Breathe 101

Just doing stuff.

[julesjuliiet]

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[moonsgemini]

cherry wine - firefighter!rafe

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summary: who knew career day would involve a hot sexy mustached firefighter wanting to take you on a date.

warnings: teacher!reader x firefighter!rafe, mutual pining, fluff, a little self doubt, lots of flirting, sexual innuendos, talk of sex but no smut

an: that pic is how I picture firefighter!rafe, I don’t think I need to elaborate any more. title will make more sense in the second part, hope you all enjoy!! & yes this will be a part 2 of the date hehehe. I did not proof read this so my bad

masterlist - part two

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This day could not end sooner. I had been the most chaotic day trying to consistently wrangle a bunch of nine year olds. It was the third grade’s career day at the school you taught at.

The day has been filled with moving from station to station and learning about new careers. Some were a little more interesting than others. It was hard to get the kids to leave the lizard wrangler but they didn’t care much for the optometrist.

Some of the lovely volunteers were kind enough to provide treats for the kids which only made their energy sky rocket. It was your first year teaching and even though you felt confident in your abilities to handle the kids you still tripped up a bit. A kid scraped his knee running from the hair stylist to the park ranger. You were a bit busy untangling a brush out another students hair to tell him not to run. It had been a lot.

Now it was nearing closer to the bell ringing and your weekend starting. You were definitely going to need a drink after today. Career day led up to the fire department coming and showing the kids every tool, button, and switch on their trucks. It would give you and your fellow teachers some time to relax as they all sat around the parking lot waiting for them to arrive.

“You survive today?” Martha asked as she stood next to you. The two of you started at this school together, both being first time teachers. That alone strengthened the immediate bond you had with the curly haired woman.

You let out a tired laugh, “Barely, you?”

She nodded, “Barely.”

You looked around briefly to make sure students weren’t listening to you two, “Winnie’s tonight?”

She grinned happily, “Thought you’d never ask. I could use a drink or ten.”

“Agreed.” You nodded.

That’s when you all spotted the two trucks approaching. The kids started to cheer and scream as they honked.

Martha leaned in to murmur, “At least we get to end the day with hot men with mustaches.”

That’s when it hit you. You hadn’t even thought about that all day. Now your hair was a mess and your light makeup all practically gone.

“I didn’t even think about that. I look like a mess,” You muttered.

“Oh please you look good. Even after wrangling twenty five children all day.”

You nudged her with a grin. The trucks parked in front of the students and the firefighters began filing out. The principal stood in front introducing them and what they were going to do.

Martha was right. Hot fireman indeed. There were six guys and they all began introducing themselves. You tried your hardest to pay attention to each one and watch your kids, but it was hard when one particular firefighter stood out.

He looked younger than the rest with his bleached hair and untrimmed mustache. His biceps bulged in his navy tee shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked so big and broad you wanted to melt. His eyes scanned the crowd as the guy next to him began introducing himself. That’s when his eyes passed you and did a double take. At least that’s what you hoped that was. He made eye contact with you and a small smirk began forming on his lips. Not looking away as your face began to heat up from his stare.

You looked away briefly as your nerves bubbled. When you looked back he was still looking at you and that smirk had gotten wider. Even when it was his turn to introduce himself he didn’t look away.

“Hi everyone I’m Rafe, I’ve been a firefighter for three years now. I also help train the new fire dogs to be able to help us out when we need them,” He finished giving the crowd a big smile. He finally looked away from you as he rubbed his mustache.

-

The presentation was supposed to be and hour but it somehow felt like five minutes. Probably because you couldn’t look away from someone in particular. He was just so handsome. The way his back muscles tightened and arms bulged as he picked things up had you feeling butterflies in places you didn’t know were possible.

This was not like you to get so dumbstruck by a man. You should know better that attractive fireman should not be trusted. But damn was he good to look at.

Rafe was grateful that he had decided to sign up to volunteer for career day at the schools. He liked seeing how excited kids got at their job so he was doing it solely for that. He didn’t expect to lay eyes on the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. At first he thought the teachers were all going to be his mom’s age older, but nope. He had been very wrong.

As him and the guys went through their presentation he couldn’t help but glance over at her any chance he got.

Even the mom’s who arrived early to get a glimpse of them weren’t enough to distract him. Even after first setting his eyes on her he knew he was going to do everything in his power to talk to her.

-

The firefighters stayed until all the kids had been picked up so they didn’t get stuck in the after school traffic. Rafe was thankful they didn’t get a call either or else he would have missed his chance. He looked over to where you were waving goodbye to your last student of the day and saw his open window.

He pat Javier on the back leaving him to wind up the hose himself, “Be right back.”

He stood up with a furrowed brow, “Of course Cameron.” He muttered as he said the blonde stride over to the pretty teacher.

You were texting Martha as you began walking to your class to see if she was already at Winnies. She had gotten out earlier as all her students were picked up already. You didn’t notice the broad man that approached you.

“Hi, can I walk you back to your class?” You looked up slightly startled.

Were you hallucinating because of the heat? Why was this big tall handsome stranger talking to you? You looked around to see if he was talking to someone else.

“Me?” You pointed at yourself with a questioning look.

His smirk widened, “Yeah, it’s really dangerous out here to be walking alone.” He teased.

You laughed, “Right um yeah sure.”

“Lead the way,” He said as he put his hands in his pockets.

“Your guys presentation was really good, the kids loved it. I already know they’re not going to shut up about it next week,” You laughed brushing hair behind your ear. You felt like a teenager again with a crush.

He smiled, “Thanks. Hopefully inspired some future firefighters. I’ve been doing it for a couple years now, is this your first year teaching?”

You were surprised he even thought about that, “Yeah actually it is.”

“I knew I’d remember that face if I’d seen you before,” Rafe wasn’t one to hold back with his flirting. When he knew what he wanted he would do anything in his power to get it. His career choice definitely helps him out a bit.

You coughed a surprised laugh, “Oh I- uh this is me,” you stuttered out as you got to your classroom. You weren’t used to men being so forward. They usually danced around compliments like they wanted you to work for it before earning one.

He opened the door for you, “I’m Rafe by the way,” He held his big hand out for you to shake. He took your much smaller hand in his as you told him your name. The heat of having his attention never leaving your cheeks.

“Are you doing anything tonight? I’d love to see you outside of work,” He leaned against the door casually. As he folded his arms over his chest they looked even bigger. You’re surprised there’s no drool dripping down your chin.

“No uh well yes I am, I’m meeting my friend Martha. She was standing next to me during the assembly. We’re going to Winnie’s if you’d like to join. Or not it’s fine if you don’t and you changed your mind or something,” You cleared your throat as you finished rambling.

That smirk turning into a wide grin, “I’ll see you there. Maybe I’ll bring one of the guys with me.”

She nodded with a smile, “That’d be great, I’m sure Martha would appreciate that.”

“I’ll see you then,” He winked subtly and walked back out. That smug grin still on his face.

-

“You are the bestest friend I’ve ever had!” Martha exclaimed as you finished telling her about your conversation with the hot firefighter.

You laughed, “I didn’t even do anything, god he’s so hot I hope I don’t embarrass myself.” You looked back at the entrance to the bar to see if he was here yet.

“You won’t. He probably loves the whole cute young elementary teacher thing,” Marth said as she took a sip of her cocktail.

“I don’t wanna be that though. I want to be a hot sexy woman,” You sighed dramatically.

When you got to winnies you spent about 10 minutes in your car fixing your smudged makeup and messy hair. You really wished career day didn’t put you through the ringer. You even changed into a random top that was in the backseat because the tee shirt you were wearing wasn’t doing you justice.

It had been almost an hour and they still hadn’t shown up. You had begun to feel disappointed that maybe he was just all talk. Maybe he did that to every new teacher at the schools he went to. But to save yourself the self pity you thought maybe he got a call and had to work. That was the most reasonable explanation. At least that’s what you told yourself.

“They probably got busy. Saving lives or something,” Martha waved off as she finished her second drink. You were also currently on your second and your feet were feeling fuzzy so you were cutting yourself off. You’d probably end up going home after the buzz wore off.

You tried not to show how disappointment flowed through you, “Yeah probably. Guess it was too go-“ you cut yourself off as you saw the door open and a head of bleach blonde hair came through. Your eyes widened and look away quickly.

“Ohmygod he’s here,” you mumbled to Martha. He hasn’t seen you yet.

She smiled, “Is the friend hot?”

You looked over and that’s when you met his eye. Rafe was already looking at you. He smirked and began walking over with a guy to a similar build as him walked behind him.

“Yes and they’re coming,” You said quickly as you cleared your throat.

“Hello ladies,” Rafe smirked as he approached.

You smiled softly, “Hey,”

Rafe thought you were pretty before but now in this setting you looked unreal. He was so glad he signed up for career day.

“This is Josh,” He nodded towards the brunette next to him.

You smiled politely at him, “Hi Josh. I’m y/n and this is Martha,” You looked over at her, “Martha, Rafe.”

They greeted each other as the guys sat down. Having Rafe so close to you was making you a bit dizzy. The alcohol wasn’t helping that either.

“What are you drinking?” Rafe asked you nodding towards your drink.

“Oh I was having gin and pineapple juice but I think I’m done for the night,” You admitted sheepishly.

He smiled teasingly, “Well wish I could have made it earlier to actually have that drink with you.”

You thought about it for a minute, “I guess I could have one more with you. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

“You sure about that? You’re okay with just straight tequila shots?”

Your eyes widened muttering, “Geez maybe you will be drinking alone.”

He laughed, “In that case I guess we’ll just have a beer?” He said more as a question wanting to make sure that was okay with you.

You pretended to think for a minute humming, “Hmmm fine with me. Except no IPA’s,” you said making a face

“Yes ma’am,” He nodded getting up from the high table.

Across from you Josh was getting Martha’s drink order and you could already tell he liked her. The way he leaned in as if he couldn’t hear her despite the bar not being loud yet. You looked over at the bar where Rafe stood waiting for a bartender. He looked so good leaning over the bar. The muscles of his back flexing under the navy shirt. You couldn’t be more grateful for career day.

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Rafe was oh so screwed. He was liking this third grade teacher a little too much. He had never felt so attracted to someone. Not just physically. He loved how animated you were when you talked, always using your hands. The passion in your eyes when you spoke about your class was admirable.

It was a done deal that you weren’t going to just be a hook up. No way would Rafe think about letting you out of his grasp. You were so soft and sweet, he can already imagine just how sweet you taste.

He knew it wasn’t one sided either. He saw the way you watched him as he told childhood stories and how he became a firefighter. You didn’t look at him like some hero the way most women did but you looked at him like you were proud of him. It made this weird feeling in his chest bloom. But he loved that look in your eye.

Whatever dance you two had been playing the last hour was starting to wear him thin. He wanted to touch you. Not even in a sexual way but he wanted to tuck that piece of hair behind your ear or give your thigh a reassuring squeeze every time you thought you were rambling. Rafe wanted to hear you go on and on about everything.

Throughout the night your chairs had slowly started to scoot closer to each other. Then your arms started brushing each other. Even the small contact set his skin on fire. The need in his bones growing.

You would dare to move a muscle once your skin touched he was so warm and as you looked over his bicep was just beghing to be bitten. The alcohol was helping your brain wander to that place you only visited at night alone in your bed.

As was telling a story about his vacation in Italy your eyes couldn’t help but wander back over to those biceps that had you drooling when you first saw him. He had his arms crossed over the table. Muscles flexing as he picked up his beer bottle and took a sip. The way his neck moved as he swallowed had you clenching your thighs. You wondered what his skin would taste like. You also wanted to know what it’d feel like to be wrapped in those biceps as he held you up while pou-

“You good?” Rafe asked lowering his head to your gaze. A teasing smirk on his lips.

Your doe eyes looked up at him, “Uh huh.” Way to play it cool.

He chuckled, “What were you thinking about?” You hadn’t noticed that Martha and Josh had gotten up and walked over to the dart board across the bar. Now leaving the two of you alone. The bar had gotten more crowded now and

You shook your head fighting the heat creeping up your spine, “Nothing really.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in closer, “I bet we were thinking about the same thing.”

You swallowed hard trying to use as much of that liquid courage as possible, “Then tell me what you’re thinking and I’ll let you know if you’re right.”

He liked that playful look in your eye, “Well I was thinking about soft your thighs would feel on my cheeks.”

Your eyes widened. Maybe you really weren’t expecting him to be honest. But that truth had you fidget in your seat as that warm feeling in your stomach blossomed.

“I guess we were then,” You hum.

“Mhmm,” He leaned in to whisper in your ear, “And what should we do about that sweetheart?”

“I-I” And just like that you had lost your cool. This insanely attractive, funny, smart guy wanted to get into your pants. Hot guys with all those personality traits come once in a blue moon and you were fumbling.

He laughed raising a hand to your shoulder brushing your hair back. His fingertips grazing your exposed collarbone. The light touch making goosebumps rise on your skin. You wanted to lean into his touch but before you could he pulled away, “Let me take you out. Just you and me.”

“Really?” You were a bit dumbfounded. It’s not like you thought he was going to be a bad guy but a part of you had prepared for a one time hook up kind of guy. Which you didn’t mind at first because well it had been almost a year since anyone has met your needs. You weren’t going to turn down sex with a hot firefighter so you’re definitely not turning down a date with one. But you couldn’t help but be curious as to why.

He nodded, “Of course. You’re beautiful, sweet, funny, smart, passionate. I really could go on but I’ll save that for our date.”

You huffed out an amused laugh, “Okay yeah I’d love to go on a date. Assuming this doesn’t count?”

He shook his head with a frown, “I’d never do this for a first date, especially not for someone like you. I’ll treat you right y/n don’t you worry.”

That heat was back again, “You say this to all the women you meet at on career day?”

He smirked, “Just the ones I can’t stop thinking about. Which has only happened with you.”

His reassurances ignited something in you. The feeling of being wanted was something you hadn’t felt in a while and you really liked it. You really liked who was making you feel wanted.

“So how would you treat me Rafe?”

God. He loved the sound of his name coming out of your mouth. He wanted to hear you say it in so many scenarios. Specifically ones where you’re naked.

His knee bumped hers under the table, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at six and show you exactly what I’d do.”

[moonsgemini]

lavender haze - rafe cameron

summary: Rafe worked hard to get his life on track after years of self destruction. Now life was mundane and he liked it that way. Until he changes his routine and someone winds up in your doorway with a holiday sweater on. His bright optimistic neighbor may be what he’s always needed to feel whole again.

warning: SMUT, neighbor!reader x rafe, grumpy x sunshine kinda, strangers to friends to lovers, mutual pining, cursing, alcohol, mentions of drugs/drug abuse, dirty talk, pinv, oral (fem rec), cream pie (sorry), fingering (sorry again)

an: hi! clearing out my drafts. I started this in 2023 LOL but now I finished it. I kinda feel like I rushed the ending so sorry if it feels that way. I was indeed hanging out with penjamin while writing this. THIS IS LONG !!

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Friday again.

The start of what would have been another weekend of fancy dinners, boring conversations, and drunk millionaires subtly trying to brag about all their new investments.

Usually on Friday’s after his end of the week meeting he’d go to the gentleman’s club and smoke a cigar. He’d use the time to reply to the few people from back home he still kept in contact with.

Then he’d go to dinner with associates or potential business partners if he needed to but he tended to avoid them as much as possible. It’d be at some five star restaurants where the portions would leave Rafe still hungry and that empty feeling in his chest would get bigger. After dinner he’d go to a bar and have a scotch if he still felt restless, catch up with his favorite bartender Lenny.

Then he’d go home to his cold quiet apartment. The living room and kitchen illuminated by the floor to ceiling windows. His minimalistic style making the room feel lonelier. He’d sigh loosen his tie and down a glass of water. He’d shower and maybe watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia then go to bed. It was the usual routine of the weekend, he never strayed too far from it.

For a guy who had every thing and could get anything he wanted he felt so empty.

After Rafe turned his life and career around he slowed down. No more drugs, blacking out, and late night partying. Just cigars, one glass of scotch or champagne, and his focus on his company. He decided drowning himself in work was a lot better than drowning in booze and drugs. He also wanted to make his sister’s happy, he didn’t want them to worry about him anymore. It wasn’t their job to look after their big brother. He was supposed to look after them.

It took them showing up at his doorstep and dragging him to a family intervention to realize that. He’d never forget the look on their faces when he opened the door to them. He was already drunk wiping dust off his nose and sporting a swollen black eye, it was only eight in the morning.

Rafe would go radio silent for days not telling anyone anything. He’d be partying somewhere in some part of the world ignoring calls from his family and real friends. Then his dad passed and he got worse. His path of self destruction led to Sarah or Wheezie bailing him out of jail more than a couple times. Or they’d get a call from some hospital that Rafe was there after being beaten to a bloody pulp.

They couldn’t take it anymore so they forced him to go to either get clean on his own and get his shit together or he goes to rehab. They couldn’t watch him continue down the path he was on.

At first Rafe was angry. How could they think he couldn’t take care of himself. After he sobered up at Sarah’s house everything hit him. This was why he did the drugs and partied, He didn’t want to think about everything he had done or how he had treated people. He listened to them and got clean on his own. Started seeing a therapist who recommended he go to narcotics anonymous.

He did a lot of reflecting and since then has tried to repair the damage he did. He hardened and built walls around himself and kept his life simple.

Rafe got the company back on track and moved headquarters to New York. He moved into a nice building. Cut off his toxic so called friends. He realized they were never his friends to begin with. They just used him for his money and access to drugs. Women just hung around him for the same reasons. He was always having meaningless hookups that he thought were helping him fill that void in his chest. Nothing ever did though.

He started taking care of himself by eating better and working out. Anything to keep him away from his old vices, and it works. He liked seeing his sisters not stressed out about him and Rafe liked being invited to family Christmas.

It’s been a little over two years now since the intervention and a year since he had moved. Now his life had a routine, but it was starting to feel mundane. Rafe knew it was for the better but he craved something. He didn’t crave his old lifestyle whatsoever but he did want more. Something to come home to.

-

In an effort to make life interesting this Friday on his way home Rafe decided it wouldn’t be like every weekend. He went to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for a grilled cheese with tomato soup. It was raining out and putting on sweatpants and eating his comfort food while watching his favorite movie sounded a lot better than the gentleman’s club. This was his new way of spicing up his life now. Grilled cheeses instead of weekend benders in Miami on coke.

His therapist did tell him it was important to take time to enjoy the simple things.

After stopping at the grocery store he arrived at his apartment building. Even though he’d lived here for a year now it still didn’t really feel like home.

As he walked into the lobby he greeted Peter, the security guard and Shauna the building receptionist. He then noticed you waiting at the elevators. Reusable grocery bags in your hands, your nails painted a deep wine red color. You lightly rocked back and forth on your feet and shrugging your shoulder to keep your purse from slipping.

You turned to him as you felt someone stand beside you. You smiled at him, “Going up?”

He nodded and cleared his throat adjusting his hold on the paper grocery bag in his hands. Rafe really didn’t feel like making small talk. Especially not when your soft kind voice made him feel like his tie was a little too tight.

You laughed lightly, “look at us,” you lifted the bags in your hands to show him, “not getting takeout and cooking tonight, what are you making?”

wow she really talks a lot. Rafe thought. He wasn’t too interested in getting to know his neighbors, especially not the ones that had bright eyes and a perfect smile. His routine would get too messed up. Before he could answer the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Saved by the bell.

The both of you stepped in and you pressed the button for the twenty seventh floor, “What floor?” you asked turning to him.

“Same one,” He gave you a small tight lipped smile.

You smiled at him before asking him again, “So what are you making?”

Guess he couldn’t escape the small talk, “Tomato soup and grilled cheese.”

“Oh that’s like the best food in the world, I’m making a salmon bowl. And some cinnamon rolls too.”

Rafe nodded his head. For some reason he felt nervous and almost irritated with you. Because he couldn’t focus on anything but your soft hair and pretty glossy lips. He didn’t like how his heart picked up pace and his palms began to sweat. You must have taken his silent responses as a hint he didn’t want to talk because you didn’t say anything else.

The doors opened on their floor and Rafe let you step out first. His eye almost twitched as you turned in the same direction his apartment was. Rafe’s brows furrowed as you kept walking towards his apartment.

Were you going the wrong way? Were you doing this on purpose to torture him?

He’s a gentleman. At least he’s trying to be one so he tried not to look at the way your skirt fit your hips but he couldn’t help it. He really felt like a creep. He took a deep breath and held his groceries a little tighter.

If a stranger would have seen the two of them they’d think they were a couple. Until you passed his door to unlock the door a few feet down. So this was his neighbor. The one whose music he always heard playing loudly as he walked to his apartment after his morning run on Sundays. He knew he had gotten a new neighbor a while ago but he never bothered to meet them.

As you opened your door you stepped halfway in and turned to him as he opened his door, “It was nice to meet you,” you looked at him expectantly with this smile that made his eye want to twitch. Why did you have to look so sweet?

“Rafe,” He gave a quick smile, “Nice to meet you.” Before he closed the door to his apartment before you could respond. Just because you slightly bothered him with your cheery tone and contagious smile didn’t mean he was going to be a complete asshole. Although now that he thinks about it he didn’t get your name.

He was also kind of annoyed because he got this weird fuzzy feeling in his chest when you looked at him. Rafe had never really felt that before. His palms still felt slightly damp. He hadn’t felt attracted to a woman in so long he forgot what it felt like. But this felt like more than just a physical attraction.

Rafe has been too focused on himself and work to even think about the possibility of him dating. He thinks the last thing he wants to do is date someone because it came with complications. He didn’t want to open up to anyone. That meant there’d be someone else to disappoint if he fucks up again.

-

You groaned once your door was fully closed. Did you just make a fool of yourself by going on about your boring Friday night plans to your hot neighbor? He was doing the same thing so that did make you feel a little better.

You finally got to meet your neighbor, your hot neighbor. If you had known that a man that looked like that had been living across from you the last three months you would have brought over a plate of cookies on day one. He was quiet and you liked that, but you’re sure he didn’t like your incessant need to fill the silence with conversation. It was something you tended to do a lot.

As you set your bags on the counter and turned the lights on your roommate jumped onto the counter. You smiled at the sight of Juno your fluffy grey cat.

“Hi juno. I missed you sweet girl,” You smiled as you pet her and kissed her head.

“You think I blew it with hot neighbor man?” You asked the cat with a sigh.

She meowed at you and purred as you scratched under her chin, “I think so too,” You sighed, “But I don’t need to be thinking about men right now anyways.”

As you began preparing dinner you couldn’t help but replay the interaction in your head. The music coming from the tv not helping in distracting you. You shouldn’t even be worrying about it because it’s not like anything is going to happen. He seemed a little too broody now that you think about it. But maybe he just had a bad day.

One of your bad habits was always trying to see the good in people. It’s left your heart broken a too many times now and it’s why you should be protecting your heart instead of day dreaming of a man you just met. It was hard to do that when you’re such a hopeless romantic.

It was hard not to think about him when he looked the way he did. He was prince charming handsome. You’ve been living in the building for three months and this is the first time you’ve seen him, you’re sure you won’t see him again for a long time.

-

Rafe laughed at a scene from It’s always sunny in Philadelphia as he dipped his grilled cheese into his tomato soup. The warm kitchen light and city skyline keeping his apartment dimly lit. It felt less empty with less lighting illuminating the plain walls.

His mind couldn’t help but wander off to his neighbor across the hall. How had he not run into you by now, it’s not like he was always gone, he actually spent a lot of time at home. They must have different schedules. Then he started wondering what you do, where you worked, what your day to day looked like. He felt like a creep again for thinking about you so much.

It had been a while since he liked a woman like that. Or even looked at a woman in any sort of way other than platonic. He hadn’t hooked up with anyone in over a year now because he felt like he was too old for hooks up and he didn’t want to deal with the consequences of the morning after. He hadn’t had a crush since high school.

A crush, he felt pathetic for even spending a moment on the fleeting feeling. He didn’t have time for that stuff crushes were for teenage boys not grown men with bills to pay.

-

Saturday’s were your favorite because you get to sleep in and enjoy a slow morning with your coffee at home. Then you’d spend your morning making breakfast before taking a trip to the flea market or the park to journal.

Except today you had woken up at five in the morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. After tossing and turning for an hour you decided to get up and just start your day. Already thinking about the nap you’d take later before dinner.

As you waited for the espresso to finish you looked out through the tall windows and saw the sun beginning to peak between the other buildings. You loved your new apartment and you were constantly finding new things to fall in love with.

After you got promoted about a year ago you worked even harder and to get yourself your dream place. The tall windows and dark floors were something out of your dreams. You had added so much of your own personal style to the space leaving no inch untouched. You were a bit of a maximalist but in a good way. It made the space feel cozy and like a home.

As you made your coffee just right you decided it would be the perfect day to enjoy it on the roof as you watched the sunrise. Might as well take advantage of all the amenities you paid for.

Putting on your outdoor slippers and an old college sweatshirt you made your way out not before promising Juno you’d be back in a little to feed her. When you turned around after locking your door you see Rafe walking down the hall towards you. He was dressed in a grey fitted work out shirt and gym shorts. His cheeks a little pink and he had his headphones in.

You smiled softly at him wanting to be a polite neighbor. Yeah that’s it, you thought. I’m just being neighborly.

“Morning,” You said as you walked towards him, your smile widening.

He gave a tight lipped smile as he passed you, “Mornin.”

Your cheeks felt hot as you saw him up close. His chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. You guessed he had gone on a run. His muscles taut against the tight shirt. He looked incredibly delicious. Rafe also smelled extremely intoxicating, even after working out you could smell his manly musk of sandalwood and cedar.

You really needed to get out more so you didn’t ogle every attractive man you met. For some reason his disinterest in socializing made you all the more curious about him.

In your experience usually guys who look like him would take any opportunity to charm a woman. Maybe you were undesirable to him. The thought made you tug hold your mug a little tighter. As if the hot ceramic could burn away the insecurities you tried to avoid.

As you made it into the elevator you shook your head softly ridding yourself of the negative thoughts as you pressed the button for the roof. You weren’t going to let yourself go down a hole of self doubt, not when you’ve worked so hard to be out of it.

As the doors began closing you looked up to find him already looking at you. He quickly looked away as if he’d been caught and pushed his door open.

-

It was Sunday morning now and the music that was coming from next door was driving him crazy. He never usually minded but he had some work to do, and it was hard to focus with smashing pumpkins being played at max volume. Rafe is sure no other neighbors have complained because you were at the end of the hall so you only shared walls with him.

He huffed as he got up from the couch. He didn’t want to be that guy and complain about noise at ten in the morning but after his encounters with you he’s sure you’ll be just as nice as you always are. A little too nice in his opinion.

The only thing holding him back was your interaction from the day before. The image of you in your slippers and big sweatshirt was one he couldn’t get out of his mind. You looked so domestic with your stripped mug and warm tired smile. He felt like he had gone on another six mile run with the way you smiled at him.

After he went into his apartment he had to take a cold shower to stop himself from imagining you looking like that in his apartment. He wanted to not think about how you probably take your coffee really sweet.

Rafe groaned and pushed that image of you to the back of his mind. He needed to focus and he needed you to turn down the music.

He knocked on the door a little forcefully so you could hear him over the music. Rafe knew you heard him once the music lowered. A few seconds later the door opened revealing his too sweet neighbor and of course she was wearing small black sleep shorts that had a little white bow on them along with the matching top. That matching top a little too short and exposing a sliver of your midriff.

“Hi Rafe,” You smiled leaning against the door. Your eyes bright with excitement.

“Hey uh do you mind keeping it down a bit,” He rubbed the back of his neck stiffly like he was asking the most insane request, “I’m trying to work and it’s uh a bit distracting.”

Your eyes widened and your face flushed with embarrassment, “Oh yeah of course I’m so sorry,” you let out a breathy laugh, “I’m sorry if that’s been bothering you for a while. I know I play my music kind of loud sometimes.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him now. Had he just never said anything to be polite? You felt guilty, who knows how many other neighbors you’ve bothered.

“It never does usually,” He shrugged trying to reassure you. Maybe he wasn’t as broody as your first suspected.

That made you feel a little better, “I-I can give you my number that way you can just text me and you don’t have to come all the way over here,” You said a bit hopeful. You at least wanted to be friendly with the guy, he did live next door.

He shrugged, “Uh sure.” He cleared his throat as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

He handed it to you with the new contact open. After typing your number and name in you handed it back, his long fingers brushing against yours. It made your face feel hot. Had it really been that long since you’ve been touched by a man? You guess it had been a while if him touching your hand was sending a fluttering feeling to your stomach.

Now he knew your name as he looked down at the contact. It suited you, maybe he’d have the opportunity to say it soon. See how it sounds coming out of his mouth. He wondered if it would sound just as sweet as when you say his name.

“Thanks again for turning it down,” He gave you a tight lipped smile before turning around to walk back to his apartment.

You didn’t want the interaction to end. Who knew when the next time you’d see him would be. This weekend could be the last time you see him for the next two years you live here and you will not let that happen, “Uh Rafe!”

He turned around with a raised brow, “Uh I’m having people over this upcoming weekend, a sort of early holiday party before everyone goes out of town. I’ve invited some of the other neighbors so it’d be great if you stopped by,” you smiled at him.

How was Rafe supposed to say no to that face? He was really starting to dislike you only because he was starting to like you more. You were making his head feel like it was floating, his palms were starting to sweat again. He realized he hadn’t said anything in a minute when you spoke up again, “but uh if you have plans that’s totally cool! I under-“

“I’ll be there,” He nodded giving you that awkward smile again.

You beamed slightly bouncing on your white painted toes, “Great! I’ll see you then, wear your best christmas sweater!”

He nodded waving goodbye. What had he just done?

He rubbed his eyes with a sigh as he locked his door behind him. He just committed to something he didn’t even want to go to. He wouldn’t know anyone there and he didn’t care to meet his neighbors, if he did he would have tried to after he moved in. But you’re big doe eyes and soft legs blinded his logical thinking.

He groaned as he sat back on his couch. Instead of finishing his work he was shopping for a stupid sweater to wear to his beautiful neighbors holiday party.

-

The following week came and went as usual for him. Nothing new and exciting.

Rafe hadn’t seen you all week, your schedules must have been completely different. Even Friday night he didn’t see you waiting for the elevator. It’s not like he chose to stay in again on purpose or anything in hopes of running into you. He’d never do anything like that.

He wondered if you went out with friends or had come home earlier. He tried not to think of the possibility of you being out on a date, the thought alone made this weird churning feeling in his stomach appear.

Now it was Saturday and he could faintly hear the opening and closing of the door next door. The muffled sounds of people laughing and talking along with the loud music that was usually reserved for your Sunday mornings traveled through his apartment.

Rafe was standing in front of the mirror in his bathroom running his hands over his face incessantly. He wondered if he should have gotten a haircut before tonight. He felt like a stupid teenager again worrying about how he looked. On top of that he was wearing a corny Christmas patterned navy blue and white sweater. He groaned debating if he should just take it off and stay in instead.

Then the thought of possibly disappointing you crossed his mind. Now he was determined to go. Even though you probably don’t care if he goes or not, too entertained with the other guests.

Truth was you had been anxiously awaiting his arrival. You walked around your apartment making sure everyone had full glasses and there was plenty to eat. You tried to make conversation but it was hard to stay focused when all you could think about was the man next door. You’d come to the conclusion that he probably wasn’t coming since it had been a couple hours since the party started and everyone invited was already there.

After a conversation with the girls from the floor below you you walked into your kitchen to serve yourself some more white wine. You sighed before taking a drink. A knock at the front door startled you. You set your glass down, your heart picking up it’s pace at the thought of who it could be.

You opened the door and your smile widened when it revealed who you hoped it’d be. Rafe stood there looking incredibly handsome in a holiday sweater holding a bottle or wine. That awkward adorable smile on his face.

“You made it!” You said cheerfully as you motioned him to come in.

“I did, thanks for uh inviting me,” He said as he walked in, “where can I?” he motioned to the bottle in his hands.

“Oh you can just leave it in the kitchen, follow me.” You led him to where the other bottles of alcohol were.

“Would you like anything to drink? Any food?” You asked hoping to be the best hostess.

Rafe definitely needed a drink, even though he already felt drunk off of your smile. You looked adorable in your red holiday sweater and short skirt. Seeing you be a hostess making sure he got whatever he needed made his pants feel a little tighter.

“Yes please. I’ll just have what you’re having,” He motioned to your glass.

You smirked playfully, “Good choice.”

-

It had been a little over an hour since Rafe had gotten there and he had talked to a few people. After you served his wine you introduced him to people. He got stuck in conversation with some guy who also worked in real estate development. After a few minutes of you politely standing there with him you were pulled away by a blonde girl.

He had been pulled into many conversations now and he wasn’t having a horrible time. It was nice to talk to people outside of his company and his very small circle of friends from back home. These people didn’t just talk about business which he liked. He knows his therapist will be happy he’s getting to know more people.

Rafe wished that you could be the one directing him around again. He hasn’t gotten the chance to talk to you since you were pulled away. He was beginning to worry that he was crushing on his annoying neighbor that he never actually found annoying. He was actually itching to be near you, stealing glances at you every now and then.

He liked how attentive you were to everyone around you. Always making sure everyone was having a good time. It seemed like you liked taking care of the people around you. Rafe could see how you lit up the room and just how much other people liked you. That tugging feeling in his heart was back as he watched you laugh.

As Rafe listened to the story the guy who lives at the other end of the hall was telling he looked around your apartment. It felt so cozy. There were various lamps on, no over head lighting. He liked that. You also had cool art hung up and pictures with friends and family. Your bookshelf in the living room was full of books and trinkets. No space was left untouched and he liked it a lot. It was like he got to see a small part of you.

It was the complete opposite of his apartment even though the spaces were identical in layout.

You couldn’t stop looking at him any chance you had. When he was in the room it felt like he owned it, and not just because he was so tall and built. Despite how brooding and quiet he seemed the first few times you talked to him he was actually charming. He knew how to talk to people and he walked into a room like he knew he belonged there. But he wasn’t aggressive which you liked, you hated overbearing men who felt like they needed all the attention.

As the night went on you desperately wanted to get to know him more. The opportunity only came towards the end of the night.

Everyone had started to leave early to head to a few bars down town wanting to continue the festivities at a different location. You didn’t mind, it meant you’d be in bed before one in the morning so there were no complaints from you.

The last group of people bid you goodbye as you held the door open. The girls from downstairs promising to text you later in the week to get dinner. Trailing behind them was Rafe, his hands in his pockets looking a bit nervous.

He had planned to be the last one out just to be able to thank you for inviting him without a bunch of people around. Rafe didn’t want someone else to steal your attention.

“Thank you for inviting me tonight. I had a good time,” Rafe grinned. Not that half tight lipped smile he usually gave you so it made your smile grow even wider.

“Of course! I’m glad we finally got to meet after living next to each other for months,” You tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. His blue eyes were so intense it made your skin prickle.

He nodded, “Yeah, so uh I guess I’ll see you around.”

You tried to ignore the pit of disappointment in your stomach. Nodding your head, “Yeah definitely, hopefully.” You laughed softly at your awkwardness.

He nodded his head with that ridiculously handsome grin that you preferred over his half smiles. As he walked past you his intoxicating cologne filled the air, how did he still smell so good.

You’d like to blame that hypnotizing smell on the next words that left your mouth, “Farmer’s market!” you exclaimed as he was halfway to his door. You winced at yourself before he turned around.

He turned around with a raised brow, “What about them?”

“Tomorrow morning. There’s a farmer’s maket a few blocks away um I go one sunday a month and well tomorrow’s that sunday,” You rambled on not being able to stop the word vomit, “They have the best strawberries and the prettiest flowers. They also have great sourdough bread and that’s the best kind of bread for grilled cheeses.”

Rafe was sure he was going to pass out. You are just so adorable it was melting his icy heart. He could tell you felt nervous by the way you fiddled with your hands but your contagious smile never faltering. But there was still that voice in his head telling him no.

“Uh I actually have some work to get done so I can’t.”

He immediately noticed your posture sag and smile deflate a bit, “Oh yeah I understand. See you around.” You were most definitely regretting opening your mouth.

You closed the door behind you feeling a bit like an idiot but you weren’t going to let yourself dwell on it too long. It’s not like he was rude and he could even have a girlfriend. What were you thinking? You thought. You had picked up where you left off, putting glasses in the dishwasher, when there was a knock at the door.

It must’ve been someone forgetting their coat or something. You opened the door with a warm smile, your eyes immediately widening as Rafe stood there looking almost bashful?

This you definitely weren’t expecting, but you smiled anyways. He looked almost relieved when your lips curved upwards.

“You know work can wait. What time should we leave?” He asked with this look in his eyes that you couldn’t quite figure out.

Oh god you were so screwed.

-

Rafe was a fool.

A complete utter fool. He should have introduced himself to his bright bubbly neighbor months ago. Because for the first time in years he was actually having fun. He didn’t get to laugh like this with his friends from the finance department or feel this relaxed. Ever.

After knocking on your door at exactly 8am, the time you both had agreed to, he sat around on your couch while you ran around looking for reusable bags and your left shoe. He didn’t care though, he would have waited hours on your couch petting your cat Juno if it meant he got to be around you.

When you finally had all your things you smiled brightly at him. To which he returned a half smile, you felt like soon enough you’d get a full one.

Now you guys were walking side by side as he carried your reusable bags filled with groceries. As soon as you put the first items you bought into your tote bag Rafe took it from you. Not even offering to carry them just taking them from you.

“Oh I can carry that. You don-“ You had started to say when he interrupted.

“It’s okay, I want to.”

You could have melted into the floor at that moment. The bare minimum was really getting to you, you needed a reality check.

The pair if you were walking around the farmer’s market looking like a couple. Something you noticed was that Rafe certainly got a lot of women’s attention.

As you walked you saw women stare at him with small flirty smiles and at the booths it seemed like they were trying to flirt with him. They’d touch his arm or lean in a little too much, even batting their eyelashes at him. Something about it made your eye twitch and this bubble of jealousy form in your stomach. You didn’t blame them I mean the guy was a walking calvin klein model.

Rafe didn’t even give them the time of day. Sure he was nice to them in the way he thinks is nice. Which means short answers and tight lipped smiles. The one person he wanted to touch his arm and lean in a little too much would be busy looking at the jams or the cherry tomatoes.

“So what do you do for work again?” You asked as you neared the end of market to go back home.

You had gotten to know him a bit since you guys had walked the market. You found out how many siblings he had and where he grew up. How both of his parents had passed away and where he went to college. He had told you a few stories from his college years. He had narrowly avoided any stories that would reveal the dark part of his past.

“I work in real estate development.”

“Ohhhhh,” you nodded trying to pretend you knew what that meant.

Rafe huffed a small chuckle, “You know a little something about real estate development?” He teased her trying to hide his almost smirk as he took a sip of his coffee.

You laughed, “Definitely not, I have no idea what that is.”

He nodded, “It’s not really anything worth explaining, what do you do?”

“I’m the marketing director for a record label,” You grinned.

He was impressed to say the least, but not too surprised. From what little he knew about you he knows you’re smart and driven, “That’s really impressive.”

“Thank you, I got promoted a little over a year ago. I love my job even though sometimes it feels like I’m just trying to keep my head above water.”

“I know the feeling.”

“Do you travel a lot for your job?” You asked curiously.

He shook his head, “Not too much. I don’t really like to be away from home too much.”

You nodded, “I’m surprised it took us so long to meet.”

“We’ve probably always missed each other.”

You smiled, “Well it looks like we’re friends now.”

Friends.

Despite the massive crush he felt growing he settled for friends. He didn’t feel as if he deserved you in any other capacity.

-

That weekend was the start of a complicated friendship.

A few days later you texted him a picture of some ingredients you were using from the farmer’s market for dinner. Rafe was surprised to see a text notification from you. A small grin tugging at his lips as he read your message and examined the picture of your set up. He replied quickly asking you to send a picture of your final product.

That’s when you took the opportunity to invite him over for dinner. He took a few minutes to reply and you bit your nails anxiously as you leaned back against the counter. Phone in hand awaiting the bubble with three dots to pop up. Instead of a reply you got a knock on your door.

It startled you, your heart beating rapidly. You opened the door to Rafe with a package of frozen premade cookie dough.

“I brought dessert,” He said before clearing his throat. Maybe he should have texted you back first. That thought faded as you smiled brightly and ushered him in.

That turned to having dinner together once a week. Stating it would be a nice little tradition between you two. Something you do as friends.

Just friends. Friendly neighbors.

Pretty soon Rafe found out you’d never seen anything from the Star Wars franchise and he wanted to change that. He invited you over for a movie night the following weekend. It had taken him five minutes of pacing around his kitchen to muster up the courage to text you.

What if you were a temporary part of his life. Rafe had also been hesitant because he didn’t want to be able to picture you in parts of his apartment, it’d be too hard to forget you. He had this aching feeling in his chest that you were going to start dating some guy and this would end. The last two months of weekly dinners and another trip to the farmers market had been the best two months of his life.

Over that time you had gotten to know each other a lot more. You knew more about him than any of the people he had ever spent Friday nights with. Now he spent every Friday having dinner with you.

You got to see a new side of Rafe, one not so broody. He was more of a gentle giant. Even though you had talked about anything and everything it was hard to get him to talk about his childhood or about his parents.

You also noticed he would get a little uncomfortable whenever you asked him about what he did after college. He’d give short answers about traveling and interning with his dad, never giving many details. You didn’t question it though, not wanting him to close back up to the guy you had met in the elevator.

When he invited you over you had to bite your lip to keep yourself from giggling like a school girl. He had texted you in the middle of the work day. You sat at your desk grinning like a fool at your phone as you replied stating you’d bring snacks.

Once you saw his apartment you just about started crying. It seemed so empty and sad. It didn’t reflect the man you knew Rafe was underneath all that cold hardness. You immediately begged him to let you decorate his apartment. It didn’t take much convincing. You thought it was because he didn’t know how to decorate it himself and needed some help.

The truth was that he couldn’t say no to you. That was definitely going to be a problem for him.

-

Eight months had passed since that first meeting in the elevator. And six months since you had started watching Star Wars together. The so called friendship only got more complicated since then.

Especially since you were standing in front of your mirror smoothing out the dark purple dress you were wearing. One you had been saving for a special occasion and this counted as one right?

Rafe had asked if you’d be his date to a silent auction one of his clients was hosting to raise money for a non profit. He seemed nervous when he asked you, scratching the back of his head with this subtle flush in his cheeks. You just about melted into the floor at his question. The last eight months had been torture.

You were sure he didn’t see you as anything more than a friend because he never pulled a move. Whenever you had become friends with guys and thought it was platonic they’d eventually confess their feelings. Which were never reciprocated so it crumbled the friendship. It almost felt like a cruel joke that the one time you longed for that you weren’t getting it.

But you liked having Rafe as a friend and you’d rather have him that way than to not have him at all.

You applied another coat of lipgloss making sure you looked perfect. You wanted to make a good impression on his colleagues. You had met a couple of his friends in passing when you two were out getting coffee and someone he knew was there. Or that one time he convinced you to go on a run with him and you ran into one of his lawyers. This time you wanted to look presentable and not like a sweaty just rolled out of bed mess.

Rafe knocked on your front door hesitantly. He was nervous. It was like the first time coming over for that holiday party that was the beginning of one of his most cherished relationships.

The last few months have been absolute torture for him too. He was so worried about ruining what you two had. Rafe wanted you to be his girlfriend. He wanted to kiss you, hold you close, and make dinner with you every night. But he was terrified that you didn’t want that and he didn’t want to lose you. He also wasn’t even sure if he was fully ready to dive into a relationship like that despite his desires.

When you opened the door his mouth felt like cotton. He wasn’t going to survive the night, not when you looked like that looking at him with those eyes.

He swallowed nervously, “You look ethereal,” one of the many things he thought about you.

your breath caught in your throat, “You’re too sweet Rafey.” You smiled at him. Face hot with adoration as you looked at him in his all black suit.

He cleared his throat stuffing his hands a little further into his pockets, “You ready to go?”

You nodded and he held the door open for you as you stepped out. Of course he was wearing the cologne you got him a few weeks ago when you went on a work trip to Milan. You had smelt it and instantly thought of him. Before you gave it to him you were worried it might be over stepping, cologne felt like a gift you only give your boyfriend or dad. His face when you showed him completely wiped that insecurity away.

-

The drive to the venue was comfortably quiet. Rafe playing the playlist you had made for him a month ago of songs you declared he needed to know. Everything about the situation felt warm and intimate. Like you did this all the time.

Like you’d go home and get unready together in your and Rafe’s jack and jill bathroom. Then lay in bed together, he’d be typing away on his laptop you’d be reading that book you haven’t stopped talking about. The tv softly playing snl as you started drifting off. In a perfect world he’d kiss your cheek and put your book on your bedside table and turn the lights off. In the dark he’d pull you closer to his chest.

But that was just a fantasy. One you played in your head the whole drive there, barely even noticed you two had arrived. Rafe pulled in front of the venue. Your door was opened by valet and Rafe rounded the car to hold his hand out to you as you stepped out.

You smiled politely at the young man who worked valet thanking him. Rafe had handed his keys to the guy on his side so you two walked up the steps of the museum together. He didn’t let go of your hand the entire time.

Not until you two reached the bar and he ordered you a glass of champagne and a whiskey for himself.

You felt a bit out of place. You were used to going to events and galas but never as anyone’s plus one. It almost felt relieving to not have to worry about where you’re seated and that you need to talk to everyone. What would the valet situation look like, when is it too soon to leave. With Rafe you had nothing to worry about. It’s what you loved about being with him is that you were allowed to turn your brain off.

“So how does this work exactly?” You asked him as yoh both looked around at the various art pieces and art in glass cases. A silver box with a small slit opening at the top next to each piece, as well as a table with small cards and pens.

“You fill out a card with your bid then you slip it in the box. At the end of the night they’ll announce the highest bid on each piece.”

You nodded, “I see, so you gonna bet on anything Mr.Cameron?” A small teasing smirk on your lips.

He huffed a soft laugh, “Possibly if something catches my eye. I have my part time interior designer with me so let me know if anything catches your eye.”

You looked around, “These all look like art pieces I don’t understand because they’re so,” you trailed off.

“Simple and could be done by a four year old,” Rafe finished as you both looked around at the paintings with colorful circles and splashes of paint. They were being auctioned for thousands of dollars.

“At least it’s for a good cause,” You shrugged finishing off your glass of champagne.

He chuckled, “Yeah true. And to inflate these rich people’s egos.”

Rafe grabbed the empty glass from your hand and set it back on the bar. He motioned the bartender for a refill which you gladly accepted.

“Come on let’s walk around a bit and then we can probably head out,” Rafe placed a hand on the small of your back leading you out to the crowd.

As you two approached a few of the paintings an older man came up to Rafe.

“Rafe it’s good to see you, how have you been?” The older grey haired man said as he stuck his hand out for him to shake.

Rafe shook his hand, “I’m good Sal, how are you?”

Something you had still not gotten used to is how Rafe’s demeanor changed around other people. He would go back to the way he was when you two first met. A wall would build up and any emotion he had would disappear.

“I’m great, new grand baby on the way,” He smiled proudly before his eyes landed on you, “I’m Sal a long time friend of this guy, glad he finally got himself a girlfriend.” He patted Rafe’s shoulder affectionately as he smiled.

You stuck your hand out to shake his. Cheeks feeling hot from the assumption, “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

Rafe’s mind was racing. You didn’t clear anything up. Just letting this guy think you’re his girlfriend. The pride that filled his chest was overwhelming. It felt good to be claimed, even if it wasn’t true.

“Sal is a long time client and friend,” Rafe introduced.

Sal nodded his head, “I’ve known this kid since he was giving his old man hell from all that partying.”

Rafe’s insides twisted. No. Not here, not now.

You looked up at him questioningly, “That’s a long time then since he’s a homebody now. Spend most of our nights cooking dinner and watching movies.”

The anxiety on his face was enough for you to know not to question further on what exactly that partying was. Rafe cleared his throat and placed a hand at the small of your back, “It was nice to see you Sal, we better go place a big before someone beats us to it.”

They bid their goodbyes. Sal promising to invite the lovely couple to dinner with him and his wife.

-

The night went on with no other hiccups. You had noticed that the anxiety on his face didn’t go away. He was stiff and quieter than usual, it was like those walls he had up when you first met were back.

After another hour or so the two of you decided to leave. Even the car ride home was quiet but not with the comfortable silence from the drive there. It took everything in you to bite your tongue and not ask a million questions on the drive back and then on the elevator ride up.

As the two of you walked down the hall you spoke up, “Want to come over for some tea?”

You could see him contemplate his decision before he spoke, “Uh yeah sure.”

As he sat at a bar stool in your kitchen you contemplated how to ask him about earlier. You didn’t want to scare him away or make him feel like he has to share something he’s not ready for. When you place the polka dot mug, that was unofficially Rafe’s, in front of him he spoke up.

“I need to tell you something,” He completely undid his tie placing it on the counter.

“What’s up?” You asked cautiously.

He rubbed his face and sighed, “I was a really stupid teenager.”

You laughed softly, “Me too.”

He shook his head, “No like stupid. I got into stupid things like drugs. I ruined my life for a while. There’s so much,” He swallowed thickly, “So much I want to tell you. I moved here when I got everything back on track and I’m clean now. But there’s things I’ve done. Things I regret and I swear I want to tell you it all but I just-“

You interrupt him by stepping between his legs and wrapping your arms around his neck, “Rafe it’s okay, you don’t need to tell me anything you’re not ready too.”

He wrapped his arms around you and laying his head in the space where your neck met your shoulder, “But you deserve to know everything.” He mumbled breathing you in. The smell of you bringing him back down to earth.

Your hand moved to his head scratching softly at the short hair trying to offer any sort of comfort, “It’s okay, you can tell me everything another day. Another time.”

He didn’t say anything after that. If he could stay in this position forever he would, just being held by you. It’d been so long since he had been held or touched it was addicting. He lifted his head looking at you in a way you couldn’t read. It was always hard to read him yet he felt like you were the only person who understood him.

Your hands moved to cup his face, thumbs rubbing over his shard cheek bones in a soothing manner. He felt like a puppy when he leaned into your touch. His grip on your waist tightening as if to try and get you impossibly closer.

“Want to stay tonight?” You asked gently.

This was new territory for you two. Even this display of affection was new. He had never really hugged you or touched you this much. There were times where you’d fall asleep on his couch and your head would lean on his shoulder. Or he’d place a hand on your back to guide you through crowd, even sometimes wrapping an arm around your shoulder but that was it.

He nodded, “Yeah but-“ He cut himself off.

“But what?” You asked your voice barely above a whisper.

Your hands fell to rest on his shoulders. He took a deep breath as you saw the contemplation in his eyes, “I-I can’t be your friend.”

Your brows furrowed and you almost pulled back but he gripped you firmly, “What?” He stood so he was towering over you. Your back bow resting against the island. Your hands had moved down to rest on his chest.

“I like you,” He said softly and laughed, “Actually I think I love you. These months with you have been the best of my life. I’ve never felt so-so at home. No matter where I am if you’re there I feel at home.”

“Rafe I-“ He shook his head not letting you speak.

“I’m not done. You’re so warm and bright and everything I’m not. I’m not a good person, I’m not perfect but God does being around you really make me want to try harder. I’m scared I’ll fuck this up and lose you forever. Fuck I might already be doing that by telling you this but I think I’d be more mad at myself if I never told you how I feel. And fuck do I love you.”

You didn’t say anything instead you wrapped your hands around his neck and tugged him down to meet your lips. His surprise melted away quickly as he felt your mouth on him. Lips parting to give him everything he’s wanted, “I love you too.” You mumbled against his mouth not wanting to pull away.

Rafes hands were eager to touch anywhere he hadn’t already. Anywhere you’d allow him. They moved from your waist to cup your jaw. Everything felt electric like he could finally breathe.

“I love you so much,” He mumbled pulling away just slightly. Your foreheads touching and noses rubbing against each other.

“We can try this Rafe. I want to try this with you,” You placed your hands over his on your face.

He smiled. Really smiled, which around you it wasn’t rare anymore but it always made you feel good when he did, “You know I wanted to wait for our first date before I kissed you.”

You laughed, “I think we’re long past first dates.”

He shook his head with a playful frown, “Nuh uh I’m still taking you out on a date.”

You grinned softly and played with the lapels of his dress shirt, “Then what after?”

He smirked, “Then I’d kiss you.” He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Not stopping there and repeating the movement to the other side. Then moving down to your jaw, behind your ear, down your neck.

Your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation. It was barely anything and it had heat pooling in your stomach. This side of him had been buried deep down, but over the months you had been wearing him thin.

Every time you bent over to pick something up or showed up in your little sleep shorts he had to clench his jaw to not think about you in other ways. Now he had a green light to give into those thoughts all of those desires. The soft whine you let out when he gently bit your neck assured him this is what you both wanted.

Rafe promised himself he wouldn’t fuck this up. You deserved the best and he was going to work every day to be the best for you and himself.

His right hand moved from your hip to your shoulder where his index finger dipped under the thin strap of your dress. He tugged at it playfully moving it down your shoulder. He kissed the newly exposed skin and god did you feel like a virgin. He was barely putting any pressure into the kisses and you felt feral.

“Rafe,” You sighed softly not really sure for what.

“Hmmm,” He hummed moving up to face you again, “Can I take this off you?”

You nodded your head furiously with glazed over eyes. He could ask you anything in this state and you’d agree. You felt warm and pliant in his hands. Rafe leaned down to kiss your mouth and pulled you with him as you both stumbled to your bedroom.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” He practically groaned once he had you against the inside of your bedroom door, “Wanted you for so long.”

His hands reached behind you finding the tiny zipper that stood between him and everything he’s desired.

“Felt like I didn’t deserve it,” He murmured pulling the zipper down, “I still don’t think I do.”

The other strap fell off your shoulder. You couldn’t take the anticipation anymore so you pulled the dress down leaving you in nothing but a pair of pink lacy panties. You had forgone a bra in the name of fashion and by the look on his face was definitely the best decision.

“Fuck,” He groaned and kissed you with an intensity. A need beneath his movements that wasn’t there before.

Rafe’s hands glided up your thighs to your stomach and then to palm at your breasts. The feeling of them in his hands had him groaning into your mouth mixing with your soft sighs. The warmth of his hand made your back arch into them begging for more. His fingers tweaked the hard peaks making you moan a little louder.

He removed his hands to bend down and pick you up from the back of your thighs. He needed to be closer. He pressed you harder against the wall, and you could feel his hard length against your core.

His hips moving in small circles offering you both some friction. You felt like you were on fire never feeling as desired as you do now. It was all so hot and heavy.

Stepping back from the door he walked back to sit on your bed. You in his lap on top of him. He pulled away to mouth at your neck and chest.

“Rafe you feel so good,” You murmured in a state of lust.

He sighed as he kissed the tops of your chest, “And I’ve barely done anything sweetheart.”

Woah.

This Rafe was new. This slightly mean and cocky Rafe you hadn’t seen before and you were not complaining. He was so hot and the little meanness had the wet spot between your legs growing.

“Then do something,” You replied hoping to get a reaction from him.

And you were successful as he quickly flipped you onto your back. You let out a giggle as you bounced on the mattress.

“Oh I’ll do something baby,” He smirked and bit your shoulder playfully.

He kissed down your sternum and down your stomach until he was face to face where you needed him most. Kissing over your mound as his hands tugged the lace material down your legs tossing it aside. Rafe’s mouth watered. He was going to savor this moment, the taste and the feel of you.

“I thought you said you were going to do something,” You muttered wanting him to do anything but just admire you. He kissed your inner thighs, you could feel his grin against your skin.

“Patience,” He murmured, “I want to enjoy you. Savor you.”

You whined almost pathetically, “We have forever to do that, need you now.”

That’s when you felt his fingers glide through your slick. He let out a sound between a moan and a groan, “You’re so wet baby.”

He removed his fingers and placed his hands inside both thighs using his thumbs to spread you open. You didn’t even have time to react to the exposure his mouth was on you.

“Rafe!” You exclaimed as your eyes rolled back. His warm mouth sucked and licked at you.

He hummed and the vibrations added to the pleasure, “You said do somethin.”

You nodded your head in ecstasy, “Uh huhh.” Again you could feel that smirk against you.

He sucked at your clit and as he did so he slipped a finger inside your entrance. The intrusion fueling the growing heat in your lower belly.

Rafe never wanted to stop doing this. He wanted to keep those sounds coming out of you forever. The breathy whines and moans. He could feel you start to clench around his finger so he knew you were close. He added another one to bring you closer to the egde.

“Just like that yes,” You moaned all high pitched.

He removed his mouth to replace it with his thumb as he rubbed your clit and curved his fingers to hit that spot inside you.

“You like that?” He asked knowing the answer he just wanted to hear you say it again.

You nodded as tears pricked your eyes, “yes yes yes, I’m so close Rafe.”

“I know baby,” He cooed, “You’re taking everything so good. My good girl.”

That set you off along with him picking up his pace. Your orgasm crashed over you not even letting you tell him you were coming. Rafe loved you in all forms but you coming might be one of his favorites.

He pulled out gently and kissed your hip bone. He sat back on his knees as he unbuttoned his shirt as you cane down from your high. When you opened your eyes you saw him looking at you working on his shirt. You sat up and started helping him.

“Did it feel good?” He asked reaching out to rub your cheek softly and brushing some hair from your face.

You nodded while unbuttoning the last button, “Yes.”

He rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip as you stood on your knees and pushed his shirt off. Reaching for his belt you started undoing it. He watched as you unbuttoned his pants and slid them down. He stepped off the bed discarding them along with his boxers. Now your mouth was watering at the sight of him.

“If you keep looking at me like that I won’t last,” He leaned down to kiss you and gently pushed you back to lay down.

You pulled away as you laid flat again pouting, “I want you in my mouth.”

He smiled and gave you a quick peck, “Next time baby or else I won’t get to be inside you tonight.”

He guided your leg to wrap around his waist as the head of his cock nudged your folds. He let out a content sigh and dropped his head to the crook of your neck.

“Feel so fuckin good already,” He kissed your neck as he started to gently rutt into you. The tip of his head nudging at your entrance.

Your hips lifted to meet his short thrusts to try and get more of him inside, “Please please more.”

He could feel you dripping at this small amount of penetration. Rafe couldn’t keep torturing his sweet girl so he reached between to guide himself inside you. Not before nudging your clit a few times causing you to jolt a bit at the pleasure. You both let out a sigh as he seated himself inside you.

“Oh god Rafe please move,” You begged clawing at his back.

He gladly obliged as he started moving in and out. Angling himself to hit that spot that made your toes curl earlier. He lifted his head to kiss you again all teeth and tongue.

He sighed as he felt you squeeze around him, “Fuck so fuckin tight you feel insane.”

“I can’t believe we could have been doing this for so long,” You muttered utterly lost in the moment.

He brushed your hair away softly, “I’m sorry my pretty girl,” He groaned giving a particularly deep thrust, “I’ll fuck you every day to make up for it yeah?”

You nodded not even knowing what you’re agreeing too. Rafe wasn’t much of a talker but god did he have a filthy mouth. He picked up his pace when he started feeling you clench around him in that familiar way.

“You’re close huh?” He asked as he kept his pace. You could only nod your head.

“Come on baby come for me,” He coaxed reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub tantilizing circles on your clit, “I know you can do it.”

“Yes yes so close,” You moaned.

He groaned feeling you squeeze him, “Fuck making me close too sweetheart.”

“Finish with me Rafe,” You choked out as hips hips snapped harder into you.

“Where can-where should I-“

“Inside please inside,” You whined as you began to see stars. Everything around you disappeared and it was just you and him as you came around him. The way you squeezed him and the sounds you made pushed him over the edge. You felt him fill you up which made you whine as you felt it start to drip out already.

“Holy shit,” Rafe breathed. He leaned down kissing you softly, savoring the moment. He pulled away to look at you.

“You look really hot after you come,” He whispered. You broke into a fit of giggles feeling like you were floating on a cloud. His smile widened and he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

Rafe slowly pulled out and the emptiness making you whine, “I’ll be right back.”

After a couple minutes he returned with a warm towel to clean you up. He tossed it in the laundry basket in your bathroom before standing at your side in his boxers. You still laid on the bed naked with your eyes closed, a big goofy grin on your face.

“Need anything?” He asked bending down to kiss your forehead. You loved how Rafe was before and you really love him now. This new expressive care free Rafe.

“A shirt and you please?” You asked opening one eye to look at him.

“You got it,” He walked away and then you hesrd the front door close.

You sat up opening your eyes, “Rafe?” You called. There was no answer. Did he really just go home?

As you were about to get up you heard rhe front door open again and in comes Rafe doing a half jog. He held out two shirts to you.

“Which one do you want?” He asked.

You raised a brow at him, “You went home to get me one of your shirts?”

He nodded with a shrug, “Yeah you wanted a shirt so I got you one of mine.”

You burst into laughter taking the black tee shirt from him and slipping it on, “You could have given me literally anything from my closet.”

He sat against your headboard with a scoff, “Why would I not give you one of my shirts. I brought another so you could keep em here for whenever.”

You laid on his chest and sighed dreamily, “You are a good man Rafe Cameron.”

His chest swelled with pride. He knows he’s still got things to work on but he’s glad you’re giving him a chance. He’s glad he changed his routine eight months ago and then went to that stupid Christmas party.

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ rafe finishes too quickly and becomes determined to make it right.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. premature ejaculation. smut. creampie.

cherie’s note — take a shot everytime i used an emdash (—) fr. having family over this week, so posting is still going to be a little inconsistent but i'm trying! i missed you cuties. (◜ᴗ◝)

you barely had time to process how perfect it felt — how right it was to finally have rafe inside of you. how thick his cock felt inside of you, nice and full, your warm velvet walls morphing to fit snug around him. how it seemed to split you open in a way that made your mind dizzy, brain too foggy with the feeling of him so deep inside of you — before it all unraveled.

his hips stutter the second he bottoms out, his breath hitching sharp against your throat, one strong arm braced beside your head. his other hand is trembling where it clutches at your thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh like he was struggling to hold himself together.

"f-fuck," he gasps, voice cracking. his eyes screw shut, "baby—i'm gonna—shit, i can't—"

you blink up at him through your lashes, flushed and dazed. your heart pounds from the stretch, and then the sudden stillness. "what?"

he buries his face in your neck, his whole body tensing against yours.

"rafe."

his hips twitch once — just once —and then he groans, low and broken and almost embarrassed, as you feel him spill inside of you before either of you have even moved. one deep thrust and he's done — the warm, sticky foreign feeling flooding your cunt for the very first time.

"fuck," he says again, softer now, like he's not even talking to you — more to himself, if anything. "fuck me, i'm so fucking sorry, baby."

he doesn't move. just stays there, breathing hard, his weight starting to sink heavier into you as the silence stretches. you can feel how wrecked he is, breathing uneven in small pants. his pulse races against his skin, eyes squeezing shut with a frustrated sigh.

"rafe..."

his voice comes out rough, barely above a whisper. "i didn't mean to. you were just—you felt so fucking good, and i couldn't help it. i—god, i swear i can go again—just, give me a minute—"

your kiss-swollen lips part, but no words come out — not at first. you're still catching your breath too, blinking through the haze of surprise and something softer, a little warmer. your thighs twitch around his waist, still trembling from the stretch, but it's not frustration that curls in your chest. it's something closer to disbelief.

he came — just from being inside of you. one thrust, and he fell apart.

he's still trying to hide, forehead pressed to your neck like maybe if he stays there long enough, hidden away from the world, the shame of it all might not eat him whole. like maybe you'd forget it even happened in the first place.

you thread your fingers through the damp hair at the nape of his neck, fingers gentle and steady. "hey," you murmur. "look at me."

he doesn't move.

you tug lightly, "rafe."

he lifts his head just enough for you to see his face, flushed red with embarrassment. lashes still a little damp, brows pinched with guilt. "you don't have to say it," he starts hoarsely. "i know it's—fuck, i ruined it."

your hand finds his cheek, thumb brushing the hot skin beneath his eye. he looks so different now — vulnerable. like every shred of masculinity within him had been crumbled to pieces as a result from a single mistake. "you didn't ruin anything."

his brows knit tighter, almost like he doesn't believe.

"rafe," you whisper, voice firmer now. "do you have any idea what it means that you lost control like that?"

he just stares at you, breathing uneven — cerulean eyes shifting over your face, trying his best to read your mind, predict what might happen next.

you offer a small, shaky smile. "you barely touched me. you felt me and came. that kind of—" you laugh once, still breathless. "—insane. kind of hot, actually."

he groans again, this time with more anguish than lust. "don't say that. i swear, give me like five minutes—maybe less—i just need—"

you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before he has another chance to speak. "i'm not mad."

"but you didn't even—" he starts, eyes wide, ashamed.

"yet," you cut in, grinning softly. "you're gonna make it up to me, remember?"

his throat bobs as he swallows, gaze locked on yours, and you can see the shift in him — the hunger of the moment creeping back behind the guilt, bright blue eyes flooding with something dark. the desperation to fix it. to prove something.

and if not to you, then to himself.

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[calypso-rt]

ᯓ FIGHT CLUB! ᯓ

ᯓ boxer!rafe x medstudent!reader ᯓ

You don’t notice him at first.

You’re too busy muttering under your breath about JJ Maybank and all the ways you’re going to kill him when this night is over. Your scrubs are wrinkled, your hair’s half-fallen out of its bun, and you can practically feel the dried ink of your notes still smudged across your fingertips. Twenty hours awake, three cups of coffee down, and instead of sleep, you’ve been dragged to some warehouse reeking of sweat and stale beer because JJ swore he “needed a medic.”

You don’t even look up when someone sits on the rickety stool in front of you, bleeding onto the floor like it’s no big deal.

“Maybank,” a low voice drawls, rough-edged and a little smug. “You bring me a nurse now? That’s cute.”

Your gaze flicks up, annoyed.

You were not a nurse. Definitely not.

He’s broad-shouldered, skin slick with sweat, a split blooming red across one sharp eyebrow. Knuckles raw, smirk tugging lazy at his lips like the world’s already his and he’s just waiting for you to catch on. His eyes, blue, unsettling, too focused, skim over your face like he’s trying to place you.

“Med student,” you correct, sharper than you mean to be, already reaching for gauze. “And you’re lucky I’m here at all.”

He laughs under his breath, the kind of sound that makes your pulse jump against your will. “Med student. Fancy. Guess I should sit still then.”

“You should shut up,” you mutter, pressing gauze to his eyebrow with no warning, causing him to flinch and suck in a breath. His smirk twitches, then falters when you don’t ease up at his flinch.

For a second, it’s quiet, just your steady hands, his shallow breath, the distant roar of the crowd still high off the fight.

“You always this bossy?” he asks finally, voice softer, like he’s trying to peel something from you.

“You always this bloody?” you shoot back without looking up.

That makes him grin again, teeth flashing crimson where his lip’s split. “Depends on the night.”

You tape the bandage down harder than necessary. “Well. Try not to die on mine.”

His gaze lingers. He doesn’t say anything. But when JJ claps him on the shoulder and calls him champ, he doesn’t take his eyes off you. Not once.

...

It starts with JJ’s favor, but it doesn’t stay that way.

The second time, you tell yourself you’re just helping out again due to moral obligation. By the third, you realize Rafe is expecting you, already sitting on the stool with his hand raised like you’re the one running the show.

By the fourth, he presses an envelope into your hand.

You blink. “What’s this?”

“Cut from the winnings,” he says casually, shrugging like it’s nothing. “Standard medic’s fee.”

You frown. “There’s no such thing for these street fights.”

“There is now.” His grin is lazy, lips split and bleeding, and he has the audacity to add, “Don’t worry, I’m good for it.”

You open the envelope later... too much money. More than your rent. More than your textbooks. You almost march back and refuse, but something about the way he looked at you when he handed it over stops you. Like he was daring you to say no. Like he needed you to take it.

So you do.

And suddenly, it’s a job. Your job.

You show up after every fight, kit already packed. You’ve got a system now: disinfect, stitch, tape, ice. Rafe always tries to wave you off when you press the cold pack to his wrists, muttering something about “not a big deal,” but you don’t let him win that argument.

“It keeps the swelling down,” you remind him, stern but quiet, sliding the pack into place. “Unless you like losing your hands, Cameron.”

He just watches you, smirk tugging even as his eyes soften in a way you pretend not to notice.

Sometimes he slips extra bills into your bag. Sometimes you find your grocery list mysteriously covered by a folded check with his messy scrawl: supplies. You hate it, but you can’t deny the relief when your bank app stops glaring red at you.

You convince yourself you’re doing this because you need the money. Because med school doesn’t pay, and someone has to cover textbooks and clinical fees.

But deep down, you know it’s not just the cash that keeps you coming back. It’s the ritual. The way his bravado always cracks when you’re the one holding him together. The way he lets you touch the parts of him that hurt, and never once pretends he doesn’t need it.

...

At first, it’s a joke. Rafe throws it around with a grin and a bloody lip, bragging to the other fighters like it’s the funniest thing in the world.

“Yeah, that’s right. I got my own doctor. Personal. Full-time. Looks out for me.” “Don’t be jealous your corner ain’t half as smart as mine.” “Touch me wrong, she’ll stitch me up prettier than you.”

You roll your eyes every time, muttering, “I’m not your doctor, I’m a med student.” But he ignores you, grinning like he just named you and dared the world to argue.

It gets dicey the first time another fighter, one who just lost to Rafe, storms off the mat and catches you with your med kit in hand. He’s bleeding badly, and you can’t help yourself. You crouch down, steady hands already pressing gauze, murmuring, “Hold still, it’ll scar less this way.”

But Rafe sees it.

Sees the way you lean close, the way your hands skim over someone else’s jaw to steady their head. And it hits him like a sucker punch, harder than anything thrown in the ring. His chest burns with something ugly and hot, something he doesn’t want to name.

Later, when the guy mumbles a cocky little “Thanks, sweetheart” in your direction, Rafe doesn’t hesitate. He shoves the fighter back, jaw tight, eyes burning.

“She’s not here for you,” he snaps, voice low and sharp enough to cut.

The crowd barely has time to register before the bell rings again. And Rafe, reckless, furious Rafe, goes in harder than anyone’s ever seen him. Every punch lands heavy, sharp, fueled by the sight of you kneeling beside someone who wasn’t him.

You know. You know as you watch from the corner, ice pack forgotten in your lap, that he’s fighting for something else now. Not control. Not power. Not even the win.

He’s fighting for you.

And when he stumbles back into your hands afterward, bloody, shaking, stupidly grinning, you glare at him through your worry.

“You’re going to get yourself killed,” you hiss, taping up his split knuckles.

He just shrugs, breathless, eyes locked on you. “Worth it.”

[pittsick]

RAFE CAMERON WHEN… HE’S NEEDY.

Rafe wasn’t usually the type to beg. At least, not out loud. But the way he grabbed for you tonight, restless and impatient, told a different story.

He’d barely let you through the door before his mouth was on your neck, his hands skating under your shirt like he couldn’t stand another second of space between you. His voice was rough in your ear, every word edged with a desperation you rarely heard from him.

“Need you. Right now. Can’t—fuck, can’t wait.”

He sounded raw, almost broken by how much he wanted you, and the power of it sent a shiver down your spine. You let him back you against the wall, his chest pressing flush to yours, his thigh slotting between your legs. He rocked into you shamelessly, the hard line of his body telling you exactly how badly he needed relief.

You smirked, brushing your lips against his just enough to make him chase the kiss. “You’re impatient tonight, Cameron.”

“Don’t—” his hands dug into your hips, breath hitching when you shifted against his thigh. “Don’t tease me. Please.”

The last word left his mouth like a secret, like something he’d regret if you didn’t give in, but it only made you wetter. You slid a hand into his hair, tugging until he groaned into your mouth, finally kissing you like he was starved. His tongue slid against yours, needy and messy, his rhythm faltering because he was too desperate to slow down.

When your hand slipped lower, palming him through his jeans, his knees almost buckled. “Baby—god, I need you,” he rasped, head falling to your shoulder. “Been hard for hours just thinking about you.”

You laughed softly, stroking him harder, feeling the way he rutted into your palm. “So needy. Didn’t think the Rafe Cameron begged for anything.”

His head snapped up, eyes dark and blown wide. “For you? Yeah. Always for you.”

That admission snapped the tension like a rubber band. He tore at your clothes until they were half-off, stumbling with you to the couch, his mouth never leaving your skin. He was clumsy with how fast he wanted you, but it only made you ache more—he didn’t care about anything but getting inside you.

When he finally thrust into you, he moaned like it was the first breath after drowning. He held you so tight, hips snapping, his words spilling into your ear like prayers.

“Perfect—so fucking perfect. Mine. Don’t care if I sound desperate, just—fuck—don’t let go.”

And with the way his body trembled against yours, you knew he meant it.

[khioneee]

CATER 2 U

synopsis. rafe knew you weren’t a hardcore partygoer. but every once in a while, you’d indulge him and come along. pairing. rafe cameron x reader content. lowkey fluffy. dotting boyfriend (mans down bad). slight jealousy. alcohol. word count. 1.1k

the moment you walked in, rafe was already in protector mode. he found you a comfortable spot to sit, clearing the area like a professional bodyguard.

‘here, baby,’ he said, handing you your kindle, which he’d thoughtfully grabbed from the car. ‘brought this just in case you needed it.’ he crouched down in front of you, his hand brushing against your knee as he smiled softly. ‘water or soda? unless you’re planning on drinking tonight. your choice, sweetheart.’

you shook your head, amused at how seriously he was taking this. but you knew it was just his way of making sure you were comfortable in a space that wasn’t naturally yours.

throughout the night, rafe’s eyes would drift to you, even while he was in conversation with his friends. he’d glance your way, mouthing a quick ‘you good?’ from across the room.

you’d nod, and he’d give you a satisfied little smile before turning back to whoever had his attention.

at one point, he returned with a big bag of chips, setting it in your lap. ‘here, sweetheart. the kitchen’s packed, wouldn’t want you to get caught in a stampede.’ you couldn’t help but laugh at how thoughtful he was, even in the middle of chaos.

when you needed to use the restroom, he was right there, following close behind and standing outside the door like a loyal guard dog. he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of trouble. he didn’t care if anyone teased him.

he knew how unpredictable parties could get, and he wasn’t about to take any risks when it came to your safety.

when someone drunkenly stumbled too close to the door, he stepped forward, his broad frame blocking their path entirely. ‘keep walking,’ he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

and when you emerged from the restroom, his eyes immediately softened. ‘all good?’ he asked, one hand instinctively brushing against your back as he guided you back toward the main party.

it was little things like this that reminded you why you felt so safe with him.

as the night wore on, rafe found himself caught in a lengthy business interaction outside. but even then, he wasn’t about to leave you unattended.

‘lover boy’s doing business,’ topper announced as he plopped down in the armchair near you, a playful smirk on his face. ‘hi, doll.’

you looked up from your kindle, surprised but grateful for the company. ‘he sent you over?’

‘of course,’ topper said, crossing his arms and leaning back as if settling in for the long haul. ‘can’t let you fend for yourself, can we?’

you chuckled softly, pushing your undrunk beer toward him. one of the many drinks rafe had brought for you earlier. ‘want this? i’m not gonna finish it.’

topper waved it off with mock seriousness. ‘no, ma’am. i’m on duty.’

you raised an eyebrow, amused. ‘duty?’

‘yep,’ he said, leaning forward slightly, his tone teasing but good-natured. ‘rafe made it clear—keep an eye on you. so,’ he gestured toward your kindle with a grin, ‘what are we reading tonight?’

you laughed, appreciating how even his friends were roped into rafe’s overprotective tendencies. but that was just rafe, always making sure you were cared for, even when he wasn’t by your side.

as night blurred into morning, rafe wandered over to you, his steps slow and deliberate. you glanced up at him with a soft smile as he crouched slightly in front of you, his hand reaching up to gently brush a stray hair out of your face.

‘you good, sweetheart?’ he asked, his voice quiet, almost lost in the muffled bass of the party music.

you nodded, though the faint yawn you tried to stifle didn’t go unnoticed.

his lips quirked up into a knowing smile, his thumb grazing your cheek for just a second. ‘just say the word, and we’re out of here, alright? we don’t have to stay if you’re tired.’

you shook your head lightly, touched by his attentiveness. ‘i’m fine, rafe. really.’

but he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes just a bit. ‘no need to be polite, baby. you know i’d rather be with you anyway.’

rafe’s sharp eyes caught sight of you across the room, and he froze mid-conversation. there you were, sitting on the couch, your usual spot.

but this time, someone else was next to you.

a guy.

he was leaning in, his arm casually draped along the back of the couch, too close for rafe’s liking. worse, you were laughing at something he said. you were laughing, completely unaware of the tension building across the room.

rafe’s jaw tightened, the edges of his calm facade slipping as a flush of irritation rose to his cheeks. his friends followed his line of sight, their chatter dying out.

topper raised a brow, muttering, ‘uh-oh.’

rafe didn’t respond. he didn’t need to. he was already moving, cutting through the crowd with purpose, his broad frame towering over anyone who didn’t step aside quickly enough.

reaching the couch, rafe didn’t say a word to the guy. instead, he dropped onto the arm of the chair beside you, his movement sharp and intentional. as he sat, his hand brushed against the guy’s arm, deliberately shoving it off the back of the couch.

the guy flinched, looking up at rafe, only to be met with an icy glare that sent him reeling.

‘hey, baby,’ rafe said, turning to you with a smile that was a little too tight.

‘hey!’ completely oblivious, you beamed up at him. ‘we were just talking about books. turns out we’ve read a lot of the same ones.’

rafe let out a low, unimpressed hum, his arm moving to rest on the couch behind you, claiming the space the guy had just occupied. ‘is that so?’

the guy stammered something about needing another drink, his confidence wilting under rafe’s glare as he quickly stood and disappeared into the crowd.

you blinked, glancing at rafe. ‘did you scare him off?’

rafe tilted his head, his lips twitching into a smirk as he looked down at you. ‘nah, baby. he just realized he wasn’t needed here.’

you furrowed your brows but let it go, leaning back into rafe’s arm as he relaxed against the chair.

after a moment, rafe glanced down at you, his voice softening. ‘let’s go home.’

you smiled, nodding as rafe helped you up, his hand steady on your waist.

and as you left the party together, rafe cast one last glance at the guy from across the room—a silent warning that needed no words.

after a beat, rafe tilted his head down toward you. ‘you don’t need anyone else to talk books with, baby,’ he murmured, leaning in close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. ‘you’ve got me.’

[simpforboys]

let me b-a-n-g baby

rafe cameron x fem!virgin reader

summary: “she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit” - nle choppa

warnings: smut, loss of virginity, dirty talk, reader seems sweet and innocent but is secretly dirty, dom!rafe, sub!reader, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv sex, a spank, creampie, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, cheating, reader has a boyfriend that is not rafe, degrading, praise, cursing, celibacy but not specified why

obv this is based on gang baby by nle choppa

God, you drove Rafe fucking crazy.

Wearing those skirts that were normal length around your family, but hiked up to barely cover your ass around him.

Whenever Rafe would see you with your boyfriend, you always seemed so uninterested, giving him looks with your pretty eyes.

He just wanted you so bad.

You currently stood in Rafe’s living room as he threw a party, one of his lavish ones that everyone in Figure 8 knew about.

Sipping on whatever little drink was handed to you at the beginning of the party, your boyfriend, Miles, spewed on and on and on about some side project at work.

“Good job, baby.” You hummed, not paying attention, eyes locked on Rafe’s icy blue ones.

Rafe was smirking at you, drinking a glass of scotch on the rocks as he noticed you not even paying your poor boyfriend any ounce of attention.

“Y/n.”

You snapped your gaze back over to Miles.

“Hm?” you hummed.

“I think I’m gonna head back home, you coming?” Miles asked sweetly.

Miles was genuinely an okay-ish boyfriend. He obviously cared, the two of you had been together for three months.

But when you first got with him and told him you were waiting til marriage, it set some kind of tension in the relationship.

“No, I’m gonna stay. I’ll get a ride home, though. promise.”

You felt Miles give your kiss a soft cheek, patting your knee as he stood up to leave.

As soon as he was gone, a familiar voice loomed over you. “not desperate to leave with your boyfriend?”

You glanced up, making eye contact with Rafe as he towered over your sitting position. You swallowed, licking your lips.

“The party isn’t over yet, is it?”

Rafe smirked at your response, taking the last sip of his scotch as he moved to sit in the seat that was previously occupied by Miles.

You had spoken to Rafe multiple times before, always seeing him at events.

“You’re not wearing your little skirt?” Rafe hummed, his eyes trailing your form.

You crossed one leg over the other, heart pounding at his intimidating gaze.

“Decided on wearing some jeans… ‘s too cold at night for a skirt.”

Rafe didn’t respond, not bothering to hide the fact he was blatantly checking you out. But he always did that.

“You don’t seem very into your boyfriend.”

Your eyes widened as he randomly called you out. Face feeling warm, you broke eye contact with him.

“I don’t think he’s very into me,” you murmured back, feeling suddenly shy.

“Yeah? How come?”

Rafe leaned closer, his large, veiny hand coming to rest on your knee. Goosebumps erupted on your skin from the contact, and you were grateful you decided to wear jeans to cover them.

“Told him I’m celibate on our third date… been a little awkward ever since,” you admit softly.

Rafe was shocked, but he masked it well. His eyes widened a little at your confession, those soft wrinkles tightening a little on his forehead.

“You practice celibacy?” Rafe hums, his thumb running along your knee still. No way this girl who hikes her damn skirts up so much to show him her ass was celibate.

“I try to, yeah.”

“Try to?” Rafe questioned, a small smirk curling on his lips.

“Guess it depends on how horny the person makes me,” you blurt out, feeling your face immensely warm from your admission and the cocky grin Rafe gave you, you sank back into your seat.

“Oh, pretty girl. You tellin’ me your boyfriend doesn’t get you all worked up? Doesn’t know how to make you all needy?” Rafe cooed.

Oh god.

His voice was enough to send shivers down your spine and a throb in your clit.

Rafe took your lack of response as something good, his self-assured smirk still plastered on his sexy face.

“I… uh… don’t really know how to answer that,” you murmur shyly.

“Mhm. How about I take you somewhere more private? Can’t hear your sweet voice surrounded by all these people,” he suggests.

You knew it wasn’t a good idea, no way in hell was following Rafe Cameron to a private bedroom ever a good idea.

He currently had your plush thighs over his shoulders, fingers digging into the sheets, noises escaping your mouth as he ate your cunt as if he was starving.

His eyes were locked onto your face, watching how with every delicious swirl of his tongue against your clit, it contorted up in pleasure.

“That feel good, pretty girl?”

All you could do was mumble something incoherent, the pleasure completely new and overwhelming to you.

Miles hadn’t offered to eat you out, despite you sucking his dick once. You were fine doing other sexual things, just not penetration, as that was what you wanted to wait for.

But when Rafe’s long fingers slid into your soaked hole, the idea of penetration was driving you insane.

“Clenchin’ around my fingers so much… never had someone pleasure this sweet pussy?” Rafe murmurs, sucking on your clit.

“no… fuck, Rafe,” you gasped.

Rafe had that stupid cocky smirk on his face as he purposely hummed around your clit, the vibration making your body twitch.

“I can tell, baby. So turned on but still so tight… you gonna let daddy put his dick in here?”

Your brain was so fuzzy, the coil in your stomach tightening as the pleasure started to get overwhelmingly good.

Rafe just chuckled against your cunt, watching as you came undone on his mouth and fingers.

Panting for breath, you were out of it for a good minute. No one else had ever made you orgasm, only used to your own fingers or a vibrator every now and then.

The tall man pulled away from your cunt, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants and boxer briefs.

“Taste so good, baby.” Rafe leaned forward, connecting his lips to yours in an attempt to pull you back down to earth.

“Mhmm, Ray…”

“Yeah? What do you need?” Rafe smirks.

You lifted your head, finally looking at his dick. Eyes widening a little, mouth growing a little damper with drool.

He was big and thick. A pretty mushroom tip that was leaking precum, two prominent veins that ran along the whole shaft.

“Can I suck your dick?” you mumbled.

“What was that? Speak up, pretty girl. Tell Daddy what you want.”

Of course, Rafe heard you, he was just an asshole.

“Can I suck your dick, daddy? Please?” you asked a little louder, staring up at him with your pretty eyes.

“Good girl, askin’ so sweetly for daddy. You gonna let me fuck this mouth?” He placed a large hand on the side of your head, guiding you over to the side of the bed.

You lay on your stomach in front of him, eyes still locked onto the leaking tip.

“Open your mouth.”

Wasting no time, your mouth dropped open, a small lick being delivered to swipe off his arousal.

The little noise he breathed was enough to give you more encouragement, slowly wrapping your lips around the head.

“Relax that throat f’me… good girl.”

He slowly guided your head down more of his base, tears pricking your eyes. he was bigger and thicker than Miles, again, giving you a whole new experience.

He threw his head back slightly, a soft moan leaving him. You took your hand up, starting to stroke whatever couldn’t fit.

His hold on your head never released, but he stopped guiding you. As badly as he wanted to just hold your head still so he can ram his cock in and out of your mouth, he knew he had to be patient, as you were a virgin.

“Mhm, yeah. Suck that cock, pretty girl. You’re so fuckin’ naughty, huh? Lettin’ daddy eat your sweet pussy and now you’re suckin’ his dick. What would your boyfriend say?”

You would never admit this, but his words were spurring you on. Just the idea of being in Rafe’s room, having only talked to him a few times, both of you doing oral on each other, while your boyfriend sat at home.

Obviously, you couldn’t respond. Not when he was beginning to buck his greedy, sculpted hips into your mouth, making you choke on his dick.

You bobbed your head, eagerly trying to please him as your manicured hand stroked the bottom of his shaft.

"Fuck, where'd you learn to suck dick, hm? You secretly a slut?"

Rafe leaned over onto the bed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. His forward motion caused his cock to slide deeper into your tight throat, his balls tensing.

He was going to cum sooner than he wanted to, but he slowly stopped caring. Not when a pretty girl like you was sucking him off so desperately.

"You gonna swallow my load? Drink it all down like a good fuckin' whore?" He grunted, his hand starting to guide you again.

Spit was dribbling down your chin, small gags leaving your dirty mouth as he choked you on his member.

You took your left hand and began to gently massage his balls, feeling the way they tensed up, signaling he was close.

He twitched in your mouth, sexy, deep grunts leaving his filthy mouth.

"Shit, take my cum."

Hot spurts of semen slid down your throat, the sensation and taste of it weird, but not disgusting. You swallowed it down like a shot, gasping and panting for air when he finally released your head from his crotch.

"You look like a cheap whore, spit and cum dripping down your chin. But you love it, huh? Bet that little cunt is just throbbin', desperate for this cock."

A small whimper escaped your mouth involuntarily. He was right, and you hated it.

"Want daddy to take that sweet virginity?" He cooed, watching as you laid on your back and spread your thighs, showing him your leaking cunt.

A guilty shiver ran down your blood, the idea of Rafe Cameron, someone who you had barely any romantic involvement with, taking your virginity instead of your boyfriend or future husband.

But the way his throbbing cock was staring at you, hovering over your aching clit, the idea of just saying fuck it was stronger.

"Ray?"

"What, baby?"

"Can you... nail my pussy? Fuck me hard?" You asked softly, staring up at him with those fucking eyes that drove him insane.

"Yeah? You want daddy to break this cunt in? What about your boyfriend?" He snickered, loving how needy you looked for him.

"He can't please me like you can, please, daddy. Want you to take my virginity, don't wanna wait til marriage." You were pleading pathetically.

His smirk was downright evil as he slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your drenched lips, making sure to tease your clit nice and slow.

"You're not as sweet and innocent as you make it out to be, hm? You're just a desperate cock-whore for daddy."

Another small whine escaped your lips at his degradation, clit throbbing with need.

"Please... need you s'bad."

He leaned down to gently capture your lips in his, although it slowly became more rough as he dominated your tongue and mouth.

He began to gently slide the tip into your leaking hole, the sensation making you gasp into his mouth.

"Relax f'me, yeah?" He murmured, sucking hickeys onto your throat as he began to slide further in.

Desperate fingers dug into his muscular back, eyes squeezed shut as he stretched you out. Luckily, you were soaked, so it was easy for him.

"Feel so good, stretchin' you out on my cock. You're not celibate, huh? Just wanted to wait for daddy."

A soft moan left your throat, feeling him suddenly stop moving. Your chest rose and fell as you gasped for breath, trying to relax enough to make it feel good for yourself and him.

"Rafe, fuck..."

"I know, sweet girl. 'm fully in, just loosen up f'me so I can show this little pussy what 's been missing," he cooed.

It took a few moments, but you finally felt him start to push his hips in and out. Your painted toes curled as he continued to press kisses to your neck, getting sloppy the quicker his sculpted body moved.

"Takin' this dick so well, this pussy was made f'me, yeah?"

You nodded your head, brain fuzzy from the sensation and his naughty words. Rafe fucking Cameron was taking your virginity, inflating his already high ego.

He brought a calloused thumb down to rub your hardened clit, your legs tightening around him at the added pleasure.

"That's it... let daddy claim this needy cunt. Your boyfriend is gonna be so mad, huh? Knowing you're Rafe Cameron's bitch now."

Your walls fluttered around him at his words, a low groan leaving his lips.

"feels so good, daddy," you whined.

He just hummed, his skilled hips rolling roughly into yours, the added pleasure of his thumb on your clit was only driving you closer to the edge of release.

"You gonna cum f'me? You gonna cum on daddy's dick while he takes your slutty virginity?"

"Yes, yes -- shit."

Your orgasm hit you hard, your body shaking as the coil in your tummy snapped. Eyes squeezed shut, walls clenching around his twitching shaft.

"Good girl, good girl. You want daddy to cum in this needy cunt? Give you a baby to remember your first time?"

An embarrassing sound escaped you, head nodding quickly. If you were able to think rationally, you would have said fuck no.

But his body was so warm, his grip was so tight, his thrusts were so rough yet deep, you just begged.

"Please, Ray? Please fuck a baby into me?"

He grunted at your pleading, voice so sweet, how could he refuse?

His hips snapped quickly against yours, grunts and filthy words being poured out from his mouth as he chased his release.

Finally, you felt him twitching, and the new sensation of his cum coating your vaginal walls instead of your throat made you whimper.

"Fuck..." he gasped.

All you could do was pull him down into another sloppy, breathy kiss. Lips smashed together, tongues brushing and fighting.

He rolled over onto his back when he disconnected your swollen lips from his, a big, calloused hand caressing your hip.

"How was that?" He asked softly, a tone you had never heard from him before.

"Really good," you nodded, still out of breath.

He hummed, letting you rest for a moment.

"C'mere, pretty girl."

He guided you onto his lap, still caressing your hip with one hand, the other going to grope your left boob.

"Daddy's gonna teach you how to ride dick now."

Your eyes widened slightly, knowing you were in for a long night.

[rafeysbunny]

‧₊˚ ⋅ i'll show you, rafe cameron

stepbro!rafe x fem!reader

masterlist

synopsis. in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.

warnings. stepbro!rafe, innocent!reader (but she's not an airhead), virgin!reader, smut, fingering, rafe putting in just the tip, oral sex (fem receiving), rafe licks his own creampie.

word count. 4k.

author's note. idea by @matts1andonly. english isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes, don't hold it against me. enjoy!

it's past midnight when you finally slide out of your bedroom without making a sound. you have been waiting patiently for your mom and ward to go to bed so you can do this without risking getting caught. wheezie is already asleep too, sarah is out with john b somewhere, and rafe left the house earlier, not telling anyone where to, so you know he's going to arrive late, as always.

it's the perfect moment.

rafe's room is down the hallway, so you make your way there quietly not to wake anyone, your barefoot feet making soft footstep sounds when you walk. once there, you open the door as carefully as you possibly can, knowing it creaks every time it gets open. this time, thanks to god, it does not.

you manage to sneak into the dormitory unnoticed, then shut the door behind you. the place is dark, only a faint glimmer of moonlight coming in through his curtains, but you want to lay low, so you don't turn on the lights. by all means, the dim lighting is enough for you to spot what you're looking for.

rafe's mac, laying there on his desk.

what's the point behind all of this? you might be wondering. well, let me answer you real quick. turns out, this handsome, muscled college guy has invited you on a date. problem is, you have never been on a date. you haven't even hold hands with a guy romantically before, much less kissed or fucked one. you simply refuse to come off as a prude, which honestly you are, but that dream of a man doesn't need to know that.

and that's why you have decided that it is a good idea to break into your stepbrother's bedroom and borrow his laptop, since yours broke last week, to watch porn in it for the first time.

well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...

you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.

somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.

the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.

how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.

before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.

how are you supposed to know which one to pick?

you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.

"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.

well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.

you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.

"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."

"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.

the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.

"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.

you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.

"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."

"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.

if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.

honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.

"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.

it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.

"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.

there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.

"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"

he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.

"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.

"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"

your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."

"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."

to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?

"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.

"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."

only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.

god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.

"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.

he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.

he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.

your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.

he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."

"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.

the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.

the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.

"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."

"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.

your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.

you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.

as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.

you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.

rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.

he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.

"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.

rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.

"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."

his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.

your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.

rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."

you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.

"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"

rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.

"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.

your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.

taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.

"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.

you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.

he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"

you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.

"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.

withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.

rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.

after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.

"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.

you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.

rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.

"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.

heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.

and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.

"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.

you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.

"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"

"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

"such a good girl," he praises.

at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.

he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.

suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?

he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.

"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."

you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?

it's just the tip.

"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

"rafe," you whimper.

rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.

he can't fucking take this anymore.

with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"jesus, fuck." he grunts.

your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.

"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."

your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.

you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.

this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.

you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.

after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.

[desvyn]

He doesn’t say “I love you” often.

He just brings home your favorite drink without asking.

He buys the ugly little pink plushie you pointed at one time three weeks ago and tosses it on the bed like it's no big deal. Doesn’t even look at you. Just mutters,

“Figured you’d like it. Don’t make it a thing.”

It is a thing. Your chest is full.

You once complained offhandedly about your favorite ramen spot being closed for the day.

The next day he made you ramen. From scratch. With a scowl on his face and flour on his nose.

When you get cold, he doesn’t ask. Just grumbles,

“Come here,” and throws a blanket over both of you. arm around your waist, hand rubbing your hip under the fabric.

When you’re sick, he doesn’t say a word. Just disappears and comes back with four bags of medicine, three different kinds of soup, and a plushie shaped like a strawberry cow.

The cashier asked if it was for his kid.

He said, “No. For my wife.” And then made direct eye contact until the guy stopped smiling.

He doesn’t show his love loudly. He just gives you the last bite of his food without asking. He puts himself between you and the street when you walk. He silently kneels to help you tie your shoe if you’re struggling with the laces. He gets irrationally angry if your socks are wet.

“Why didn’t you tell me your feet were cold? What am I here for then?”

And when you tell him you love him? He freezes for a second, ears going red. Then mutters, voice low,

“…You know I love you too. You always know.”

DESVYN

[breathe-101]

The long drive home!

Characters: Jacob Scipio and writer.

Dear diary,


Hehehe, look at you and your nosy self.

There's some PG18 stuff I need to share.

As you were!


Sooooo, I’ve been dating Jacob for about six months now.

It was my idea to keep it private of course.

Honestly, after loving him from a distance for so long, I just wanted to give it a chance.

You know better than anyone that he's my first boyfriend.

It's exciting but I can't really say I'm not scared.

Just a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

Oh my days what the fork am I saying!


Anyway, having flown in this morning he insisted on picking me up after work.

I didn’t want him to cause man needed sleep.

The press tour was long and to expect anything from him now was just ridiculous.

We settled on spending the weekend together.

It’s been a hectic week and sleep was all I wanted really.

I don’t think coffee is the answer anymore, might just give myself heart failure at this rate.
 
Oooo and before we move on with the story, I actually said goodbye to my colleagues before leaving the office today.

Talk about progress.

Still don't really like them though.

Anyways, back to the story.


Jacobs black Jaguar pulled up out front.

Sprinting to the car, my first thought was to get the fuck out of there before my colleagues

had something to write about in the group chat.

Forget the butterflies of excitement welling up in my tummy, those villians gossip like fish wives.


Jumping in, there he was, you know.

After weeks of FaceTiming he was actually here.

‘Hi’ I whispered. It was all I could manage in that moment.

No judgement please!


Jacobs hair had grown longer.

Dark curls bouncing effortlessly as he moved his head, looking at me then the road again.

I hadn't even realised we’d started moving.

He had one hand on the wheel and the other now resting comfortably on my thigh giving it a slight squeeze.

You know that grip.

The one that makes you all giddy. Ahhhhh!!!


Okay, so. My eyes made their way down his face, his skin looked good.

Clear and somehow giving off a glow.

He didn’t have any makeup on having had the morning off.

I liked his bare face.

His almond eyes looked more defined against his now darker completion.

Guess the Florida sun agrees with him cause even his lashes looked longer.
The car came to a sudden stop.

Red light.

Lips parting slowly, his face turned towards me and he finally whispered,

‘Hi'. You knowwww, the way guys do when they want you to lean in closer cause you can't hear what they're saying.

Hmmmmm, I see you Jacob!


I watched him unable to speak.

I had so many things I wanted to tell him about

and so many questions to ask but, nothing.

I just happily stared at the amused expression on his face.

His scent filled my nose as he placed his hand on my cheek, outlining my brow then gliding down to rest on my neck.

‘I missed you' he whispered again.

Aaaahhhhh! (Hand on the chest level of excitement)


I followed his inspecting eyes as they made their way up my body.

Starting with my stocking covered legs, then a glance at my full thighs.

Eyes stopping at my chest, Jacob slowly released a deep breath then quickly looked me in the eye.

I could feel him moving closer, fingers caressing the short hair on the back of my neck.

Beeeeeeep!

His gaze sharply turned back to the road as the honking snapped us out of the moment.

Seriously!


It was a long drive to my apartment.

I'd just started a new job and hadn't found a closer place yet.

Note to self, get that sorted ASAP.

He'd packed a bag for the weekend and had several paper bags I didn't recognise.

I wanted to ask but exhaustion got the better of me.

We drove in silence.

Both of us reluctant to disturb the heavy tension in the air.

We'd said a few words about our weekend plans then continued an amusing dance of stealing glances at each other. 
This was all new to me. I'd never really liked someone this much.

I just wanted to touch him.

Feel the weight of his legs wrapped around me and rest my head on his chiseled chest.

He'd been working out.

I could tell. Jacobs arms had grown bigger more defined.

The dark T-shirt hugged his bicep as he loosely held the wheel.

I could see the outline of his abs under the fitted shirt.

His waist looked smaller against his broad shoulders.

His legs had grown bigger, leaner.

Jacob was holding my hand now, squeezing it lightly, stroking my finger with his thumb.

Keep it together girl!


We made a quick stop to get some snacks for the road then continued home.

The heavy atmosphere and smooth car ride made me drowsy.

I wanted to look at him longer but my eyes were fighting a losing battle.

I'd forgotten just how cute he was when he was happy.

Jacobs face broke into a mischievous smile, amused by the drowsy look on my face.


'I thought you were excited to see me. How dare you fall asleep.' He chuckled,

admiring my blushing face unaware of the Pervy thoughts flying around in there.

I let out a lazy laugh, pulling his warm hand closer to my chest.


Jacob moved his hand down to my legs, slowly caressing my inner thigh.

I looked up at him, eyes half closed.

The sky had grown dark, low lights hitting his face, outlining his now fuller beard.

He looked good, really good.

Jacobs hand slowly made its way further between my legs, strong fingers sliding their way against my tight stockings.

I shifted, slightly parting them in response.

Feeling a strong tug, they ripped making way for his fingers.

Hand lightly tracing the ladder paving its way down my inner thigh, his grip on the wheel tightened.


The car stopped.

Red light.

Taking advantage of the short pause, he leaned over, his face right up against mine.

Moving even closer, breathing heavily, I anticipated the feel of his warm, full lips... but he stopped. Such a tease!

His warm breath now flowed into my slightly parted lips.

I was struggling to keep my eyes open but I craved him.

I craved the mouth I hadn't felt for three weeks.

I wanted to bite his plump lip, feel him wince against me then aggressively come back for more.

Invading my mouth, not knowing where his saliva started and mine ended.

Licking the blood off his lip wanting more of him on my tongue.

Girrrrl who are you!

Holding my gaze, he slowly lowered my car seat then turned to face the road.

‘Rest.' He demanded.

The car started moving again.

‘You fiend' I muttered under my breath.


I could feel my body fully relax into the seat as sleep came over me.

But his hand started moving again this time moving closer .

Hhhmmmm This man will be the death of me, I swear.

I'd like to sleep now ,Sir. If you don't mind.'

He let out a deep chuckle, pinching my thigh in the process.

I jumped surprised by the sudden attack.

I smacked his hand and he chuckled again. 'Such a tease' I muttered accusingly.


The hand crept even closer caressing back and forth,

reaching its goal then moving away again.

The frustration from exhaustion and this slow seduction had my body screaming.

Eyes closed I grabbed his hand and slowly guided it up to where we both wanted it.

Parting my legs further, I arched my back, moving my hips higher up the seat to give him a better view.

‘I’d like to drive if you don't mind' his deep voice tugging at my stomach.

I chuckled leaning my head back giving him a good view of my now exposed throat.

‘You can have your hand back if you need it. You seem to be doing just fine with one'.

‘Hmmm' he reluctantly moaned in agreement.


The car stopped, another red light.

Sitting up, I moved closer to him.

Squeezing his hand tighter between my thighs.

I stared into his eyes, reflecting the GPS light. Moving his other hand off the wheel,

I placed it firmly around my throat, squeezing slightly.

We stared at each other desire hanging heavy in the small space.

Eyes barely open I parted my lips, releasing a slow breath, coated with the smell of Maltesers, his favourite.

My hot breath hit his lips then moved down to his throat.

I swallowed.

Making sure his hand felt every inch of the movement before moving it slowly down to my erect nipple.

Orange light.

Peeling his hand off my breast, I returned it to the wheel.

Moving away, I settled back into my seat, fully closing my eyes.

Green light.

‘You should drive Mr Scipio. Don't want to hold up traffic now do we?’

Running his fingers through his hair, eyes fixated on my charged body, Jacob slowly accelerated.

‘You f*cking tease' he breathed, pinching my thigh again as he turned to face the road.

PS: I’ll tell you the rest later xx