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you know what, fuck it be free, keep reading that bad fan fiction, keep writing that bad fanfiction, keep using y/n, keep staying up to 4 a.m reading x reader, to be cringe is too be free
Y/N steps into the room, eyes wide with amusement.
“Wow.” She breathes, half in awe, half in disbelief as Rafe glances around and scratches the back of his head, unsure.
“Not gonna lie…this kinda looks like the set of a low-budget porn shoot.” He says.
“Dude!” Y/N groans, swatting his chest. He catches her wrist, tugging her closer, eyebrow raised.
“‘Dude’? That's what we’re doing now?” He smirks.
“Yeah. Like...don’t ruin this.” She exhales, feigning exasperation.
“I won’t.” He says, pulling her flush against him. “Promise.” He presses a gentle kiss on her cheek before strolling over to the bed, placing their water bottles down, beside it. His gaze travels to the fluffy blanket and scattered rose petals.
Meanwhile, Y/N lets her curiosity get the better of her and opens one of the drawers on the bottom of the bed.
A gasp escapes her lips.
“Oh my god.”
She pulls out a whip and a pair of handcuffs, eyes wide.
Rafe bursts out laughing, raising a brow suggestively.
“Wipe that look off your face." She says, cheeks flushed as she tosses the items back in and shuts the drawer.
“Hey, don’t blame me." He grins, raising his hands in surrender. Rafe drops onto the bed and propping himself up against the pillows, while watching her wander around the room.
She keeps exploring, eventually making her way to the door on the side of the room. When she opens it, her jaw drops.
“Holy shit, Rafe!” She calls.
“What?” He lifts his head.
“There’s a hot tub!” She announces.
He chuckles and gets up to see for himself. But when he looks over her shoulder, his attention barely registers the hot tub, he is far more focused on her beaming face.
“That’s awesome.” He mutters, barely looking away from her.
She turns to look up at him and grins, as his hand naturally finds its way around her waist.
“We can use it later, if you want.” He suggests.
She shrugs playfully, looping her arms around his shoulders.
“We’ll see where the night takes us.” She replies, her eyes twinkling.
He leans in slowly to kiss her softly, just once, before nodding toward the bed and heading back to it. He presses his hands into the mattress, testing it. He sits down, bouncing on it, just as she glances down at her silk robe.
After a brief moment of hesitation, she nods to herself and undoes the silk bow at her waist. The robe slips from her shoulders, falling away to reveal a red lace lingerie set with delicate lace details.
Rafe’s eyes trail over her, his mouth parting. He shifts on the bed, lifting his hips to adjust himself.
“Fuck." He breathes. “You’re always gorgeous but...damn.”
She laughs nervously.
“You really mean that?” She asks, her fingers brushing over the lace.
“Of course I do.” He nods, his gaze stuck on her.
Encouraged by his words, she walks to the bed and crawls over him. His hands instinctively find her waist, grounding them both.
“Hi." She whispers.
“Hey." He replies, voice thick. His eyes search her face, fingers brushing lightly over the lace beneath her chest. He groans as she settles on his lap.
“You’re killing me” He mumbles.
“I can’t believe we’re finally alone.” She murmurs.
“Feels surreal, huh?” He asks as she hums in agreement and he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
Then, his expression softens.
“You know...” He starts, voice gentler now. “I got really worried last night.”
“Why?” She asks, her brows pinching together.
He sighs.
“It’s stupid but...when you pulled away, I started thinking that maybe…maybe you weren’t feeling the same way. That you weren't into this, into me, the way I am into you”
“Rafe…” Her heart clenches and her shoulders slump.
“I know, I know. It sounds dumb.” Rafe mutters, eyes flicking away from hers. “I just got scared. That maybe I’d misread everything. That I made you uncomfortable. That I went too far, when you pulled back.”
“You didn’t.” She says softly, shaking her head. “You stopped when I asked you to. Immediately.”
“I know.” He repeats, his voice low. “But in that moment, I didn’t know what to think. My head was all over the place.”
She exhales, watching him.
“This isn’t the first time you’ve doubted how I feel about you.” Her voice is gentle, not accusing. His eyes flick up, a flicker of recognition passing between them.
“Remember the staircase? You said the same thing back then. And I thought…I really thought I reassured you. That I showed you how I feel. That I made it clear.”
“No, no, you did, Y/N.” He rushes to say, his voice tight. “You have. I know you care. It’s just…everything in here feels amplified, like it's all moving at a hundred miles an hour. And I’m not saying I’d change any of it. Being with you, all the moments we've shared, the stuff we’ve already been through, it’s been…intense. And good. And real. And I just-” He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. “I’ve never felt something this fast, this strong. And I don’t even know how to put it into words.”
Her heart swells at the vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s trying to make sense of something that doesn’t need perfect explanation. She leans in, gaze soft.
“Then don’t.” She whispers, lips barely brushing his.
“Y/N-”
“I’m ready.” She whispers, voice trembling slightly. “To do m-more. Tonight.”
He freezes.
“Y/N, I didn’t say that to pressure you into anything. We can take it slow. We can just talk or just cuddle. I've told you I'm okay with that.” He shakes his head.
“I know." She says gently. “But I want this. I want you.”
His hands tighten slightly on her waist and he groans, struggling to keep control.
“Fuck. Are-are you sure?” He asks.
She nods, but he doesn't move. Not yet.
“I need you to say it." He pleads. “Say you want this. Say...say you want me.”
She smiles, arms curling around the back of his neck.
“I want this. I want you, Rafael Alexander Cameron.”
He snorts.
“Full name? Seriously?” He asks and she giggles, before their lips meet again, deeper this time, slower, more deliberate. His hands slide up her back, pulling her in until their bodies press together. He kisses down her neck gently.
“I want you to take the lead.” He murmurs. “Tell me what you want, how far you want to go. Okay?”
She nods, already breathless.
“Words, baby.” His mouth finds the pulse point of her neck.
“Yes." She whispers. “I'll tell you.”
“Good girl.” He murmurs, voice low and teasing. Her body shivers in response.
"Oh, you liked that, didn't you?” He teases, his lips warm against her skin.
“Don’t-Don't even start.” She warns, blushing.
But his grin only widens as he leans in to kiss and suck gently at the sensitive spot on her neck, pulling a soft moan from her lips.
“You’re so damn responsive.” He whispers.
“And you’re really into dirty talk, huh?” She shoots back, biting back a grin.
He chuckles against her neck.
“We learn something new about each other every day. Cute.”
She lets out a breathless laugh, eyes sparkling and for a moment, everything feels easy, warm and exactly where it’s meant to be.
Soon enough, his lips return to hers, slower this time, more deliberate. There's no rush, just the steady press of his mouth against hers as if he's savoring the moment, committing the shape of her lips to memory. His tongue brushes against hers, teasing, tasting, exploring with aching patience. When he finally pulls back, his teeth graze her bottom lip and he lingers there for a breath.
“Fuck, I can’t get enough of kissing you.” He murmurs, breathless. She hums in response, already leaning in for another kiss, softer now. Her hips shift instinctively in his lap, the movement subtle but it draws a gasp from him.
“We should…” She mumbles between kisses. “Get under the covers.”
He nods quickly, reluctantly pulling back to give her space. She climbs off his lap and together, they toss the decorative pillows aside. Once under the blanket, he lifts the edge for her to join and she curls into his side, her body molding with his. Her palm rises to gently cup his jaw. His muscles tense under her touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
“Relax, Rafe.” She says, her voice soft like silk.
“I can’t relax when you’re doing all that.” He groans, dropping his head back into the pillow as she laughs.
“I’m literally not doing anything.”
“No, you know exactly what you’re doing.” He cracks a grin.
His gaze drops down to her flushed cheeks and the way the lingerie clings to her skin.
“Fuck, you…” He mutters under his breath.
His hand slides down her side, settling on her hip. She draws in a breath as he leans down, hovering over her and catching her lips again.
This kiss is heavier, messier and when their hips meet, the heat between them spikes. She gasps softly, feeling how hard he is, pressing against her thigh.
“Sorry." He mumbles, pulling back.
But she shakes her head and pulls him back down. Their mouths meet again and she parts her legs, inviting him closer. He follows, fitting between them easily, his arms circling her waist. Her fingers trace his spine, her nails light but enough to make his breath catch. When his hips press into hers without meaning to, she whimpers into the kiss. His own moan escapes before he can stop it.
He pulls back, only to start kissing down her jaw, her neck and finally her collarbone. That’s when the lights shut off.
“Shit." He mutters, lips still brushing her skin. “I wanted to see you.”
She smiles faintly as his hand brushes against the strap of her bra.
“Can I…?” He asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Actually…” She hesitates. “Is it okay if it stays on?”
He looks at her and immediately nods.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He replies and backs off, giving her space, his hand leaving the strap. “And if you want me to stop-”
“I don’t." She says quickly. “I just…don’t want to take it off. Not right now.”
“Got it.” He nods, gentle now. “Want me to keep going?”
“Yeah." She nods, voice barely above a whisper. "And...you-you can go lower.”
His eyes flick to hers, searching. When she nods again, he bends to press soft kisses down her neck and the top of her breasts. He moves slowly, letting his lips linger on her skin. Her nipples are hard beneath the lace and he gently presses his mouth against them through the bra, drawing a soft moan from her.
“Mmm, Rafe.” She breathes, eyes fluttering.
He looks up with a proud smirk. Watching her come undone beneath him, the way her breath catches, the way her skin reacts to every touch, it’s enough to drive him wild.
One hand glides down her body, tracing the edge of her lace underwear. She gasps and he looks up at her again.
“What do you want me to do?” He asks, thumb slipping under the waistband.
“I…” She swallows, blinking up at him with heavy eyes. “I want you to touch me.”
“Touch you where?” He teases, smirking.
“Rafe.” She groans, laughing despite herself.
"You sure?” He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Oh my god, ask me one more time and I’m sleeping in the pool.” She glares playfully, while he chuckles and kisses her softly.
“Just making sure this is what you want, Y/N. I don’t want to mess this up.” He confesses.
“For the millionth time.” She whispers, smiling. “I want this.”
He exhales, relieved and slides his hand lower. When his fingers slip beneath the red lace and brush against her, she jolts.
“You have no idea how much I want to do this.” He murmurs, kissing her lips as his fingers move gently, caressing her folds. He teases her gently, tracing her clit in slow circles that make her whimper and gasp.
“You’re so wet.” He whispers in her ear and she arches into him, seeking more. He lets one finger slide in, slowly, watching her face. Then another. She clenches around him, tight and warm.
“You’re tight.” He breathes. “Breathe, baby. I got you.”
He kisses her jaw, cheek and temple. Her body slowly unwinds beneath him and he begins to move, slow and careful, but expertly.
“You’re…really good at that.” She pants.
“I’ve barely even started.” He grins.
He curls his fingers, increasing the rhythm as his thumb continues its slow circles on her clit, coaxing sounds from her. Her face twists with pleasure and he watches every second, utterly entranced as he drinks in every moan and every twitch of her body.
“God.” He groans. “You’re stunning.”
“Rafe.” She moans, eyes closing.
“You like that?” He asks, voice low.
She nods quickly, her back arching.
Then, without warning, he pulls his hand away and she lets out a confused whine. Before she can say anything, he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. She stares at him, shocked, turned on and breathless all at once.
“You taste so good.” He mutters, voice rough, leaning in. “Can I…? Do you want me to-?”
He gestures downward and she gulps nervously before nodding.
“You can say no. It’s okay.” He assures her, reading the flicker in her eyes.
“No, I want to.” She says softly. “It’s just…been a while.”
“I’ll go slow.” He promises. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”
When she nods again, he kisses her once tenderly, before sliding down her body, lips brushing her jaw, her neck and her stomach, until he reaches the hem of her underwear and pulls it down. She helps him, lifting her hips and he pauses to take her in. His eyes darken.
“Fucking beautiful.” He murmurs, then leans in and kisses her clit gently.
She gasps, clutching the sheets as he kisses her again, then licks a slow stripe through her folds. Her head falls back, a moan slipping from her lips. He takes his time, tasting her like she's his last meal. His fingers find her again, slipping inside as his tongue swirls around her clit.
Her thighs tremble around his head, but he holds them open, anchoring her to the bed. When her hand finds his buzzed hair, pulling him closer, he groans into her.
“Ray, I-” She starts, cutting herself off with a whimper.
He lifts his head just slightly, his lips glimmering from her slick.
“Let it out, baby. I wanna hear you.”
A soft cry escapes her lips.
“You’re close, huh? I can feel you. Come on, baby.” He urges, curling his fingers deeper, his mouth returning to her.
Tongue and fingers working in perfect tandem, slow and purposeful and his name falls from her lips like a prayer.
Her nails dig into his scalp and shoulders, but he doesn’t stop, if anything, it drives him harder. His own hips rut against the mattress beneath him, needing relief but focused entirely on her.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She gasps. “Rafe!”
Her whole body trembles, her thighs tightening around his head and he doesn’t stop or pull back until she fully lets go. He doesn’t waste a drop, licking her clean until she squirms from the overstimulation.
Finally, he rises, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and crawling back up beside her. He’s grinning, eyes scanning her flushed face, her glistening skin, the way her chest still heaves.
“You okay? You feel good?” He brushes the hair away from her forehead and cups her face gently.
She nods, eyes still dazed.
“Yeah. Yeah. That was…” She lets out a breath, smiling. “You definitely know what you’re doing.”
He chuckles softly and presses a kiss to her cheek. Shifting his hips slightly to get comfortable, he settles beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She looks up at him, fingers lazily dragging down his chest and he swallows hard under her touch.
She leans in, kissing him gently. Her fingers toy with the chain around his neck letting the gold glide between her fingers, while his hand finds her hip and gives it a soft squeeze, grounding himself. Then she starts kissing down his chest and his stomach, until she’s settled between his legs.
“Y/N-” his voice breaks slightly as her fingers hook into the waistband of his sweatpants. “No, hey…you don’t have to.”
“I want to, Rafe.” She says, her voice calm, certain. “I’m not gonna leave you like that.” Her eyes flick down to the clear evidence of how worked up he is.
“I can handle it.” He says, trying to pull her back up. “You don’t have to take care of me.”
She looks up at him, eyes wide and sincere.
“Let me, Ray.” The nickname does something to him and he groans, already giving in.
She eases his sweatpants down and he lifts his hips to help her. Through his boxers, she palms him gently, feeling the damp spot where precum soaks through. He hisses, head tipping back against the headboard as her hand moves slowly, deliberately.
Her nails catch on the waistband of his boxers.
“Can I…?” She asks sweetly.
He nods, fast and eager, almost dizzy. She smiles softly and pulls them down. His cock springs free, already leaking at the tip, slapping lightly against his stomach and he lets out a breath of relief just from the relief of no longer being confined.
She blinks, slightly wide-eyed. Her lips part and for a second, she doesn’t say anything.
“I know, it’s a lot.” He rushes out. “You don’t have to do anything, seriously. I’m okay.”
She shakes her head, eyes snapping back up to his.
“No, it’s not that.” She licks her lips. “I want to. I just wasn’t...expecting that.” Her brows lift. “You’re…big.”
He laughs and gives her a sheepish shrug.
“Oh, don’t do that.” She grins. “God, I forgot about your ego.”
“I didn’t even say anything.” He protests, hands raised in mock surrender.
Still smiling, she shakes her head and leans closer, her hand wrapping gently around him. He jerks slightly at the contact.
“Relax.” She whispers.
Her thumb brushes over the sensitive head, smearing the precum down his shaft before starting to stroke him slowly. The tension in his shoulders rises and his jaw clenches, like he’s doing everything he can to stay grounded.
“I’m not gonna last long.” He warns, his voice strained. “Not with you touching me like that.”
Her pace stays gentle, steady enough to make him tremble, to leave him gasping, but not quite enough to push him over. She leans down and kisses the tip, so tender it makes him flinch.
“Shit.” He whispers, every muscle in his body coiled.
She runs her tongue softly along the underside, then looks up at him one more time, checking in without needing words, before she takes him into her mouth.
He groans the second she does, head tipping back again. His eyes flutter closed, one hand tangling in her hair.
“Oh my god, Y/N.”
She moves slowly at first, letting herself adjust, her hand stroking what her mouth can’t reach. She glances up through her lashes, eyes slightly watering, cheeks hollowing and her free hand gripping his thigh for balance. He looks down at her and he feels like he is about to fall apart.
“Fuck.” He breathes, completely undone. “You look so good like this.”
She picks up the pace, one hand moving lower to cup and fondle his balls while her mouth works him expertly. His moans grow louder, more ragged. It doesn’t take long before his grip on her hair tightens to pull her off.
“Y/N-I’m-”
But she doesn’t stop.
He groans her name one last time, before he comes with a gasp and she takes all of it, swallowing without hesitation, soothing him with slow touches until he's spent. His body trembles as he melts into the bed, chest heaving.
She pulls back, wipes her mouth and curls up beside him, her nails gently trailing along his chest.
“You okay?” She asks, her voice quiet. He nods, still trying to catch his breath.
“Did you…I mean, did you enjoy-?” “Fuck yes.” He cuts her off, voice still hoarse. She laughs, clearly pleased with herself.
She rests her head on his chest, looking up at him. His arm wraps around her instinctively, fingers stroking her back. He feels her gaze on him and turns his head.
“What?” He asks, brows furrowing. “What’s that look?”
“Nothing.” She says, her voice soft. “You’re just…so beautiful.”
“Careful. You’re gonna make me blush.” He grins.
“I’m serious.” She murmurs. “I still can’t believe I’m here with you.”
“Yeah, I can’t either.” He says, leaning in to kiss her.
“No, I don’t mean the Hideaway.” She explains.
“I know.” He nods, meeting her gaze. “I know what you mean.”
Some time has passed. They’ve both cleaned up, now back in their undergarments. Y/N’s curled up on Rafe’s side, tucked beneath his arm with the hoodie he had given her, hanging loosely off her frame. He didn’t bother putting his sweats back on, just a pair of fresh boxers. Her head rests on his chest, fingers drawing lazy shapes over his torso, tracing the dips and ridges like she’s memorizing them.
“Do you have any kinks?” She blurts, casually making Rafe snort, caught off guard.
“Jesus, Y/N. Let a man breathe.” He mutters.
She grins, giggling into his chest.
“Come on! I already found out you like dirty talk.” She points out.
“Alright, how about what do you think I’m into?” He asks, glancing down at her, amused.
She hums like she’s thinking seriously, tapping a finger against his abs.
“You definitely give…handcuffs and blindfolds kind of guy.”
“Oh yeah?” He asks, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips.
“Your eyes did light up when I showed you the cuffs earlier.”
“Okay, fair. I’ve dabbled.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck like he’s been caught.
“I think you’re into spanking, too.” She mutters, her fingers now trailing lower, more deliberate. Rafe’s abs twitch under her touch.
“Occasionally.” He admits, playing it cool.
“And…” She adds, voice a bit softer now. “I think you like choking.”
There’s a beat. Then, he nods, slower this time.
“I do. But only if the other person’s into it too.”
She nods.
“What about me?” She asks after a moment, peeking up at him through her lashes. “What do you think I’m into?”
“You like praise.” He says, without hesitation. His hand traces the freckles on her shoulder. “You basically melted when I called you a good girl.”
Her cheeks warm instantly. She bites her lip and glances down at the oversized sleeve covering her hand.
“Maybe.”
“I think you like being choked too.” He guesses, leaning in. She doesn’t say anything, just meets his eyes and that’s all the confirmation he needs. “But I think I should stop talking, because our families are definitely watching.”
Y/N bursts out laughing.
“I warned mine not to watch anything that had to do with the Hideaway.”
“Well, my little sister definitely is.” He grins.
“Wait, you have a sister? You never told me that.” She tilts her head.
“Yeah. Wheezie.”
“Wheezie?” She furrows her brows.
“Louisa. My mom used to call her Wheezie and it kind of got stuck.” He says, a fond look flickering over his face as he stares at their now joined hands.
“That’s cute.” She murmurs. “Do you guys look alike?”
“Not really. She looks more like my dad, I think. Got our mom’s eyes though.”
“And you?” She asks, her voice gentle. “Who do you look like?”
“My mom. She was…blondish. Had the same nose slope as me.” He touches the bridge of his nose, smile turning soft. A little sad.
Y/N hesitates.
“I don’t want to overstep, but-”
“She’s gone.” He says it quickly, quietly. “Happened when I was twelve.”
“Rafe…” She breathes, her hand instinctively tightening where it rests on his chest.
“It’s okay.” He swallows. “I’ve dealt with it.”
“Grief isn’t something you just…deal with and move on from.” She shakes her head slightly.
“I’m okay.” He shrugs.
“It’s okay if you’re not.”
“Thanks. I just…I don’t want to get into it.” He exhales, suddenly still.
“Okay. We’ll drop it.” Y/N slowly pulls back, giving him space.
He nods, grateful. But there’s still a tension in his jaw.
“I just-I want you to know I’m here. If you ever…you know.”
“I know.” He replies, rubbing his eyes like he’s suddenly exhausted. He exhales, then shifts his body slightly, almost like he’s trying to physically shake the weight off.
“You ready for bed?” She asks, her voice still gentle.
“I didn’t mean to kill the vibe.” He gives a small smile. “It’s just…stuff like that gets heavy sometimes.”
“I understand. You don’t owe me any explanations.” She inhales slowly. “And you didn’t ruin anything. I shouldn’t have asked.”
“No, it’s not your fault.” He pauses, then shifts the energy with a small smile. “So…kinks?”
She lets out a quiet laugh.
“You were right.” She mumbles.
“Really?” He raises his brows.
She nods and intertwines her fingers with his again, lips curving up.
“You know, I’m glad the others chose us tonight.” She whispers, sincere.
“Yeah. Me too.” He smiles back, this time with no teasing behind it. His hand slides over her shoulder and down her back in slow, comforting strokes. Her head gets heavier on his chest, lashes fluttering closed.
“Did I tire you out?” He teases, his voice low.
“You did.” She murmurs.
He presses a kiss to her forehead, lingering.
“Rafe?”
“Yeah?”
“Just so you know, I do like you and I do care about you.” She murmurs, her eyes closed.
The truth of it sinks in, quiet and sure, like something he’s been waiting to hear.
“I know.” He says, his voice almost shy. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Ray.” She mumbles, already half-asleep.
And he watches her for a little longer, letting the quiet wrap around them, before finally letting sleep take him too.
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