or this boy.

“Bye rafe, thank you for tonight it was really…” you racked your head, regretting not prescribing on the way home “good” you whispered.

He smiled, watching you as you talked. “Yeah? Do it again then pretty?” You’re face smiled with your mouth parted in numb shock of everything that was happening. You realised you hadn’t replied and nodded rapidly as he just smiled at your cuteness.

You leant in to kiss his cheek lightly and unlocking the door. You stood on the concrete ground

“Bye rafe”

“Bye y/n”

- fee xxx

Rafe cameron x overlooked!reader

When he invited you over you were expecting a town house maybe, or an apartment. Just something smaller than this. He told you he lived alone, which meant a nineteen year old rafe Cameron owned this.

He told you he’d “swing by” after golf to pick you up, so now you were following after him as he swung his keys, leading you through the front door.

“All of this is yours?” You said, your mouth gaping accidentally. It had been four days since your date, and you for some reason missed rafe terribly.

“Ah yeah, kinda lonely sometimes but…. Not really here much so..” he rubbed his hand over his mouth. casually opening doors for you, only for you to wait for him to also come through the door so you were following him again.

“Hmmm it’s nice” you smiled up at him, and for some weird reason he took your smile as an invitation to hold your hand. So now he was holding your hand, leading you to the sliding glass doors that lead to his pool. “Glad you think so” he winked and your head span in the other direction quickly to hide the flush.

“You brought your bikini right? Or not bikini- your swimming costume or- whatever the fuck yo-” he stumbled over his words “uh huh I did” you smiled again, interrupting him, something he usually didn’t like, but he smiled.

“I actually saw ward and rose and wheezie at the club yesterday, I was wondering if you were with them” you sat on the beach chair next to rafes, stating the sentence you rehearsed in your mirror countless times, as a conversation starter.

“Well no, I was working yesterday so I opted out, only really see them at the weekend for barbecues now that I moved out” he dragged your beach chair closer, a makeshift beach bed, you lifted your legs, lying down and resting your hands on your stomach.

“How come you move out so early, seems so scary” you stared up at him as he adjusted the towel above you.

“S’not really, needed independence. I mean I love dad and rose, and my sisters but just prefer this” he shrugged, and when he laid down his more muscley arm brushed against yours.

“You like it all by yourself?” You pouted, although he couldn’t see when he laid next to you. You turned on your side so you felt like you were talking to him, so you could remember what it feels like later.

He sighed deeply “never said that, just….” His head shifted to turn to meet yours. You knew what he meant. You silently looked at each other until you spoke in a quiet whisper “why’d you call rose, rose not mom?”

“Shit i did, huh? Well rose isn’t my mom” you frowned in confusion.

“She’s not?” You’re surprised you didn’t know this, your mom knew the Camerons well, but she never mentioned that.

“No, ah mom died when I was small” you accidentally gasped, death stirring an odd reaction out of you always.

“M’sorry rafe” you reached out for him, and rested your hand on his which he just chuckled at, lifting his arm up for you, tucking you under.

“Watcha sorry for baby?” So casually he name dropped baby. You shook your head wanting to giggle and scream and not be as red as you were right now. You wondered what he thought of you. He had to have a romantic intentions if he was calling you baby.

“Nothing” you went quiet, so close to rafe, your head almost laying on his chest, being able to hear and feel his heartbeat.

“You should come” your head lifted, to gift a puzzled look “to a barbecue, meet my family” he nodded, trying to convince you.

“No no, I don’t think so..” your head flopped back down to rest on the skin lower than his shoulders.

“It’ll be fun. I mean dad usually has his brother and my cousins, Sarah brings John b, wheezie almost always has friends over. You can just stick by my side, it’s no pressure” his hand was stroking over your waist comfortingly and you softly shook your head again.

“Not good with people rafe” you murmured at the embarrassing fact. Refusing to look him in the eyes.

“S’not true, you’re good with me” you could hear the smile in his voice, and he could hear the nervousness in yours. He pinched your hip making you squeal, followed by a panting giggle as you tried to playfully push him, rafe not budging an inch.

“Move rafe!” You closed your eyes, pushing harder until he was lifting himself up, his hands reaching for your face, and kissing you.

It took you a few seconds to kiss him back, your first kiss, you weren’t sure what to do else than mirror rafes movements. His hands were in the chub of your hips, kneading your skin soothingly.

He was kissing you so delicately, painfully slow, so slow that you whispered a moan into his mouth. He pulled back, you staring at him, kissing your own lips inwards at the strange swelling feeling, a small giggle escaping your lips as you looked down at your fingers sitting in between your crossed legs, feeling silly.

“Thanks rafe” you whispered, still giggling at a tiny volume.

“Don’t thank me for kissing you” he smiled downwards, laughing too quietly. Doing everything to make sure you were comfortable and weren’t gonna run from him.

You leant over the deck chair to peck his lips once more before returning back to your chair. He smiled at your frantic sweet mannerisms, needing to desperately cool down in the pool.

Overlooked!reader x rafe cameron

Overlooked!reader is naturally maternal. Externally you have never admitted to even wanting children, something you had always felt guilty about since you feel as an unfit mother.

But internally…. there’s not much you crave more. All you want is someone to tell you, “be a perfect mommy”, or even presume that’s something you would do in her life.

You have boxes of old toddler clothes from your earlier years, even spending a day looking in wards attic with rose, fawning over rafes tiny baby clothes. Downloading silly face apps that would merge your and rafes face together. And filling your clothes with small pillows when nobodies home to picture the cutest bump.

Rafe already knew you’d be the mother to his kids since he saw you hold your niece on the traumatic first day he met your family. He’d trick you into talking about it on hot evening when just you and him were laying on the couch in the garden, asking what names you like and what colour to paint the nursery, because everything was always up to you.

He never was too persistent on protection. If you wanted a condom, he would wear one. If you insisted on pulling out, he would. But if you had forgot, he probably had too. He only rolled his eyes when rose began wanting to take you to her ‘favourite special doctor’ to get you prescribed to birth control. “Y’don’t need that shit, what you trying stop a baby for?” But he was of course dismissed by roses “ignore him”.

For rafe it was a waiting game, but for you it was much more than that..

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

You were still tired from the early hour, the diner rafe took you to having a peaceful ambiance as you were one of few customers, everyone speaking in hushed whispers, and reading newspapers with their coffee.

You were in leggings and one of rafes jumpers, feeling a little insecure lately, after the holidays and rafe feeding you all kinds of yummy foods.

When the waitress came over, you were nervous for an entirely different reason that usual. “Um, just a tea please” you mumbled, rafe watching you from behind his menu, ordering his own breakfast.

As you waited for the food, you played window games, people watching and rafe telling you car brands that you were slowly starting to remember.

But when the food came, or lack of, it went quiet. Slurping on your tea quietly, you read something about eating slowly improves digestion, making you skinnier. Despite it being a drink, you took small sips.

“You not hungry baby?” Rafe cut his bacon as you shook your head, trying to mask your lies with a smile. But of course he didn’t buy it, frowning.

You continued to talk to rafe, changing the subject to your nail appointment later, requesting his input and scrolling through options you saved to your camera roll.

“Baby?” He sounded sad, you’re eyebrows turned inwards confused, tilting your head.

“Yeah ray?” you sounded almost more confused than him.

“Just so full, can you help me? Don’t want the chef getting offended” lies after lies. He was starving, and had only ate a quarter of the plate, chefs wouldn’t see dirty dishes. But you looked so anxious and hungry, if he didn’t nip this in the bud quickly, it was going to be an issue, like most things with you.

Your lips twitched in discomfort. “I guess….” You brought the plate towards you, most of the food already cut up for you. “Don’t want him to be sad..” you pouted, bringing the food up to your lips as rafe smiled knowingly.

“Tastes nice don’t it, pretty girl?” You nodded, still eating slowly but managing, clueless to his scheming.

Rafe cameron x overlooked!reader

Yacht days were relaxing. Rafe would let you drink. You got the perfect tan. You napped half the day and the whole time, rafes concentration was focussed on you. Instead of work, or a conversation. you were all that mattered, just how you both preferred it.

You were wearing the most pretty white strapless dress, that Rafe would have to pull up every few minutes with a smirk. While Rafe was shirtless in navy and white stripy shorts.

Music was playing low from the kitchenette, inside the boat. While you and rafe sat tucked in a corner, on a cushiony couch.

There wasn’t a boat in sight as far as you could see. Rafe always took you somewhere private.

His arm was draped around you as you quietly talked about Simmons, how you had to change his food because the vet put him on a new diet. Rafes feet were hanging off the table, and your legs were draped over his thighs.

His hand was softly approaching your right boob, skimming over your nipple as you paused and eyes darted up, to rafes smiling face. His head ducked downwards to kiss your nose. Accidentally exhaling a satisfied hum as he did so.

“You’re cute” he chuckled, drunk as a skunk as you giggled confused. Looking up at him in awe and pride. Happy that you got chose by him.

Rafe Cameron x overlooked!reader

“Cmon” you giggled, leading rafe away from midsummers and through the long sand path parted in between long grass that lead to the cove.

Rafe was chuckling behind you, holding onto your hand out of fear of losing you. The air getting colder and darker with each step as rafe helped you climb up the sand dune. “Be careful baby.” He was still chuckling at your rash movements, pulling him from the balcony with his friends and hauling him away from the country club.

You were far past tipsy, this might be the drunkest you’ve ever been. You couldn’t tell if rafe was drunk. His smile was more messy and his cheeks were a little tinted.

You kicked your heels off, leaving you in your pretty midsummers dress, it was pale and matched your nails. Your feet met the sand as rafe picked up your shoes behind you.

The feeling of the soft sand, summer evening air and rafes hands on your hips, you felt dizzy. There was a faint echo of music from the club, you tried listening but the sound of your heart was beating faster and stronger.

“Where are you taking us princess” his arms enveloped your stomach pulling you against his chest and stopping you in your tracks. Kissing your neck, you turned around, standing stiff in front of him, giggling as his lips worked all the way up to your lips.

Your hands intertwined with the collar of his shirt pulling him further into you and towards the sand floor. He was groaning in your mouth, only confirming your strong feelings towards your boyfriend.

You fell onto your knees, facing each other as he gripped the fleshy part of your hips pulling you into his growing groin.

Your right leg reached higher, pushing him to the sand by his back as you straddled his hips, legs wrapping around his thighs. Trying to focus hard on kissing him instead of any other part of this whole thing.

As his arms surrounded your waist and placed you gently onto your back and nipped at the neck line of your dress. Pulling it down with his soft lips as your back arched and head engraved into the ground, trying to repress a moan and save the embarrassment.

His head lowered, kissing your chest, seeing it all for the first time as you played with his hair, the stars fuzzy above you.

“Baby you’re so… pretty and..” his face came back above you, talking to you directly as his hands stroked on your hips “I just- you’re so sweet and I need you to know that okay?” He kissed your lips, confirming his words as you smiled up at him, embracing his kind words as he cupped your face and kissed you hard.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to” you’re eyes shifted, to a more pleading look, you’re eyebrows raised slightly as he chuckled, kissing your lips again.

“Yeah me too” his lips wandered further again, sitting on his knees in between your legs as he slowly undressed you to your underwear, whispering sweet words as he did so. Complimenting everything in-front of him.

As you watched, lying on the sand, he took his dress jacket off and then the buttons on his shirt, you leaned up. Helping him starting from the bottom, your fingers met after the third button you undid, you’re eyes meeting too as you smiled shyly when he brung you back to the ground.

Nobody else around, the dark night and the sandy grass a few steps away, enclosing you and rafe in this moment.

You made a conscious effort to remember every feeling, every word. You hadn’t done this before, been this close to someone, emotionally or physically, platonically or romantically, you made sure to savour it because you weren’t sure how many moments like this you would get again in your life. With rafe. With a boy. With a boy like rafe who acted a lot like a man. More like a man then a lot of men.

Your underwear were being pulled gently down your legs as you attempted to stop shifting underneath him. You were physically trembling with nerves. You wanted it to happen, you just could hardly move with nerves.

His fingers traced your entrance, gently and slowly as you gasped. “Sorry” you giggled quietly, looking back up at the stars as rafes eyes remained staring at the beauty in front of him. “S’okay baby, don’t need to apologise”he whispered, chuckling again in an attempt to comfort you.

After warning you it might hurt, and holding your hand, he entered reluctantly slow. His body went lax as yours coiled and squeezed hard on his palm. You didn’t have to complain for rafe to pause for a moment and kiss your mouth gently.

“Tell me what to do sweetheart”

“Mmm please just keep kissing me” you inched your face up, bringing your lips to his as he kissed you back lovingly, smiling at your connection as he dropped into you lower.

Until it felt good, till you asked him to move. He was still slow and gentle, going at your pace forever if you asked him to. Little moans and mewls were coming from your mouth as you clawed at his neck.

“Rafe i- somethings happenin-” every thrust was leaving your insides closer to something that felt like maybe death.

Every deep thrust making you shiver until you were spasming to the brink of extinction, he slowed down as you came around his cock. You’re eyes shutting, as he pulled out, quickly wrapping you in his suit jacket as you laid quietly and sleeping on the sand. His hand moved to your heart to check your pulse.

He took a minute to look at you, and the situation he was so deep in. He had waited for this moment, and it was so much better than any past ride or wet dream.

He fucked you with real love and that was all he was ever going to do. Love you with his all real love. The way you peacefully lay, unconscious from the exhausting day.

He changed in a rush, trying to drag his eyes off you until he was done, picking you up like you were nothing and bringing you back to midsummers. A cigarettes after sex song playing and couples slow dancing on the floor, drinking on the balcony with womens head leaning on mans shoulder. He ignored it all but you, swiping your sandy hair out of your face as he slipped past the beach house and into the car park where he tucked you into passenger, next to your dress and heels, underneath all the blankets he could find in his truck.

“M’gonna take care of you” he kissed your forehead, shutting the truck door and getting in alongside you.