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The key to my soul.

Aska. She/her. Ate-teen. Rafe Camerons bae. Your local overthinker. Perfectionist. Atheist. Brunette. Pale girly. Girls girl. Much cooler on the internet.

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❝ Wet dreams ❞

Rafe wakes you up after having a rather interesting dream.

Warnings: Smut, p n v, swearing, authors first language isn't english.

"Oh shit Rafe.. don't stop, fuck"

It's almost been an hour.

An hour since he woke you up hard and needy and your still bouncing on his cock as if you didn't just have three orgasms already.

Rafe's cum is leaking out of you with every needy drop of your hips, streaking down his cock, coating his balls, your thighs are also coated with it, but you don't want to stop.

Your pyjamas is shoved right over your chest—bounced high above your breasts, leaving them bare and beautiful as they bounce with every movement.

The fabric digs against your ribs, doing absolutely nothing to hide the way your tits lift and fall for him.

Not that you wanted to hide it from him.

The sight makes his breath hitch, then he reaches up, squeezing rougly on one of them, his thumb flicks over the stiff peak just once to hear you gasp. Then he rolls his hand over it until your back arches and you shudder even tighter around him.

– "Fuck baby, you're making me go crazy" he groans, hips bucking slightly upwards to meet you halfway.

His hands grip your ass, almost hard enough to bruise, but yet not in a controlling way.

His voice is completely wrecked, low and heavy, – "You're dripping everywhere"

You whimper, head tipping forward as you bounce harder, faster, desperate to get to the edge even though your body already is telling you that it's clearly too much.

His cock drags against every ridge inside of you, swollen from how long he's been hard, from how many times he already has cummed and from how deep inside you his cock is.

Another gush of his release slips out when you lift almost all the way off, only to slam back down.

Rafe's hips yerk up almost involuntarily, meeting your next drop with a sharp thrust that punches a broken cry from your throat.

Your nails digs into his shoulders for levererage, leaving fresh red lines over the old ones you left just a few days prior.

You grind down in slow, filthy circles now, feeling every thick inch stretch inside you.

He groans, long—suffering, his head tipping back. – "Fuck, you're killing me"

You lean forward, lips brushing his ear, voice a trembling mess between pants. – "Mmph, i'm gonna cum"

His hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to pull you into a messy kiss, tongue and all.

His hips snap up harder now, meeting your rhythm.

He had to do his dream justice.

Ი︵𐑼

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𑣲 Aska speaks: Thank you to everyone who reached out after reading "fuck buddies" It's truly insane how much love i've gotten ❤️ It's really stuff like that that makes you want to write more. I hope everyone enjoys this just as much.

Join my taglist here !!

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❝ Wet dreams ❞

Rafe wakes you up after having a rather interesting dream.

Warnings: Smut, p n v, swearing, authors first language isn't english.

"Oh shit Rafe.. don't stop, fuck"

It's almost been an hour.

An hour since he woke you up hard and needy and your still bouncing on his cock as if you didn't just have three orgasms already.

Rafe's cum is leaking out of you with every needy drop of your hips, streaking down his cock, coating his balls, your thighs are also coated with it, but you don't want to stop.

Your pyjamas is shoved right over your chest—bounced high above your breasts, leaving them bare and beautiful as they bounce with every movement.

The fabric digs against your ribs, doing absolutely nothing to hide the way your tits lift and fall for him.

Not that you wanted to hide it from him.

The sight makes his breath hitch, then he reaches up, squeezing rougly on one of them, his thumb flicks over the stiff peak just once to hear you gasp. Then he rolls his hand over it until your back arches and you shudder even tighter around him.

– "Fuck baby, you're making me go crazy" he groans, hips bucking slightly upwards to meet you halfway.

His hands grip your ass, almost hard enough to bruise, but yet not in a controlling way.

His voice is completely wrecked, low and heavy, – "You're dripping everywhere"

You whimper, head tipping forward as you bounce harder, faster, desperate to get to the edge even though your body already is telling you that it's clearly too much.

His cock drags against every ridge inside of you, swollen from how long he's been hard, from how many times he already has cummed and from how deep inside you his cock is.

Another gush of his release slips out when you lift almost all the way off, only to slam back down.

Rafe's hips yerk up almost involuntarily, meeting your next drop with a sharp thrust that punches a broken cry from your throat.

Your nails digs into his shoulders for levererage, leaving fresh red lines over the old ones you left just a few days prior.

You grind down in slow, filthy circles now, feeling every thick inch stretch inside you.

He groans, long—suffering, his head tipping back. – "Fuck, you're killing me"

You lean forward, lips brushing his ear, voice a trembling mess between pants. – "Mmph, i'm gonna cum"

His hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to pull you into a messy kiss, tongue and all.

His hips snap up harder now, meeting your rhythm.

He had to do his dream justice.

Ი︵𐑼

© Bumblebeeaes - All rights reserved, do not use, copy or feed my work to ai.

𑣲 Aska speaks: Thank you to everyone who reached out after reading "fuck buddies" It's truly insane how much love i've gotten ❤️ It's really stuff like that that makes you want to write more. I hope everyone enjoys this just as much.

Join my taglist here !!

[bumblebeeaes]

❝ Wet dreams ❞

Rafe wakes you up after having a rather interesting dream.

Warnings: Smut, p n v, swearing, authors first language isn't english.

"Oh shit Rafe.. don't stop, fuck"

It's almost been an hour.

An hour since he woke you up hard and needy and your still bouncing on his cock as if you didn't just have three orgasms already.

Rafe's cum is leaking out of you with every needy drop of your hips, streaking down his cock, coating his balls, your thighs are also coated with it, but you don't want to stop.

Your pyjamas is shoved right over your chest—bounced high above your breasts, leaving them bare and beautiful as they bounce with every movement.

The fabric digs against your ribs, doing absolutely nothing to hide the way your tits lift and fall for him.

Not that you wanted to hide it from him.

The sight makes his breath hitch, then he reaches up, squeezing rougly on one of them, his thumb flicks over the stiff peak just once to hear you gasp. Then he rolls his hand over it until your back arches and you shudder even tighter around him.

– "Fuck baby, you're making me go crazy" he groans, hips bucking slightly upwards to meet you halfway.

His hands grip your ass, almost hard enough to bruise, but yet not in a controlling way.

His voice is completely wrecked, low and heavy, – "You're dripping everywhere"

You whimper, head tipping forward as you bounce harder, faster, desperate to get to the edge even though your body already is telling you that it's clearly too much.

His cock drags against every ridge inside of you, swollen from how long he's been hard, from how many times he already has cummed and from how deep inside you his cock is.

Another gush of his release slips out when you lift almost all the way off, only to slam back down.

Rafe's hips yerk up almost involuntarily, meeting your next drop with a sharp thrust that punches a broken cry from your throat.

Your nails digs into his shoulders for levererage, leaving fresh red lines over the old ones you left just a few days prior.

You grind down in slow, filthy circles now, feeling every thick inch stretch inside you.

He groans, long—suffering, his head tipping back. – "Fuck, you're killing me"

You lean forward, lips brushing his ear, voice a trembling mess between pants. – "Mmph, i'm gonna cum"

His hands slide up your back, tangling in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to pull you into a messy kiss, tongue and all.

His hips snap up harder now, meeting your rhythm.

He had to do his dream justice.

Ი︵𐑼

© Bumblebeeaes - All rights reserved, do not use, copy or feed my work to ai.

𑣲 Aska speaks: Thank you to everyone who reached out after reading "fuck buddies" It's truly insane how much love i've gotten ❤️ It's really stuff like that that makes you want to write more. I hope everyone enjoys this just as much.

Join my taglist here !!

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❝ Fuck buddies ❞

You and Rafe finally get the house to yourselves over the summer, and you quite literally can't get enough of eachother.

Warnings: Smut, mention of p n v, oral, fem! And male! Recieving. Authors first language isn't english. Mention of alcohol and drugs.

Ever since summer started and Ward and Rose went to Barbados you and Rafe literally can't stop touching eachother.

Maybe it was Wards fault for leaving two very hormonal nineteen year olds alone in a big empty house.

When the others were home, Rafe had always been so careful. He rarely ever fucked you, scared to death that someone was going to walk in on you two. He'd eat you out once in a while, keeping a steady hand over your throat to muffle your sounds.

But now that you had the whole house to yourselves, everything changed.

The warm summer days you were supposed to spend by the pool or on the beach turned into long filthy sessions where you'd ride him until you just couldn't take it anymore.

Your embarassingly wet pussy taking his hard and thick cock so well.

It became a habit, a bad one. You'd cancel on friends because Rafe gripped your waist just a little to hard before leaving the house. Or because you wore a too revealing dress and just Rafe couldn't help himself.

He'd find you by the pool, chilling in one of the sunbeds, wearing one of those oh so slutty bikinis he once bought you.

He'd walk up to you from behind, press slow and hot kisses to your neck before bending you over and fucking you deep and hard while the faint sound of water splashing in the pool filled your ears.

He'd find you in the kitchen while you're cooking, pulling you away from the stove for a moment all for a short dry- humping session that left you both soaked and desperate for eachother.

And most days, he'd offer to drive you to your friends house, only to park on the street next to hers.

" Just a quickie. "

That was what he said every single time, but that quickie, turned into so much more and all of a sudden you were twenty minutes late to a girls night out and had five missed calls.

Oh it was unhealthy, it really was. — How the two of you just couldn't keep your hands off eachother, no matter how hard you tried.

And it was even more unhealthy how fucking was the only thing you did. You had been dating for awhile, usually seeing eachother at parties, only having time for a quick makeout session in the bathroom before saying your goodbyes.

And of course, the times where he'd invite you over only to eat you out, he'd force you to climb through the window instead of taking the main door. Just so that Ward wouldn’t find out that he was having girls over aswell.

Ward truly saw Rafe as a failure og some kind—which of course, you did understand.

He was a drug addict, spent his daddys money on buying motorcycles and well—drugs. He could be gone for a full day and come home at 2:am with no explanation of where he had been or who he had been with.

Of course that would make a father worry.

But Rafe didn't understand, perhaps he was too deep into the drug addiction and the self hate that he just saw himself as the failure his father believed him to be.

But without an explanation.

And he tried, oh he did try so hard to have his fathers approval. Even if that came with hiding you from him.

That hurt you, you loved Rafe and all you wished for was that he would feel the love, feel the love that so many people around him held for him.

Not only you.

But what hurt you even more was that you truly only saw eachother to fuck and drink. You couldn't remember the last time you and Rafe had done something, "coupely" together.

If that even was a word.

You just fucked and drank, fucked and drank. Sometimes in between rounds. But yeah, that was truly all that you were.

Fuck buddies.

Ი︵𐑼

© Bumblebeeaes - All rights reserved, do not use, copy or feed my work to ai.

𑣲 Aska speaks: This turned out so bad towards the end and it's pissing me off.. it felt as if I was just writing down whatever words came to mind without actually putting any thought into it. Well well, I hope everyone enjoyed reading either way. And I hope i'm your new fav Rafe writer after this.. perhaps 😉 (jk)

[bumblebeeaes]

❝ Fuck buddies ❞

You and Rafe finally get the house to yourselves over the summer, and you quite literally can't get enough of eachother.

Warnings: Smut, mention of p n v, oral, fem! And male! Recieving. Authors first language isn't english. Mention of alcohol and drugs.

Ever since summer started and Ward and Rose went to Barbados you and Rafe literally can't stop touching eachother.

Maybe it was Wards fault for leaving two very hormonal nineteen year olds alone in a big empty house.

When the others were home, Rafe had always been so careful. He rarely ever fucked you, scared to death that someone was going to walk in on you two. He'd eat you out once in a while, keeping a steady hand over your throat to muffle your sounds.

But now that you had the whole house to yourselves, everything changed.

The warm summer days you were supposed to spend by the pool or on the beach turned into long filthy sessions where you'd ride him until you just couldn't take it anymore.

Your embarassingly wet pussy taking his hard and thick cock so well.

It became a habit, a bad one. You'd cancel on friends because Rafe gripped your waist just a little to hard before leaving the house. Or because you wore a too revealing dress and just Rafe couldn't help himself.

He'd find you by the pool, chilling in one of the sunbeds, wearing one of those oh so slutty bikinis he once bought you.

He'd walk up to you from behind, press slow and hot kisses to your neck before bending you over and fucking you deep and hard while the faint sound of water splashing in the pool filled your ears.

He'd find you in the kitchen while you're cooking, pulling you away from the stove for a moment all for a short dry- humping session that left you both soaked and desperate for eachother.

And most days, he'd offer to drive you to your friends house, only to park on the street next to hers.

" Just a quickie. "

That was what he said every single time, but that quickie, turned into so much more and all of a sudden you were twenty minutes late to a girls night out and had five missed calls.

Oh it was unhealthy, it really was. — How the two of you just couldn't keep your hands off eachother, no matter how hard you tried.

And it was even more unhealthy how fucking was the only thing you did. You had been dating for awhile, usually seeing eachother at parties, only having time for a quick makeout session in the bathroom before saying your goodbyes.

And of course, the times where he'd invite you over only to eat you out, he'd force you to climb through the window instead of taking the main door. Just so that Ward wouldn’t find out that he was having girls over aswell.

Ward truly saw Rafe as a failure og some kind—which of course, you did understand.

He was a drug addict, spent his daddys money on buying motorcycles and well—drugs. He could be gone for a full day and come home at 2:am with no explanation of where he had been or who he had been with.

Of course that would make a father worry.

But Rafe didn't understand, perhaps he was too deep into the drug addiction and the self hate that he just saw himself as the failure his father believed him to be.

But without an explanation.

And he tried, oh he did try so hard to have his fathers approval. Even if that came with hiding you from him.

That hurt you, you loved Rafe and all you wished for was that he would feel the love, feel the love that so many people around him held for him.

Not only you.

But what hurt you even more was that you truly only saw eachother to fuck and drink. You couldn't remember the last time you and Rafe had done something, "coupely" together.

If that even was a word.

You just fucked and drank, fucked and drank. Sometimes in between rounds. But yeah, that was truly all that you were.

Fuck buddies.

Ი︵𐑼

© Bumblebeeaes - All rights reserved, do not use, copy or feed my work to ai.

𑣲 Aska speaks: This turned out so bad towards the end and it's pissing me off.. it felt as if I was just writing down whatever words came to mind without actually putting any thought into it. Well well, I hope everyone enjoyed reading either way. And I hope i'm your new fav Rafe writer after this.. perhaps 😉 (jk)

[bumblebeeaes]

❝ Fuck buddies ❞

You and Rafe finally get the house to yourselves over the summer, and you quite literally can't get enough of eachother.

Warnings: Smut, mention of p n v, oral, fem! And male! Recieving. Authors first language isn't english. Mention of alcohol and drugs.

Ever since summer started and Ward and Rose went to Barbados you and Rafe literally can't stop touching eachother.

Maybe it was Wards fault for leaving two very hormonal nineteen year olds alone in a big empty house.

When the others were home, Rafe had always been so careful. He rarely ever fucked you, scared to death that someone was going to walk in on you two. He'd eat you out once in a while, keeping a steady hand over your throat to muffle your sounds.

But now that you had the whole house to yourselves, everything changed.

The warm summer days you were supposed to spend by the pool or on the beach turned into long filthy sessions where you'd ride him until you just couldn't take it anymore.

Your embarassingly wet pussy taking his hard and thick cock so well.

It became a habit, a bad one. You'd cancel on friends because Rafe gripped your waist just a little to hard before leaving the house. Or because you wore a too revealing dress and just Rafe couldn't help himself.

He'd find you by the pool, chilling in one of the sunbeds, wearing one of those oh so slutty bikinis he once bought you.

He'd walk up to you from behind, press slow and hot kisses to your neck before bending you over and fucking you deep and hard while the faint sound of water splashing in the pool filled your ears.

He'd find you in the kitchen while you're cooking, pulling you away from the stove for a moment all for a short dry- humping session that left you both soaked and desperate for eachother.

And most days, he'd offer to drive you to your friends house, only to park on the street next to hers.

" Just a quickie. "

That was what he said every single time, but that quickie, turned into so much more and all of a sudden you were twenty minutes late to a girls night out and had five missed calls.

Oh it was unhealthy, it really was. — How the two of you just couldn't keep your hands off eachother, no matter how hard you tried.

And it was even more unhealthy how fucking was the only thing you did. You had been dating for awhile, usually seeing eachother at parties, only having time for a quick makeout session in the bathroom before saying your goodbyes.

And of course, the times where he'd invite you over only to eat you out, he'd force you to climb through the window instead of taking the main door. Just so that Ward wouldn’t find out that he was having girls over aswell.

Ward truly saw Rafe as a failure og some kind—which of course, you did understand.

He was a drug addict, spent his daddys money on buying motorcycles and well—drugs. He could be gone for a full day and come home at 2:am with no explanation of where he had been or who he had been with.

Of course that would make a father worry.

But Rafe didn't understand, perhaps he was too deep into the drug addiction and the self hate that he just saw himself as the failure his father believed him to be.

But without an explanation.

And he tried, oh he did try so hard to have his fathers approval. Even if that came with hiding you from him.

That hurt you, you loved Rafe and all you wished for was that he would feel the love, feel the love that so many people around him held for him.

Not only you.

But what hurt you even more was that you truly only saw eachother to fuck and drink. You couldn't remember the last time you and Rafe had done something, "coupely" together.

If that even was a word.

You just fucked and drank, fucked and drank. Sometimes in between rounds. But yeah, that was truly all that you were.

Fuck buddies.

Ი︵𐑼

© Bumblebeeaes - All rights reserved, do not use, copy or feed my work to ai.

𑣲 Aska speaks: This turned out so bad towards the end and it's pissing me off.. it felt as if I was just writing down whatever words came to mind without actually putting any thought into it. Well well, I hope everyone enjoyed reading either way. And I hope i'm your new fav Rafe writer after this.. perhaps 😉 (jk)

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