ponytail
words: 1k
warnings: 18+ only, smut, blowjob, face fucking a bit, hair play?, mentions of thigh riding, public sex
“can i join you today rafey?” you ask, plopping down on his lap.
“join me for what?” he questions, dropping his phone onto the couch, the weather app still opened up, checking the radar and wind direction.
“golf, duh.” you say like it's obvious. he does usually go on fridays, so it's no surprise that he would be going today, especially since it was pretty sunny out
“oh.” rafe says, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “you really want to go with me?”
“mhm.” you nod. “i bought a new golf skirt.”
“ah, now it makes sense.” rafe laughs, pulling you into his chest when you pout. “of course you can come baby.”
“yay!” you press a kiss to his lips, your hands coming to rest on his strong jaw. “im gonna go get ready.”
you hop up off of rafes lap, but not before giving him another kiss. you head upstairs, excited to get dressed in your new golfing outfit. you apply makeup, figuring you'd get rafe to take some cute pictures of you for instagram.
you tie your hair up in a ponytail before adjusting your skirt and putting on your golf shoes.
“all ready, rafey.” you bound back down the stairs. rafe perks up instantly when he sees you in your tiny skirt.
“you look hot.” rafe says as he stands, coming over to deliver a kiss.
“thanks baby.” you smile, rafe still managing to make you blush even after you've been together for over a year.
“come on, let's go before it gets too busy.” rafe says, taking your hand in his as he leads you out the door.
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“rafe, cut it out.” you say with a laugh as his hands find a way to your waist again.
“i can't help it baby, you look so good.” he groans, pulling your body against his, not letting you swing your club and hit the golf ball.
“i know, but i gotta hit this! don't you wanna move on to the next hole?” you question. it's an easy putt, which is all you really like to do. you always start your turn from where rafes first hit lands, it makes golf easier and more enjoyable for you. rafe even lets you drive the cart from time to time.
“wanna move on to your next hole.” rafe says, making you lean against him as you howl with laughter.
“that was so stupid!”
“shut up.” rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder, glad that you wore a tank top today that didn't cover too much of your skin as he kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.
“you are corny, rafe cameron.” you say with a roll of your eyes, pulling away from his grabby hands so you can finally make your putt.
you line up your shoot before tapping the ball into the hole, letting out a whoop in happiness at getting it in.
“good job.” rafe says, giving you a high five.
you retrieve your ball before heading to the next hole, frowning when rafe turns the golf cart the wrong direction.
“uh… rafe?” you question as he pulls behind a patch of woods.
“wanna suck me off baby?” he questions as he puts the cart into park, looking over at where you are perched on the golf cart next to him.
“oh!” you squeal, now understanding why he took you to the one secluded part of the course. “yes!”
rafe laughs, stepping out of the cart and moving to the other side. you get on your knees in the cart, not wanting to dirty them in the grass.
rafe tugs his zipper down as you work the button open, mouth already salivating.
you pull his pants down to his thighs, his underwear coming with it as his cock perks up, already hardening. rafe glances around, double checking that no one is around as you grasp his cock.
you open your mouth, stroking over his cock as you rub the head against your tongue. rafe lets out a quiet moan, his hand moving to grip your ponytail.
“gonna fuck your mouth, yeah?” rafe questions. he wants to let you take your time, but he also doesn’t want to get in trouble with the country club if he gets caught.
you nod, opening your mouth as rafe pushes your head down on his cock, his hips pushing forward at the same time. you place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady as he uses your ponytail to guide you up and down.
rafe only takes it slow for a minute before he begins to snap his hips forward, his cock growing inside your mouth.
he wraps your ponytail around his head for a better grip. you squeeze your eyes closed at the pain of your hair being pulled, you panties flooding with wetness.
“good girl.” rafe praises you, pumping faster. you moan around his length, glad that you have enough practice on his cock to accommodate him easily, remembering when you first blew him and was unable to take him all the way into your mouth.
you whine as rafe yanks on your hair, using your mouth to get himself off. your throat constricts around him as you resist the urge to cough, managing to squeeze your fists tightly and avoid gagging.
rafe picks his head up from looking at you to glance around again, but he sees no carts or players nearby.
“gonna cum in your mouth baby.” rafe warns, imagining if you did get caught, if someone saw you being such a good slut for him, your jaw slack as his cock pulses in your mouth.
rafe releases quickly after his warning, cum spurting into your mouth. you moan around his length, sucking gently as you help him ride out his high.
rafe pulls you off by your ponytail, tucking his cock back into his pants and redoing them.
“you messed up my hair.” you pout, trying to smooth out your ponytail.
“sorry, baby.” rafe says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. you wipe your mouth and move to sit back on the seat of the cart, stretching your legs out.
“wanna ride my thigh to make up for it?” rafe asks, sticking his leg out.
“oh, yes!” you squeal, sliding over to push your crotch into his thigh, straddling him.
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can we just listen to Disabled people when they say what accommodations they need??? Like it really isn’t that hard to just take someone’s word on what is best for their own body! Whether it’s more or less or different than what you deem they need it really isn’t your place to say!!!
Sometimes, people need more than they show! Especially if they’re used to being in pain all the time, then they won’t always display that discomfort.
Sometimes the accommodations someone needs are different than what you assume. A friend who struggles with noise sensitivity may ask for you to turn on a different type of music, instead of turning it down, and if that is what they express they need you don’t have to say “oh no I can just turn it down!” and ignore them saying that that isn’t necessary because your idea of noise sensitivity is different than their own experiences and needs.
And sometimes people need less than you try to provide! Or simply don’t want that accommodation at the time! And here’s the crazy part: this applies even if what they say to do could hurt them. Obviously this isn’t a rule for every situation*, but for some it absolutely is. If your friend wants to tag along for, say, a hike, and they have joint pain it isn’t your place to add in “oh no but they can’t do [the hike]! They’ll be in pain! We have to do something else to accommodate them!” If that person expressed a desire to go, especially if offered other options prior that wouldn’t hurt them, let them live. Let them do the thing that puts them in pain, because Disabled people don’t always want to be shoved into a little box of safety. Absolutely sometimes they do, and some might always want to, but if they don’t, then let them make their own choices for their body. Just as anyone else does. You go out and get drunk, even if it gives you a hangover. You go skating even if you’re shit at it and scratch up your knees a bunch. Just because someone is Disabled doesn’t mean that they can’t do the same thing and do that fun thing that hurts them.
I don’t know if I’m displaying my point how I want, so here’s my own example: I am allergic to the cold. Anything below 60 degrees (f) I get hives. Any water cooler than a fucking warm shower I get hives. My joints don’t do great when it’s cold out. This does not mean that when I say I want to go swimming, you can say “oh but you can’t you’ll get hives!” Or “no you can’t do that you’ll be in pain!” Because. I know that. I know that. I know my Disability better than anyone else can, and I can ask for accommodations I need. I am not a child to be wrapped in bubble wrap so I don’t get hurt. My body is my body and I can do with it what I want, and face the consequences. Likewise, just because I said I wanted to go swimming doesn’t mean that when I don’t want to go out and muck around in the snow it is anyone’s right to say “oh but you wanted to swim earlier, so obviously it isn’t that bad for you!” Or “oh it’s fine it’s not that cold! Just wear a sweater!” Because at that time I need and want different accommodations and that should be listened to and considered accordingly, as far as it can be in that situation.
Seriously. Just listen to us. We are in our own bodies. We know ourselves. It really isn’t that hard
*a situation where this point would be null is, for example, a situation where the person has been peer pressured into doing something, or one where you know the person well and know that the endurance of pain is a self-harming behavior
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