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BABY ILL STAY HEAVEN CAN WAIT
⋆ INDIA ⋆౨ৎ · 9teen . taylor russell’s angel . sade . frank ocean . mariah the scientist . Silver jewelry. rom coms . crying . sweets . matcha.
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pls omg rough jermajesty smut where he talks you though it aggressively
JERMAJESTY!JACKSON X READER
18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut
Jermajesty’s family had come through earlier that day.
His brothers plus a couple cousins.
They’d spent the afternoon outside on the deck overlooking the water.
They were drinking, smoking cigars, and playing a relaxed round of golf outside .
As much as he loved having them there, laughing and catching up, Jermajesty had been fighting the entire time to keep his hands off you.
Watching you in that little pink skirt, smiling and fitting in perfectly with his people, had him rock hard for hours.
By the time everyone finally left, he was done holding back.
The second the door closed, he was on you.
He found you in the bedroom straightening up.
Without a word he grabbed you, spinning you around and bending you over the edge of the bed.
“You been teasing me all damn day,” he growled, yanking your skirt up and ripping your panties down your thighs.
He shoved his sweats low, his thick, hard cock springing free.
“I been sitting out there with my brothers, drinking and smoking, pretending I wasn’t thinking about bending you over like this.”
He rubbed the fat head of his dick against your slick folds, then thrust in hard, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal stroke.
“Fuck, Pa!” you cried out, gripping the sheets.
“Shut the fuck up and take it,” he snarled, one hand fisting your curls tightly as he started pounding you without mercy.
His hips slapped loudly against your ass with every aggressive thrust.
“This pussy been wet for me all day, hasn’t it?”
“While you were sitting on my lap being all sweet for my family.”
He leaned over you, chest pressed to your back.
His silver chain was cold against your skin as he spoke filth right in your ear.
“Arch that back deeper.”
“Yeah, just like that.”
“Let me fuck this tight little pussy how I want.”
“You feel how deep I’m going?”
“That’s my spot right there. Don’t you dare move.”
You moaned loudly, legs shaking as he railed you.
He slapped your ass hard, the sound echoing.
“Tell me whose pussy this is,” he demanded, voice rough and aggressive, never slowing his brutal pace.
“Yours, Jermajesty. It’s yours!” you gasped.
“Louder, baby.”
“I can’t hear you ma speak up.”
“Who the fuck owns this wet ass pussy?”
“You do!”
“It’s yours, Pa. Fuck, please.”
“Good fucking girl.”
He reached around and rubbed your clit roughly while slamming into you.
“Now take every inch.”
“Don’t run.”
“Push that ass back on this dick like you been needing it all day.”
“You gonna cum all over me, you hear me?”
“Don’t make me tell you again mama.”
He kept talking you through it, filthy, aggressive commands mixed with praise, until you came hard around him, crying out his name.
Only then did he bury himself deep and cum with a low groan, filling you completely.
He stayed pressed against you for a moment, breathing heavy, before kissing the back of your neck a little softer.
“Been waiting all day for that,” he murmured.
“Love you, baby.”
“ love you to pa “
A/N - request are open !
KEEP YOU SAFE
JERMAJESTY!JACKSON X READER
18+ Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut
In which jermajesty strictly forbids his girl from going to her friend's wild party, but she goes anyway
You were straddling him in bed earlier that week.
Fingers playing through his buzz cut and scruff while he watched the game.
His big hands rested on your thighs, thumbs rubbing slow little circles.
“Babe… my friend throwing this party this weekend. Can I go?”
Jermajesty’s jaw tightened.
“Nah, ma. I don’t want you there.”
“Why not? It’s just my friends please .”
“Them parties get messy quick. Heavy drinking, smoking all types of shit, random dudes everywhere. You a good girl. Stay home.”
You let it go that night… but you still went.
The music was bumping, lights low, apartment packed.
You felt good in that tight black dress, hips moving to every beat.
Tequila had you loose and feeling yourself.
You kept posting stories, laughing, taking shots, shaking ass.
Knowing he was seeing every single one.
Your phone kept lighting up. Calls. Texts.
You ignored all of them and kept turning up.
A couple hours in, the energy changed.
People whispering, looking toward the door.
You turned around and there he was.
Jermajesty walking through the crowd, eyes locked on you.
Looking way too good for somebody who was mad, and that only made your stomach twist more
He came straight up to you.
“Get your stuff. We leaving.”
You crossed your arms, still buzzing.
“I’m not ready to go yet.”
He stepped closer, voice low.
“I said get in the car.”
The look he gave you made your stomach want to flip.
You grabbed your purse and followed him out the door.
The ride home was dead silent.
Tension thick in the air.
“So you just gon’ drag me out like I’m some kid? I’m overly grown, Jermajesty… I can go out with my friends if I want to.”
He gripped the steering wheel tighter, speeding up, jaw flexing.
He Said nothing.
“You really not gon’ say shit?”
When you got to the house he parked but didn’t move.
“Go in the house.”
“You not coming in?”
“Go. In. The. House.”
You went inside mad.
A minute later his heavy footsteps came down the hall.
He filled the bedroom doorway, looking big and pissed.
“Who the fuck you think you talking to?”
“I’m talking to you… you can’t just control where I go like that.”
“Take that dress off. Now.”
You unzipped it and let it drop.
He moved fast, big hands spinning you around and bending you over the bed.
He yanked your thong down, pushed in deep in one hard stroke.
“You went anyway,” he growled in your ear.
One hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip tight.
“Shaking your ass on stories for everybody. Ignoring my calls. Talking crazy in my car. This what you wanted?”
“Maybe… but you didn’t have to come get me like that—”
He fucked you with deep, heavy strokes, hips slamming into your ass.
You reached back, nails scratching down his back.
It felt all too intense and you attempted to crawl up the bed.
His strong hand caught your wrist, keeping you on the mattress.
His chest pressed hard against your back, holding you still.
“Nah. Don’t run from me. Take this dick.”
He rubbed your clit with thick fingers while pounding into you.
“You’re so rough… but it feels too good…”
Towards the end he slowed down, deep grinding strokes.
Breath hot on your neck.
“If something were to happen to you… fuck, baby… I don’t know what I’d do.”
“That’s why I don’t want you out there like that. Can’t lose you.”
“I know… I’m sorry… you feel so good like this…”
He buried himself deep and came hard, groaning low.
Your orgasm hit right after, body shaking.
Jermajesty let your wrist go gently and pulled out slow.
Then turned you over.
He got in bed and pulled you into his arms against his chest.
He started kissing you softly everywhere.
Your forehead, eyes, nose, jaw, neck, and all the marks he left.
His big hands rubbed slow circles on your back and thighs.
“You didn’t have to be that rough with me,” you whispered.
“I know, ma. I’m sorry. You just scared me tonight.”
He cupped your face, gently grabbed your chin.
“I’m sorry if I was being mean, mama. I just wanna keep you safe.”
“I know you do… I shouldn’t have gone when you told me not to.”
“Them parties turn bad fast. You my good girl.”
“But if you ever really wanna go to one… I’ll take you myself, okay? We can go together.”
He kept kissing you softly.
His scruff tickled your skin and made you giggle.
“You forgive me, ma?”
You rolled your eyes, smiling.
“I guess…”
He chuckled and pulled you into his chest , kissing you again.
You stayed curled up on his chest, safe in his arms.
A/n - requests are open !
₊˚⊹⋆SECOND CHANCES₊˚⊹⋆
CAMERON!CADE X READER
18+. Explicit rough sex, possessive talk, very detailed smut
After Cam and his girl break up over a photo, he can’t function and shows up at her door.
The rain was coming down in sheets, the kind that made the whole city feel like it was crying with him. Cameron stood on her doorstep in a soaked black hoodie clinging to every cut of his chest and arms, buzz cut dripping, eyes bloodshot from too many sleepless nights and too much Henny trying to fill the hole she left. In one hand he clutched a bouquet of blush-pink roses wrapped in brown paper her exact favorite shade, The petals were soaked, but he didn’t give a damn. He’d driven through the storm just to have something in his hands that proved he still remembered every little thing about her.
Three weeks. Twenty-one nights of pure torture since that picture from the club blew everything up. One drunk half-second, one stranger’s hand on his waist, one flash that cost him the only woman he’d ever truly loved.
He knocked like a man possessed.
The door cracked open.
And there she was.
Wrapped in a black lace short nightgown that looked like lingerie. The hem barely kissed mid-thigh, sheer panels showing off the curve of her hips, nipples just barely hidden behind delicate floral patterns. hair wild and frizzy from tossing in her sleep, one strap sliding off her shoulder, eyes narrowed into slits.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her chest, pushing everything up like a threat.
“Cameron Amir Cade,” she drawled, thick in every syllable, “you got some big-ass balls showing up here at two in the morning looking like a wet dog holding flowers like that’s supposed to erase the fact you had some girl all up on you .
He swallowed rainwater and pride.
“These are for you,” he said, voice rough, holding out the soaked roses like a peace offering. “I know you hate when they get wet, but I couldn’t come empty-handed.”
She stared at the roses, then at him, mean-mugging so hard her lip curled.
“Clock starts now Cameron “
She spun, nightgown swishing against her thighs as she spun on her bare feet.
He followed, shutting the door, dripping all over her hardwood floor.
The apartment smelled like her peach candles half-burned, vanilla-brown-sugar body butter, faint weed smoke. The living room was evidence fuzzy blanket balled up on the couch, empty Häagen-Dazs with the spoon still in it, his hoodie draped over the armrest like she couldn’t decide whether to burn it or sleep in it.
She flopped onto the couch, legs tucked, nightgown riding high.
“Talk.”
Cam peeled off the soaked hoodie, white beater clinging to every muscle, and dropped to his knees in front of her, laying the roses gently on the coffee table.
“I smiled for half a second because I was drunk and stupid and didn’t see the phone. I pushed her off right after. I swear on my life, on my mama, on these roses—nothing happened. But I know that don’t fix how it made you feel. And I hate myself for that more than you hate me right now.”
She sucked her teeth, looked away, arms folded tight.
“You looked real comfortable letting her touch what’s mine, Cam.”
“You are mine,” he said instantly, voice cracking. “And I’m yours. That’s never changed. Not for one second.”
“You don’t get to claim me after you let the whole internet think you were single and you didnt even attempt to clear it up.”
He reached for her hands; this time she let him take them, even if her grip was ice.
“I’m on my knees, baby. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten right, haven’t smiled for real since you left. I’m sick without you. Literally sick.”
Her lip trembled, but she bit it bloody.
He brought her hands to his mouth, kissed her knuckles like they were sacred.
“ I see you everywhere. In my passenger seat. In my bed. On my lock screen. I’m lost without you.”
She broke then—ugly, angry tears, launching herself at him. He caught her mid-air, roses forgotten, her legs wrapping his waist, nightgown riding all the way up as she kissed him like punishment and forgiveness at once. He kissed back like a drowning man finally getting air, hands sliding under lace, gripping her ass hard enough to leave prints.
She ripped his beater off, nails raking down his chest.
“ fuck me like you miss me,” she hissed against his lips.
He growled, carried her to the bedroom, kicked the door shut so hard it rattled.
Clothes hit the floor in a trail his beater, his sweats , her nightgown torn clean off because patience was dead tonight.
He threw her on the bed, climbed over her, eyes black with need.
“Spread your legs. Let me see what I’ve been missing.”
She did—slow, defiant, lace scraps still clinging to one wrist.
He dove in lmouth on her before she could blink, licking slow, filthy stripes, sucking her clit until her thighs shook around his ears. She screamed, back bowing, hands fisting the sheets.
He didn’t stop until she came on his tongue twice.
Then he flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, spread her open with both thumbs.
Watched his cum from the first round drip slow and thick out of her.
Dragged his tongue through the mess, licking it all up, pushing it back inside her with his tongue, over and over until she was sobbing into the pillow, begging.
When he finally came up for air, lips glossy, chin dripping, he flipped her again, folded her in half knees to her shoulders and slid in raw with one brutal thrust that punched the air out of both of them.
“Look at me,” he demanded, hand gentle around her throat, thumb stroking her pulse.
She locked eyes with him, tears streaking her temples, mascara ruined.
He fucked her slow at firstlong, deep strokes that dragged against every nerve, grinding when he was balls-deep so she felt every inch owning her.
“I missed this so much,” he whispered, voice breaking, kissing her sloppy. “Missed how you clench when I say your name. Missed how you cry for me. Missed you—fuck—missed you every second.”
She was crying harder now, nails carving half-moons into his back.
He sped up—hard, punishing, bed slamming the wall, her moans turning into broken sobs.
He reached down, thumb on her clit, rubbing tight circles while he pounded into her.
“Come for me again, baby. I need to feel you take everything I got.”
She shattered squirting so hard it soaked his stomach, the sheets, the mattress. He growled, pace stuttering, then slammed deep and came with her—ropes and ropes, pulsing inside her, filling her so full it leaked out around him while he was still coming.
He collapsed, still inside her, arms sliding under her to crush her against his chest.
Kissed every tear off her face.
“I love you,” he rasped into her skin. “I love you so much it scares me. Never again. Never.”
She wrapped her legs tighter, keeping him buried, voice wrecked and soft.
“I love you too, fool. But if you ever make me cry like that again, you’re disqualified from my program.”
He laughed, shaky and wet, kissed her slow.
“Understood, ma’am.”
He finally pulled out, both of them hissing, then watched his cum spill out of her.
Immediately pushed three fingers back in, plugging her, curling slow.
“You keep that inside you tonight,” he murmured, kissing her deep. “So you wake up tomorrow still full of me.”
She moaned into his mouth, nodding, legs still trembling around his wrist.
They fell asleep like that his fingers inside her, her arms and legs locked around him, pink roses on the nightstand watching over them, rain finally quiet outside.
₊˚⊹⋆ MESSAGES BETWEEN TOXIC!RAFE X DITSY!READER
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₊˚⊹⋆ DILF!RAFE X BALLET TEACHER!READER
warnings: fluff, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, praise, soft dominance
You barely hear him walk in, but you feel him—always do. Rafe slips behind you like he owns the air in the room, tossing his jacket on a chair without a second thought. The kitchen’s dim and warm, soup simmering on the stove, garlic and basil thick in the air. You stir with one hand, the other brushing a curl behind your ear.
And then you feel his chest press against your back. Broad, solid, familiar. His hand snakes around your waist, resting low—almost too low.
“You been in here stressin’ all night, baby?” he murmurs, voice gravel-smooth against your neck. “Should’ve called me sooner.”
Your breath catches, fingers tightening around the spoon. “I just… I don’t know if I’m doing this right,” you say quietly. “With Lila. I’m trying, Rafe. I am. But I’m not her mother.”
He hums, and dips a finger into the soup. Tastes it, slow and unbothered, then turns you in his arms. You expect a lecture but he gives you his mouth. A soft kiss, just long enough to leave you breathless.
He pulls back just a few inches, his eyes dark. “Don’t say that shit again.”
You blink, startled. “I’m just—”
“No.” His thumb brushes your jaw. “You’re everything to her. She don’t need anyone else. You hear me?”
Your mouth parts, but the words won’t come. Doesn’t matter. He kisses you again, deeper this time .
“You belong here,” he says against your lips. “With me. With her. You’re not goin’ anywhere.”
Then his mouth is on your neck, warm and wet, and your legs go a little soft.
“Rafe…”
“Mmhmm.” He nips just under your ear, smirking when you shiver. “Let me remind you.”
His hands move with intent one slides under your little pink tank, his fingers brushing the lace edge of your bra the other palms your ass through your skirt, pulling you flush against the hard press of him. You gasp, rocking forward .
He grins, low and dirty. “Yeah. Thought so.”
You reach for him, pulling at his shirt, but he’s already got your skirt pushed up. His fingers drag along your thigh, slow like a promise.
“Always walkin’ around here lookin’ this sweet,” he mutters, voice gone rough. “And it’s all mine, huh?”
You nod, breathless. “All yours.”
He growls something under his breath and sinks to his knees, kissing the inside of your thigh like he’s praying there. Your panties are damp, and he licks over the lace before hooking a finger under it and sliding them aside.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, looking up at you. “You’re drippin”
“Rafe—”
His mouth covers you, tongue slow at first, then insistent. He devours you like he’s starving, gripping your thighs as your head tips back against the cabinet. One hand claws the counter, the other tangles in his hair.
“Right there,” you gasp, hips rolling into his face.
He groans, licking deeper, and when your legs start to tremble, he holds you still, sucking softly until you’re moaning through clenched teeth.
“Don’t hold back now,” he rasps, voice wrecked. “Let me hear it, baby.”
When you finally fall apart, he doesn’t let up—he keeps going until you’re shaking, whimpering his name like a prayer. Then he stands, licking his lips, looking at you like he’s already thinking about round two.
“You taste so fuckin’ good,” he mutters, palming himself through his jeans. “Turn around.”
You do—half-dazed, heart still racing—and he pulls your tank over your head, unhooks your bra with one flick, and presses your chest against the cool counter. His hands grip your hips, tugging you back into him.
“Fuck, look at you,” he groans, lining himself up. “You want me to stop?”
You shake your head. “No. Need you.”
That’s all it takes. He slides in—slow at first, letting you feel every inch—then he grits his teeth and sinks deeper. The stretch makes your breath hitch, your fingers scrambling for something to hold onto.
“Shit, baby… so tight for me,” he grunts, rocking into you with a steady grind. “Like this pussy was made for me.”
Your eyes roll back as he picks up pace, hips snapping hard against you. One hand slips between your legs, his fingers rubbing tight circles while he drives into you from behind, filling you over and over again.
“Rafe—fuck—”
He leans over, lips brushing your ear. “What, princess ? Too much?”
“No,” you whimper, “don’t stop.”
He laughs, low and dark. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
The sounds filling the kitchen are obscene—wet, fast, desperate. The soup boils behind you, totally forgotten, and your moans echo off the walls.
“Keep it down,” Rafe murmurs, hand covering your mouth as he pounds into you harder. “You want Lila wakin’ up to this?”
You shake your head, eyes wild.
He presses his mouth to your shoulder, biting gently. “Then take it. Just like that. My good girl.”
You fall apart again, muffled cries into his palm as your body clenches around him. He groans, loud and raw, then follows with a few more rough thrusts before spilling into you with a deep, drawn-out curse.
He stays there for a moment, forehead pressed to your back, catching his breath.
Then he pulls out gently, tugs your skirt back down, and scoops you into his arms.
“Couch. Now. I’m not done lovin’ on you yet.”
You giggle against his chest, dazed and glowing, and he grins like a man completely gone.
₊˚⊹⋆ TOXIC!RAFE X DITSY!READER
DITSY!READER who only accepts apologies in cash no texts, no calls, just stacks of bills and designer bags.
TOXIC!RAFE who gets blocked for a week and still watches her stories from a fake account replying to a picture of her in a tiny pink bikini saying “ur sick for posting this while I’m grieving.”
DITSY!READER who turns her location off for dramatic effect because she knows he’s gonna text her and sure enough he does saying, “real funny, mama. turn it back on before I come find you my damn self.”
TOXIC!RAFE who sees some random guy comment under her post and texts her, “tell your lil fan club I said hi before I make you deactivate your whole account.”
DITSY!READER who tells him she’s mad, that they’re done for good, and to never call her again only to call him crying three hours later begging him to come over because she misses him and “didn’t mean any of it, okay?”
TOXIC!RAFE who loves her so bad it makes him reckless he doesn’t know how to say “I’m scared to lose you” so it comes out as “why the fuck is he even looking at you?”
DITSY!READER who tells her friends “he’s so annoying” while literally sitting in his lap and feeding him fries. ★
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More dilf rafe and ballet teacher pls!!
I’m gonna be posting more soon 🤍🤍
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I’m good thank you so much for asking angel hbu 🤍🤍
Anyways i rly loved ballerina teacher x rafe!!! I think i mostly enjoyed the domestic aspect of it, like mom reader x dad rafe. I ate that shit upppppppppp
Thank youuuuu I'm so glad you liked it 🤍🤍🤍
just want to ask if BallerinaTeacher!reader is Lila’s actual mom or she’s just dating Rafe
she’s not Lila’s biological mom but she does become a big part of her life
PROMISES
₊˚⊹⋆ DILF!RAFE X BALLET TEACHER!READER
WARNINGS : NONE
The stage lights were bright, casting a golden glow over the line of tiny ballerinas waiting for their cue. Lila stood near the front, her tutu puffed out perfectly, pink slippers barely peeking out beneath layers of tulle. She was supposed to be smiling, standing tall like she had practiced a million times. But her eyes weren’t on the audience—she was searching.
Searching for him.
Her little chest rose and fell too fast. Her lip wobbled. The second she realized Rafe wasn’t there, her eyes filled with tears.
Lila turned back to the other little girls, trying to keep up with the routine, but it was too much. A small sob slipped out, her feet barely moving, and the moment she locked eyes with her, her whole face crumbled.
She didn’t hesitate. Moving quickly, she stepped onto the stage as gently as she could, bending down beside Lila as the music played on. Her hands cupped Lila’s tear-streaked cheeks, voice soft.
“Hey, baby, it’s okay.”
Lila shook her head, little shoulders trembling. “Daddy’s not here.”
She swallowed the knot in her throat, brushing a tear off Lila’s cheek with her thumb. “I know, sweetheart. But you did so good, and I’m so proud of you.”
Lila’s chin wobbled, big watery eyes blinking up at her. “He said he was gonna come.”
Her heart squeezed. “I know, baby. He’s trying.”
The recital was still happening around them, but at that moment, all that mattered was Lila. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, rubbing soothing circles on her back.
Then, a voice cut through the quiet hum of whispers in the audience.
“Lila.”
Rafe.
He was out of breath, suit slightly wrinkled like he had practically run there straight from his meeting. The second Lila spotted him, she let out a little gasp, practically throwing herself forward. She helped guide her off stage as she sprinted toward him.
Rafe dropped to his knees, catching Lila in his arms as she burst into full-blown sobs against his chest. He held her tight, pressing kisses into her curls, murmuring, “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m here. I’m right here.”
She clung to him, tiny hands fisting his shirt. “You said you’d come,” she sniffled against his shoulder.
“I know,” Rafe whispered, guilt thick in his voice. “I meant to, I swear. I tried. I love you so much, Lila. I wouldn’t miss you for anything if I could help it.”
She leaned back just enough to look at him, sniffling. “You’re really here?”
“I’m really here,” he promised, brushing her hair from her damp cheeks.
She let out a shaky breath, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I danced so good.”
Rafe nodded, smiling softly. “I bet you did, princess. You always do.”
She knelt beside them, her hand finding Lila’s back, rubbing gentle circles as Rafe held her. “She was so excited for you to see her,” she said quietly, her eyes on Rafe. “She kept telling me how you were going to be so proud.”
Rafe’s jaw tensed, guilt pressing heavier on his chest. His grip on Lila tightened just a little. “I am proud,” he murmured. “So, so proud.” His gaze lifted to meet hers, regret flickering behind his eyes. “I should’ve been here sooner.”
She nodded, not letting him off easy. “Yeah, you should’ve.” But her touch on Lila’s back was still soft, grounding.
Rafe swallowed, looking back down at his daughter. “Can I still take my ballerina out for ice cream?”
Lila sniffled, rubbing at her eyes. “Even though I cried?”
“Especially because you cried,” Rafe said, smiling as he wiped a stray tear from her cheek. “You were so brave, Lila. And I’ll take you anywhere you want.”
She finally smiled.
And even though she was still upset, watching Rafe hold Lila so close made her heart ache in a different way.
Later that night, after Lila had fallen asleep against his chest on the ride home, Rafe finally had the chance to turn to her.
“You’re mad,” he murmured, reaching for her hand.
She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t soften either. “She cried on stage, Rafe.”
His jaw clenched. “I know.”
“She looked for you, and you weren’t there.”
Rafe exhaled sharply, bringing her hand up to his lips. “I swear, I tried. The meeting ran over, and I was stuck—I hated every second of not being there.” His voice lowered, thumb tracing slow circles on her skin. “I know I messed up. But thank you… for being there for her.”
Her heart softened just a little, but she didn’t let him off that easy. “You’re lucky you made it.”
He smirked slightly, leaning in. “I’m lucky in a lot of ways.”
She rolled her eyes, but when he kissed her, she let him. Because as much as he messed up, he always found a way to make it right.
And later that night, he made it up to her in more ways than one.
₊˚⊹⋆ TEXT MESSAGES BETWEEN DILF!RAFE X BALLET TEACHER!READER
₊˚⊹⋆ DILF!RAFE X BALLET TEACHER!READER
DILF!RAFE who drops Lila off at ballet class every week, pressing a kiss to her cheek before settling into the parent section pretending to focus on his daughter but really, his eyes are locked on her.
BALLET TEACHER!READER who is effortlessly sweet, crouching down to Lilas level, listening to every excited word like its the most important thing in the world. It makes Rafes chest tighten watching her, knowing his daughter is in the best hands.
DILF!RAFE who was never one to hide his feelings, not when it came to her. Hand on her waist when no ones looking, sending her teasing texts from across the room, letting everyone know shes his without saying a word.
BALLET TEACHER!READER who catches Rafe staring through the glass, biting back a smirk because she knows whats on his mind. And when class is over, when Lilas bouncing up and down with excitement, she already knows he'll be lingering a little longer just to get a moment alone with her.
DILF!RAFE who helps Lila with her coat, all while sneaking glances at her as she tidies up the studio. And when the room clears out, when it's just them and Lila's distracted, he leans in, voice low, teasing,"Missed you today, angel. You gonna let me make up for it tonight?" ⋆౨ৎ ·
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text messages between dilf!rafe x ballet teacher!reader
dilf!rafe comforting Lila after he was late to her recital
dilf! rafe reminding you where you belong
dilf!rafe getting jealous
A/n - it's been like a month n a half since I've wrote something but I plan on trying to post frequently again pls send me requests
i’m so confused 😭on how your intro post says 18 years ago
I edited the date on the post to be my birthday