#sub!rafe

[ilycosy]

subby season one rafe has my heart omg please share ur thoughts on the cokehead when he's high lmao

subby rafe is my fav type of rafe !!! i wna take care of him n mother him sm 😕

warnings: rafe is high (technically dubcon) , mommy kink n issues , dry humping !!

you both knew this wasn't okay in any way, other than personality differences and the fact that you're his dealers best friend— you're a pogue. rafe couldn't think of anything worse that he could be attracted to, but whenever he's in need of a fix he finds himself at your doorstep.

you hadn't really meant for this to become a thing, but rafe was cute. he was still baby faced and jittery every time you brushed him, pouting his pretty lips whenever you told him no more.

he hadn't come for a fix this time, rather showing up already high. his pupils dilated, and his brain moving faster than his mouth could speak. he barely got out the word 'mommy' before his lips were on yours. it hadn't been the first time you and rafe had slept together (don't tell his friends), but it's definitely the first that he's been so.. needy.

his slick lips had moved from yours down to your neck, shoving you through the door as you tried to grasp what was even going on. your hands found their way to his hips before you fully registered that they were even moving, pushing him back.

when you pushed him back, you could see the traces of his coke under his nose. his breathing was heavy, his hands trying to paw at you and bring you closer. whimpering for you, pleading that you pay attention to him.

you ignore the ache in your heart and focus on the ache between your legs, pulling him closer so you can properly kiss him. your hands run up his shirt, teasing his cold clammy skin.

he pushes back, trying to get your hands on him more. "fuck," he whines, his voice throaty and high. "please, mommy." you can hear your heart beating in your ears as he pleads, bringing your hands up to his chest manually.

your fingers find his nipples, just to tease him, not expecting to pull a whine from his throat so easily. his voice raising in volume as he tries to pull away when you pinch them, "fucking– stop!" he grunts, not like that'll stop you.

your hands slip out from under his shirt to rest on his throat, his dilated pupils hazily looking at you as he easily lets you push him to your broken couch. he can feel something sharp digging into his back but he doesn't mention it, not when you climb onto his lap.

"rafe," you tease, dragging your nails from his neck down his chest, resting at his v-line. "i always knew you were just looking for attention."

he thinks he rolls his eyes, whether he actually did is unknown to him. he doesn't argue with you, half because you're right and half because he's liking everything you do. a certain weight is lifted off him when your weight comes down on him, grinding onto the bulge in his shorts.

you bite back a giggle when rafe's head drops to your tits, his hands finding the back of your shirt to untie it. his shaking hands undo the knot of your shirt and tug it completely off, almost ripping it when it gets caught on your shoulders. so needy to have access to your chest.

his breathing hitches as he tunes into all his senses at once, the feeling of your cunt dragging up and down on his clothed cock, the smell of your coconut shampoo and your vanilla bodywash, but especially the soft muffled noises you make.

you watch him with hooded eyes, looking down at him as he drools on your tits— leaving warm spit to cool every time he pulls away slightly to look down and watch you grind. you can tell he's cumming before he even notices, his whines becoming louder and his hips bucking up.

he doesn't notice that he's cum until he feels the prickling pain of overstimulation rush through him when you keep moving, then he feels the uncomfortable wetness in his boxers— then comes the embarrassment. he came, in his pants, before you!

he almost apologizes, maybe begs for you to listen and not be mad but he's cut off by you. "there's mommy's boy," you coo at him, bordering teasing and loving. "did you cum for mommy?"

he swears his heart soars as he nods, a heavy blush spreading across his face as he looks up from your tits. peeking out from them innocently, like he didn't just do lines of coke with barry and cum in his pants.

"sweetheart," you whisper, running your fingers through his greasy hair, noting that he needs a shower after. "can you please make mommy feel good now? it's unfair that you've came n' i haven't.."

he almost gives himself whiplash with how fast he starts nodding, moving to get up and shove you onto the couch.

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[notmuchtofind]

don’t move | r.c

Tw: 18+ smut, hate sex, rough sex, p in v, fingering, violence, choking, degrading, name calling (slur,bitch ect), domestic, c0ckwarming , praising, mental b0ndage, mean!rafe

basically just feral <33

synopsis: You’re trying to escape the house whilst arguing with rafe but he won’t let you get away without a fight

a/n: Sorry it’s not 100% proof read, and this is my first rafe smut i’ve done so let me know your honest opinions :) ty x

“i swear to god y/n if you dare. if you dare leave this fucking house!“ Rafe snarls from across the kitchen island as you begin to stumble back to your feet and contemplate twisting the knob to the front door.

You’re petrified, but you needed to get out of this house and away from Rafe. the constant war that was going on between you and rafe for the past couple of months had brought you to breaking point.

Rafe was, once again, back using cocaine heavily. He’d always manage to break his habit for months at a time, and this time you thought maybe it was for good…However, When Ward decided to cut off all of what rafe had left, due to his accidental loss of money within the business. It turned rafe psycho. You’d been with rafe for 3 years, and you’d thought you’d seen the worst. but this time was different.

Tears stream down your face and past the bloody wound that resides along the bottom of your lip. The tears seem to sting the opening slightly as you feel your face grow hotter. This isn’t the first time Rafes hit you. But it’s certainly the hardest. And when he’s hit you before, he’s almost instantly apologetic, but tonight Rafes eyes no longer reside his soul. He’s switched.

“P-Please Rafe, Stop!!” said almost screaming, desperately, whilst cracks formed in your voice. “you need me y/n” rafe patronised “you’re fucking nothing without me, get the fuck back here now, you bitch!” he spits. but you run, out the door with the keys to the truck you managed to take from rafes pocket the moment you realised he was about to have another outburst.

you wrestle with the keys whilst stumbling bare foot on the mud outside the mansion. You fall onto the dust and drop the keys. It’s pitch black, and you’re unable to see clearly, the only light that glares ever so slightly is the one seeping through the open door to the mansion of the boy thats held you there unwillingly for too long.

You was unable to hear the footsteps that had krept up behind you due to the loud pounding of your heart inside your chest. “fucking slut” he spits as he steps his boot onto the fingers you was using to locate the keys. you wince in pain as rafe puts all his body weight onto your hand. “i told you not to leave baby” he coos whilst looking down at you and tilting his head slightly. Rafe holds eye contact, he looks to be in awe as tears still stream down your face and whimpers escape your lips from the pain you’re experiencing. Rafes large hand grasps your jaw, big enough to rest his thumb and fingers on each side of your cheeks. He then slowly digs his fingertips into the sides of your face and elevates your body up towards his. “i think it’s time you come back inside”.

Rafe grabs you by the fabric of your top and with no hesitation, drags you along the dirt, whilst you squirm and wince in pain. he drags you all the way back into the front door of the mansion. Your legs and arms bruised and grazed, and your clothes now blood stained.

you felt exsausted, but sobs and whimpering still managed to escape your lips. Now laid helplessly in the hallway you beg “Rafe please baby please, this isn’t you i know you you don’t want to hurt me rafe…You don’t want to do this to me, please-please” But before Rafe could’ve even processed what you was saying he’s halfway down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Now petrified to move you lay still in the hallway. After hearing rafe snorting, what youre adiment is cocaine, he reappears, Shirtless, and holding a long woven wrope wrapped around his fist. “So you decide to obey me now and stay put like a good girl?” Rafe states before unapologetically grabbing your left ankle and dragging you through to the dining room.

Rafe dumps your body and runs his hand over his head before he takes his cigarette packet out of his back pocket and lights a cigarette. holding the cigarette between his lips he begins to unravel the rope, wrapping it around the heavy wooden dining table leg. He then begins to wrap the wrope around you ankle, tightly. you beg and squirm and kick.“what the fuck are you doi-“ but before you can finish, your head thuds on the floor as rafes palm collides with your cheek “shut. the. fuck. up” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “jesus fucking christ y/n, you never learn?” he says whilst walking away from you and taking a drag of his cigarette.

You’re now unable to move from the floor with your ankle tied to the table leg, you just watch Rafe pace up and down, puffing on his cigarette, until he stubs it out on the wall and walks back over to where you lay.

Rafe kneels onto the floor, placing his knees at either side of your torso. Petrified and unsure of his next move,you move your head to one side but lay completely still “mmmm what a good girl” rafe coos whilst he begins to trail his hands from your waist to the bottom hem of your top. Rafe begins to lift up your top, revealing your naked tits. Your nipples begin to harden due to the exposure of the quickly changed temperature and rafe lets out a shakey breath.

Your breaths begin to become faster as you begin to notice rafe growing larger and larger through his pants, and even though your petrified of a potential violent outburst from rafe, you can’t help when your stomach fills with butterflies as you imagine the girthy length that rests inside.

Rafes eyes don’t move from your tits as he begins to flick your hard nipple back and forth, occasionally twiddling it between his index and thumb. “I love when you don’t question me y/n i love when you just lay there, all pretty for me as i do what i please. You’re mine” Rafe says, still not taking eyes off your chest.

The way rafes words race around your mind, as much as you hate when rafes like this, there’s somthing about him praising you that makes you weak. You’re so disgusted with yourself knowing you’ve just let him treat you like shit but you know your pussys becoming more and more sticky in your panties as he speaks.

You still lay there absolutely still, as rafe begins to rub himself through his pants before unbuckling them and letting them fall just past his upper thigh. as well as his boxers. His shaft springs up and you get a glimps of his precum shimmering at the end of his tip. Rafe throws his head back whilst he gives himself 3 long strokes over your body. He then begins yanking your trousers and panties down simultaneously, sending pain up your leg as he takes no care in how your legs unable to move due to being tied down. But we’ve established by now rafe doesn’t care about hurting you. if anything it gets him off.

“aha ohhh fuck” rafe chuckles, his eyes dart too your sticky wet folds “it looks like my girl enjoys obeying hmm?” he mocks. tracing his middle finger over your outer lips gently, gathering the already spilt juices from your pathetic cunt. Rafe brings his hand up and forces his fingers into your mouth, wriggling them around the tip of your tongue and then tracing them back around your nipples for a 2nd time.

“do you taste good my sweet girl?”

Your head tilts back and your hips cock up as you allow the pleasure to rush through your body.

The sound of a slap echoes through the dimly lit room and a stinging pain engulfs the surface area of your cheek “don’t. fucking move you slut” rafe spits. loosing his patients he wraps his fist around your throat and abruptly shoves his fingers past your dripping folds and enters the walls of your cunt. You can’t help but whimper slightly, However rafe squeezes your throat so tight you’re pretty sure he was unable to hear it.

Your walls expand as your body aches for something larger to fill your tight hole. Rafe finger fucks you rough, making your body move loosely around his thick fingers. rafe groans as he takes his hand off your throat and begins stroking himself whilst still finger fucking your pussy, getting off to the sensation of how tight u was around his fingers and the squelching sounds that are made everytime he thrusts his fingers in and out.

“mmmm fuck baby” he growls as he pulls his fingers out of you. rafe pulls you close to him by your thighs, unaware of the pain it causes you whilst still attached to the table. but he couldn’t care less, all he cares about is filling your hole with his cock. feeling if you become wetter the deeper he goes. he loves using your pathetic little body, your body is helpless and weak compared to his, and he likes to make sure youre aware. “goood girl, good giiiirlll” he emphasises as his cock slowly enters your cunt. you gasp and your pussy never gets usto the size, it always manages to tear you open slightly, causing a slight stinging pain as he thrusts in and out of you, getting faster and faster he grunts simoultaneously “that’s my sweet girl, stay still for daddy whilst he fucks you senseless” “mmmm”

You’re already so close, and rafe can tell. he proceeds to tell you how good your pussy feels and that you’re all his and that’s all you ever will be. that’s what your purpose is, to serve rafe, in anyway he wants.

“i can feel you tightening around my cock you slut” he says with pleasure “you can cum for me but don’t you dare fucking move” rafe demands “i swear to god if you fucking move i’ll have to carry on fucking you even when it fucking hurts” he threatens.

You beging to feel the sweetness rush over your body, starting in your head and making its way down your body. You fight the urge to jerk your body up towards rafe so his cock goes deeper, you resist the urge to moan his name or dig your fingernails deep in his back to keep him in position. You fight the urges and your orgasm takes over your whole mind, the only thing you can do to express how you truley feel is roll your eyes back into your head whilst your pussy gushes, leaving your cream to rest on rafes cock. He grunts once more before you feel his cum shoot inside you and fill your walls. You moan in pleasure and rafe settles next to you, but still enough to keep his cock inside your pussy, not allowing his cum to escape, as a sign to show you that you’re his.

You’re his slut here to keep his cock warm

please feel free to repost if you enjoyed 🥹 <3

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[blueicequeen19]

Imagine Rafe Cameron begging YOU to fuck him.

He’s bullied you as long as you’ve known him. You were friends with Sarah so you were at Tannyhill a lot. You thought he treated his sisters badly until his torment found you instead.

But now, you were older. You weren’t this sweet and innocent girl anymore that cried herself to sleep every time Rafe did something cruel. You wanted to own him then you wanted to destroy him. And boy was it going exactly as planned with the way he practically salivated every time he saw you. The way he’d grow angry every time you turned him down.

“Poor Rafe, can’t have the one thing on the island that doesn’t want him.” You pursue your lips into a mocking pout. His nostrils flare as he glares down at you, his fists clenched at his side.

“I could ride you until you cried. I’d edge you so many times your poor cock would be red and angry. Then, I’d finally let you cum.” His pupils are blown, his blue eyes practically black as he stares back at you. His hands move to touch you but you slap them away.

“I’d make you cum over and over again until your dick was limp and there was nothing but a wet, sticky mess.” Your voice lowers to a whisper, your eyes trailing down his front to the prominent tent in his shorts.

“You’d beg me to stop. You’d be afraid I was going to break it with the walls of my pussy.” Rafe sucks in a breath, his body starting to shake.

“I can do things to you that you’ve never even dreamed about.” You lean in, running your tongue up the side of his neck and feeling the throbbing pulse point there. His body stiffens further, his hips jutting forward in search of heat and friction.

“Y/N—.” Rafe’s voice is thick with lust, his lips quivering with the rest of him. He swallows, making you want to bite his Adam’s apple.

“Poor Rafe Cameron, so hard and desperate. I bet I could milk your cock in two strokes with just my hand. You’d cum so hard your knees would give out.” Rafe’s lips pull back in a snarl, making you grin wickedly as you cup him through his shorts. He was a good size. Fucking him definitely wouldn’t be a chore.

“Do your balls hurt? Are they drawn up nice and tight? I bet you’re making a mess in your tightie whiteies right now.” You lick your lips as he growls deep in his chest.

“You’re all talk.” Rafe his voice breaks, his tough guy act reduced to nothing but that. An act. Rafe got off on dominating women. By being the one in charge. But right now, Rafe was wound so tight that the room was almost spinning. He’d give anything to have you touch his naked body.

“Maybe. Maybe not. But you’ll never know because—,” you lean in, kissing his cheek and leaving an imprint from your lipsticks before whispering, “—you couldn’t pay me enough money to touch you. Let alone wring the cum from your balls.”

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[inlovewithfictionalmen7]

I'm Sorry Mommy

this is my first attempt at writing smut so im sorry if its bad haha

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader 

summery: a day out golfing dosent end well when y/n over hears something the boys are talking about.

warnings: oral,sub!Rafe, Rafe crying, kinda mean reader, fem!reader, dom!reader.

word count: 1,807

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y/n and rafe were at the country club golfing with topper and kelce. y/n isn't supper into golfing but she loves spending time with rafe so she's down for anything even if that meant standing in the hot sun while her boyfriend played his sport with his friends so be it.  

“Hey babe can you go get us some more drinks please?” Rafe asks her nicely while lining up for his swing. “Yeah of course.”she says, smiling at him and walking away. Before she can get to far though she hears topper and kelce laughing so she stops for a sec to hear what they say 

“Man rafe she's like your little bitch huh” kelce says slapping Rafes back then topper jumps in “oh bro i bet she's just worships you in bed and lets you use her” y/n narrows her eyes hoping rafe would change the topic because they both know whos in charge behind closed doors, but her hopes are proven useless as she hears “oh yeah man she's like the biggest slut in bed. I love it” leave her boyfriend's mouth. The boys let out some whoops. 

y/n finally goes up and gets their drinks, heading back to the boys, smiling as she hands topper and kelce's theirs, but when she turned her back to face rafe her smile dropped bringing his drink to her lips she takes a sip looking him straight in the eyes before spitting in his cup, smiling and handing it to him. The look on his face tell her, he knows that she heard him and that he was fucked.

The drive home was silent for the most part. Rafe looked over at y/n every once and awhile while she was looking out the window. He knew he was in trouble but he didnt know how he was gonna be punished and that scared him.

After Rafe pulled into his driveway and turned off the truck they sat there in silence for a couple minutes before he tried to speak “baby-” but he's cut off by y/n  “go upstairs to your room and strip.”  she turns to him, grabbing his face making him look at her. Oh god she does not look happy. Rafe thought to himself  “and dont you fucking dare touch yourself” she stated before shoving his face away and getting out of the truck. Rafe doesn't say anything as he gets out and follows her inside not wanting to make his punishment worse. 

As he heads to the stairs he notices y/n heading for the kitchen. “y/n? Where are you going?” he asks cautiously. She stops and looks at him over her shoulder “do as you're told and go up stairs rafe.” she says coldly walking away. Rafe gulps and walks up stairs. In his room he strips and sits on his bed looking at his hard cock, fighting the urge to touch it. Downstairs y/n takes her sweet time getting a cup of water and looking out the window some more just to mess with rafe some more. Taking the last sip of water she turns and heads upstairs 

Rafes head flies up when he hears his door close, he sees his beautiful girlfriend standing there with a very unhappy look on her face. “Now rafe do you wanna tell me why you're being punished?” she says slowly walking towards him. “I-i dont k-know” he stutters looking down at the ground knowing damn well what he did to deserve this, just not wanting to admit it. y/n grabs his chin forcing him to look at her, he whimpers slightly at the sudden movement. “Oh i think you do rafey” y/n says a smirk playing on her lips. Rafe shakes his head, tears coming to his eyes, and his cock twitching. “Something about me being uh, what'd you say the biggest slut in bed, and letting your friends say that about me?” she hums at the end looking at him. His eyes go wide knowing he has no way out of this.

“Im sorry” rafe whimpers before his hairs being pulled back. “I'm sorry what” she says getting so close to his face he could almost feel her lips on his. “I-im s-sorry m-mommy” he says as a blush rises on his cheeks. She smiles at him and pulls away. “What are you sorry for baby” she asks the man in front of her. “For saying stuff that wasn't true about us, a-and l-letting them talk ab-about you like that” rafe cries, “im so sorry mommy!” he says struggling to look and hold eye contact with the woman. 

y/n smiles at him and places a quick kiss on his lips. Pulling away and letting go of his face much more gently than before and instead gripping his rock hard cock, watching as he jumps at the sudden relief. “You've been a very bad boy Rafey” she says slowly stroking his cock making his hips jut up. “Please mommy, I'm sorry” he says before biting his lip. She starts stroking him faster, making him moan and cry. “Mommy can i cum please let me cum. I-ill do anything” he begs the woman as he reaches his climax. 

Right as y/n feels him twitch she pulls her hand away making he cry out in frustration. “Oh did you really think I'd let you off that easily?” She laughs at the poor boy “god you're pathetic” she adds, making him turn his face away from her. “Here's what's gonna happen baby.” she starts as she takes off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in her bra and underwear, while he looks at her with hopeful eyes. 

“I'm going to touch myself, you're going to watch me” she says, taking off her underwear so slowly just to tease the man. “And if you touch yourself i'll leave you like this, do you understand me baby boy”  she unclips her bra letting it slide down her arms exposing her breasts to the needy man. 

“Y-yes i understand” he says hypnotized by her breasts to notice he forgot an important word “yes. What” she says standing in front of him. “Yes mommy” he says looking up at her face with pleading eyes. “Good boy,” she says lightly tapping his cheek before getting on the bed, spreading her legs right in front of Rafe so he has a good view. Rafe lets out a loud whimper when he sees how wet she is. Not thinking he reaches out to touch her however his hand gets slapped away as she tsks at him. 

Bringing her hand to her core she collects some of her wetness before bringing her hand to his mouth. Rafe wasted no time in taking her fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off them, while moaning. y/n pulls her fingers out of his warm mouth and brings it back to her core. She moans as she rubs her clit. Rafes cock twitches and he watches his girlfriend finger herself. 

When she comes she throws her head back and lets out a loud moan of his name. Causing him to whimper again. “Please mommy it hurts” he begs her as she catches her breath. y/n looks at the pathetic man in front of her. “Hmmm i'm not sure you've earned it yet rafey” she looks at him waiting to see what he says “please let me taste you again mommy please” he begs her just wanting to please her. “Come here sweet boy” she spread her legs again. Putting her leg on his shoulder when he's close enough to her “go ahead please mommy” she encourages after seeing his hesitation. 

He wasted no time in leaning down and licking up her slit gathering all her juices,hearing the beautiful girl moan when he reached her clit. Sucking it into his mouth just the way he knows she likes it. y/n runs her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her and she grinds her hips into his face. Rafe groans looking up at her face. He loves pleasing y/n, he'd do anything to make up for what he did today. He could tell she was close to coming so he shoved two fingers into her wet core to push her over the edge. Hearing her loud moans he caused. He keeps licking and sucking at her until he feels his hair being pulled back. 

Rafes a panting mess when he comes up, looking at her like she's the most beautiful girl in the world, because in his eyes she was. y/n looks down at her boyfriend before chuckling which confuses rafe “you really are impatient huh rafe” when all she gets in return is a more confused look she continues “you like eating my pussy so much you came from humping your bed and making a huge mess” at that he looks down and sees the mess he made before turning bright red and burying  his face in y/n´s stomach “i'm sorry mommy i-i didn't mean too i swear” he cries scared shes gonna be even more mad and punish him more. Though y/n can tell that he's actually scared and upset so she's not going to keep going…. Tonight anyway. 

She shushes  Rafe while rubbing his head “it's okay, you're okay sweetheart.” when she tries to get up he holds onto her tighter “I'm not going anywhere my love, i'm just getting stuff to clean you up okay?” She asks him to which he nods and reluctantly lets go of her. 

y/n goes to the bathroom getting a washcloth wet after using the bathroom. When she leaves the bathroom she sees rafe hugging his pillow like how he was just holding her and smiles. “Okay love can you roll over for me” she asks rubbing his back, once he does she says “i'm just gonna wipe you down okay? That's it, we're all done for tonight” he nods at her with a small smile on his lips. 

Once he's all clean y/n changes the blankets on the bed and gets a pair of boxers for Rafe to put on, and herself one of his shirts and her underwear. 

Crawling into bed with rafe he grabs onto her and puts his head on her chest “thank you mommy” y/n rubs the back of his neck “not mommy right now my love. Were all done for right now” she kisses his head. y/n does bother telling him they'll continue this later. 

“I love you y/n” Rafe mumbles quietly 

“I love you too Rafey” she says, kissing his head again before they both drift off to sleep. 

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[kinkyrafe]

Overstim with love

Kinktober # 2

18+ only, MDNI

Summary: Good subs let their mistresses touch no matter how much it hurts.

Disclaimer: bondage, sub!rafe, overstim

You sink down on Rafe’s hard cock, watching his face twist with pleasure. "You feel so good inside of me," you tell him and he looks up at you with admiration.

"You feel so good on me, too," he whispers and you bend down to kiss him. Mid-kiss you decide to challenge him a little and clench your vagina intentionally. His hip bucks up immediately.

You smirk, test failed.

"I've said you’re not allowed to move, babe," you remind him.

"I know," he whines, "I'm sorry."

You grab your paddle that is next to you. Without a warning, you start hitting him on his chest and stomach. "Lay still and take it," you order when he flinches at a hit against his nipple. It's all pain and pleasure now, as you are still sitting on his cock.

You stop when the skin on his torso is red and he is panting as if he just came back from a run.

"Don’t do it again," you order.

"I won't," he pants, desperately trying to catch his breath and to keep his hips still at the same time.

"Do you like being in my pussy?" You ask innocently, rocking up and down a couple of times.

"I do," he says, his voice almost whiny already. "I like it so much."

"Mh, I bet," you tease, letting your fingers slide over the red patches on his torso, leaving white trails behind, making Rafe hiss.

"You know that being in me is a privilege, don’t you?" You ask, rocking up and down again.

"I know, Mistress," he gasps, his whole body tense with the xxx of not moving his hips. You grab your magic wand and hold it against your clit - and with that, also against his groin.

"Oh fuck!" He shouts when the toy first starts vibrating. His upper body jerking.

"You wouldn’t want to lose this privilege by misbehaving, would you?" You ask strictly, as he does not stop thrashing around.

"No, mistress," he whines, "But it's too much."

"Oh," you say mockingly, "It's too much? Well... that's too bad, isn’t it?"

You get off his dick, making him whine again, for different reasons this time.

"Maybe you can see this as an incentive," you say, as you sink down onto his thigh. You watch his face as you start to rub your clit over his thigh. He throws his head back in frustration.

His cock lies throbbing against his stomach, hard and red, all veins popping, telling you that he is not far from coming.

You rub your clit over his thigh until you cum, not paying him much attention until you're done.

Before you come down from your orgasm entirely, you get up and let his cock glide into your wet and pulsating pussy again.

He almost shouts with pleasure. "Thank you, Mistress," he pants.

"That's your second chance, alright?" You tell him. "Can you feel that I just came?" He whimpers. "Can you feel how wet I am?"

He whimpers again. "Yes, Mistress," he says, his voice hoarse.

"Are you so hard in me?" You continue your dirty talk.

"Mhhh," is everything Rafe can utter as a response.

"I can feel you deep inside of me," you tease him, rocking your hips again, "You're so hard, aren’t you?" You brush your fingers over his hard nipples, making his body jerk.

"I am, Mistress, I am," he whimpers.

You edge him with your pussy. Every time you feel him getting too close, you get off of him. Sitting back on his thighs, you caress his skin, touching him everywhere, making it harder for him to calm down at the same time. When he's calmed down a bit, you decide to sit back on his cock.

Edging him like that, is nothing but beautiful. It is such an intimate way of edging. The noises he makes, the whines and the whimpers, his loud breathing...

He almost manages to stay good. In the second to last cycle, you start playing with his nipples again, rolling them between your fingers. He can’t help but buck up his hips into you.

"No," he begs immediately, even before you get off of him, "No, fuck, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

You sit down on his thighs and let him catch his breath. "I always only give two chances, Rafe."

"I knoooow," he whines, trying to hide his face against his arm.

Again, you rub his hands over his body, his wonderful fit body that makes you go feral as soon as you look at it. "Look at you all hot and bothered," you purr, "Not able to control yourself."

He puffs out a breath, clearly embarrassed. He likes to pride himself with being able to take anything you throw at him. He really likes to please you. You will make sure to tab into his praise kink a little more even if you have to punish him.

"Touch yourself," you order. He looks at you, a little confused. "Go on."

He does, hesitantly at first, but the more you encourage him, the more determined he gets. He closes his eyes when he gets close to orgasm. "Eyes on me," you demand, "Keep them open." He obeys immediately. "Good boy," you praise him and touch his nipples again, which is what caused him to lose control before. His mouth falls open but he keeps looking at you just like you told him.

"May I come?" He asks carefully, obviously not trusting his luck.

"You may," you answer and he comes immediately, shooting big streaks of cum over his stomach.

"Keep going," you tell him when he slows down, a wicked smile on your face.

"No," he whimpers, his voice wrecked, but he tries to keep stroking even though his dick gets more sensitive by the second.

"Come on," you encourage him, nudging his hand.

"Ah, fuck, Y/N," he whines, his hips trying to get away from his own hand.

"Okay, let go," you order and quickly replace his hand with yours.

He whines again, as he obviously knows what you are up to. He lets out a high pitched cry when you start to stroke him, your fist determined around his cock, your movements fast. You don't stimulate the entirety of his cock, but remain close to the head, almost pulsating your hand.

He thrashes around so much that you nearly fall off.

"Keep those hips still," you warn him and smack his hips for that.

"Sorry," he whimpers. "Sorry." And even though he really wants you to stop, he tries hard to keep his body still.

In general, he whimpers a lot but lets you do it, let's you torment his cock and his body.

Once he tries to push away your hand but you grab his wrist, holding it down against his chest and continue what you're doing.

"Good subs let their mistresses touch no matter how much it hurts," you tell him as you still go on. He whimpers. It seems as if enduring your treatment get more difficult again, as his whole body trembles with the effort to not push you off.

"Good boy," you praise him, "Twenty more seconds."

He throws his head back at that, his free hand clenching the sheets. Twenty seconds in bondage could feel like a life time. To get out the most of the scene, you let go of his wrist, flatten your hand and begin to rub it over the tip of his cock.

He screams.

"Breathe, Rafe," you remind him, struggling to stay on top of his thighs as his hips jerk left and right. "You're almost done, come on."

To draw this to a delicious end, you slide back on his thighs and wrap your lips around his dick, licking it first before sucking the head into your mouth. This may just end him.

You pull your head back and let go of his cock with a pop. You kiss it before you let go of it entirely. "There you go," you say softly, "All done." You kiss his stomach, and leave a trail of kisses up his torso until your face hovers over his.

"Look at you," you praise him, brushing your fingers through his sweaty hair. "Such a good boy. Taking your punishment so well." You kiss his cheek even though you want to kiss him properly but he is still so out of breath and clearly needs time to catch it. So you lay down on top of him and caress his skin with your fingers and your lips, telling him how good he is, how good he is for you, how good he is making you feel.

"You did so good," you praise him all over again, and cuddle up next to him.

"Those were the most challenging twenty seconds in my entire life," he pants, still riding the high of the scene.

You laugh. "In your entire your life?" You repeat.

He chuckles as well. "Yeah, probably," he confirms even though you both know that it wasn't true.

"Maybe we have to do it more often then?" You say sweetly, caressing the skin of his stomach. "Practice a little."

"No," he nearly cries out, his panting picking up speed again. "Please, don't."

You laugh a little louder. "Okay, sh, you're good," you talk him down again. You let your fingers travel around his body. You literally can't stop touching him whenever he is near you. His body is perfect and you love seeing it react to your touch. "You're so beautiful," you whisper and kiss his shoulder.

"You keep saying that and it makes me feel so girly," he mumbles, his breath almost back to normal now, his body sweaty but at least not trembling anymore. He turns onto his side and mirrors your position, letting his hands run over your skin as well.

"But 'beautiful' just fits you, you know?" You say. "You're so perfect." Handsome or hot simply doesn't cut it although both terms would be absolutely correct. "I'm just sooo attracted to you," you say and this time when you lean forward you kiss his lips. He kisses back so tenderly that your heart warms at the feeling. "I'll stop saying it, though... if you don't like it," you whisper against his lips.

He just shakes his head and flops back onto his back. "Fuck, I'm so done," he groans.

"So, you're not up for a round two?" You ask teasingly. His head snaps around to look at you, genuine shock on his face. "Just a joke!" You laugh. "Oh my god, your face!"

He chuckles as well, burying his face in his arm. "Jeez, Y/N," he says, "Do you actually want me dead?"

"Nope," you say, freeing his face from his arm so that you can kiss him again. "I prefer you alive. What do you think about a shower, though?"

"Um..." He snuggles up closer to you and lets his index finger travel down your front, from you lips down your chin over your throat and chest. He kisses you lightly. Then he shakes his head. "No."

"No shower?" You ask.

Playfully, he shakes his head again and drabes his arm over you so that you couldn't get up if you wanted to. "No, never again."

You chuckle and kiss him against his temple. "I love you like this," you murmur against his skin, "All fucked out and soft... playful."

His fingers gently brush over your arms. "I love you like this as well."

"I love you, period."

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[yagirlwrites]

Drinks & Misunderstandings

Hiii! It's been a while! Here's a little The Sounds of a Good Boy blurb about another encounter where Rafe makes a fool of himself and she thinks he's a dumbass🙈 this is set right after The Night We Met ❤️ Hope you like it!

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Series Masterlist

My work is my own; it’s not to be copied, transferred or translated. Reblogs are welcome! Happy reading!🥰

Drinks & Misunderstandings

It had been exactly a week since their encounter at the party. Rafe had been able to think of very little except her. It was extremely inconvenient and fucking frustrating. He thought about the way she looked at him in the kitchen more times than he could count and it ended up making his pants get tighter every time. He didn’t understand what it was about her that made him so obsessed. He was also incredibly angry and tired of her running through his mind given the fact that she spoke exactly three words to him- when he asked if her friend was okay. Oh but her voice was stuck on repeat. He had felt butterflies in his stomach when she finally spoke to him.

It hadn’t mattered that she only said “I don’t know.” He was so taken aback that he didn’t even manage to respond before she left. She seemed distressed and he wanted to ask more, to offer to help -something! But she was gone before he could process and he spent all night kicking himself for not being quicker. Though he knew she probably wouldn’t have wanted his help anyway, given that she had ignored him all night.

This Saturday, the usual frat party scene was exchanged for a birthday bar hop for one of his frat brothers. Rafe wasn’t really feeling it. Though the alcohol was welcome, the company and the loud music was not. He had been drowning his sorrows all week, barely paying attention to his classes. His mind always on her. He wondered what happened to her friend, if she was okay; wondered if he’d ever see her again. He mostly wondered why the hell he was wondering about all those things in the first place. He couldn’t make heads or tails of the situation, not understanding how she managed to have such a hold on him when he didn’t even know her name.

The bar they were currently in was one of the classier establishments they visited that night. If the interior hadn’t made it clear the prices of the drinks left no room for doubt. It was crowded and hot but at least the music wasn’t as loud as in the bar they were in last. He was starting to feel a headache coming, so he welcomed the slightly queieter albeit pretentious environment they were in now.

The guys had spent all night circling the group for drink duties, he had befallen the faith of getting the next round. He was already feeling the effect of the alcohol as he made his way to the bar to order more drinks. Slightly leaning onto the counter for support after stumbling a little on his way over, he bumped into the person to his left, throwing a quick sorry as the guy glared at him.

Waiting for the bartender to notice him he lazily ran his eyes over the girl to his right. Her back was facing him as she leaned on the bar, almost mirroring his position. She was hot. Wanting to see her face, he leaned slightly closer, hoping she’d turn around if she senses his presence. Her perfume hit him and he swore he smelled it before but his drunk mind couldn’t place it.

Just as he expected, she could feel him behind her so she turned around to glance at him. As soon as their eyes met he felt like he had been struck by lightning. It was her. The same girl who had been plaguing his thoughts for a week straight, same girl who made him feel small that night, same girl he hoped he would run into again. And there she was, standing right in front of him, wearing a sexy little black dress and looking at him again.

He could see recognition in her eyes and he felt a rush of excitement at the prospect. She remembered him. If his mind had been slightly less hazy he might have considered that wasn’t the best thing, that perhaps if she hadn’t remembered him he would have had a chance to start over, not make a fool of himself again. But all he could feel was excitement because she was there and she remembered him.

When she turned to see who had so blatantly given himself the right to stand so close to her, the last person she expected to see was him. The guy from last week’s party, same guy who had annoyed her that night, same guy who surprised her by showing concern for her friend, same guy she had thought of more times than she would ever admit to herself over the last week.

He was looking dumbstruck and she knew he remembered her. She expected him to look sheepish or even smug but he actually looked... happy? He looked like he was happy to see her. She thought it might have been an act but seeing the way his eyes were glazed and he was supporting himself on the bar, she realised he was genuine, clearly drunk and not capable of hiding his emotions. It was pretty damn adorable. She was sure after their last encounter he wouldn’t be happy to see her but there he was - right in front of her, smiling like a little kid. It took her some effort not to smile at the sight. He looked so innocent, with his bright dimply smile and his floppy hair- but she knew better.

If a by-stander had been watching them they might have noticed they were both standing there, staring at each other for a beat too long. The little moment interrupted by the bartender laying down the drinks she ordered in front of her. She broke eye contact and reached for her wallet. As she was taking it out of her purse an arm reached in front of her, black card making it to the man’s hand before she could process it.

“Drinks are on me” he said. The bartender made quick work of scanning the card and handing it back to him. He looked to her, hoping for a smile. He finally got a second chance to make a better impression on her and he jumped at the opportunity. Being a gentleman, buying her and her friends their drinks.

Her face though, wasn’t happy. She looked pissed, in fact. If this were a cartoon, Rafe imagined steam would be coming out of her ears in that moment. He didn’t understand what happened. Paying for expensive cocktails as a peace offering seemed like a good idea. Now he wasn’t sure what her problem was. Maybe she was just a miserable person.

She took the drinks in her hands, trying to balance them on the little tray. She felt like she could burst. The nerve of this asshole. The entitled douchebag. A total prick. That’s what he was. Any trace of her prior thoughts about seeing him again went out the window. The gall of this guy to just pay for her without bothering to even ask. Like she wasn’t capable of it. Like he had the right. Flashing his daddy’s black card like he owns the place, like owns her. Hell no.

She was quite done with him now.

So without looking back she took off toward their booth. The plan to get away from him as fast as possible before she caused a scene hindered by the fact that she had to walk carefully not to spill the drinks on the tray. Damn it.

As she turned and started walking away without a word his confusion grew and his annoyance resurfaced. What the hell? He wasn’t gonna let her blank him again. No way.

A hand wrapped around her bicep effectively stopped her in her tracks. His grip was firm and he pulled her back slowly, making sure the drinks she was holding didn’t fall on her. Her anger was bubbling up dangerously by now and him putting his hand on her pushed all thoughts of not causing a scene out of her head.

The look she gave him when she turned around was one that could kill a man, or at least chill him to his very bones. But Rafe was angry and he hadn’t realised the huge warning sign so he opened his mouth. Had he been less drunk he would have known that would be a terrible mistake.

“Are you serious? Not even a thank you?” He asked her, not releasing his grip from her arm. The longer his touch lingered on her skin the hotter her anger burned inside. Untill it spilled. And boy it spilled.

“Excuse me?” Her tone was dangerously low, she was barely keeping it together.

“You’re just gonna walk away again? No thank you or anything? What is your problem?” Big mistake. Huge.

“My problem?” She took a step closer, close enough so the tray ended up pressed against both their chests, the metal object the only space between their bodies. “What’s my problem?”

“Yeah. Usually people say thank you when someone buys them a drink, you know. Let alone five.” He pressed on.

“You know what. You’re right. How rude of me.” She spoke sarcastically. “Thank you so much for going over me to settle my tab without asking me, like I wasn’t even there. Thanks for thinking I need you to pay my check and swoon over you for swooping in and saving me 60 bucks. I really appreciate it.” Her voice had risen and at this point the people around them were paying attention.

“I was just being nice-“ he tried to reason.

“Nice? Doing things for me -that I’m fully capable of doing myself by the way-without my consent, is not nice. It’s patronizing. Acting like I should have no say in something, like I have as much agency as that barstool over there is not being nice- it’s being a dick. So is this.” She motioned to his hand still wrapped around her arm. At that he let go. She took a step back. His face a picture of confusion and frustration.

“Normally I would leave the drink but these are for my friends. I’ll let them know you spent a whole $20 for their cocktails, maybe one of them will give you their number.” With that she turned and walked away. This time he let her.

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[maybanksbabe]

𝐢: 𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐑.𝐂

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Rafe is finally ready to let you take control for a night, allowing himself complete and total vulnerability with you. It's not a responsibility you take lightly and you're determined to make sure he has a good time.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, college!au, use of a strap-on, praise and affirmations, oral (m), anal penetration, light overstimulation, this is actually quite soft tbh, a nice introduction! if I missed anything lmk!

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Rafe's dorm room was cosy with blankets and pillows on his double bed as the rain beat down outside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sweatpants around his ankles with you between his knees. Your actions were slow and deliberate; each bob of your head and stroke of your hand along his shaft has his head thrown back, eliciting delicious noises from him.

Tonight was going to be a big step in your relationship, so you were determined to have him relaxed and at ease before the main event. It was no secret between you that Rafe had been with both men and women and had been open about his past relationships and hookups. And now he'd asked you to do something you'd not tried before. He wanted you to peg him.

The talking process around this choice was fairly straightforward. You'd let him pick from an online retailer which strap-on he wanted, trusting his judgement that he'd be able to handle it before pressing buy now. So here you were, getting him good and ready for such a vulnerable and intimate act.

"Fuck -" he groaned, throaty and breathless. The subtle cues from his body warned you that he was close and now you could progress to part two of the plan. Slowly, you pulled away, still gently stroking him as you looked up at Rafe with his rosy cheeks and heavy breathing.

"Wanna get naked?" He nodded and shed his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. You pulled his sweatpants off all the way and climbed up onto the bed to join him. You were still wearing one of his athletic department t-shirts but with no underwear and the strap-on hanging between your legs. It was a decently sized 8.5 inches and a little wider than what you thought he'd go for, but you didn't question it.

"Deep breaths, remember?" Rafe nodded as he lay back, hooking his legs around your waist as you leaned over him to reach for the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Once you'd added a satisfactory amount you waited for Rafe to tell you it was okay to go ahead.

"I'm right here," you assured him, leaning in to share a soft, tender kiss as you pressed the tip of the toy against him. As you pushed forward, slowly, the noises that left Rafe were swallowed by a string of kisses.

"Breathe, baby..." you cooed in his ear, kissing along his jaw and cheek as your hips came flush to the backs of his thighs. Rafe drew in a shaky breath as you began slowly moving your hips, grinding into him with each push forward. The noises he made were heavenly. Breathy moans and whimpers that were music to your ears with each thrust.

"Feels s' good..."

"You're bein' such a good boy, takin' me so well," you praised, letting him reach between you to stroke himself in time with your thrusts. Foreheads pressed together, and your one hand threaded through his hair, tugging gently on the soft tresses.

"Shit, I'm - "

"I know, I know," you cooed, picking up your movements and allowing him to keep matching your thrusts into his hand. With a loud moan that turned into a whimper, Rafe came undone and his cum painted his stomach in hot, white spurts. Not quite ready to be done, you carried on, stuffing him full of the silicone toy despite his attempts to tell you he was too sensitive.

"Sound so pretty, baby... Just wanna make you feel good." A second wave of that first orgasm hit Rafe and had him begging for a reprieve with teary eyes and a white-knuckle grip on his bedsheets. That's when you decided to stop being mean and gradually slowed to a stop. When you pulled out, Rafe couldn't help but squirm at the loss of contact.

"I'll be back in just a minute," you assured him, climbing off his bed to put the strap in the bathroom, so you could clean it later and grab a warm washcloth to clean him up with. The sight of him on his bed, legs outstretched, cheeks flushed and rosy as he tried his hardest to stay awake. It made you melt more than a little.

"How d' you feel?" you asked softly, wiping away the streaks of cum off of his stomach and the remnants of lube from around his ass.

"Good... Tired," he admitted, almost shyly as you finished and handed his sweatpants and hoodie back to him, with a fresh pair of boxers.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He nodded, making room for you to lie next to him as you settle with your laptop open, loading Netflix. You were more than content in just your (his) t-shirt and underwear once the two of you got comfortable under the sheets.

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[emilyxjanewrites]

Hello I am Emily, 17 years old and i’m from England, I am also a fanfic writer and new to tumblr. I’m hoping to use tumblr as a mini Wattpad, to publish one shots for books i’m thinking of writing in the future.

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[rafeslittleangel]

Soft dom boyfriend Rafe who would have you on his lap, short skirt flared out and face towards him, while gambling with his friends at a party. At some point, he would carefully and slowly unzip his pants, pushing your soaked panties to one corner and shoving his cock in you as you bite his shoulder, trying to silence your moan. Your skirt covers the place where your bodies join, but his friends know exactly what's happening in front of them and chuckle, used to this freaky behaviour from you and Rafe. You would squirm, trying to move but he would still you on his cock, hands on your covered ass.

"Stay still for me sweetheart, daddy's tryna play ain't he?"

He'd whisper while dealing the cards. Fat tears roll down your cheeks, tortured pussy clenching around his long cock like a vice as he refused to let you move. He would smirk as he wins the round, looking at your tear streaked face and red glossy lips.

"My little good luck charm, aren't ya angel?"

His friends would look at you hungrily as you give up on trying to conceal your moans and whimpers, knot in your stomach threatening to unravel, even though you'd hardly moved, cockwarming your boyfriend like the obedient slut you are. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Rafe kisses your throat, massaging your covered tits.

"Come on princess, cum for me won't you? Give daddy's friends a show huh?"

You can't hold on any longer as you cum all over his cock, Rafe lifting the back of your skirt as his friends catch a glance of your slippery wet core. Rafe winks, excusing himself as he carries you, still inside your sensitive cunt as he takes you to a more secluded place.

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[rafetopia]

𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨 𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭

-𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader

genre: smut & angst -> 18+!!

words: ~3k

warnings: dom!rafe & subby reader, prison sex, “public” sex in a sense you can be possibly watched and heard, (slight) daddy kink, (sexual) choking, hair pulling, blackmailing, bribery, mentions of an affair (not r & r), fingering, slight handjob, mentions of violence and tiny teeny bit of soft!rafe

summary: you visit your fiancé in jail after his arrest

note: i want to say big thank you to @rafesthroatbaby for giving me this wonderful idea (i really hope i did it justice) and to @rvfecamerons for beta reading and helping me improving this piece!!! love you guys to pieces!!

The moment you walked through the doors of the Kildare's Detention Center, you had all eyes on you. The way your cute little summer dress hugged your curves and emphasized your tits, combined with the pastel pink heels and the way you were carrying yourself, was just impossible for anyone to miss. You pulled out your phone and opened your camera, using it as a mirror to apply your lipstick. When your gaze met one of the officers, you gave him a genuine but exaggerated smile, before making your way over to him, making sure to swing your hips a little bit more than usual.

“Good afternoon, officer.” You smirked. “I’m here to see Rafe Cameron.”

“Mr. Cameron isn’t allowed any visitors. Have a nice day.” He bluntly spoke, not interested in any further interaction.

“Oh, but he sure is.” You smiled innocently, before leaning over the counter until you were really close to the man in front of you. “And you’re gonna let me see him.”

“And why is that?”

You smiled devilishly, as leaned towards the man, now only inches away from his face. “Because I’m sure you know who my family is and that I am capable of shredding every single one of you and your corrupt and very much incompetent colleagues to pieces if you don’t grant me that teeny tiny request to see my man..” You paused, “Starting with you and the little affair you have been going on with the mayor's wife.”

His expression shifted as he listened to your threads, knowing that you were indeed serious. You saw how he was fighting with his thoughts and he knew this was bad but he couldn’t risk you exposing the entire department and especially not his affair.

“Fine.” He mumbled as he looked from left to right, making sure that nobody was listening in. “Wait here.”

He came back around five minutes later and guided you towards what you assumed to be the room, where your fiancé was waiting. He was about to open the door when you stopped him.

“See, Officer Wilson, my man and I didn’t have a lot of privacy recently… so I need you to make sure that we will have that.”

“Absolutely not.”

You gave him a disappointed look before reaching into your bag once again. You pulled out a 100-dollar bill and stuffed it into his pocket, before leaning towards his ear. “See, if you would be so kind and look away…might even let you watch.” You smirked, causing him to turn bright red from embarrassment. “Keys?” You smiled, as you opened your hand. He reached onto his collar, removed one single key, and handed it to you. “See, wasn’t so hard, now was it?” You grinned.

You could tell Officer Wilson was beyond pissed that he got screwed by someone as young as you, a female to make it worse but that didn’t matter to you. You got what you wanted.

….

“Hello, baby.” You said the second he had closed the door behind you.

“(Y/N).” He chuckled softly. You were still standing next to the door, but you could see the tears building up in his eyes.

Your heart arched at the way he was looking at you, with teary eyes, tousled hair, and a bruised-up face. You were there when Officer Thomas buried his fist in your fiancé’s face, everyone was able to hear your screams and pleads for him to stop. Deputy Plumb had to physically hold you back and stop you from going full-blown crazy on her colleague, which resulted in you throwing violent threats at the whole police force that was there at that moment. Plumb even wanted to lock you into a cell until you calmed down but Shoupe warned her of the aftermath that would have been your father if she had taken action on her plan.

You took the seat in front of him and immediately held out your hands, for him to hold them. His hands were cuffed together with a light violet and blue line around his wrists, where the metal clung to his skin. You immediately went for the key in your fist and tried to open it.

“How did you convince them to let you in? Alone to give you the key?” He asked surprised but deep down he knew he shouldn’t be. He knew how convincing and resourceful you were, it was one of the many things he loved about you.

“You know I have my ways.” You smirked at the satisfying click of the cuffs. The second his hands were free, you took them into yours and softly caressed his bruised skin. They had them way too tight and you were pretty sure they knew that.

“You do.” He chuckled. “I miss you.”

“I’m here now.” You whispered softly, trying to suppress the tear that was building up in your eye.

You wanted to say that you wouldn’t leave him again but you both knew that would’ve been a lie. The way he held on to your hands was enough for you to jump up, walk around the table, and climb onto his lap, where you gently pressed his head onto your chest.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, “You’re gonna get yourself in trouble.”

“I won’t, I promise.” You smiled, “I made sure of that. Now come here.”

He leaned his head back onto your chest and buried his face into your dress. It didn’t take long until you felt his tears through the thin fabric of your dress, followed by quiet sobs leaving his mouth. It was only with you, that he would ever let himself go like that but he hated it, he hated every single second of it. He knew how much it broke you to be apart from him and he hated to be the cause of your suffering. He never wanted it to go this way, he never wanted anyone to get hurt but most of all, he never wanted for you to get hurt.

After a few minutes, he quickly got himself back together and looked into your eyes. They were soft and kind but had an evil spark in them, which was the perfect reflection of your personality. He saw how much you tried to stay strong for him, he saw how much you fought back your tears and he couldn’t have that. He needed to be the strong one, the one who protected you and was there when you needed him, not the other way around. But at this moment, he couldn’t and you knew that. His tears had dried by now, just as quickly as you were used to it with Rafe.

You leaned in for a kiss, which started out soft and gentle but the more you both realized how you had missed each other's lips, the more passionate and hungry it became. Your hand was resting on his chest, as his hands were wandering down your back to your ass until they slipped under your dress. You moaned at the feeling of his fingers digging into your skin, a feeling that you had missed so much. You felt his hardened bulge between your legs, begging for your touch. You let your hand slide into his pants, the thin material being easy to be pushed aside, and started caressing him. He moaned out quietly at the feeling of your fingers dancing around his tip, trying to not get the attention of the officers. Normally he wouldn't give a single fuck about anyone hearing the two of you, but in a setting like this, he would rather die than have you pulled away from him.

He pushed away the material of your barely existing thong, and slid inside two of his fingers, causing you to let out a loud moan. His other hand quickly flew towards your mouth, making you unable to make another sound.

“Quiet princess, you don’t want them to hear us, right?” He breathed into your ear.

You gave him a quick nod, a silent promise for you to try and stay quiet. He started moving his fingers again as you slid your hand up and down his shaft, first slowly but then faster and faster, until it became hard for him to stay quiet. He let out another moan and this time it was you, who put her hand on his lips.

“Seriously?” You whispered, one eyebrow raised.

He then pulled out his fingers and licked them clean, leaving a satisfied grin on his face. “You have no idea how much I missed your taste on my lips, baby.”

You smirked, before hopping onto the table behind you. The metal was cold on your bare skin, sending goosebumps all over your skin. “I would love to feel your tongue on me baby but…” You started, “But I need to feel you inside of me because…” You stopped, looking up into your fiancé's eyes.

“But you don’t know when we will be able to do this again.” He finished, a tone of sadness washing over his voice. “I don’t want to think about that right now, princess.” He smiled, before reaching into his pants and pulling out his dick. “I love you.” He whispered against her lips, before aligning himself with your entrance.

“Rafe?”

“Yeah?”

“I need you to promise me something.”

“Everything you want, baby.”

“I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to get you out of this. That I will never give up on you. I want you to know that we will be able to do this again, but right now, I really need you fuck me like we won’t.” You paused, “I need you to fuck me like it’s gonna be the last thing you will ever do. Can you do that for me?”

“Trust me, princess, once I’m done with you, you will barely be able to walk out of here, leaving my DNA all over the floor of this building.”

Before you could even respond, he had his hand on your neck and pushed himself into you. You wanted to moan out at the feeling but his grip around your throat tightened so much, it was hard for you to get any sounds out. He started off slow and gentle but quickly became faster, as he thrusted into you. He clashed his lips onto yours, as your fingers dug into his shoulders. you didn’t realize it, but your hands moved up to his neck where your nails dug deep into his skin. He felt so good inside of you and since you weren’t allowed to make any noise, your energy just had to go somewhere.

“Just… just like that baby.” You whispered, trying so hard to keep your voice down.

He smirked and thrust into you even harder. With every thrust, he hit that sweet spot of you and you could already sense that familiar feeling in your stomach building up. He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, so he pulled out, causing you to protest.

“Why…” You pouted, disappointment written all over your face.

“Turn around.” He demanded, without giving you any reasoning.

You did as told, jumped from the table, and turned around. With a swift motion, Rafe had buried himself in your walls once again, without any warning. Your nails dug into the cold metal of the table, and you were sure if you applied just a little bit more pressure, they’d break.

Your face was directed towards the door and windows now, making everyone who chose to look inside able to look directly into your face. The danger of being walked in by an entire police force, combined with the deep and ruthless thrusts of Rafe’s hips, was enough to almost send you over the edge. Your gaze was fixated on the window, where you could see the back of Officer Wilson’s head, who was standing guard just like you told him to.

“Harder please!” You moaned out louder than intended.

Your lack of quietness seemed to have caught the attention of the guard, who had now turned around and granted himself a peak through the glass. His eyes met yours and you couldn’t help but smirk, as you let your head fall back into Rafe’s neck. He also seemed to have noticed what was going on and he would’ve lied if he said it didn’t turn him on even more. The grin on his face was enough for the now embarrassed Officer to turn around again, desperately trying to hide the blush on his face.

“I thought, I told you to stay quiet…fucking brat…” He growled, as he took a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back, so he could reach your ear more easily. “You’re gonna be the death of both of us I swear.”

You were sure he saw how you were smirking at the officer from the reflection of the windows, but that only made it more fun. You loved doing shit like this and he knew that. But you also knew how good he was at punishing you and most definitely could not risk him leaving you dry, not tonight.

“Mh sorry.” You cried out.

“What was that?”

“Sorry, daddy.” You repeated, “Gonna be good now, promise.”.

“That’s what I thought.” He smirked, before ripping off your thong. “Just to be sure.” He added as he stuffed the piece of fabric into your mouth.

You could taste yourself on your thong and if you were being honest, you really were fucking delicious. His thrusts became harder and harder now, hitting your G-spot every time he pounded into you. But it wouldn’t be Rafe Cameron if he wouldn’t add at least one finger to the party, in order to send you completely over the edge. He placed his index finger on your clit and started massaging it, while his other hand started to taunt your ass relentlessly.

“Being such a good girl for daddy, doing such a good job.” He cooed into your ear, but you were barely able to hear his words, as your mind had drifted far, far away. “Taking me so perfectly.” He added as he thrust himself even deeper into you, with more force and less mercy.

He knew it was loud but he had long stopped caring. All his sorrows had left his body, the second he could feel your walls around him. His soul might have been broken, as he got ripped off every ounce of control he had over himself and his surroundings, but when he was inside of you, it was like you handed it all right back to him. At this moment, his hand now back on your hip and his other on your clit, he had all the control over not just your body, but also over his own, as he thrust into you deeper and deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and there was no doubt that Officer Wilson heard it too.

The harder and faster he went, the harder he felt not just your walls tighten around him, but also his dick twitching beneath them. He knew the both of you were close so he sped up his pace once again, ramming himself into you with every ounce of strength he had left inside him. Your vision turned blurry as you felt tears stream down your face and your release rushing over your body like a bomb exploding inside of you. Rafe came close behind, shooting his load deep inside of you.

He stayed like that for a second, his arm wrapped around you, as he rested his head on the back of your shoulder. As the two of you tried to catch your breath, reality swamped over your mind like a hurricane. You pulled your thong out of your mouth and wiped away the black tears that had stained the table beneath you. You then set yourself up and turned around, where you found Rafe fixing up his pants. The moment his eyes met yours, you saw the pain that he had been surprising for the last seven minutes and it tore your heart apart once again.

He softly wiped away the tears that had stained your beautiful face, but he wasn’t able to get it all. He knew the tears weren’t coming from a sad place originally, but he also knew that these very much could’ve been the tears you had been suppressing since the moment you stepped foot into the room.

“Hey.” He said softly, as he wrapped his hands around your face, forcing you to look at him. “I love you.”

“I love you.” You smiled, as you took his hand in yours. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna get you out of here. I promise.” You added before getting interrupted by a loud knock on the door.

You rolled your eyes at the sign, making the boy in front of you laugh. “It’s okay.” He whispered, “Don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be fine.” He paused, “All I need is for you to be happy.”

“Baby hell is gonna freeze over before I’m letting you rot in this cell. Besides, how dare you, believe that I could ever be happy without you by my side.”

He smiled softly, before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He then took the handcuffs from the table and handed them over to you. “Rather have you do it than any of those assholes.”

“Kinky.” You chuckled, before placing them around his wrist. You made sure to make them loose enough, so he would still be able to move them around, without his wrists bruising up. “Here, keep this, you’re gonna need it.” You said as you got the ripped piece of fabric, that used to be your underwear and stuffed it into his pants, careful so it wouldn't be visible.” Rafe grinned at that gesture of you, knowing this, and the memory of you and the past few minutes would be the one thing keeping him sane for what was about to come.

“Till death do us part?”

“Till death do us part.”

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fingering his mouth

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

Rafe and you are cuddling on the couch until you're doing more than cuddling.

Warnings: light dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe

It starts out so innocent this time: the two of you cuddling on the couch, watching a movie.

You feel him getting hard. You turn around in his arms, incredulously. "i can't believe you're hard again."

He shrugs, completely comfortable with his arousal. "I just can’t help it."

You palm him, start to rub him slowly through his sweat pants, kiss him, he gets harder by the second.

You take your sweet time with him.

Then you put a finger in his mouth, he immediately starts to suck it. You start to push it in further, watching mesmerized as it slides in further between his teeth.

You pull it out again, slowly, before you push it back it. He never breaks eye contact as you slide your finger back and forth over his tongue, sucking it in obediently.

After a while you add your middle to your index finger, fucking his mouth with two fingers now. Slowly and deeply, pressing down on his tongue, making him gag a little. "My mouth," you claim possessively and he hums and nods around your fingers.

You drag it out, brushing your knuckles over his painfully hard cock every now and then until he comes nearly untouched.

"Did you just finger my mouth?" He asks once you back off, admiration evident in both of your eyes.

"I did and you loved it."

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Morning After (The Sounds of a Good Boy Blurb)

A blurby blurb! This follows The Sounds of a Good Boy, it is the morning after their first time! A bit of angst and a lot of fluff in here peeps💖

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

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Morning After

He woke to the smell of freshly made coffee. Looking around the empty room, disoriented and a bit lost, still in that state between dream and reality, he realised this wasn’t his room. His eyes searched the unfamiliar suroundings untill last night’s events finally caught up to him.

A blush spread across his cheeks at the memories. He reached across the bed for his phone on the bedside table, he didn’t remember plugging it in to charge last night but there it was. He checked the time 7:36 am. Groaning at the revelation, he begrudgingly pushed himself out of bed. Collecting his clothes from the floor, memories kept rushing back to him in flashes making that blush from earlier return with vengeance. His whole face was hot and he was sure he looked a sight. After putting on his clothes he stumbled out of the bedroom. Following the sound of sizzling and the rising aroma of bacon, he found her in the kitchen.

She was fully dressed, already eating a plate of eggs standing over the stove while at the same time making sure the eggs and bacon in the pan didn’t burn. She turned as she heard him walk in and with a mouth full of breakfast and cheeks portruding she gave him a close lipped smile. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. She was quick to finish chewing and swallowed, slighty embarrased at his first sight of her this morning being that.

“Morning.” She said, mouth finally free. She used a paper napkin to wipe at her lips, just in case.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and husky, the sound causing a stirring deep within her. His morning voice was hot. Very hot.

She snapped out of her daze after staring at him for a beat too long, remembering his breakfast and moving to action. She arranged the eggs and bacon onto a second plate and grabbed a freshly baked toast out of the oven.

He took the plate from her extended hand, perplexed and - as his stomach growled at that moment - he realized, hungry.

She made him breakfast. Not the most life altering of gestures but for him? Quite something. He wasn’t used to his dates making him breakfast. Not that you could call his past conquests dates per se. Nor was he used to waking up in someone elses bed, the phrase hit it and quit it having been taken quite literally in his adult life. This was different.

But so was everything else that happened last night. Everything else that had happened since he met her, actually.

As he ate the feeling which started to pool in his stomach, warming his insides, making his skin flush - had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with his current situation. With her.

He was quiet and she didn’t really mind, she enjoyed a quiet morning before a busy day. But she was in a rush, having to make breakfast for two while she usually just scruffs down some toast and butter with her coffee before she’s on her way out of the appartment really set her back. But she decided putting a little effort into breakfast this particular morning was completely understandable and not at all a big deal.

While a part of her, a small part deep inside, kind of wished she could just sit and have breakfast with him and maybe drink their coffees on her small balcony - she had an early morning class and she needed to move if she was going to make it on time.

She quickly finished the last of her eggs and put the plate in the sink. Gulping down her coffee and grabbing her jacket and bag was a sight that told him everything he needed to know. He’s overstaying his welcome. He needs to go. Now.

He rushed to his feet with a hushed “Sorry”. And she looked at him, a bit frazzled and a bit confused.

“Why are you sorry?” Her voice caught him on his way to clear his plate. He turned around only to be met with her standing right in front of him. When did she get so close?

“Um, I’m keeping you. Sorry.”

His repeated apology made her sigh with frustration which he took to be aimed at him when in reality it was directed towards herself. She didn’t know how this worked. She never had a guy stay over before. She didn’t have a precedent to fall back on and she realized she was coming off as rude.

He turned, feeling defeated, fully intending to just make his way out of there as fast as possible, this awkwardness making him want to throw up the food rushed down moments earlier. But her hand caught his wrist, effectively stopping him and making him face her.

“No. I’m sorry.” As he opened his mouth to protest she shushed him.

“I’m being rude. You’re not keeping me I’m just - I’m not used to this.” She motioned vaguely between them.

“I have a class in-“ she trailed off checking the clock, “-20 minutes. I hate to rush you, I wish I didn’t have to.” He nodded.

“I get it. You have to go. It’s totally fine. I’ll head.” He gave her a small polite smile and made to the front door, quickly putting on his shoes. She wanted to smack herself. This is not how she wanted this morning to go.

“I’ll drive you home.” She said as she joined him in the hallway, slipping on her boots. He looked at her confused.

“You-you don’t have to do that. You’ll be late. I can walk-“ She interrupted him then.

“I’m not letting you walk back in the freezing cold morning, Rafe.” Her tone was final and it left him a little flushed as memories of last night came rushing back again.

“I can get an uber, you know.” He smiled at her.

“It’s not far and it’s on the way. I’m taking you.” She wasn’t sure why she was insisting here, he really could just get an uber, and she was cutting it very close, but for some reason she just couldn’t let this be how they parted. Why? She had no idea.

“You got everything?” She asked before opening the door. He had shrugged his jacket on and was currently checking his pockets for his belongings untill he decided he did. “All good.” He said and she nodded as she led him out the door.

Their walk to her car was quiet, a bit akwkward. Neither knew what to say. He still hadn’t properly processed last night’s events, on top of that he was trying to figure out what was happening now. Between them. Was there even anything to figure out?

She was trying to sort out her thoughts and find a way to break the awkward silence, to save this morning; perhaps to save whatever it is between them. She refused to think about all the things he made her feel last night. Instead she focused on rectifying her rude behavior from earlier.

“You’re in Theta, right?” She finally spoke as she started pulling out of the parking space.

“Um, yeah. The big brown house at the end of greek street.” His voice was small and he sounded like he would rather be anywhere but here with her. She frowned at that.

“Look, I’m sorry about earlier.” She started but he interrupted her.

“No, you don’t have to say sorry. I get it. I don’t usually spend the night either.” His eyes wouldn’t meet her and he was fidgeting with his keys in his hands.

“I do, actually.” She continued. “I’m not used to morning afters but I shouldn’t have been so rude.” He just nodded, silent, staring at his hands.

She was frustrated at his silence. He usually always had something to say to get her attention, despite her annoyance at it. But now she almost wished he would make a dumb comment and she could roll her eyes at him and maybe she’d be able to pretend like last night never happened. Pretend that last night hadn’t changed everything. But it had. Things have shifted now and there was no going back.

“I’m not used to morning afters.” She repeated, and it caused a frown in his brow.

“I wanted to make breakfast and wake you up and maybe we take our coffee on the balcony. It’s a small thing really. But I like it, it’s...it’s cozy.” She trailed off. What was she even saying right now? Why was she being awkward?

He was asking himself the same thing because he finally looked at her then.

“That sounds nice.” His words surprised her and she met his gaze. He looked... endeared? Yes, he was looking at her like he was in awe when she had just been rambling like an idiot.

She was nervous, he realized. She made him breakfast and she wanted to show him her balcony and drink coffee with him and she was nervous. The thought made butterflies erupt in his stomach and he couldn’t stop the smile from breaking out on his face.

She was nervous around him. The tables have turned, the shift was palpable. He was in too deep, he realised as she looked at him confused but he couldn’t stop the smile even if he wanted to and truth be told he didn’t.

“I would’ve liked that.” She blushed at that. She fucking blushed. He swore his heart skipped a beat right then.

“Maybe... Maybe we can do that another morning?” He trailed off, now he was anxious waiting for her response.

This was it. The moment of truth. She would either shoot him down and tell him that last night was a one time thing and she wasn’t interested in it being anything else or -

“Yeah.” One perfect word interrupted his anxious thoughts.

“Yeah. I think that can be arranged.” She was smiling now and the sight knocked his breath right out of him. He was the one blushing now, a smile breaking on his face. She didn’t want last night to be the last of them either.

As her car slowed to a stop he was still smiling at her, not paying much attantion to their surroundings. She grinned at his dazed look, even though she was feeling just as giddy, and decided to tease him. Just a little.

“This is your house, is it not?” Her words broke his daze and he quickly looked outside to see that they were parked right outside his frat.

“Oh. Um, yeah. Yeah, it is.” He was mumbling, embarrased as he rushed to unbuckle his seatbelt.

Her hand caught his wrist yet again, right as the belt loosened. His breath hitched at the touch and as his eyes met hers he gulped at the intensity in them. It reminded him a lot of last night and the way she- No. Now is not the time to reminisce.

“I expect there’s another party happening on this street tonight.” She kept looking right into his eyes as she spoke. He managed to nod, with quite some effort as her gaze was making him feel all sorts of things. Intense, hot things.

“Uh, yeah. Probably.” She noded.

“Maybe I’ll see you there then.” She smirked at his blush and he realized what she was doing.

And God, she was doing crazy things to him, with that smirk, and the look, and the implication- no, a promise- of a repeat of last night. Again. Tonight.

She wanted to see him again tonight. She was just as into him as he was her. And that realization sparked something in him. He wasn’t sure where it came from but he was moving before he could think.

His lips met hers, his hand on her cheek. She was taken aback but it didn’t take long before she melted into the kiss, into him. She deepened the kiss as her tongue traced his lip and he didn’t hesitate to let her in. How could he when she was kissing him back, kissing him like she meant it.

He couldn’t even complain at how quickly she managed to get control of the kiss. Her hands found their way into his hair, still messy from sleep, and he moaned into the kiss as she lightly tugged on it. The sound managed to force her out of her haze and she begrudgingly broke their kiss. Foreheads pressed together as they caught their breaths, eyes blinking open.

She was met with the vision of him, flushed, breathy, so fucking pretty, with hair messed up and puffy lips - she felt like her breath had been kicked out of her chest. She forced herself to calm down, eyes looking at the console to break away from his captivating gaze. That’s when she noticed the time.

“Shit!” Her exclamation startled him. “I’m gonna be late.” She looked back at him and he was still looking at her like that and she wanted to curse at what he was doing to her.

He bit his lip as his eyes kept staring at her. His chest was heaving. The kiss woke up every cell in his body. He barely registered her words. All he could really do in that moment is feel. He felt like he wanted to pass out, like he wanted her to keep kissing him and maybe never ever stop, like he wanted her to forget everything and just go inside with him and give him everything she’s got. He’d gladly take any little thing she’d give him, he knew that.

The way he was biting his lip and looking at her with those bedroom eyes had her losing her mind. Half wanting to shove him out of the car because she is late - half wanting to just take him right there in the car in front of his entire frat. She was so damn tempted, even calculating just how important this class really was and if she could technically get away with missing it-

Her thoughts were broken, by a loud honk. She was half way leaning in to kiss him again and he was too, the mangetic pull between them seemingly inescapable, when the car behind her honked.

She was parked for fucks sake, what the hell was this guy’s problem? As the spell was broken, Rafe looked back and realized who it was behind them. The reason they were so rudely interrupted - Mack. Rafe’s best friend of 3 years and as of 10 seconds ago his worst enemy. They could hear Mack’s laughter as he got out of the car and Rafe groaned.

His forehead met her shoulder and as she realized this was probably one of his frat brothers she let out a light chuckle. Was she pissed off at the interruption? Yes. But seeing Rafe embarrased and grumpy like this was endearing.

“Think we can make a break for it before he gets to the door?” He mumbled into her skin and she laughed, looking in the rearview as the guy approach them.

“Nope.” She said popping the p, and he groaned again. The third groan was the loudest, a response to a knock on his window. Unbelievable.

His face was still buried in her neck as Mack knocked again.

“Good morning!” He said chirpily from the other side of the window. Rafe flipped him off without looking as he finally brought his head up and his eyes met hers again. They could hear Mack laughing from outside, but he didn’t care that they had an audience. Their gazes glued to each other, seemingly reliving the intensity of their kiss from mere moments ago.

“You’re late.” He whispered, voice low, raspy, very very hot, she noted.

“Yeah.” She whispered back. And then they were kissing again. This time it was shorter but just as breath taking as the last. She pushed him away as he went in for another kiss and he groaned again.

It was becoming one of her favourite sounds, now. Very grumpy and adorable Rafe. She quite liked this side of him. She gave him a smile, and then waved to Mack over his shoulder. Mack waved back, grinning.

“I’ll see you tonight?” He asked her, gaze earnest. She smiled at that.

“Maybe.” He rolled his eyes at her and then laughed with her.

“Have a good day.” She said as his hand reached for the handle.

Fuck it. That was his thought before he turned around and kissed her again quickly before jumping out of the car.

“Have a good day.” He grinned at her stunned expression as he closed the door behind him. She couldn’t help the smile that broke on her face at his antics.

Why did this feel so... natural? Kissing him and laughing with him and not wanting to part from him. It felt like they had done this a thousand times before as he waved at her through the window as she pulled away in her car. Like they had played this game before. Like looking back at him through her rearview mirror, him pushing his friend off him while looking at her car with a silly smile on his face, was a sight she’d seen a thousand times before. Or maybe there was a little part of her that hoped it was a sight she would see a thousand times again.

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Daydreaming about sub!Rafe... A sight you very rarely get to see with the front he puts up every day. But when he does make an appearance, you have the chance to make him feel good. You notice it normally starts with him being clingier than normal, more touchy-feely than he usually is. And with each scratch of your nails against his scalp and the nape of his neck, the more he craves wanting to be used and put in his place by you. You always start gently, nothing too heavy straight off the bat, but once he starts begging for what he wants - what he craves - the more you oblige. This includes but is not limited to; edging him until he's in tears, overstimulation, light choking and a whole lot of verbal work because in this state, Rafe wants - NEEDS - praise like he needs oxygen

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[coryosbaby]

Warning: stepcest (stepbrother x stepsister), sex, & pervy behavior

Stepbrother! Rafe being completely obsessed with bimbo! reader <3 He always brings her little gifts. Subtle things, that no one ever really notices, such as a new lip gloss from her favorite brand or a set of diamond earrings with tiny Rs imbedded into them. He tells her to keep secret, and of course why wouldn’t she? He’s her favorite person, after all. He’s the sweetest boy ever.

She’s completely clueless to the way he looks at her curved form when she bends over, or the way some of her panties mysteriously disappear from the laundry. Doesn’t even notice the way his hand disappears into his pants whenever her back is turned to him when they’re alone.

One night she sneaks into his room and wakes him up with apologies spilling past her soft lips. It’s storming.

“‘M sorry. I just- I’m scared, Rafe.”

And when it sinks in that she’s scared of the storms, Rafe is quick to guide her into his arms and wipe away her tears with gentle fingers.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he coos. “Baby, it’s just a storm. It’s not supposed to get bad.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

And he cages her in with his big arms, let’s her fall asleep against his chest.

If either of their parents notice, they don’t say anything the next morning.

It becomes a routine, after that, for her to sleep in Rafe’s bed. It’s better in there, she thinks, softer, and warmer, and.. Rafe is there. Anything is good if Rafe is there.

Because with Rafe, she feels safe. No matter what, he’ll always be there to protect her from the things that scare her the most.

She slips in beside him quietly, on this particular night. Rain softly patters against the window. Not enough to scare her, but she misses Rafe’s warmth. He has no shirt on when she moves next to him, just a pair of gray boxers. She softly brings her head to rest on his shoulder as she slides under his comforter. He groans, sleepily, and then his eyes peel open as he looks at her with a crooked smile.

“Hi, sweet girl.”

“Did I wake you up?”

“You did,” he laughs, moving a piece of her hair out of her face. “But I don’t mind. C’mere.”

He brings her closer to him, her hands moving to rest on his bare torso.

“You’re practically freezing, baby,” Rafe coos, as he rubs his hands up and down her shoulders. “Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“Didn’t wanna bother you..”

“You could never bother me.” Rafe replies. He caresses her hip with a soft, gentle stroke. “But why don’t you give me a kiss, hm? To make it up to me.”

The suggestion has her face setting ablaze. Of course, Rafe is incredibly handsome. She’s always thought so. His offer makes her have a nervous fluttery feeling in her tummy. But she wants to be good for him, so she lifts herself up and land a soft peck on his lips. He smiles, happy, and rubs his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Why don’t you do it one more time, sweetness? You know, for luck.”

She grins, a giggle leaving her lips. And then she’s shyly kissing him again.

This time it’s different. His mouth stays on hers longer, and he gently guides the back of her head to accompany the turning of his own. He moves against her, slow and messy, as her eyes flutter shut and she begins to sloppily leave spit against his plump lips. She moans, hands threading into the boy’s hair with a neediness she didn’t know she had. Soon his tongue is joining the mix, soft and wet in the open canal of her mouth. When she finally pulls away, it’s because Rafe grasps her hair and pulls her away from him. She looks at him with longing, and his other hand goes down to grope her ass. She gasps, a small whine leaving her throat.

“Rafe.. mom and dad-”

“Don’t have to know,” he finishes. He gently grabs her thigh and throws it over his waist so she’s straddling him. She nervously look down at him. “I won’t tell, I promise. Just let me have you tonight.” He looks up at her, pleadingly.

“Please, angel?”

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