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Knox x F!Reader

(Y/n) Brandt has a history with her fathers most trustworthy hit man

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Getting the call from Gerald Brandt was a surprise to say the least. “Knox, I need you!” “What do you need?” Gerald screams into the phone, “Knox, my Idiot son is fucking things up!” “I’ll leave right away.” “And Knox, look after (y/n).” Knox pauses, excitement brewing in him. “You know I will.”

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I see a man walking down the dock to the shitty houseboat named so cleverly “The Boat”. I sit up from my chair, holding onto my hat in the low wind as the boat rocks in the water. “That’s the new bouncer at the roadhouse Ben keeps going on about?” The smirk grows on my lips. My friend meets my gaze, staring at the man as he steps onto the boat and shamelessly begins to work out in the sun. “He’s hot.” I lean on the railing.

I wave my hand towards him as my boat sails by. “Looking good over there!” He stops mid-sit up and waves with a small smile before continuing his set. My friend scoffed with a smile. “I'm assuming you’re taking a trip down to the bar tonight.” I shrug sitting back in my hair and sipping my margarita. “Might be.”

I walk into the bar and scan the scene. The music is upbeat, and the people seem to be calm… for now at least. I allow my eyes to scan the entire place until I see him. Sitting at the bar, and quietly observing. I walk to him and take the seat directly beside him. I smile at the bartender, “Rum and coke please.”

The man beside me smirks as I mindlessly pat my fingers on the bar looking around. I meet his eyes and drop my jaw dramatically. “Well, what are the chances? Hey there handsome.” “My name’s Dalton.” I shake his hand, “(y/n). Nice to see you again. Shirt on this time, but we can work on that.”

Night after night I’d go to the roadhouse and sit with Dalton. Flirting and talking, were all fun. When there was an issue he’d get up, handle it with some sarcastic banter and strong punches, and then he’d be back beside me with a cheeky smile as if nothing happened. I like a man who can handle himself. He was a sweet guy to top it off. He definitely shouldn’t be the one to be here taking care of this matter. He shouldn’t have to be the one to deal with my idiot brother and his schemes.

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I put six sandwiches on a plate and exit the home to the back patio. “Sandwiches are on the bar!” I yell to the boys as I sit down in a chair, opening my book. Not long after I gained inner peace, a loud collision struck right in front of the house. I tear my shades off as a figure enters. “Who the fuck put those bikes in my way?” I watch as Knox strolls in. “Who the fuck are you?” Clyde asks. Knox raises his hand to his face, “Shh.”

He walks to the bar and praises the leftover sandwiches. “Thank you, God. Sandwiches. I’m fucking famished.” He bites into the bread with a growl.

This can not be happening. I was set on the fact that I would not have to see this asshole ever again. The memories flash so quickly. A day full of shopping. The 4 bottles of wine at the most expensive restaurant in Rome. Romantic walks down the streets. Long nights full of him showering me with endless pleasure.

Moe bursts in quickly, “He knocked all the fucking bikes over!” I roll my eyes going back to my book. I’d rather not be involved in whatever the hell he’s doing. I turn the page in my book trying to focus on the words cascading down the page but I can feel his eyes burning onto my frame. Clyde towers over him. “Now you got a big ass problem, bucko.”

Knox nods, mouth full, “No shit! First off, I’m going to need more than 3 sandwiches.”

“I wasn’t done talking.” Clyde cuts Knox off.

Knox glares at Clyde, meeting his gaze with power. “Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, lad.” He pushes past Clyde and nears my chair. He stands next to me, looking down at me. I put my book down with a huff. Knox smiles, “What darlin’? Not a word for me? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” I stand up, bumping his arm as I walk past him.

Knox plops down in my seat, lounging back. “Aye, baby. Are you going to make me some more sandwiches or what?” I flip him off as I slam the door shut. “Stupid mother fucking Irish asshole.”

I tear my bathing suit off in a rush. Why the fuck has he come here? Something to do with my father no doubt. I step into the shower trying to calm my nerves, trying to burn out the heat that ignites in my core. He always had this effect on me. I can't help but remember the night.

I lay back on the couch, my dress hugged my body tightly. Knox saunters over with another glass of wine for me. “Mhh thank you,” I mumble out. He takes a seat next to me. I lay my legs over his thighs, beginning to look over his entire frame. He was big (no doubt everywhere). I run my foot over his crotch. He narrows his gaze at me. “Nah, lassie. That’s not in the cards for you.” He grabs my ankles putting my motions to a stop. I sigh before standing, rolling the wine into my glass. “I thought you were fun.” I lean down to my phone, putting some music on. I sway my hips, my back facing Knox. I down my glass of wine, turning around and arching my back on the wall. His eyes glued to my frame, his orbs burning into mine. I take a step forward, lowering the zipper of my dress with each step. I stand in front of him, zipper completely down, the dress hanging loosely. I lean down, my hands on his shoulders. “Still not in the cards? Even for me?” Knox chuckles, forcing his eye contact to the wall. “You father would have my ass, baby.”

I stand straight again. “Hm, that’s a shame.” I let the straps of the dress off my shoulders, it cascades down to the marble floor delicately. Only clad in my panties and expensive heels I turn away from him, leaving the dress at his feet.

“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles.

Before I know it I’m tossed onto the bed and Knox is kissing up my body and pampering my exposed breast with kisses and bites.

Soon his fingers pumping deliciously in and out of my heat. I arch up with a loud cry as an orgasm races through me. “There's a good girl."

I splash water onto my face. I can’t allow myself to get tangled in with him again. There’s nothing there but an empty promise. I know the bed will be cold by morning.

I step out of the shower and dry my body with the towel before hanging said towel up on the door. I bent over, flipping my head over to start drying my wet hair.

“I always did adore this side of you, love.”

I shoot up and turn around. “What the fuck!” I snatch my towel off the door and hold it up in front of me. “Get out!” He doesn’t. Instead, he walks closer causing me to back up until I hit the countertop. He places his arms on either side of me, making a chance for an easy escape difficult.

He bites his lip looking at my poorly hidden body. He catches the hem of the towel in his fingers. “Why don’t we catch up?” I look at him with wide eyes and anger boiling in my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Knox sucks in a breath. “Now listen, I know how it looked back then.” I scoff and push him away. He doesn’t fight me and allows me to pass. “Hate to see you go, but I love seeing you walk away, baby.” I enter my bedroom and with one last glance at Knox, I slam the door shut.

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Ben walks into the back patio and sees Knox sitting in a tanning chair, eating a plate of sandwiches. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” Knox nods, “Hey. I got a message for you. From your father.” He stands facing Ben.

Bem furrows his brow, “A message? My father? And what… What is this “message”?” Knox pops Ben in the nose quickly before tossing his arm over his shoulders. “You’re Ben, right? Jerry’s son?” He chuckles removing himself. Knox admires the house. He points to the pool shed. “This is where I’ll store my stuff. And that master bedroom up there is mine. Move your sister's shit in with mine. You can take her room.” Ben shakes his head, confusion clouds his mind. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”

Knox grabs a golf club. “Your dad says you’ve been fucking things up.” He turns to Ben, who backs away. “He asked me to lend a hand.”

Ben scoffs, “How would my father know? He’s in a prison, rotting in a cell.” “Don’t be silly. Your father has spies everywhere.”

“Well, you can tell my father…” Ben starts but gets cut off by his sister (y/n) coming out. “Where are you going?” She rolls her eyes. “Why do you care?” She takes a step and Ben grabs her arm. Knox straightens up, anger brewing within him. No one gets to touch her.

“Is it the road house? To see your little boyfriend?” (Y/n) rips his arm off, “Believe it or not but I’m actually likable unlike you.” She walks off. “Don’t go to that fucking bar, (y/n)!” She turns around with a smirk. “Or what?” Knox watches her such as predator watches their prey. Fire brewed within his chest at the thought of some other man touching her, touching what he had claimed.

Ben runs his fingers through his hair, frustration existing on his face. “She’s such a pain in my ass.” He turns back to Knox. “I don’t need your fuckin’ help. I have it all under control.”

“No, you don’t.” Knox swings the club, making Ben back away again. “Yes, I have people out there right now… cleaning up this final issue, and that’s all…” Knox ignored Ben’s confident plan. “So, where’s this bouncer asshole?”

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I enter the road house and move to the corner expecting to see Dalton but to my surprise, he’s nowhere in sight. Laura slides my drink over. “He’s late.” I furrow my brow. “That’s a first.”

An hour later Dalton comes in looking a little disheveled. He sits beside me taking a breath. “Hey.” “Hey, what’s going on?” He shakes his head. “Had a little mix-up with the sheriff.” I cringe internally, “A mix-up?” My brothers doing. Laura leans over conserved. “What are we talkin’ about?”

A surprising guest speaks a few seats away. “Yeah, what are we talking about?” Ben walks over, taking the seat next to me. “Hey, sis. Thought I told you to stay home.” Ben averts his attention from me. “I’m curious to hear what you were gonna tell her, Dalton. I’m Ben Brandt. (Y/n)‘s brother.”

Dalton smirks, “Let me guess. It’s your turn now.” “My turn?” “You know, to threaten me. Tell me to get out of town. Like your buddy, Big Dick.” Ben chuckled. “No. No, I get the impression that you can’t be threatened.

I wish you could be, but… I’d even bribe you if I thought money would work.” Dalton nods, “Really? How much we talking?”

“Ben, can you just fuck off?” He turns to me, anger in his eyes. “(Y/n) doesn’t it make you curious what an outsider like him… thinks he’s doing here.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Ben. Nor do I care. Just get the fuck out of here.”

Ben ignores me again. “So, I guess my question is… Why? Right? It can’t be just some competitive thing, you…you’ve won the fight. You can back off now. But you… you don’t. You just keep… punching and punching and punching. So, why? Why don’t you just stop?” Dalton stays silent causing Ben to exit like a toddler, anger blowing from his ears.

Dalton raises a brow. “Your brother, huh?” “I like to think I’m adopted.” The door opens and Knox strolls in with the bikers behind him. I watch as Knox scans the room making eye contact with me.

Knox strolls around, picking at two separate tables. “Hey, fellas. Looks like you’re havin’ a smashing night!” He swings the golf club smashing every bottle and glass off their table. Knox successfully starts the bar fight and chaos consumes the entire building.

“Dalton! Dalton! Dalton!” Knox screams as he scans the room. I stand up and walk towards him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knox chuckled, lowering his head, our noses brushing. “A lot of shit. You wanna try to fix me?” His smirk grows.

“Dalton! Dalton!” On-demand, Dalton yells from the top of the steps. “What?” Knox looks over him as if inspecting. He tosses his head back. “This is the guy?” He asks me, I can see jealousy glowing in his eyes. “Leave him alone, Knox.”

He points to Dalton. “You know, I got sent here special. Just for you.” Dalton stays calm, taking a glance around the chaotic scene. “And you brought all your friends with you?” “I thought you might miss havin’ an audience. I was trying to be thoughtful. Like on pay-per-view. 25 quid. Watch me pulp your face!” Panic pumps through my veins. “You can’t fucking do this, Knox.”

Dalton stands a few feet away now. “You know this guy too?” Knox smirks and looks at me, waiting for my answer. “He’s my father’s employee.” Knox places his hand on his chest, acting like his feelings are damaged. “Aww come on, baby. Don’t be like that.“ He takes my chin between his fingers, his face inches from mine. “How do I know that you squeal when having your pussy eaten just, hm? Right here.” Knox sticks his hand down to my clothed crotch and pats my pelvic bone lightly. I gasp and move away from him. The act so bold in a public setting had my cheeks glowing red and a pool between my legs.

Dalton grabs Knox and shoves it away. “Don’t touch her, man.” Knox smiles at Dalton. “Nah, mate. You don’t get to touch her! SHE’S MINE!” Knox swings his club at Dalton hitting him in the stomach, before punching him and starting a brawl between the two.

I follow some of the bikers outside as they file out. “What the fuck was that?” I scream at Dell. “Stop it, (y/n). You know Brandt wants the road house.” I roll my eyes, “a shitty bar? For real?” I turn on my heel to walk back into the bar, but Knox catches my upper arm and pulls me to his car. “Let go of me, Knox.” He opened the passenger door and oh so helpfully assisted me in. “You and me. We’re going to have a little chit-chat.” He fumes. He’s angry. He flies off, tearing up gravel as he speeds out of the lot. He maneuvers through traffic, passing cars at high speed. “If you slow down we won’t live long enough to talk,” Knox smirks at me. “Ah baby, I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, truly.”

Knox drifts into a lonely dock and slams the door as he gets out. “Let’s go.” Knox strips his shirt and shoes. I step out and lean against the front of the car, the sand damp on my feet.

Knox shakes his finger at me. “This ain’t you. Where’d my girl go?” I glare at him, “Maybe she’s back in Rome where you ditched her two years ago.” Knox, only a couple feet away smiles again. “All that? Baby you know your father had me running around for him.” “You left me alone with no explanation. You dipped that morning and never spoke to me again.” Knox nods, “Yeah, I did. That’s what your father told me to do.” “Yeah, and you always do what he says huh? Like a dog.”

Knox drops his smile. “And what have you been doing? You used to listen like a good girl. Now look at ya. Fucking around with these assholes.”

“Better than you.”

Knox grabs my arm pulling me to him. “Aww, now I see it. You’ve not been fucked real good in a long time. That it?” I raise my hand and slap him across the face. He pauses for a moment before a dark smirk grows across his lips. “There’s my tiger.”

Fuck it. This is toxic as hell.

I wrap my arms around his broad body, attacking his mouth. He holds me up, holding our bodies as close as possible. Our tongues battling, the passion seeping from each other's mouths. The clawing and scratching of our hands. He kisses down my neck, running his tongue over my collarbones. The hot breeze sticks to the moist surface. He pushes me back onto the hood of the car. “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, but first…” he flips the hem of my dress over my thighs, and separates them. “I need to taste ya.”

He kisses the soft skin of my inner thighs. A drunken state unraveled within me. Knox pulls my panties down, taking a look at my private. He nestled between my thighs, "Such a pretty cunt. How did I ever let you out of my sight?" The praises leaving his mouth caused me to gasp. I am unable to speak, unable to ask if he wanted to do this out here, on the beach, given any surprise visitor. All I could do was moan and arch my back onto the cold surface of the car. My heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl.

His tongue brushed through my folds, collecting drops of the hot arousal. He moaned against my cunt, sucked on the pulsing bundle of nerves. “Knox," the call of his name made him chuckle against my skin. I had never known such pleasures besides him. I was already close to letting go, his mouth latching onto my clit, once again leaving me to arch her back off the hood. "Let go for me, darling."

With another breathy moan, I release, eyes rolling back into my head, fingernails about to claw stripes into the pain of the car. He lazily licked my slit for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Knox, fuck me please," I whined, looking into his eyes, pleading. He smiled and followed my order within seconds.

My legs lay wide open for him to enter and while his hands hold my waist tightly. He shoved himself up my pussy with such an ease.

"You feel perfect, angel. Nothing changed." he moaned, his moves quickened fast. Noises of skin slapping against skin filled the area. "So fucking good" Knox panted in between harsh thrusts. My lower body just perfectly crashed together with his. I was in heaven as I felt myself coming closer and closer to my end. "I'm gonna cum." | whimpered so quietly that he could barely hear it. “You're the only man who can make me feel this good,” I whined, I was all his.

His movements grew slower, and he heavily breathed into my face. “You’re mine, (y/n).” I was so close, my body was burning. I nod breathlessly, “I’m all yours.” Waves of an orgasm beautifully crashed in, and it was only a matter of seconds before I would cum.

"Good girl." Knox panted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand wandered to my clit and circled it at a fast, pleasuring pace. That was it. I felt my orgasm finally coming in and I let out a loud moan. Knox growled into my neck and bit into my shoulder as he came right after me, releasing all of his warm cum inside me. He kept moaning and growling into my skin, both of us exhausted and in a blissful state. His body was limp on mine.

We laughed into each other's faces and after a moment of silence and just looked at each other. He moved over to his car, retrieving a blanket. “What are you doing?” I ask still lying in bliss. He spread the blanket on the sand. “A night under the stars. What do ya say, lass?” He picks me up and lays us down on the soft blanket. His hands went over my back, and it sent shivers down my spine. In this moment the world was perfect.

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Any new fic updates 😉

Cause like I can't find anything to read on Tumblr anymore

I’m so late to this but nooo I don’t have any but i miss my tumblr girlies for real!!

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Love you're work! 💕

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Thank you!!!!!!

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Oh thank god 🫶 that baby is so lucky

Like

This is the dad (dont ask y I have a pic of him sleeping)

Like yk that baby gonna be attractive when it grows up

And like imagine having JJ as an uncle

And imagine having kiara, John b, Sarah and pope as ur aunty/uncle

AND IMAGINE HAVING TOPPER AND KELCE AS UNCLES

That baby lucky

YES!! And the baby is fr lucky

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Moment of realization that I haven't had any update about the baby

It's still alive right???

LMAO yes the baby is still alive. I couldn’t ever let the baby die

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Do you write rarry? 💓

Hey sorry I don’t write Barry🤍 (hope you mean Barry)

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Dahlia

Soft! Rafe Cameron x Reader (Name Drop twice- Amerie)

Synopsis: Rafe surprises you with a romantic time in a field of flowers.

Warnings: Cute fluff

A/N: I have never been so busy in my life, so I have to get something out.

Masterlist

“Rafe Cameron, where are we going?” Amerie inquired playfully sternly with a soft smile. You refused to leave the bed unless Rafe told you about his planned surprise. “We are… going out to dinner.” He leans down and kisses you just for him to pick you up by your waist, positioning your body to the walk-in closet. “Fine, fine. What am I wearing to this supposed dinner, baby?” 

   “You’re going to want a soft look and THOSE.” Rafe points to the costly butterfly heels you haven’t dared to wear because there hasn’t been an event to wear them to. Lavender silk and each thread are embroidered, creating a garden-like look, but the IT factor is the pastel lavender leather and lining, along with the two butterflies placed on each heel. You start to protest, but he quickly moves on to the clothing.

   You pick out a puffed sleeve that laces in the front and a sweetheart neckline paired with a pastel pink and light black skirt forming a Gingham pattern as two tasteful little slits are at the bottom. 

   Amerie twirls for Rafe, who is more than satisfied with the outfit that completely fits his desired aesthetic. “How come you’re not dressed so fancy because you seem to be a fashionista nowadays.” You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to your face until your lips are meters away. “I’m hard just looking at you.” He lays his hand on your cheek, caressing your pale cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Your lips turn to a large grin, and start giggling. “Are you ready, Cameron?” You peck his red lips. Rafe grabs a bookbag, stuffing a camera, water, and two pairs of sunglasses, one black pair of Ray Bands and the other white Chanel sunglasses with pearls on the sides. Right, because we wear sunglasses while eating… How normal.

   “Close your eyes, baby.” You close your eyes as the truck stops and wait for Rafe to help you out of his car. He interlaces your hands together, and a floral smell comes about, strong too. “Open.” He whispers.

   A flower field filled with every flower possible. “You remembered!” He nods, smiling wholeheartedly at your happiness. You grazed over the subject one night of wanting to have a romantic time with Rafe in a field of flowers and take pictures. The scenery is better than the pictures. The blinding orange sun, squinting up at the pink and orange cloudless sky, blended as if a professional had come to swipe the colours across to contrast with the dark trees behind the field of wildflowers, tulips, sunflowers, and Lilies, but your favourite blossom was missing. A Dahlia, specifically an ombre of white to pastel orange, makes it extremely hard to spot among the other bright oranges.

   “Sweetheart,” Rafe shouted for you though he was halfway across the field from you. He’s holding the exact flower. You squeal, running wobbly in your heels. He snaps a few photos, and you give him your best pouty face for it. “I love you.” You then realize his shirt is off and glide your delicate hands over his abdomen. “I love you too, my ethereal girl.” He grins compassionately into the chaste kiss. 

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First word

Ok, so I thought of a blurb idea that was so cute, and I think it would fit before everything happened. Got this idea from the fanfics I read. Where rafe calls TR "Mama"

Primrose is 1

Reader is working for her dad

Rafe working for ward

Still in obx

Read backstory for more info

Warnings: Fluff, Fluff, wholesome and that's it

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You and Rafe had just gotten back from work

You picked up Primrose from your mom's house and now you were driving back home to your house

Rafes hand rested on your thigh as he drove

It was obvious he was tired

When you 3 got home you took a shower first as rafe played with Primrose

Then rafe took a shower as you made dinner for everyone

When rafe came out of the shower he came behind you and wrapped his arms around you resting his head on you as you fed primrose dinner

Rafe peeked his eyes above your shoulder and gave primrose funny looks with his eyes

That made primrose laugh

You smiled, heart warmed at your lover and child's relationship

"How was your day mama"

"It was good"

Rafe hummed and kissed your shoulder

You giggled and looked back at your child to see the angry expression she has

"What's that look for" you ask her with a teasing pout

"Mamma" she said to the best of her ability

your jaw dropped

you turned around to look at Rafe to see if you heard right

to see that he was recording

"MAMMA" she said again

you put her plate down and go to her

showering her with kisses making her giggle

"Mamas girl" you whisper to her

you felt hands wrap around your waist

"We're having another kid, so their first word can be dada"

You giggled at that

"We'll see"

Rafe kisses your cheek, and all of a sudden, you hear an angery sound coming from beneath you

You look down to your daughter to see she has that same angery expression from before

You take her out of her (whatever the hell babies eat on)

And hold her

"Whats wrong baby"

She pushes rafe away, which has you a little confused

"Hey, what did I do peach?"

Rafe says, coming closer to see if he did something

"My mama" you suddenly hear

Your jaw drops, and you look at rafe for confirmation of what you just heard

You see rafes wide eyes looking back at you for the same confirmation

"Hm, but she's dating me" rafe said cheekyly

You watched as primroses Pout worked

"MY MAMA" she screamed as she wrapped her hands around your neck

You and rafe both laughed, and you rubbed her back up and down while she had her head buried in your neck

Time skip

You put primrose to sleep

You and rafe were in bed, your head on his chest, and his hands ran over your hair

"You know she kinda looks like you when she's mad"

"Whats that supposed to mean"

"That your cute when you're mad"

You giggled

"Shut up and go to sleep"

Rafe kissed the top of your head, and you both drifted off to sleep.

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Hey sweets, I know everyone's waiting for part 3 of restart, but I got this cute idea and made it, might make a part 2 where primrose says her 2nd/3rd word (I don't know if "my" counts) that's like daddy or Dada let me know if you wanna see that. I'm finishing this at 1:28 am lol

BYE SWEETS

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Please make a part 2 to forbidden touch

Stepbrother! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, taboo themes, stepcest, called bitch, nicknames like stepbrother, stepsister, and stepbrother, teasing, p in v, and grinding.

A/N: I hope this doesn't seem too rushed, but they did get a happy ending!

Part one

You tried to push him away, you did, but he wouldn’t leave. It was supposed to be a night of releasing pent-up tension- or that’s what you told yourself, and now Rafe can’t keep his hands off you. It wasn’t just sex, Rafe confided in you. He told you things he’d never tell anyone else, and you replicated his gestures and late-night talks. Your friends started to notice how close you and Rafe had become, and so did your Mother. She was delighted that Rafe had someone to talk to, for him to have such a good sister like you. 

   You put your hands on Rafe’s chest to stop him from kissing you. “Rafe, we can’t do this anymore before- before we get attached. I’m serious.” You were lying through your teeth. He knew it because you were already attached. “I thought we inferred that you were a good sister. Can’t fuck your stepbrother one more time, baby.” His veiny hand makes its way up your thigh and unbuttons your shorts. He slips his hand under your panties, gliding his finger over your slit before easing his middle finger into you. “You like that sister?” The nickname only made you wetter. You nod, leaning to kiss him, but he pushes you away and removes his finger from your cunt. You rub your thighs concurrently, whining. 

   Rafe lays you back against your pillows, his body between your legs, his erection pressed against your pussy. “You’re going to kiss me next time like a good stepsister?” He grabs your jaw, lips pushing together as you choke out a desperate yes, grinding your hips onto his. Rafe presses his mouth to yours and spits saliva angrily into your mouth, and you swallow it like a good stepsister. Despite your neediness, you pretend to gently run your hands through Rafe’s dishevelled hair but tug his head back, watching him smile sinisterly. This week Rafe has had a temper hence the anger already shared in the few seconds, and you always let him use you. So it was time to have a switch. Until you hear your Mother’s voice from the other side, causing you to stiffen up. “Yeah, Mom?” You call out while Rafe kisses your jaw, only to find your sweet spot for you to moan quietly. “I need to talk to you.” You yell out okay.

   “Rafe Cameron, the bathroom now!” You whisper-scream at him because he won’t stop kissing you. Then, finally, you push him by the butt to get in there, rolling your eyes after.

   You compose yourself before opening the bedroom door, taking deep breaths and buttoning up your shorts. “Mom, what do you want to talk about?” You smile, both of you sitting on the bed where you were grinding onto Rafe. “I know you and Rafe have been becoming closer, and I just want you to be careful because he can be…” She rubs her neck, giving you a slight smile and obvious ‘mom’ advice. All girls should be wary around Rafe because the next thing you know, you're having sex with him every day. 

   “But, I also wanted you to know that me and Ward aren’t doing so hot right now.” You try not to look happy because your mom is heartbroken, but you choke on your spit, wheezing until your breath becomes stable. She gives you a worried look but brushes it off. “I’m hoping it’ll work out, but I’m exhausted after this long day.” You yawn on cue, eyes saddening for your mom's convenience. You walk her out to the hall. “Night, love you.” You shut and lock your bedroom door, jump onto Rafe excitedly, and wrap your legs around his waist. You kiss all over his face as he laughs. 

   He lightly throws you into the bed and quickly throws your shorts and panties to the wooden floor. You unbuckle his bed and slide his khakis off with his boxers, letting his cock lay against your abdomen. “I’m not fucking you.” He mumbles against your lips, placing a light kiss on them. You furrow your brows, confused. “But we got good news.” You sigh, irritated. Of course, Rafe had to be stubborn today. 

   Rafe rubs his tip up and down your folds, putting extra pressure on your clit. Your hands grasp the sheets until your knuckles turn white, and the only oxygen you can breathe is his because his mouth is sealed to yours. He pulls away. “C’mon, rub yourself on me since you decided to be a bitch today.” His gravelly voice whispers, biting your bottom lip, creating an indent from his teeth. 

   You’re so desperate that you oblige. You lower your cunt on Rafe’s erection, and every bulging vein is more prominent as you stroke his cock with your pussy, adding to the pleasure of his tip slightly curving up into you, but he doesn’t let it happen. “Just one thrust. Please, baby.” You pout sweetly, throwing your hands around his neck, legs shuddering just for Rafe to look conceited. He pulls your shirt off, sucking on your nipples that turn sensitive too quickly. “Rafe, please. I need you.” You say tersely, and you see him deciding whether he should. Finally, he does—one deep but profound thrust as you cry out in pleasure, covering your mouth quickly. 

   You knew you would barely last a minute because of his teasing. The bed squeaks with each movement, and your breasts bounce as Rafe pounds into you unmercifully. Finally, his hand rubs quick circles on your clit, and you are gone. Your eyes roll back, pussy spasming around his cock, and long lines of ripped skin on Rafe’s taut back. 

   A month later, you’re completely moved out of the Camerons' house and back into the comfort of your home. Fortunately, your feelings for Rafe didn’t leave but grew more assertive, leading to a secret relationship until it reached figure eight, and everyone knew. At first, you weren’t on speaking terms with most of your friends, but they later accepted it, saying more than needed kinky things about your relationship with Rafe. 

   You could call it a happy ending for now.

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I can't get the thought of Rafe making you touch yourself and the later assisting you and roughly fucking you all while Barry watches just😩

C'mon baby

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, fingering, masturbating, p in v, rough Rafe, bruising, light dirty talk, and implied after care.

A/N: I'm not into Barry but like you never know…

Rafe has been acting weirdly sweet, a sickening sweet like pink cotton confection made untouched at the carnival. As a dutiful boyfriend, he takes you out to your favorite restaurant by the ocean, platonic cuddles at the beach because they’d usually lead to sex, and sweet talking you to let his coke dealer watch you guys have sex at the end of the day in his bedroom. Despite Barry being good-looking and muscular, you were off-the-charts nervous, and your body was rigid to the touch.

   “Rafe, but,” You trail off after your boyfriend tells you Barry is halfway here. “C’mon baby, you’ll do great. Barry’s cool.” Rafe begins to pepper kisses from your jawline to your shoulder and then slowly rubs his thumbs over your shoulders, massaging you. You unwind in his hands, the tensity built up in your muscles, leaving with each benign knead. “He’s here.” Rafe leans down to kiss you delicately while you look at him through your lashes. The innocent look on your face makes him smile as he walks out of the room. Once he leaves, you quickly search Rafe’s drawers for an oversized shirt; finding a polo, you take off your bra but leave your panties on. 

   Their footsteps inch closer, and you position yourself on your knees to sit on your back legs with a seductive grin, watching them walk in; both of their eyes descend to your nipples, poking through the navy blue-white striped button-up. Rafe’s face contorts into pride, and Barry looks more than pleased, both already sporting a hard-on at the sight of your perfect perky tits. “Princess,” He says solemnly. Barry sits in the comfortable chair beside the bed, pushed to the wall, creating a little distance between you and him. That is precisely why Rafe liked this, Barry could watch, but he couldn’t touch you. Not to lay a finger on your pretty body just so your boyfriend could show off your beauty as long as you were ok with it. 

   Rafe moved onto the bed behind you, pushing your thighs open for Barry while Rafe sucked on your neck to leave purple spots. “Take off your panties to show him your pretty pussy.” He whispered against your ear, looking to Barry, who seemed to be waiting on you. You stop, sitting on your knees so you can spread your legs wide, giving Barry the ideal view of you slightly, lifting your hips, throwing your black panties on the floor near his feet, and showing off your flawless white teeth and then Rafe brings your hand to your mound. “Rub your clit, but start slow, hmm?” You nod, obliging, but first, massage your wetness to your clit and begin rubbing light circles that emit whimpers from your mouth. Next, Rafe brings his hands under your shirt to fully cup both breasts. Barry starts to palm himself through his jeans, watching your idle speed grow quicker until your jaw is slack and you're leaning on Rafe for support. “Finger yourself.” You ease your middle finger into your tightness, and you can only imagine Rafe’s cock splitting you open. You observe Barry while he unzips his pants and takes his lengthy cock out.

   The view of Barry stroking himself has you getting more aroused and thrusting two fingers in. Rafe is pinching your hard buds and raising the shirt over your boobs to display them, only adding to the sweat beading on your forehead and your hair sticking to your face. Your legs shake visibly, and you close your eyes until Rafe removes your hand and aggressively tugs his shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor. “Rafe.” You whine out, desperate to be touched again, to be whole. “She’s so fucking needy, huh, Barry?” He agrees with Rafe, and Barry’s eyes darken as he thrusts himself into his hand languidly. “So needy,” His voice wanders. 

   Rafe pushes your body to the bed so that your head hangs off enough to see an upside-down Barry masturbating, his mouth parted in a haze, looking into your eyes. Unexpectedly Rafe thrusts into you, causing a loud pornographic moan and the bed to creak with each drive of his dick. “Fuck Barry, it feels so good!” You cry out, your manicured fingers grasping Rafe’s shoulders, indenting your nails to his skin. You wrap your legs around Rafe’s waist, which creates a deep thrust bottoming out while Rafe’s big hands clasp your tits, almost hurting, but the snap of his hips against yours suffices the pain; Rafe unwraps your legs from his waist and flips you over so not that you're on top. You bring your hands down to his chest and start grinding on his dick, setting your own pace until Rafe bruisingly grabs your hips, stilling your movements and completely pounding into your cunt. Piercing yet pleasurable moans and grunts come from all three of you as Rafe slaps your ass to leave a red imprint and grabs your flesh roughly.

   Your eyes shut from overstimulation while you rub your clit weakly. Rafe grabs your chin, and you can faintly hear him say look at Barry. You do, but your vision is blurred, your inner muscles clamp around Rafe’s dick with each hit of your cervix, and tears stream down your face as every noise of Rafe and Barry plunges to white noise until your legs give out, falling onto Rafe’s chest, your own heaving up and down while you feel Rafe’s cum spurt into you. You lift your head to look at Barry, sweating, and his hand covered in his cum, some of it dripping down to his jeans. He leans back in relief but gets up and heads to the bathroom. 

   Before you get off your boyfriend, give him a chaste peck and cover yourself in the crumpled duvet, watching Rafe throw shorts on. Barry comes back out. “Thanks for the show, princess.” He says, walking out with Rafe, making your cheeks twist to red. 

   Rafe comes jogging into the room. “Mhm, I’ll draw us a bath. Are you ok, baby?” He asks with genuine concern. You expose your crimson and slightly bruised body to him. “Yes, but you better cuddle me all day tomorrow. No excuses. Your schedule will be cleared.” You say as he smiles at your silliness, but you're dead serious and lean up to kiss Rafe softly.

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When Spider tries to protect you

Spencer "spider" white x reader

A/n: AH this is my introduction to the heartbreak high fandom! It's not a lot, but it's something <3

he said he was trying to defend your honor

“what honor?” you had asked in a condescending tone

truth be told, said honor had been thrown out the window the moment the incest map had been discovered

“we’re not even friends, and i wasn’t asking for your protection” you rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless

it was a timid, almost unoticible smile

but spider noticed

he just shrugged

“you’re bleeding.” you pointed to his nose “does it hurt?” 

instinctively you reached your right hand to inspect the damage

and as soon as the tip of your finger touched his nose he quickly swatted your hand away

“you’re gonna make it worse.” 

“well, can’t just stay with your nose like that”

“do you know first aid?”

“not exactly” you thought for a moment before finishing with “but i love hospital shows.”

the blank stare he gave you was almost comical

and you wanted to laugh

but you held it in because you had already smiled too much in spencer’s presence

“Then no.”

Let’s just say it took you long minutes of trying to convince him to let you inspect it

until you gave up and dragged him to the nurse room

when you got there she made ton of questions and you lied about all of them

You just wanted to forget what really happened

your boyfriend - and now ex - had called you a slut for cheating on him with his brother

but it wasn’t true

and you told him multiple times

multiple times

but apparently, in his opinion, the incest map was a more reliable font than you were

and when he called you that in front of all his friends on the gymnasium, just because you were chatting with spider - about some math sheet you were supposed to do with him - during his break, you wanted to cry

and spencer became extremely aware of it

apparently he was very aware of you, you just didn't know

so he did what he did

and yeah

you didn't ask for help

but you appreciated it

and he knows, even if you won't say it out loud

A/n: Thank you for the people that answered a post i did a while ago about Australian slang, but i was kinda scared of using it wrong and make it weird 😭 anyway, it'd help a lot if you guys liked and rebloged! Love you all and this dead fandom <3 (WE NEED MORE FICS)

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Who do u write for

Do u by any chance write for junior alba/trevor (hellraiser 2022) cause I got some ideas 😉

AHHH YES GIRLY. Request all you want!!!

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Pretty

Rafe Cameron x Virgin! Reader

Synopsis: A sweet girl falling for a man like Rafe Cameron leads to nefarious gazes as you and Rafe walk out sweaty and red lipstick covered on his neck.

Warnings: Thigh riding, slight corruption?, Angst at the end.

A/N: Making a part two because why not? Also, the request fan fictions will be out tomorrow.

An hour before your parent's event, your brother was nowhere to be seen. It was the most significant advancement for their company to expand and aggrandize. More or less, Rose asked you to find Rafe, and knowing he was with your brother, you ran in your ruby-red Christian Louboutins if running was concluded to waddling in the Country Club, all eyes, failing to look at their girlfriends and to you instead. Most girls give you dirty looks, their eyes falling on your body. Having everyone stare at you was never intentional, but you also never noticed.

   There they sat in casual clothes, talking with each other. “Nathan, our parents need us to be there. Where is your suit?” You knitted your brows together. “We’re living precariously,” Nathan said with a lively tone as Rafe snorted, receiving amused looks from both of them. You sigh at the childish behavior. You shift on your heels, becoming uncomfortable in the sun's warmth, illuminating the highlighter and Chanel red lipstick. You bite your lower lip, looking at Rafe, who has barely said a word to you as usual.

   Anytime you were around, he’d get quiet, unwilling to look at you. “We’ll go.” Rafe glanced at Nathan, who stood up, leaving you behind to catch up. You were practically just the younger sister in every situation because, as people said, you were entirely sweet and innocent though it was true. 

   You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the man before you, watching his tanned arms flex almost too perfectly in the grey and black shirt, showing off every vein in his forearm while he adjusted his grey backward hat. You saw Rafe every day. Whether it was at your house or his or during your morning jog, he was always in your line of sight.

   You once asked your parents what they thought about the Cameron boy, and they worded their sentence, carefully trying not to bash him as your parents were good friends of Rose and Ward Cameron, but to say the least, they are not fond of him and wished your brother wouldn’t hang around with such bad influence as Rafe Cameron, so why would you want a man like him? A man who would only break your pure heart.

   We arrived at the house, but you had to get going quickly. You couldn’t help but feel deep sadness as you walked out the door. Did Rafe hate you? You called Kiara to pick you up, hoping she would advise you. You barely had any boy experience, and it shames you because you’re nineteen and dated only one guy just for him to drop you for another girl, but he quickly got put in his place by your brother and Rafe… 

   “Doesn’t even GLANCE AT YOU! You’re drop-dead gorgeous. Who couldn’t like you? But, wait, who is he?” Kiara’s jaw dropped, and she gestured her hands all over. 

    You smile at Kie’s reaction but tauten as you’ve been edging around Rafe’s name. Kiara would freak out if she knew it was Rafe, you fancy. “I don’t- remember his name.” You rub your neck nervously, stuttering over words. “What?” Her lip arches in confusion as she parks her car, and we get out. You avoid the comment. “Ok… Since you don’t want to reveal the mystery man, I must find my parents.” She pulls you in for a short-lived hug and disappears into the crowd, leaving you alone. 

   You go to the front, lifting the red floral summer dress in hopes you won't fall as your parents start their speech, causing everyone to go quiet. They talk about how grateful and happy they are to make it where they are, but a fragrance envelops you, cedar and Caledonian sandalwood, and to your knowledge of cologne, it's from Chanel, and the scent entices you to turn your head only to be met by a pristine Rafe. His towering body glances down at you, feeling flustered. You avert your eyes back at your overjoyed parents. 

   Once they announce who they're partnering with, the mass breaks out into a cheer, and you clap, smiling, proud of your parents, and everyone begins to split into groups again. Your bones feel strained, and butterflies appear in your stomach, only for you to stumble backwards, landing in Rafe’s arms, then moving to hold your waist. “I’m so sorry- I’ve been really uncoordinated today.” You give him a thin smile, but the smile fades, deterring you from thinking optimistically about his reaction and the atmosphere surrounding you and Rafe. It wasn’t anger or enmity, but it felt tense and something else you couldn’t place as he leaned down to your ear, his breath light. “I’m going to ruin you, pretty girl.” Your body stiffens as he places a feathery kiss on your red lips, yet a bright red stain marks his. Rafe smirks at your cherry face, but his blue eyes are a dark sea, and his jaw sharpens. 

   Rather than leaving, he intertwines his hand with yours, taking you to an extensive vacant room crammed with spare decorations and chairs. You don’t realize you're holding your breath until Rafe brings you onto his thigh. Your heart is palpitating, and butterflies have become aching for him. The room is cold, making you shudder. Rafe’s gaze is piercing as you try to get comfortable, but wiggling around on his thigh is futile and instead stirs a quiet moan from you. 

   You feel embarrassed. “You know how pretty you look like this? You know how long I’ve wanted you?” His low voice mumbles into your lips, and he places his large hands on your waist, pulling you farther up his thigh. You relax into his soothing touch, but the nervousness doesn’t leave. You’ve never had sex or have done this before; Rafe guides your hips back and forth, creating friction between his thigh and your clothed clit. You whimper against his lips as you start to move into the rhythm of his hands. 

   You feel selfish for letting him do all the work, so you bring your hand to his tangible erection and start palming him through his dress pants. His size makes your eyes widen, Rafe was a big guy, but his length was impressive. “Fuck- you don’t have to do that, pretty girl,” Rafe grunts out while your movements against his thigh become swifter. “I want to.” You moan into the sickening sweet yet dirty kiss as he slips his tongue into your mouth, greedily accepting it. You gasp, pressing your body harder into his thigh but keeping your languid pace on his cock. Your legs feel weaker as pressure builds up in your stomach, and the throbbing initiates burning in your lower abdomen. “Rafe-” You wrap an arm around his neck, and your face is hidden in the nape, mouth open and pressing your plump lips to his Adam's apple. His hands grip your waist indefinitely to leave a red imprint. 

   “My good, pretty girl. Only for me, hmm?” He rasps out through grunts. You nod; words would be incomprehensible in the condition you are in. Edging release until the pure gravelly voice of Rafe pushes you over the boundary, officially connecting yourself with the Cameron man in more ways than you ever thought would happen. You are spasming around nothing; adrenaline is still coursing through the white splotches as you pant. Despite Rafe not receiving much, he has a dazed look in his eye, and you lay your forehead on his. But you see hesitation cover his relaxed complexion. 

   What are we? The question is a broken record in your head. You didn’t want a hookup with Rafe. You trust he won’t take advantage of you, but you hold him to higher standards. Rafe would never do that to you. Yet, Rafe must see your wheels turning because he reassures you. “I like you, pretty girl.” His thumb hovers over your lips, outlining them until you recognize the red lipstick gleaming on his neck, lips, and cheeks. Your jaw drops. Your widened eyes look to Rafe’s calmed ones. You put your hand under his jaw, lift his head, and take a picture of all the marks to show him, to which he shrugs. “Your lipstick is smeared too, pretty girl. There’s no bathroom, so we’ll just have to go out.” You wobbly stand up from his thigh and timidly raise a brow at the noticeable strain in his black dress pants. 

   He stands up, unzipping his pants. “Rafe-” He doesn’t answer. Instead, he brings down a hand and starts rearranging, tucking his hard-on under the waistband of his boxers. “Let’s go, pretty girl,” Rafe says carelessly, slinging his arm around your shoulder, not wasting time on your answer or pleas. 

   It’d be an understatement to say all eyes were on you. Everyone criticizes you with sharp eyes, and you decide you are lucky you aren’t under eighteen because your parent's face drops, livid at the sight of Rafe’s neck and your puffy lips. Kiara is stunned, and your protective brother begins to walk you out, with Rafe following. “I can take her home, man.” Nathan is coldly stern as Rafe leans down to kiss you softly and wave him off. You take off the ruby-red pumps, placing them on the floor of Nathan’s truck.

   “Why Rafe? Rafe Cameron, of all people, you had to get involved with him. What changed in the last hours to have you walking out like that!? Do you realize how pissed Mom will be? Jesus, did you guys seriously have sex? You berated me for barely making it, but you could barely stay and got my friend's dick wet instead.” 

   “We didn’t have sex! You can sleep with fifty girls, but I get with Rafe, which becomes a problem. What the fuck, Nate!” You’re not one to scream, but the circumstances quickly overwhelm you. A disgusted look holds on your face, not at Nathan but yourself. You throw your hands into the air, pinching the bridge of your nose, tears threatening to fall because of how embarrassed you’ve become of the situation, not weighing the consequences or reactions.

   The orange sky had slipped away to a dark starry night, and few cars were on the road. The rest of the drive had been eerily silent until Nathan pulled into the driveway, and we finally reached the front door. 

   “Rafe is not a good guy. We know this. You. Know. This. But if you like him as your brother and friend, I support you, and I’m sorry for being a dick.” You can’t explain how much you love your brother for comforting you and being open to your relationship with Rafe. Nate tightly wraps his arms around your waist as if he is losing a piece of you, but he is open-minded to the new chapter that will begin in your life, with or without the people around you. 

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Also her daddy was mine first 🤭

Truest statement ever made ✋

Ahhh thank you though!!!

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Rosaline and Alara

Dad! Rafe Cameron x Wife! Reader

Synopsis: An evening at dinner with your children and husband until Alara throws food into Rafe's hair, prompted by Rosaline. After you thought you put the kids to bed they come tumbling into your bedroom.

A/N: You guys should totally request!

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After twenty minutes of awkward talks with the waiter waiting on your indecisive toddlers who would have a tantrum if you dared order the wrong plate of food, they selected chicken tenders and fries. The uncomplicated order shouldn’t have taken so long. 

   Your children finally began eating, sitting quietly, faces getting caked with ketchup on the corners of their mouths that you wipe. “Sweetheart, just wipe their faces after.” My husband suggests, smiling at you and shaking his head. Then, finally, you return to eating the medium- well, steak on your plate. 

   A minute later, a piece of chicken tender flew across the table to Alara’s face. Alara was never one to back down; instead, she’s very competitive and vengeful for a four-year-old, which concerns you sometimes. “Rose, you cannot throw food at your sister.” You say firmly, eyeing Rafe as little giggles fall from Rosaline's lips. 

   Your four-year-old, Rosaline, commonly initiates the fights that lead to hair-pulling, screaming, and salty tears. You see Rose��s tiny hands move for a fry. “Rafe.” You warn him. He pushes the plate of food back toward Ari. “Ro, mommy says no. You can’t throw food, sweetheart.” Rafe starts sweet talking his way with Rose, which wouldn’t take much since she is a daddy’s girl. You don’t see Ari leaning on the table, grabbing a ketch-up-covered tender and throwing it into Rafe’s hair. 

   An unprompted laugh at Alara's actions catches you off-guard. Ari covers her mouth, eyes widening with every second as Rafe’s fingers meet his dirty-blonde hair and gets covered in ketchup, making his hair stick together. His jaw drops, trying not to laugh. 

   A quiet apology comes from Alara. 

   Rafe chuckles, saying it’s okay. Rose sticks her tongue out at Ari, and tears start streaming down her face. You pull Alara to your side, hugging her and glide your fingers through her wavy blonde hair. You place a kiss on the top of her head, hearing her breaths lighten and her wailing comes to an end. 

   You guessed she felt terrible for chucking a tender at her dad, and Ro pushed her over the edge. “You’ll have to pay, and I’ll take Alara to the car. Rose, do you want to come?” I give him a small smile, and he nods, wiping Rose’s hand off the red condiment. A stern no comes from Rose, saying she’ll stay with her daddy. 

   The heat is excruciating despite the sun setting, illuminating a bright orange sky. 

   You carefully sat Alara in the Disney booster car seat and buckled her up, waiting for Rafe on the passenger side of the Range Rover. You were sure these children would be the death of you and frightened for their teenage years. 

   Your eyes fall heavy until a car door shuts rather noisily. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” His voice is soft. You rub your eyes, exhaustively waking up, mumbling, ‘It's ok.’ Rafe takes your hand, placing them on the white leather console. His rings are luminous as he makes a left turn. “Is Rosaline asleep?” You ask him, and he checks the rearview mirror. “Nope, just aimlessly staring out the window.” His thumb rubs comforting circles over my knuckles.

   You and Rafe finally have alone time once you’ve put the kids to bed. You savour the silence and being in the security of his arms. One of his hands is around your waist, the other resting on your lower back, and your head lies on his bare chest. He kisses you softly on the lips. 

   The bedroom door opens, and the children’s small figures trip to the ground. You look at your husband and laugh. “I thought we put you, troublemakers, to bed.” You hear them giggling and their footsteps, tumbling to the bed.

   Rosaline and Alara slip in between Rafe and you. “My daddy,” Rosaline states, giving you angry eyes that enunciate her pouty face and blue eyes. Alara simply cuddles close to you. You and Rafe connect your hands, crossing over your sweet kids.

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Everyone should have the pleasure to experience this story😩

your sweet voice … part two

part one

rafe cameron x fmreader

page: rafe is your best friends brother. off limits. and after he finally gets to taste you he wishes you hadn’t run away. lucky for him a dinner is being held at the cameron’s.

content warning: kissing; jealous!rafe; possessive!rafe; rafe being slightly obsessed with reader; SMUT; virgin reader; slight innocence kink; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

“Come on, dear, we’re leaving now.” Your mother’s voice rouses you from your book. your brows furrow as you eye her almost fancy dress.

“Where are we going?” You ask, sitting up.

“To the Cameron’s, I told you this.” She replies, turning to leave your room.

You freeze. What?

A few weeks ago you vaguely remember your parents mentioning a dinner. You didn't realise it was this soon. No. God. This was the worst timing.

Your cheeks warm at the memory of Rafe, and what he had done. You place your hands against your cheeks in an attempt to cool your face, as you quickly stand.

You couldn’t see him. You weren't prepared to see him this soon. What had happened in the kitchen was only two days ago. You didn’t know where you stood, and part of you didn’t want to. You thought you would have time to prepare a whole speech where you would point out how Sarah would feel if her best friend and brother were getting it on.

Or, part of you hoped, that Rafe just…forgot, and saw you as another girl. And then the other part wished that you weren't just some girl. But that was certainly wishful thinking.

You quickly rummage through your clothes, your pyjamas not ideal for a dinner, as you hear your mum call for you downstairs.

Arriving at the Cameron’s made your heart thump against your chest. You’d never been nervous walking into this house, but then again Rafe had never kissed you before now. What if he wasn’t home? Again, wishful thinking.

You greet Ward and Rose with a smile, as Sarah bolts down the stairs to give you a hug. You didn’t dare look around for Rafe, as you let Sarah bring you into the dining room.

“You're not gonna believe what happened yesterday!” Sarah excitedly says to you, but your focus is annoyingly dragged to the boy walking in through the other entry. You immediately stiffen, as you stare at Sarah. You won’t look at him if you don’t have to.

What you didn’t see was the way that Rafe’s eyes found you immediately, staring at you with the same intensity that you're using on Sarah.

He had also forgotten about this dinner, though his reaction to it was far different than yours. Of course he was nervous, you hadn’t seen each other since that night. But his want to see you overrode most of his other feelings.

You were all soon taking a seat, not missing the way Rafe found one directly opposite you. This way you’d have to look at him, even if by accident. You curse under your breath but maintain a smile, as you stare at the food on your plate.

Chatter filled the room, as your parents and theirs talked about too many topics to keep up with. You kept your gaze on Sarah, as she explained her adventures over the past few days. You’d always lived a Kook life, so hearing how much fun the Pogues got up to almost made you feel jealous.

As you place a forkful of food in your mouth you suddenly feel a brush against your foot. You choke, realising exactly who did that. You place your hand against your chest as your coughing gains the attention of the parents.

“You alright, sweetie?” Rose asks.

You quickly nod, trying to smile, while hitting your chest. “Yeah, I’m fine, thanks.”

You hear a faint snort as you whip your head to Rafe for the first time that night. You shoot him a small glare, to which he only smirks in return.

“So, y/n, have any boys caught your attention?” Ward asks you, as you break eye contact with Rafe.

“Uh,” you begin as Rose cuts in.

“Ward,” she scolds, before looking at me. “He just means that you’ve grown into a beautiful young lady, I’m sure boys have taken a liking.”

You smile, as you spare a fleeting glance to Rafe. He’s watching you closely, as if he wants to know the answer just as much as Rose and Ward.

“Well, there has been this boy.” Your mum speaks up, as you shoot her a look. “What—Toby seems like such a sweet boy.”

Rafe was intently watching the conversation, though his bites began to grow a little more aggressive as the name Toby left your mother’s lips.

‘Sweet boy.’ He had to hold back a scoff. She didn’t see the way that kid eyed her daughter with a look that contradicted the word ‘sweet’.

Of course he was very familiar with that look, that always seemed to be directed at you. The difference is that Toby didn’t deserve to look at you like that, and in all honesty Rafe probably didn’t either, but that didn’t seem to be enough motivation to look away.

He had touched you, kissed you, and tasted you. And god, did he want to continue. To get you into his bed whenever he saw fit, to see you laid across his sheets for him.

He bit into his fork, the metal scraping against his teeth as he eyed you across from him. You had only met his eyes once, and he planned to have you staring at him, and only him for the rest of the night…maybe somewhere more isolated.

“Yeah, he’s nice.” You smile at the adults. You had said that to Rafe when he had asked if you liked him. Which made Rafe realise that Toby was barely competition. That’s all you thought of him, and that made him grin.

“Well, y/n, if that boy isn’t right for you, then just know that Rafe, Sarah and Wheezie’s cousin is quite a catch.” Ward laughs proudly.

You chuckle awkwardly. The last thing you wanted was to get in with this family where rafe could see you way more often.

You hear Rafe clear his throat, earning the table’s attention. “Did you know that Johnny was caught robbing a store recently?” Rafe speaks innocently as Ward’s expression falls. “Plus I’m sure y/n wouldn’t exactly catch his eye.” Rafe is leant back against his chair, his arms crossed.

You meet his gaze again with a scowl, while Rafe tilts his head. “Oh, I’m not sure I exactly want a Cameron staring at me anyway.” You smile, as Rafe’s eyes narrow.

“But imagine y/n a part of the family.” Rose says with a thoughtful smile as she sips her cocktail.

Rafe doesn’t shift his gaze from you as you eye up his silent challenge. “No Cameron has caught my eye I’m afraid, besides Sarah of course.” You shift your gaze to Sarah who chuckles, giving you a nudge. “Yeah,” she smiles. “Y/n’s off limits.” she speaks playfully.

You glance back at Rafe to see his gaze has hardened.

Bullshit, Rafe thinks. He has done more than just ‘catch your eye’.

He tongues his cheek as he watches you eat more of your food. The way your lips wrapped around the fork—

He has to look away for a moment, remembering his and your family still sitting at the table. This dinner was going on forever, and his patience was wearing thin.

“Alright, I need to tell y/n something, so we’re heading upstairs.” Sarah says quickly, as she takes her last mouthful of food.

You're then dragged up and out of your seat, continuing up the stairs to Sarah’s room. Rafe watches you go, glaring at Sarah’s grip on your arm.

Sarah had shared the rest of her adventures with the Pogues to you, as you both ended up laughing on her bed. It was late when Sarah got called downstairs.

“Feel free to take a shower.” Sarah says to you, as she darts out the door.

You take up the offer, feeling sweaty from your previous mountains of nerves.

You're quick out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body, as your wet hair hits your cheeks. You had forgotten to grab some of Sarah’s clothes to change into. You slipped out the bathroom door, cursing under your breath at your stupidity.

You walk into the hallway, the towel wrapped tight around your chest as you step quietly, not wanting to wake anyone who had decided to sleep.

Then you felt a hand grab your upper arm, yanking you into a room. You gasp, your heart jumping as the door shuts. The room has dim lighting but you're quick to make out a sweatshirt on the bed that looks awfully familiar. Too big for Wheezie and not Sarah’s style.

Rafe’s.

Shit. You spin to face the door as you catch sight of Rafe standing there, his eyes narrowed in a glare.

“Off limits?” Rafe reiterates Sarah’s mock sentence. He steps forward as you slightly shuffle back, your hand gripping your towel with a force that’s making your knuckles turn white. Rafe reaches out, hitting your chin up as he brushes your damp hair away from your cheek. “You're off limits, alright.” he whisper-hisses, making your body stiffen. “Just not to me.”

You gulp as he grabs your neck, pulling you forward. His breath hits your face, successfully making it heat up. His large hand brushes your neck, nearly winding around your entire throat.

“Rafe—”

He cuts you off. “You're off limits to people like Toby, or Johnny, or even Sarah.” His tone is dark, almost threatening, but then his almost soft eyes contradict to a point that makes your head spin. “Off limits to any guy who looks at you.”

“Rafe, what are you doing?” You ask, drawing the towel higher. Rafe catches this, his eyes shooting down to your covered chest. He gulps, staring at the remaining water droplets left on your skin, dotted around your collarbone. His breathing picks up as he meets your gaze again.

He then smiles, a little too innocently. “You lie a lot, did you know that?” Rafe steps closer, making you shuffle back. He takes another large step as your thighs hit his bed. You curse yourself for backing up in this direction. “You lied about not liking a Cameron.”

You shake your head. “I like Sarah.”

“Not how you like me.” Rafe speaks cockily.

“You're far too proud for your own good, Rafe.” You say, trying to stand straighter, showcasing some form of dominance in your losing situation. Rafe just looks amused, which pisses you off more.

“We kissed once—” you begin, but rafe immediately cuts in.

“Oh, we did more than just kiss.”

You shut your eyes, trying to forbid the memory to fill your brain. You feel Rafe tilt your chin up, his warm breath hitting your nose. He then leans down to your ear, your eyes still shut, as if that will shut him out. “And I plan to more than just eat you out.” He whispers, before biting your earlobe.

You gasp, eyes shooting open as he pushes you onto the bed. He towers over you, resting his knee in between your legs, that you want to close desperately.

“Rafe—”

“Shh, pretty girl, I just want to make you feel good.” He breathes, his eyes devouring you hungrily. You still had the towel covering you, but you didn’t think that would last much longer. In response to your thought you bring it closer to your chest. Rafe smirks, watching you try to hold onto your modesty.

Cute, he thinks to himself.

His finger raises to tantalisingly skim across your skin right by the top of your towel. He then lets his hand drift down to the bottom of your towel. Drawing it up your thigh as you try to close your legs, forgetting that his knee sits between. You clench around it, gasping as he moves his leg higher, bringing your towel up with it.

Cold air hits your pussy making you shiver. Rafe’s hand moves up your thigh. You try to move away on instinct, but Rafe pushes his knee higher, his jean material rubbing along your clit. A whimper escapes you, and Rafe’s eyes dart to yours, smiling. “Oh, you like that?” He teases, his expression looking almost as desperate as yours.

“Would you ever let Toby touch you like this?” He asks, sweetly at first. But when you stay silent, he raises his hand to clench around your neck, tightening only a fraction. “No. You wouldn’t.” He hisses out. “Say it.”

“Rafe—”

“Not my name. You have plenty of time to scream it. I want to hear you say who is allowed to touch you.” Rafe demands, and you squirm under him, his jean-clad knee still pressed against you.

“N-no one.” You say, to which he shakes his head.

“Wrong.” He leans down to bite your neck, making you jolt. “Try again.”

“I’m not going to say you.” You try to stay defiant, knowing how wrong this is. You didn’t want to think of what Sarah would say.

“No?” Rafe chuckles mockingly. His bite then turns to a kiss, spreading them all across your jaw and cheek. He reaches your mouth, hovering. Both of your chests are heaving against each other. “Do you want to leave?”

Your eyes continue to dart between his eyes and lips.

“I’ll tell ya what.” Rafe begins, staying extremely close to your lips. “If you aren’t wet, I’ll let you leave. But if you are…well…” He smiles. Your eyes are wide as you watch him. You lean further into the bed, his warm breath making your mind foggy. Rafe follows your lips, grabbing your jaw and holding you still. “And there’s only one way to find out.”

Rafe reaches down, abandoning your jaw to reach your pussy. His fingers hover over before one pushes inside you. You shut your eyes, your breathing turning erratic. You hear Rafe groan in praise as he feels your dripping deception.

“Oh god.” You mutter as you feel a second finger push in.

“Well, would you look at that?” Rafe taunts, now placing a kiss to your cheek as your back slightly arches against his fingers. “You're dripping.” He whisper-groans.

Your breathing stutters as he continues to pull in and out.

Rafe watches your expression as he fingers you, all self control slipping when a small noise escapes your mouth. He leans closer, pressing his lips against yours, wanting to swallow your sounds.

As he picks up the pace you're practically panting in his mouth as he laps at your tongue. His need for you is growing, as he tries not to grind on your leg, his position nearly straddling one of your thighs.

You draw close, your eyes nearly rolling, when he pulls away. You feel embarrassed by the sound of desperation that leaves you. But Rafe is ecstatic to hear it.

“Why did you?...” You pant, catching his gaze.

“‘Cause I need to fucking taste more of you. I didn’t have time that night, before you ran off.” He grips your towel, your eyes widening as he rips it away, tossing it somewhere in his room. He pauses, staring at your naked tits, gulping. You try to cover up, but Rafe is quick to grab your wrists, pinning them to the bed, and leaving you open for him. His breathing is heavy as takes your wrists into one hand, bringing the other to circle around your nipple.

You shiver, and he practically moans as he takes your entire breast in his hand, massaging it. He looks dazed as he watches his hand enjoy you.

He then leans down to your other breast, licking a circle over your nipple, making you gasp. He loved the way you couldn't swallow down the noises that left you, he wanted to hear more.

He fully took your nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking. You moaned, as both your nipples hardened against his rough tongue and hand.

He got more aggressive and desperate as he bit and sucked on your nipple, while circling the other with his finger. You're nearly writhing under him as pleasure shoots through you.

Christ, you think to yourself.

“Now you can’t run away from me.” Rafe speaks against your skin, before raising his head to hover over your lips. “Ever.” He kisses you with passion, as he presses himself further against you. You gasp into the kiss as you feel him hard against your hip. He groans as you shuffle against his cock. His grip tightens around your wrists, breaking the kiss.

“Don’t do that unless you're actually going to do something about it.” He breathlessly speaks, his voice almost edging submission. You’d never heard him pleading. Ever.

You kiss him, making him whimper as you shift again. Rafe grabs your hips, trying to get you to stop, but you manage to move, swinging your leg around him.

He’s now lying under you, as you straddle him. Rafe’s eyes are wide and blown out with lust. You reach for the buttons of his shirt, feeling it unfair that you're naked while he stays clothed.

Rafe’s breathing stutters as your hand grazes his chest, pulling his shirt back. Rafe raises on his elbows, helping you get the shirt over his shoulders, but as you pull it down Rafe can’t resist and kisses you.

He’s wanted this for so long and here you are undressing him. He groans against your lips, nearly biting your tongue as he pushes into you. “Rafe—” you try against his persistent mouth, as you fiddle with getting the shirt completely off.

“I just—” Rafe cuts himself off as he harshly breathes. “You look so pretty trying to undress me.”

You lean back. “I don’t have to—”

But Rafe cuts you short by hastily undoing his belt, pulling it out of the loops, all while he kisses your collarbone, multitasking extremely fast that it makes your head spin.

He grabs your hips pulling you harshly down into him, as you place your hands on his shoulders, gripping hard. His jeans are unbuttoned but not off, his shirt gone somewhere by your towel. He desperately moves your hips against him, making you both moan. The raw feeling of his jean material and cold metal of the button and zipper against your throbbing clit is making your breathing choppy. It’s nearly painful with how turned on you are.

“Oh, fuck.” Rafe’s eyes are rolling, his grip on your hips tightening to the point of bruising. He then grabs your jaw, resuming his dominant attitude. “Tell me only I get to feel you.”

You open your mouth, panting from the grinding. Rafe brings you closer to his lips, breathing past them. “Tell me.”

You choke out. “Only you.”

“Can what?” He juts his hips up into you.

“F—feel me.” You gasp.

Rafe smirks against your lips. “Good girl.” He then flips you both, so that your back is against the bed again. He pulls his jeans and boxers off, before pulling you closer to him by your thighs. He leans down to your ear, keeping his grip on your thighs. “Is this your first time?”

You shakily nod, catching as Rafe’s eyes darken. “Shit.” He breathes, kissing your jaw. “I’m gonna make you feel so…good…yeah?”

You nod in response, not trusting your words. Rafe swirls his finger along your clit, making sure you're wet enough. “Then let me hear your sweet voice, loud and clear.”

“But Sarah—” you begin, only just remembering that she was in the house. Was she wondering where you were?

“Nobody is going to stop me from finally making you mine.” He darkly breathed. “I’ve always wanted to taste you, taint you, train you—”

You choke a gasp as he wraps your legs around his hips. “I’m so glad I get to be your first...” He grins before kissing you. He pushes you further into the bed before widening your legs. He slowly pushes the tip past you. You stiffen at the foreign feeling, but Rafe continues to place tender kisses to your cheek and jaw. He slowly pushes further in. The pain makes your brows furrow as your breathing shallows out. But Rafe stays still until you’ve gotten used to his size. He watches as your forehead smooths out and pleasure takes over.

He begins to move, earning a whine from you. He growls as his eyes roll. He pulls in and out, picking up the pace to a continuous rhythm. He leans down to your ear, smirking. “...and your last.” He whispers possessively. You can’t link his words to his previous ones before he’s thrusting harder into you. You try to stay quiet, not wanting the family to know. God, were your parents still downstairs?

“Come on, pretty girl, I like hearing you speak. Even if it’s just incoherent moaning.”

In response you moan, as his pace picks up to one almost animalistic. “Fuck.” He breathes.

Both your highs are drawing close, as Rafe nearly becomes a whimpering mess above you. He’s trying so hard to keep control of his dominance, but when it came to you all control flew out the window. He breathes your name against your lips before he kisses you, but the kiss soon turns into you both just groaning into each other. The crescendo of your orgasm is approaching as your grip on Rafe’s neck and shoulders dig in, nearly breaking skin.

“Rafe.” You whimper, keeping his lips to yours.

“That’s it.” Rafe praises, feeling his own orgasm approaching. He uses his finger to draw circles on your clit making you choke a groan. God, did it feel good.

Your orgasm crashes into you as your head tilts back. “God.” You moan. Rafe pulls out, his own pleasure spilling over your stomach. He hadn’t meant to, but he just had to stay inside you until the last second.

“Shit.” Rafe heaved as he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You both panted as your highs drew to a close.

You don’t notice as Rafe got up, to then come back with a fresh towel from his adjoining bathroom. You sit up on your elbows, still dazed and slightly lightheaded. Rafe is quick to clean you up, before your reaching for your clothes.

But just as you're about to pull your shirt over your head, Rafe reappears with grey sweatpants hanging around his hips, probably just having cleaned himself up. He catches you, quickly taking the shirt out of your grasp and throwing it back to the floor, as he grabs your cheeks and pulls you in for a kiss.

“Rafe—” you try, but he just smiles in response, drawing you closer by your waist.

“And where are you going?” He prys.

“I left Sarah. She’s probably wondering—”

Rafe shakes his head. “No, no. You're with me now, and I plan to keep you for the rest of the night.”

You hold down a smile, as you get out of his hold reaching for the door handle, but Rafe quickly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back. “I meant what I said. You're not running away.”

You shake your head with a slight chuckle. “I just feel bad—”

“You’ve spent plenty of time with Sarah. You owe me time, now.” Rafe cuts in, tilting your chin up. “And I’d love to see you trapped in my sheets.”

At this rate Rafe’s arms were glued to you, and you didn’t think he'd ever let go.

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holly ~ my delusions have hit it’s peak with this…god *in tears*

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Forbidden Touch

Stepbrother! Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: After so many months of teasing you find your stepbrother Rafe masturbating with your panties.

Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, Taboo themes, nicknames like stepbrother, p in v, light fingering, masturbating with panties, dirty talk.

A/N: This story is forbidden.

Masterlist

You’re officially a Cameron, a family you didn’t want to be a part of. 

   Ward Cameron is the devil himself, and his son couldn’t have been any worse. “Do you always dress like a slut?” He mumbled, watching your fork drop too loudly on the white plate, and you turned your head, looking at him with your mouth open and offended. “Didn’t know wearing shorts and a tank top was so slutty, Rafe.” You announced to the table, a cheap smile, making way while everyone tenses up. Rafe could only think of the many ways to use your mouth, how good your full red lips would look around his cock or the way your breast bounced when you walked around the house in a little tank top, leaving little to his imagination of what it would look like thrown onto his bedroom floor. 

   It wasn’t that you hated Rafe because you didn’t. Rafe was everything he shouldn’t have been in your eyes. First was his cold blue gaze, like you were under a microscope and the only person he could focus on most days, leaving your body warm and lustful, wishing for nothing but his lips on you. There are too many moments when he’d lay his veiny hand on your thigh, rubbing up and down painfully slow or accidentally grazing his thumb against your nipple, and he’d constantly whisper dirty things in your ear. Every word and touch was electricity.

   “Mom, Ward? Sarah?” You called out, tossing your keys onto the marble counter. When you didn’t get a response, you guessed no one was home, considering the large house was so quiet you could faintly hear a buzzing noise. You began, walking upstairs to your room before ceasing any motion because such sounds as moans were coming from your room. You twisted the silver door handle, opening the door quietly. Your forest green eyes widened at the sight of your stepbrother Rafe. Even if you made a noise, you doubted he would’ve heard. 

   Rafe’s eyes were closed, his head was thrown back, his face sweaty, his shorts dropped to your bedroom floor, and his boxers pushed down his firm thighs. He had your white lace panties wrapped around his cock, leaking with pre-cum, but his tip was still red as ever, waiting to be touched by someone that wasn’t himself. Eventually, you made your way to the bed; despite the mattress falling into your weight, he still didn’t notice until your smooth hands rubbed his thighs and removed his hands with yours. “I knew you were good for something.” As always, Rafe had to be arrogant. You gripped his erection tighter, realizing you’d been missing these panties for a month, stained with his cum. He hisses. “I didn’t realize you were going through my drawers and coming in my underwear.” You say while kissing his neck and your hand, speeding up, your panties already wet by Rafe. 

   This was wrong. You shouldn’t want to fuck your insanely hot stepbrother. It was forbidden and heavily looked down upon. “You like this, getting your stepbrother off and letting me cum in your panties.” He turned his head to look back at you, voice condescending, but his mouth was parted, and his lips curved upwards, waiting for yours to do the same like he knew you would. Instead, you grabbed onto his shoulders, pushing him back onto the mattress and then getting, swinging your leg to the other side of his thigh, so now you’re straddling him. You let him unbutton your denim shorts and take off your underwear.

   “I’ve thought about this for so long.” Then, you kiss Rafe; all that was there was lust and desire to be filled by one another. He runs his calloused hands under your top. His fingers pinching your perky nipples, and his hands curving and kneading your soft breasts. Rafe agrees, pulling your top off rather violently. You grind your bare pussy onto his painfully-looking erection that doesn’t seem to be, calming down anytime soon. He pulls off his shirt, showing his defined abs that make you feel like you’d burst.

   Rafe trails his fingers from over the curve of your breast to your pussy and glides his middle fingers along your slit. Rafe’s face is amused by your neediness and the fact you’re already wet, and he didn’t touch you nonetheless; Rafe pushes his middle finger into you, and your eyes roll back, unwarranted by the needed touch after so many months of teasing. “No one's home, right?” He asks, sliding his ring finger inside you as you shake your head quickly. His free hand grabs your face, forcing you to look into his piercing blue eyes. He pulls you in for a quick and hard kiss. “Such a slut for your stepbrother. Do you like getting fingered, hmm? I can’t explain how fucked out you look already, and we haven’t even started.” He says cunningly, his voice breathy and low, pushing you over the edge of release. Uncontrollable moans pour out from your lips as Rafe gently lets go of your face. Unfortunately, you don’t get enough time to recover when Rafe flips you onto your back, pressing into the velvety fabric of your bed. 

   Unprompted, Rafe thrusts into you. “Fuck- Rafe.” You cover your mouth quickly to stop the overflowing cries that cannot discontinue. Rafe intertwines your hands, pushing them to the sides of your head, and his thrust doesn’t get any slower instead, they become more rapid and rough. Each one hits new angles and derives a new noise you didn’t even know you could make. Every thrust is deep and propels your mind to the stars. Rafe shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, and you suck on them, swirling your tongue over every inch, tasting yourself, but his actions only drive you further into the way his dick curves you perfectly with each bottomless movement. 

   He grunts, takes his fingers out of your mouth and leans his head into the crook of your neck; hearing your moans so clearly has his head spinning. “You feel so fucking good. You know that?” More curses follow. You clench around him, head pushing into your bed, eyes closing quickly, and finally in a haze of pleasure as your legs shake uncontrollably. 

   Rafe thrusts once more into you, spilling his warm cum. He doesn’t pull out but instead kisses your swollen lips. “I like this already.” He says tiredly, giving you light kisses each second that you take greedily. 

   Your bodies are sweaty and slick against each other, leading you both into the shower. Rafe was more than soft with you since being tired, but that didn’t stop him from not touching you.

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