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"A LITTLE PARTY NEVER HURT NO ONE!" ᝰ rafe cameron + maddy perez
♬.ᐟ now playing: art deco. - lana del rey
synopsis: maddy figures "it isn't cheating if we didn't fuck, right?". rafe begs to differ.
⊹₊⋆ pairing: rafe x maddy
⊹₊⋆ word count: 3.5k
⊹₊⋆ contents: tension, implied cheating, subjectively toxic relationship, alcohol mentions, unprotected p in v, fingering, degradation, praise, rafe kinda whipped (if u squint), 18+ content! (mdni)
gaudy decor, garish lights of every hue, and tequila saturated jello shots were all it took to sweep a girl equally as boisterous right off her feet. she didn’t keep track of what fluids she downed smoothly, couldn’t be bothered to find out which pair of ogling eyes belonged to the host, and didn’t know whose greedily bucking crotch she was swaying hips against as she fluently glide across the dance floor like it was her own personal stage. and quite frankly, maddy didn’t give a damn.
gazing with a stormy muteness from ten feet across the room, his firm hand possessed a stiff grip against the chilled half-empty bottle of beer with unwavering tightness, as if it was the one compromising their loyalty in the relationship. awkwardly bringing the bottle to his lips, he took a rough swig, tossing his head back enough to strip his eyes away from the sight. he swallowed thickly jaw tensing as he watched a pair of hands hungrily claw against her hips. an act which she couldn’t have been less bothered by. maddy had never viewed things like that as “perv-ish”. it was simply a display of masculine urges that were never able to be suppressed when she was within arms reach. from the very start, rafe had known exactly what he was getting into with her. her sharp tongue, bittersweet touch, and unconstrained disposition that put his to shame were all bright red indicators that nothing good could come out of flirting with the enemy. his rationale, however, faded into a bleak memory on the fateful night that stitched their paths together. he accepted cruel fate, swallowing the bitter pill with the sickeningly sweet kiss she had sealed him with.
rafe knew maddy was a dangerous force to be reckoned with, and coming from him, that sure meant something awful. how a woman like her could be so sure of herself that it reduced him to the simple man he truly was at face value was a mystery he avoided inspecting. though, it wasn’t too much of a mystery. it was love, the smoky, suffocating kind that made rafe’s face grow warmer as he watched maddy’s arms wrap around the meaty neck of some stranger in an embrace that could only lead to an empty but promising kiss. he had enough self control to digest the wandering hands, dry humping, or whatever else the little devil had up the sleeves of her sheer, lacy dress. this, however, was a sight too provoking to turn away from. he didn’t even notice as the glass bottle exploded into sharded fragments as it fell from his grip and to the floor. his long, intent-fueled strides carried him right where he needed to be in mere seconds.
the world was her beauty pageant, a vessel that existed only to serve as a place for her unearthly aura to be basked in. she loved the attention, any attention at all. she reveled in it. it didn’t matter who it was from or what the intention behind dark eyes could possibly suggest. she was born to be seen.
she swayed mindlessly against his body, more interested in how the tingles in her body put her on top of the world rather than who the hell she was on in the first place. but she knew whose cold hand made a quick but rough grab at her neck as soon as it connected. in a moment, her body detached from the blissful strangers as she was pulled forward into the rough embrace of her stone cold lover.
she damn near fell on top of him, but her petite stature was quickly snapped back upward. a rough hand snatched her by the ass, the other refusing to release her neck just yet. their eyes met for the first time all night, his blazing and hers blazed with something completely different.
“havin’ a goddamn blast, huh, mads?” his breath hit hot against her ear as he bent down just enough to deliver the threat-drenched query with sugary sweetness. he caught a greedy waft of the sleek hair product radiating off of her intoxicated frame, using that as a distraction to avoid looking into her eyes. those large, brown, diamond-studded and glitter-dusted eyes. a gorgeous pair. one that took him from one to a hundred with a bat of those lashes. dangerous is exactly what they were.
maddy could read rafe like an open book, and it certainly didn’t help his case that a familiar entity was beginning to poke against her stomach in that moment. he could crease his thick brows or grab her as roughly as he wanted, whenever he wanted. but she had a pretty good idea of how far gone he was for her. he wouldn’t cut the rope she had him on, no matter what blade he was offered.
her hand wrapped around his bicep as best as it could, the other using two manicured fingers to push his face in her direction, forcing eye contact whether he wanted it or not. that sure did it. she almost cackled as his eyes darted down to her cleavage for a fragment of a second, as if searching for safety in even the most unlikely places. “i dunno. you tell me, yeah? does it look like i’m having a blast, rafe?” if the saccharine scent wafting off of her didn’t reveal her intoxication, then the nearly intelligible slurring of her words definitely did. rafe bit back a curse as he inhaled sharply, unable to deny that the sound, sight, and feeling of his woman in this condition was enough to bring an angel to their knees. and he knew that she knew exactly what she was doing. maddy perez was never the type to compromise her awareness to any substance, no matter how potent.
her smooth, slick drawl lulled rafe into a faux sense of security. one that cloaked his heart in the false promise of her devotion of loyalty, making it seem like none of the mindless flirting with external parties really mattered. his rigid grip loosened along with his calculated demeanor. all of a sudden, it seemed as if he was the one who had downed countless shots of every drink there was, not her.
a wordless interaction passed between the two. a playful glint danced behind her clouded gaze, mocking his sternness with non-chalancy that was almost foolish. rafe was ambivalent when it came to her, only that much was certain. for it was that same gaze that had previously led to countless violent altercations and an equal number of animalistic, uncontrolled nights of passion that followed them. rafe swallowed thickly, the lights suddenly burning too bright.
“what’d you say we get out of here, yeah? ‘fore you go ahead and make any other stupid decisions.” his “suggestion” was laced with thin streaks of threat, and every suggestion of his would surely reveal itself to be a promise. he was an angry man with a gun, an inhumane beast with the overwhelming urge to strike. maddy lived to see him snap. bloody, wine red was her favourite colour, after all.
“no.” she blurted out in response without a moment of thought. “and what’s the deal with you being so definitive about it?” her demeanor grew defensive as his tightened with tension.
“woah, woah. now don’t start with all those big words and accusing me of shit, yeah? you think i like watching my woman movin’ her ass over all these greasebags?” he subconsciously waves a condescending hand in the direction of the drunken crowd, viewing it through a lens of disapproval. “i mean, damn it, mads. if i leave it to you, you’d be suckin’ some pogue right off the bone.”
maddy scoffed at that one. it was one thing to slutshame her, it was another thing to bring up that damned class system that she deemed as useful as un-bedazzled eyeshadow, but to attach such desperation to her character was a completely different beast.
she huffed out a humourless laugh, feigning amusement at the little jab. she stepped even closer to him, if that was even possible at all, their bodies pushing together in an awkward embrace. awkward for him, confirmed by the hitch of his breath that betrayed the hidden gap in his bravado. for her, it was power.
the shift wasn’t lost on rafe, not in the slightest. as she rose in self-certainty, he felt his own slipping from a flimsy grasp. and it sure as hell didn’t help that a familiar, unwelcome ache had started to sizzle in a nether region. the time for conversation had come and gone. it was time for a move.
with a yank of her arm, he began to tug her through the congested hallway toward the glass front door. “c’mon. we’re gettin’ the hell out of here.”
the simmering boil in his blood dulled the intensity of the environment just enough to keep his brewing anger at bay. rafe’s long strides and heavy footfalls were followed by the quick clicks of maddy’s six-inch heels against the marble floor. she trailed behind with wordless protests, tugging and pulling against his iron grasp. he tuned her out. every curse and insult she had in store for him.
“i said fucking let go of me, rafe!” the crescendo of her tone became increasingly difficult to ignore. perhaps she was being dramatic, amping up her theatrical ways to earn her desires once again. or maybe the palpable force of his ire truly was manifesting into physical pain. right now, he couldn’t be damned to figure out which.
as they exited the mess of a party into the bleak darkness of night’s presence, the cool air hit maddy like a slap to the face. not once did she stumble in her heels that would put any other woman to shame, but in that moment, the world no longer was her stage. her feet lifted off the ground as rafe bent over just enough to pick her up and sling her figure right over his shoulder. with each step, he told himself her kicks didn’t hurt. not even a little.
“get in here, bitch. ‘nd don’t make a fuckin’ sound either, y’hear me?” rafe yanked open the door of the sleek car parked meters away from the establishment. one hand took hold on the handle, while the other kept a hold on the flimsy dress fabric that was slyly rolling up her ass.
despite the guarded action of his tossing maddy into the backseat of the vehicle, there was a certain recklessness in how he shut the door with his eyes glued to her through the tinted window.
it wasn’t the craziest stunt maddy had pulled while they were together. not by a long shot. but it tended to be the smaller things that flipped his switch. he would rather she flaunted nude across the globe than be in the presence of any man with an erection. something as silly as that could easily cost maddy her ability to walk for the next week.
she watched warily as he got situated in the driver’s seat diagonal from her, his hips nudging forward to get comfortable. perfectly normal, almost chemically calm. maddy hadn’t uttered a word since they left the house. rafe pushed the keys into the ignition. the car roared to life and took off down the street.
“literally so dramatic. acting like we, like, fucked or something.” she muttered, loud enough for him to hear, but the alcohol unveiling fear that she was failing to keep under wraps.
his lingering gaze through the overhead mirror hung over maddy like a dark shadow. maddy could see a storm brewing in those tumultuous blue eyes of his.
“...wanna be a goddamn whore so bad, huh.” his response was phrased as a question but said as a statement. his driving lacked its usual, erratic nature. he obeyed every idle sign’s command, down to the last letter. “let you out of my sight for one second. ‘nd there you go, prancing your shit all over the place.” his words were harsh but tone as smooth as honey. the sweeter his words were now, the worse his wrath would be.
an air of solace cloaked the two. the silence was welcome after the noise and excitement from minutes before. his expression remained steely as he drove through the dark street, traversing an unfamiliar location.
sliding the vehicle into a slim, desolate alley, he parked with nothing but a quiet click of the engine breaking through the silence. he wasn’t angry anymore. not now that he had his favourite girl all to himself. she was quiet now, first the first time all night. and somehow, that spoke volumes.
rafe slung a chiseled arm around the chair he was seated in, finally allowing himself to truly look at her being the fierce makeup and intimidatingly beautiful cover.
maddy looked at him with a fraction of his fervor, the pale, crystalline moonlight dancing against his sculpted face. when he wasn’t snarling, it was nearly impossible for her to even contemplate desiring anyone else.
“...c’mere.” he lowly muttered just as her glossed lips parted to speak, only to be cut off. he could see the consideration of starting an argument play on her expression, and watching it die just as quickly as it had appeared.
with movements as languid as her speech, maddy kicked off the studded heels on her feet, granting them sweet relief at last. she let them lie motionless in the back seat as she crawled over the center console dividing the driver’s seat from the passenger’s. with a quiet huff, she found the two hands held out to prevent a nasty fall as she positioned herself straddled on his lap, a slow hand reaching down to recline his seat enough to let him lie at an angle with her on top. his large hands found her hips immediately, clothed in nothing but the concept of a dress.
arms wrapped around his neck with her face buried in the crook of his neck, maddy rasped out an indignant “i hate you” into the man’s skin.
“...i know…” rafe drawled, matching her tone unintentionally. “...can’t stand you either, for what it’s worth.” maddy’s head lifted enough to let their eyes connect once more, her dark, his clouded. without a word being exchanged, she began to place herself in a state of undress.
maddy found herself discarding pieces of your clothing one by one, eyes glued on the bulging mass that accumulated a tent in his dark jeans. with each item of skimpy clothing maddy discarded, his pupils began to swallow his blue irises whole.
“...shit. you’re everything to me.” his words are barely heard, being swallowed by her skin as he slathers sloppy kisses against her neck. “...even though i don’t have a clue what the hell’s wrong with ya sometimes…”
maddy hooked her thumbs under the band of the last article of clothing: her black thong. the sight was so provocative, so sinful. and yet, neither of them could look away from each other.
she sat there, vulnerable and raw as an open wound. she wasn’t drunk, because the boost of confidence that came with intoxication was absent in this moment. “...you think i’d ever let anyone else see me like this? anyone who isn’t you?” the mask of accusation was meant to disguise the strip of insecurity that lingered beneath it. rafe knew that no response was needed. they’d done this song and dance time and time again.
he pulled maddy in close by her waist, bringing his lips to hers and kissing her deeply.
he shifted his position, fully reclined with the human manifestation of a goddess on top of him, straddling his waist. the moment was too sweet to be true, and maddy shivered tangibly as his hand slowly wrapped around her neck. without another word, he spat on his hand, reaching it down to the place in between her legs and giving her clothed core a few slaps, wasting no time pushing the lacy fabric to the side and welcoming himself into her gummy walls.
her noises were music to his ears. she cursed beautifully and her moans could drive a saint to sin. it felt greedy to even think about jerking off, but a man had his urges, and he just couldn’t help himself.
“...y’know i fuckin’ love it when you put these on. just love it…” he tugged at her panties as his thumb rubbed slow circles against her clit. his words lost their usual smoothness and made way for gravelly roughness. she ground against his fingers with slow, melodic rhythm, taking over that aspect as he undid his belt buckle with one hand, freeing the burning force beneath them.
“i know…” maddy murmured amidst breathy exhales, her hips dictating how his long, calloused fingers grazed her insides. “...and you’re a fucking, idiotic cunt if you think i’d ever put ‘em on for someone i didn’t love with my whole soul.” her unresolved anger burned, and rafe found his hardness growing uncomfortable as he fapped with increasing vigour. in a snap, the thong was torn off and stuffed between her spit slicked, parted lips.
he pumped his fingers in and out of her ample entrance. slowly but surely, she was letting him back in. now the fun could really begin. lips right beside her ear, he taunted maddy with his sardonically sweet words. “...yeah… that feel good? wanna show me how much you care right here in the car?” maddy nodded with a growing franticness, hips grinding against his hand in a desperate attempt to earn more friction from his palm.
rafe’s face lit up with satisfaction, even if only slightly. he took hold of his cock, lazily dragging the tip up and down herr slit just so he could see the way maddy would twitch from the contact. ”scream too fuckin’ loud and i’ll ruin you, you hear?”
from that, maddy let a rough gasp slip from her stuffed lips, defying him without hesitation. she just couldn’t help herself.
he slipped himself into maddy inch-by-inch, grabbing the top of the car seat for leverage as his hips began to slap upward against hers. getting a sadistic thrill out of her muffle screams and yelps, he grabbed her breast, toying roughly with a stiff nipple as his rod tore through her saturated cunt.
the car creaked and shook, its low groans and squeaks surely notifying the entire city of their current activities. he kept a hand around her neck, nearly losing it just from the sight of the filthy expressions etched onto her face. “dirty fuckin’ whore…” he muttered, his other hand rubbing quick familiarily sporadic patterns onto her throbbing center. her fingernails dug into the car seat, your other hand clawing bloodied designs into his shoulder.
he was destroying her guts, and with such passion and intent that maddy didn’t know whether to scream, cry, or beg for more. maddy’s heart hammered in her chest as drool spilled out from the corners of her mouth, soaking the panties in spit.
his grip around maddy grew tighter by the second, his groans hitting maddy right in the neck and making her body buzz. maddy was sensitive to every touch that he laid onto you, your body reacting in unearthly ways. her suppressed whimpers gave him a sense of pure bliss. real, uncontrolled desire.
he muttered dirty words into her ear, his thrusts quickly losing their composure as his warm seed began to leak into you. “...yeah… lettin’ me do whatever i want to you… exactly what my girl wants…” her legs wrapped awkwardly around his waist, though it couldn’t have felt more right. peeling his sealed eyes open, he would’ve laughed at the sight of mascara flowing down her cheeks if heavy pants weren’t tearing through his throat.
she couldn’t speak, but everything else about her told him everything he needed to know. this was his woman, and he could read her like an open book. “...fuckin’ fine as hell… just perfect…” words of affirmation. praise. that’s what got maddy going. and it was a secret sweetness to rafe’s words that no man could ever replicate.
the foggy windows, the ripe scent of sex, hatred, and passion, and the way rafe looked as if he’d been living in hell and just got a taste of salvation as he spilled into her were all enough to strip the thought of any other man completely from maddy’s prism of a mind.
but deep down she had to admit: if this would always be the outcome of her macking with some goon, then the next party could not come fast enough.
guess who's alive and well and ready to write again!!! (hint: it's me) oh my goshhh to say that it's been forever would be a major understatement. there are millions of "reasons" that explain my 6 month long, unannounced hiatus, but i'll sum it all up nicely by saying that i've just gotten out of a dark, stressful time, meaning that i am now overjoyed to be able to write once again!
tragic backstory aside, my feed's been looking a lil different since i last saw it! i'm seeing tons of new micro-fandoms, characters, shows/movies, etc etc. for the obvious reasons, it's safe to say that i've been living under a rock for the past half year, so i want your input for what you'd like me to post/recommendations of things that have come out lately that i should watch! i'm accepting literally anything at all, so go crazy with it!
and regarding characters that i've written for in the past (yes, ik we're all thinking rory n matthew), i am not letting him go! i'll still write for his characters along with others that have brought in my following and this little community that we've grown together.
okay! so now that i've chatted my ass off and eagerly re-emerged myself into my fave place, let me know everything i've missed and who you'd like to see me write for next!
watching the news today was tragic. while charlie kirk is currently dominating headlines, please take a moment to pray for the victim’s families who were hurt after the school shooting that took place in colorado a few hours ago.
i realize that living in canada is a privilege, but hearing what is happening in my neighbouring country hurts my heart everyday.
had to kinda step away from everything to give myself a chance to “heal”. really looking forward to moving out of my parents’ house (my mental health has been in SHAMBLES) and have taken on extra jobs so that i can fulfill that dream!
anywaysss tumblr has slowly crept back up to the top of my priority list! ive got bucket loads of requests to finally get out and look forward to getting to them all as my schedule clears up
thanks for checking up on me, angel! xoxo, olivia 💋
warnings: mdni, smut, fingering (not really), ddlg themes, use of 'daddy'.
word count: 1.5k+ words
a/n: lmk if you guys want it to continue like this?? leave requests or ask for them in my inbox too!
it's dark outside, the only light being from the lightning that struck occasionally and seeped through the cracks in the curtain. you toss and turn in your bed, feeling sleep drift further and further away from you. it was pouring out, you should've fallen asleep easily—you usually did.
but that wasn't the case tonight.
you huffed, slipping out of your bed and making you way towards the door. your bare feet lightly padded along the marble, making their way to rafe's bedroom. you stood in the doorway, his door always left open, just in case—just for you.
he was sitting back against his headboard, laptop on his thighs. his eyebrows furrowed as he read something on the screen, fingers moving quickly to respond. he was so engrossed in his work he didn't notice your presence yet.
"daddy?" you croak, grabbing his attention.
he looks up at you, eyes scanning over you. you were wearing one of big shirts you loved that seemed to swallow you whole, stopping mid thigh. his heart swelled at the sight of you.
"puddin', what're you doin' up?"
"i can't sleep" you frown, hand on the door handle. lightning strikes outside, making you jump slightly. the rain violently patters against the balcony doors, accompany the chaos of the thunder and lightning.
rafe closes his laptop gently and sets it on the nightstand beside him, his expression softening.
"come here" he says, patting his lap.
he watches you pad over, climbing into his bed. his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back against his bare chest. your shirt hikes up as you bend your knees, letting them press against his.
he watches you settle your small body between his thighs, arms tightening around your waist. his thumb slips under your shirt, rubbing circles onto your belly soothingly.
"comfortable?" he questions.
"yeah" you mutter.
it was true. somehow, someway you felt much more relaxed when he was close to you. all the tension and frustration seemed to fade away now that you were within his bubble.
he tv grabs the remote off the nightstand, flipping through the channels to find something to keep you visually stimulated. he watches your response to each channel, stopping when your eyes light up at one movie in particular.
you guys lay like that for a while, rafe's fingers caressing your body gently and you fully engrossed in the movie that plays on the large screen across the room.
rafe wasn't quite paying attention to the movie, attention solely on you. so much so that he hadn't taken into consideration what movie was playing, what scenes were coming.
your eyes are glued to the screen, watching an intimate scene begin to unfold in front of your eyes. his thumb on your stomach stutters, eyes flicking over to the screen to see. you press your thighs together, unknowingly trying to ease the need building.
"you like this part, puddin'?" his voice comes out hoarse.
"yeah, it's..." you trail off, unsure of exactly how you were feeling. your stomach started to feel tingly, as if it were filling with rabid butterflies.
he notices your squirming, the way your body reacts without fully even understanding why. a knowing look crosses over his face, realizing the effect the intimate scene was having on you. he leans down, lips brushing against your ear.
"you uncomfortable, puddin'?
"i don't know, i feel tingly" you answer, it coming out as a whine.
rafe's breath catches at your innocent words, so provocative even when you didn't mean to me. he presses closer against you, hand trailing a little lower on your stomach. his thumb slid along the waistband of your panties.
the foreign feeling builds as you watch the man mount the woman, kissing her differently than you and rafe kissed. rafe didn't really kiss you, not like that. he would leave small kisses on your neck, your cheek, your forehead. once in a blue moon he would press one to your lips, but never like that.
something shifts. the man presses against her in a certain way and suddenly the woman is crying out, gripping onto him. your brows furrow, trying to wrap your head around whatever was occurring.
"that feeling, baby? that's what happens when you watch grown up scenes" he explains. "it's called arousal"
"how do i get it to go away, daddy?" you ask, looking up at him. desperation filled your eyes. thunder struck outside, almost like it warning him.
his jaw clenches as he considers how to handle your delicate situation. he knows what should be done, what he wants to be done. he knows exactly what you need but giving it to you himself would be crossing a line, a line he had worked so hard to condition you to follow.
"puddin'... sometimes when girls feel like this, they touch themselves" his voice comes out thick.
"touch themselves?" you question.
he inhales sharply, the combination of your innocent curiosity and the storm swirling outside making his heart race. his morals, what little he had left, were beginning to crumble. he meets your hopeful gaze, his resolve fragmenting.
his hand slides down, nuzzling between your thighs. he slides two fingers along your clothed cunt, pressing them down just enough to let you feel.
"right here"
your breath hitches, the feeling temporarily eased as his fingers press against you. the only real barrier between you two was your panties, that's what rafe told himself made this okay. he wasn't touching you, not really.
he applies gentle pressure, exhibiting just how you should touch yourself. he lets you adjust to that for a moment before he starts to draw small, tantalizing circles onto your bundle of nerves. your eyes flutter at the newfound sensation.
the storm outside rages, mirroring the intense moment that was unfolding between you two. rafe kept telling himself he was just helping his girl, that this wasn't wrong. this was just a one time thing, he was only teaching you.
"just keep going like this, it might make the feeling go away" he mumbled.
he groans as he hears the soft whines that fall from your lips. his eyes watch you intently, loving the response his touch elicits from you. his own body starts to ache with a need he desperately tries to ignore, promising himself he wouldn't act upon it.
"that's it, puddin'. just like that" he coos in your ear, continuing his movements. "doin' so well for daddy"
you whine at his praise, breath picking up in response. he makes a mental note of this, of what you like. your eyes find the screen again, the woman making similar noises to you. just like you were.
his eyes follow your gaze, knowing you're connecting the dots slowly but surely. his voice grows softer, trying to keep his own need in check.
"hear how she's makin' those noises? that's because she feels good down there'" he explains. "you feel good too, don't you puddin'?"
"yes, daddy" you moan, involuntarily spreading your thighs farther apart for him.
your panties were ruined, soaked beyond repair. his eyes widen at the sight, locking onto the wet spot that could no longer be describes as just a spot. your arousal was seeping through the fabric, sticking to your folds.
rafe has the urge to relieve you of the fabric, to pull them off and allow you to feel him fully. he swallows hard, pressing down harder as he circles your clit.
"good girl, puddin'" he praises.
"daddy, i feel weird" you whine, thighs attempting to press together desperately.
he identifies the signs, knowing you're trying to make sense of it all. he doesn't give you much of a chance to though, keeping your thighs apart as he continues his gentle assault on your mound.
he swallows, mind racing as your orgasm builds. he almost feels bad, watching you try to alleviate the growing feeling between your legs—almost. but then again, he didn't. because he knew you would feel good soon, that he would make you feel good.
"sit still, puddin'" he orders.
he's never seen you like this. so desperate for something you didn't even understand. begging for it so innocently. it was amazing, truly—the effect he had on you.
"daddy, stop" you whine, trying to push his hand away as it all starts to be too much for you to take.
your cunt clenched around nothing, desperate for relief. a prime contradiction to your words. not that rafe would listen to those anyway, he knew you better.
"it's alright, puddin'. just let it happen, let daddy take care of you" he nods, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he continued. you squirm beneath him but he keeps you in place, keeps his finger going.
you cried out his name one last time before he felt it. your body shudders against him, release soiling your panties further. those sweet moans and whines from before now had turned into something else.
"there you go" he whispers, slowing his movements on you. "all better?"
you nod in response, eyes refocusing onto the television as you come down from your high. you watch the woman have a similar reaction to yours, watching her curiously.
he notices your gaze fixate on the screen again, seeing the woman's actions mirror yours. he knows you're trying to grasp the concept, struggling to wrap your pure mind around it.
"puddin'?" he calls softly.
"you made me feel like her" you say, making the connection.
"i did" he nods, his thumb brushing over your cheek. "that's called an orgasm. feels good, doesn't it?"
you nod in response, smiling up at him lovingly.
"thank you daddy" you smile.
"of course, puddin'" he smiles, pressing another kiss to your forehead.
🍓 summary .ᐟ how rafe knew he wanted to propose to you.
🍓 warnings / tags .ᐟ none! fluff
🍓 author's note .ᐟ this is a part of my farmer’s wife au! just from when they were just dating.
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you and rafe didn't get much private time, and when you did, your father always told you to keep your bedroom door open; so it didn't give you much time to cozy up to one another, but after having dated for one year, your parents finally agreed to letting you go away with him for the weekend.
"we're almost there." rafe said, your hand intertwined with his, his calloused thumb stroking your soft skin. he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, and a few minutes later, the two of you stopped in front of a bed and breakfast.
"this place looks adorable!" you squealed, scurrying to get out of your seatbelt and out of the car, and the moment you got out of the car, you were prepared to throw yourself at rafe.
the building in front of you was a two-floored brown-painted victorian house, a friendly couple stood in front of the door with a small smile, "you're right on time!" the woman called out. rafe got out of the car, a similar smile on his face. he walked up to you, intertwining your fingers as you walked to the door. "welcome, mr. and mrs. cameron."
rafe was about to speak up, only for you to interrupt him, "thank you." you smiled, intertwining your fingers with rafe's, causing his eyes to widen. he could tell by the movements of your lips that the words "could you show us to our room?" left your lips, but the buzzing in his ears was so loud and the smile on his face so wide that he couldn't hear you, not until you were a few steps ahead of him, smiling at him, "are you coming, honey?"
the interaction still stayed on his mind the next day as the two of you were sitting next to one another on the diner booth, rafe tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. your attention was on the menu you were holding, but your boyfriend's attention was on you, watching every gesture you made, every twitch of your nose and every blink of your eyes.
"okay, i made my choice." you smiled, turning to rafe, "i think i'm gonna get some blueberry pancakes. of course, soaked in maple syrup. what about you? let me guess. bacon?"
rafe let out a soft huff of a laughter, nodding his head. he put his hand on your waist, tugging you closer to his side. "and eggs. you know me so well." the man nuzzled his head into the side of your neck, making you roll your eyes.
"of course i do." you pushed his head away jokingly. the waitress walked to your table, a smile on her face and a notepad in her hand, "so, y'all decided yet?"
"yes!" you exclaimed, putting down the menu and looking up at her with a smile, "i'll have some blueberry pancakes, and my husband will have eggs and bacon. oh, and two cups of coffee."
as you were finishing up the order, you missed the ridiculously wide grin on rafe's lips, his heart beating against his chest as he looked at you, the adorable smile on your lips and the way your eyes glistened under the diner lights. as the waitress walked away, you turned to look at rafe, your brows furrowing as you let out an adorable chuckle, "what?"
"nothing." rafe shook his head, intertwining your fingers with his and bringing them to his lips, pressing a kiss on the back of your hand, his stubble tickling your skin.
that day, he knew he'd have to start looking at engagement rings.
