šPLAYING WITH FIRE Being Rafe's girlfriend wasn't exactly on your 'to-do list,' but when it happened, you didn't dare to complain. Now, he knows your love language, and he's using it to drive you crazy in all the right ways.
šLOST IN TRANSLATION it's hard to talk to someone American when you don't know English....so what happens when you meet an American boy who doesn't know your language either...now you're stuck with An unexpected meeting, unspoken words, and a connection that lingers...
šHEART TO HEART bf!Rafe and gf!Reader moved in together, bf!Rafe helps gf!Reader when itās her first time using a laptop.
šBOUND TO YOU READER POV Even after dating for years, you realize just how much you're still in love with Rafe and how obsessed you are with him.
šBOUND TO YOU RAFE POV Even after dating for years, just like you, Rafe is still so in love with you, and he realizes just how obsessed with you he really is
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šBF!RAFE CAMERON X GF!READER PT1 bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she canāt say it cause sheās shy (most read)
pt. two: it's born from just one single glance | 2k words
pt. three: a dwindling mercurial high | 2,4k words š„
pt. four: you taught me a secret language | 2,9k words
pt. five: make sure nobody sees you leave | 3,7k words
pt. six: you'll be flushed when you return | 3k words
pt. seven: tell yourself you can always stop | 2,8k words š„
pt. eight: and clandestine meetings and longing stares | 2,6k words
pt. nine: leave the perfume on the shelf | 2,1k words
INTERLUDE | 643 words
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Rafe, Kelce, Topper and you. For as long as you could remember, the four of you have been inseparable. For as long as you could remember, you were also in love with your best friend, Rafe. You always told yourself that it was a teenage thing, that you'd grow out of it, and for most of the time, it felt like you could.
texts with boyfriend rafe x silly!gf
part 4 šš cw: suggestive & bonus insta post. more found here
note. happy to say that i'll be making this a fun little series to work on. also!! major thank yew for the constant love and interactions - all of it makes my day :P
Summery~ I think this reel sums up the whole thing
Content~ friend group including Kelce and Topper, reader and Rafe (yikes) livestreaming on YouTube, Reader is allegedly a known influencer, eating, semi SMAU, kissing, neck grabbing, shy Rafe, flustered reader, yelling (in a good way) Topper and Kelce being chaotic
Authorās Note~ Okay, so I KNOW I SAID I was like definitely gonna go MIA, I literally just said that two days ago, but I couldnāt help myselfšš. I came across this reel, and it was SO insane, like you guys NEED to see the video, it made me act up š¤Æ. I had to write this drabble, like I couldnāt just let it slide. But fr Iām going MIA after this, I swear, like Iām promising myself that š. PLS LEMME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON HOW I WROTE IT!!!
The familiar glow of your phoneās screen illuminated the car as you set it up on the dashboard, adjusting it just enough so that everyone could be seen. The chat on your livestream was already blowing up, the comments flooding in as they always did when you went live with your friends.
The four of you were in your usual spots: you in the passenger seat, Rafe in the driverās seat, and Topper and Kelce lounging in the back. It was late, but that only added to the chaotic energy that always fueled these live sessions.
āAlright, weāre live,ā you said, glancing at the screen. āWhatās up, guys! Welcome back to another livestream. You already know the drillāKelce..ā you say turning the camera to him.
āHi, internet,ā Kelce said through a mouthful of fries, holding the carton up like it was a trophy.
āKelce, at least try to look alive, man.ā Topper teased, nudging him with his elbow.
āDonāt make me expose you, bro,ā Kelce shot back, earning a laugh from all of you.
You turned the camera toward Rafe, who was leaning back in his seat, one hand casually draped over the steering wheel. He gave a small wave, his smirk still in place.
āAnd here we have Rafe, who, as usual, looks like he doesnāt want to be here,ā you teased.
āMaybe I donāt,ā he shot back, but the sparkle in his blue eyes said otherwise.
You chuckle as you look towards Kelce and topper. āKelce,ā you groaned, pretending to grab the fries from him. āDo you have to eat on live every time?ā
āItās my brand,ā he retorted, leaning back smugly.
āWhat are we even doing tonight?ā you asked.
You looked around the car for suggestions, your brows raised expectantly. āAnyone?ā
Kelce suddenly perked up and slapped Topperās arm. āWe should do ASMR. I mean, weāre already eating, right?ā
The chat immediately erupted with laughing emojis, and you read out a few: āASMR? Oh my god, someone said āKelce, the ASMR king.āā
Rafe groaned, leaning back in his seat. āOh my god, no. Please, no.ā
The comments exploded with laughter, hearts, and emojis, and you couldnāt help but laugh along.
āWhy not, Rafe? Youāve got the perfect ASMR voice,ā you teased.
Rafe gave you a side-eye, lips twitching into a smirk. āIād rather eat glass.ā
āHEY thatās very ASMR-friendly,ā you shot back, earning laughs from Kelce and Topper.
Kelce dramatically leaned into the camera, chewing obnoxiously. āFine, Iāll carry the ASMR segment. Youāre welcome, internet.ā
āSee? This is quality content. Iām practically carrying this livestream.ā He said basically invading everyoneās personal space.
āCarrying it straight to cringe-ville,ā Topper retorted, shaking his head and trying to push Kelce back.
You reached forward and muted Kelce with an exaggerated press of your hand in the air. āAlright, ASMR is off the table. Moving on. What else do we have?ā
āDrama,ā someone commented, and you read it aloud, laughing. āDrama? Oh, donāt worry. Thereās always drama in this car.ā
Rafe glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, a smirk playing on his lips. āYeah, and itās usually your fault.ā
Your jaw dropped as the chat flooded with laughing emojis. āMe? Youāre the most dramatic one here, Rafe!ā
āDebatable,ā Kelce chimed in, leaning back smugly.
The stream went on as usualāchaotic, hilarious, and full of playful banter. But tonight, something felt different. Your focus kept drifting to Rafe, the way his fingers drummed against the steering wheel or how his gaze would flick to you whenever you said something. You couldnāt deny the tension that had been building between you two lately, but you werenāt sure if it was all in your head.
The chat, of course, was relentless.
āRafe looks at her like she hung the moon.ā
āThe tension is INSANE.ā
āJust kiss already!ā
You shook your head, laughing nervously.
āHey, Rafe,ā you said, a sly smile creeping onto your lips. āDo you remember this?ā
Before he could answer, you reached for his right hand, guiding it to your neck. His brows furrowed in confusion, but he didnāt pull away. Instead, he let his hand settle there, his thumb brushing your skin lightly.
Topper and Kelce immediately exploded in the backseat.
āOH MY GOD, THEYāRE DOING IT AGAIN!ā Kelce shouted, shaking Topperās shoulder dramatically.
āTheyāre gonna fake us out, arenāt they?ā Topper groaned, though he was grinning ear to ear.
The chat was a flurry of all caps, hearts, and exclamation points. Everyone was expecting another playful tease.
The chat was going insane, hearts and all-caps messages flooding the screen.
But this time, it wasnāt a tease.
Rafe didnāt pull back. Instead, he leaned in closer, his breath hitching audibly just before his lips met yours. It was soft, tentative at first, but as you responded, his grip on your neck tightened slightly, pulling you closer.
The world seemed to blur, the only thing grounding you being the feel of his lips on yours and the warmth of his hand against your skin.
āNO WAY,ā Kelce screamed from the backseat.
āThey ACTUALLY DID IT!ā Topper yelled, slapping Kelce repeatedly in disbelief.
The chat exploded.
āI TOLD YOU!!!ā
āTHIS IS NOT A DRILL.ā
āTHE SOUND HE MADE BEFORE THE KISS IM DYINGāā
When you and Rafe finally pulled apart, the reality of what just happened hit you like a wave. Your face burned as you buried it in your arm, letting out a loud, dramatic yell.
Rafeās face wasnāt much better. His cheeks were flushed, and he turned to look out the window, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips. He stayed quiet, one hand gripping the steering wheel while the other remained on the back of your neck.
Kelce and Topper, meanwhile, were absolutely losing it in the backseat.
āTHIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE,ā Topper declared, throwing his hands up.
āPEAK CONTENT. PEAK CONTENT!ā Kelce yelled, leaning forward to practically scream at the camera.
Topper nodded furiously. āThe shippers are gonna lose their minds. This is legendary.ā
The chat was moving too fast to read, but you could still catch glimpses of comments like āHIS FACE AFTER THE KISS AHHHā and āI KNEW IT! THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!ā
You peeked out from behind your arm, still feeling the heat in your cheeks. āOkay, um, I think weāre done here.ā
āDONE?ā Kelce shouted. āYOU CANāT JUST END THE STREAM AFTER THAT!ā
āYeah, we need a recap, a breakdown, anāā Topper started, but you reached forward and hit the end stream button before he could finish.
As soon as the screen went dark, the car was filled with silence. Well, except for the sound of Kelce and Topper losing their minds.
You stayed where you were, your hand still on Rafeās arm, your head spinning. His thumb grazed your skin one last time before he let go, settling his hand back on the wheel.
āYeah,ā he said finally, his voice low, his gaze still out the window. āI remember that.ā
And that was it. No teasing, Just a quiet confirmation that left your heart racing all over again.
HEYY BABIESS!! Sorry for being MIA for a whileāschoolās been kicking my butt, and now with finals coming up (itās my last school year ever š„³), its gonna fk me in the arseāļø. Iāll be a free bird after this (until uni at leastš„²), but for now, I need to focus. I wonāt be posting for the next two months, but feel free to send me any Drew/Rafe or any other requests, and Iāll get to them once Iām free!! Thanks for being patient with me and THANK YOU for all the love I got with all the notes on my writingsāsee you soon! šš
Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she canāt say it cause sheās shy.
Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like āprincess, babyā etcā¦
Authors Note~ Heyy!! Iām kinda trying out a new format so thatās why this looks like what it looks likeā¦ also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoyšš
Pt2
Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.
you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.
"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.
He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.
You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.
"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.
"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."
You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.
He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.
"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.
But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.
Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.
He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.
It's too much. You can't take it anymore.
You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.
He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.
"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.
You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.
"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.
His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.
"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."
Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for thisā¦and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONEš
Summary: bf!Rafe and gf!Reader moved in together, bf!Rafe helps gf!Reader when itās her first time using a laptop..
Content: Close proximity, use of the word ābabyā, moving in together, reader and Rafe are in a live-in relationship
Words: 1.19k words
Authors Note: heyyy so this is a small Drabble I made after I saw a cute reel of a couple. I feel like most my ideas come from reels or TikTokās of couplesš but itās alright cause they always end up being so cute.. HOPE YALL LIKE ITšš
(PS I finally figured out how to get gradient text>_<)
Rafe and you had been together for a while nowālong enough that the idea of moving in together didnāt feel like a leap but more like a natural progression of your love. Youād both talked about it endlessly, debating everything from rent to how much space youād need for your things. It wasnāt practical, it wasnāt sensible, but neither of you cared. What mattered was that you couldnāt imagine life without the other. It was stupid, really, but you were both too in love to think about anything else.
It had been a whirlwind of decisions, and in the middle of it all, you had found yourself staring at the laptop youād been saving for months to buy. It was your first real splurge. Every dollar youād worked for, every late-night shift, had been towards this moment. You were excited, but you had been hesitant too. It was an investment, an expensive investment at that.
When you finally went to purchase the laptop, Rafe had insisted on helping you out. You tried to resist, explaining that you had saved up for this moment and that you wanted to do it on your own. But Rafe had insisted on paying for half, knowing youād have to save for more important things soon. Though you were reluctant, you finally gave in, realizing he was right.
Unpacking the boxes in your new condo took longer than expected. Your place was still a bit empty, yet there was an excitement in the air that you couldnāt shake. It wasnāt much yetājust you sitting at the kitchen island, surrounded by scattered boxes. It was cozy in its own way, the space slowly starting to feel like home. Youād claimed the spot on the island chairs by the window overlooking the sea as your own because of the view. The large windows gave you a perfect view of the sea, making it a peaceful place to unwind and relax.
You sat on the chair, legs crossed, finally opening your new laptop. The smooth surface of the keyboard and the glow of the screen felt like a reward for all the hard work that had led to this moment. You clicked a few things, feeling the thrill of something new and shiny. Everything was good. But then, you hit a snag.
The cursor wouldnāt move in the way you wanted it to, and no matter how many times you tried, the issue remained.
You frowned at the screen, clicking at random, but the problem persisted. You leaned back slightly, pushing a hand through your hair as you stared at the screen.
You were determined not to ask for help, convinced that if you tried hard enough, you could figure this out. But the minutes dragged on, and you began to feel the frustration creeping in. It was one of those little things that seemed simple but just wouldnāt budge.
Rafe was across the room, setting up the TV in the living area. Your eyes briefly lingered on himāhow focused he looked, how comfortable in his element. You let out a quiet sigh and glanced back at your laptop, trying to work out the problem on your own for a few more minutes. But your fingers hovered over the trackpad, unsure of what to do next.
You shifted in your stool, your patience wearing thin. You couldnāt let yourself keep wasting time on something that was so simple to solve, but you couldnāt quite figure it out. You sighed, calling out, āRafe? Can you come over for a second?ā
He turned from his spot in the living room and immediately walked over. He paused when he reached you, his voice gentle, a slight concern on his face. āWhatās wrong, baby?ā
You didnāt look up, just pointed at the screen and said, āThe cursorās glitching. Iāve tried everything, but it wonāt move right.ā
Rafe leaned down slightly, standing beside you. His hand came to rest lightly on your back, rubbing gently. His attention flicked between you and the laptop, but his gaze lingered on you more than anything. He took in your expressionāslightly exasperated, but with that familiar determination you always had when you got frustrated. He reached over to the laptop, clicking and adjusting, but his focus was still on you, his chest lightly brushing against your back.
He didnāt immediately lean over, instead standing beside you, his presence both comforting and distracting. You didnāt mind. You loved the warmth of his closeness. He was so gentle, so careful in how he made sure you felt supported.
He glanced at you, then back at the laptop. He hummed thoughtfully, then gently rubbed your back again. āAlright, letās seeā¦ā he said softly, his tone light but assuring.
You didnāt bother turning the laptop toward him, neither did he. Rafe stepped closer, positioning himself behind you, and you could feel his presence envelop you completely. His hands, big and strong, slightly engulfed you, hovered over the laptop keyboard as he adjusted a few things.
You could barely focus on the screen anymore. The closeness of his body, the subtle warmth radiating off him, made it hard to concentrate. The way he moved, the way his breath brushed the skin on your neckāit was enough to make your heart skip a beat and make you smile.
Rafe, unaware of the effect he had on you, continued explaining, his voice low and steady. His hands worked expertly at the laptop, moving the cursor to where it needed to be. But your attention was elsewhere.
You didnāt realize it at first, but when Rafe paused and glanced at you, his brow furrowing slightly, he realized that you werenāt listening to him. You werenāt even looking at the screen anymore. You were lost in the feeling of him being so close.
Rafe tilted his head, a soft smile tugging at his lips when he saw yours. āYouāre not even listening to me, are you?ā he said softly, his voice teasing but warm.
You opened your eyes, the small smile grew on your lips when you look up at him. āSorry..ā you muttered, but the smile on your face told him you werenāt sorry at all.
Rafe chuckled softly and pressed a light kiss to your temple. His hand rubbed gently over your right upper arm, making your smile widen.
his hands shifted, his right hand moving over your chest to rest lightly on your left upper arm, his left hand still on the keyboard. His gentle touch was a reminder of how much he cared, and you couldnāt help but feel giddy having him so close.
You leaned back into him even more, your head tilting back to rest against his shoulder. Making him lean his head towards yours.
His left hand remained steady at the laptop, but the closeness between you made everything else seem distant. All you cared about was this moment.
Rafe was explaining the issue with the cursor in more detail once again, you focused on the words this time. You kept your hands in your lap, cross-legged on the stool, as you simply allowed yourself to bask in his presence.
Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she canāt say it cause sheās shy.
Content~ NSFW, Smut, Sexual content, Mature theme, use of words like baby/beautiful, neck kissing, humping, oral sex (f!receiving), kissing, comforting, 18+.
Authorās Note~ HEYY omg so this is like my first smut so I donāt even know how it is and idk why I still donāt know how to go all the wayā¦.im still figuring that out guys š¢ anyways this is the part 2 yall asked for.. and when yall ask, i have to deliverš HOPE YALL LIKE IT!!
Pt1
Rafe sets you down gently on the edge of the bed, his hands gripping your waist as he kneels slightly, bringing his face level with yours. His lips quirk into a soft, almost teasing smile as his eyes sweep over you, taking in every detail.
"You're so beautifulā¦" he murmurs, his voice quiet but full of intent.
Before you can respond, his hands are firm on your waist, guiding you backward. The bed dips slightly beneath you as your back meets the soft mattress, and Rafe moves with you, following your body down. He settles between your legs, his weight pressing into you just enough to make your breath catch.
His lips claim yours in another deep kiss, his hands holding your waist firmly, as though he's anchoring himself to you. The kiss is slow, intoxicating, and leaves you gasping when he pulls back, his mouth now trailing to your jaw and down your neck.
As his lips press soft, yet hot and wet kisses to your neck, you can feel him, feel just how aroused he really is. The pressure is enough to send a wave of heat crashing through you, your hips shifting instinctively to meet his.
He groans softly, the sound low and rough in your ear, and you feel him move, his hips rolling slightly against yours. The friction is electrifying, and a quiet gasp escapes you, your hands instinctively gripping his shoulders.
"Feel that?" he huffs, his voice deep and strained as he kisses just beneath your ear. "That's what you do to me, babyā¦"
The words send a shiver down your spine, and when his hips grind into yours again, a broken moan slips past your lips. His breath comes heavier now, warm against your skin as he keeps his lips on your neck, his movements slow and deliberate, almost teasing.
Rafe pulls back slightly, just enough to sit up on his knees between your legs, his hands sliding down to rest on your thighs. His chest rises and falls heavily, his eyes dark and glassy as they sweep over you like you're the only thing that exists in the world.
He looks intoxicated by the sight of you beneath himāit sends a thrill through you.
Slowly, his fingers move to the rest of the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, his gaze never leaving yours. The fabric parts to reveal his toned chest, his muscles flexing as he shrugs the shirt off completely, tossing it to the side.
You can't help yourself. Your hands reach out, trailing over the hard planes of his abs, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. His breath hitches at your touch, his lips quirking into a small, crooked smile as he watches you, letting you explore him for a moment.
"Like what you see?" he teases, his voice low and gravelly.
You don't respond with words, just nod, your eyes filled with desire as your fingers move up and down his chest.
The way you're looking at him, so full of want, makes him groan softly before he leans down again.
Rafe's lips find your shoulder, his hands gently moving the strap of your slip dress aside as he kisses the newly exposed skin. His mouth trails slowly down your arm, his kisses featherlight, before he moves back to your collarbone, then lower, his lips skimming along your chest, Pushing your dress higher.
When his hands hook into the waistband of your panties, your breath catches. He presses another kiss to your stomach, his lips warm against your skin as he slowly slides the fabric down your legs. Every movement feels deliberate, every touch sending a spark through you.
His hands rest firmly on your thighs, holding you open as he lowers himself.
The heat of his breath against your most sensitive spot makes you gasp, your hips shifting instinctively toward his face.
"Please..ā you whisper, your voice barely audible, your chest heaving as you look down at him.
Rafe glances up at you, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Whatever you say, baby.." he murmurs, his voice dripping with affection and hunger.
Then his mouth was on you, and the world melted away. The sensations were overwhelming, his tongue and lips working magic as his hands gripped your thighs, keeping you steady beneath him.
Rafe's tongue moved against your folds with practiced ease, each stroke sending a bolt of pleasure rippling through your body. His grip on your thighs is firm, keeping you open and steady beneath him, though it's hardly necessaryā you've already surrendered completely to the feeling of him.
The room is quite safe for the sound of your breathy moans and the obscene, wet noises he's making as his mouth works relentlessly against you.
"God, you taste so good.." he groans, pulling back for just a second, his voice muffled and rough. His lips are glistening, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he looks up at you.
"So sweet. Like honey..."
The words hit you like a spark to dry kindling, and your hips buck against him, seeking more.
"Rafeā¦" you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair, tugging him back toward where you need him. He doesn't resist, letting out a low hum of approval as he dives back in, his tongue sliding over your entrance in a way that makes your toes curl.
"Rafeāoh, my Godā¦" you whimper, the words almost unintelligible as your head falls back against the pillows. Your entire body feels like it's on fire, like every nerve is alive and buzzing, the pleasure building higher and higher until it's almost unbearable.
He moans against you, the sound muffled and guttural, the vibrations of his mouth has you crying out, your hips jerking as you grind harder against his face.
His tongue flicks over you faster, more deliberately, and the pressure sends you careening toward the edge.
"Come on, babyā¦" he urges, his voice rough and coaxing as he presses a kiss against your inner thigh before returning to your core. "Let me have it. Let me feel itā¦"
His hands shift, one sliding up to rest on your stomach while the other presses down on your hip, grounding you as his mouth devours you. The combination of his touch, his words, and the relentless rhythm of his tongue is too much, and with a strangled moan, you fall apart beneath him.
Your whole body shakes as waves of pleasure crash over you, your cries echoing through the room. Rafe doesn't stop, his mouth working you through your climax, drawing every last bit of pleasure from you until you're trembling and gasping for air.
When he finally pulls back, his lips and chin glistening, he looks up at you with a smug, satisfied grin, his chest heaving.
your body was still humming with the aftershocks, but you manage to reach for him, pulling him up until he's hovering over you. His weight settles against you, grounding you as you tangle your hands in his hair and pull him down into a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips.
"You okay?" he murmurs softly when he pulls back just enough to look down at you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.
You nod, your lips curving into a dazed smile, full of love and admiration. "Better than okayā¦."
He chuckles, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead, his hands trailing softly over your sides as he whispers, "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet."
synopsis: a singer!reader & actor!drew smau where they both have crushes on each other. lots of social media flirting enuses after drew admits his crush in an interview. featuring: singer!reader as a obx fangirl, readers!bff as an encouraging bestie & lots of cute interactions.
author's note: my first smau! eek! i love reading these & i also love being creative. i thought i'd combine the two and make this :-)
request for angsty rafe oneshot or ficlet where itās an established relationship from s1. rafe promised reader heād get clean and she finds him using and sheās pissed cause he lied to her. she threatens to break up with him and heās desperate to get her back. reader goes to barry to basically pay to not sell to rafe
ON MY KNEES
Rafe Cameron x Reader
Content: Drug abu$e, angst, lying, breakdown, begging, bribing, mention of rehab/therapy, emotional manipulation, mention of SH
Word count: 1.07k words
Authors Note: HEYY!! sooo it took me a while to post this cause I wanted to mass post a few other requests too so SORRY FOR THAT but I shed a tear while writing the last sceneā¦ youāre so creative I love itšš
The door creaked open, and your breath hitched the moment you saw him.
Rafe was hunched over the counter, his shaking hands fumbling with the small bag in front of him. The sharp, chemical scent of something bitter lingered in the air, but what hit you harder was the sight of him. He wasnāt just usingāhe was unraveling. His movements were frantic and jittery, his shoulders trembling with tension.
āRafe,ā you said, voice sharp enough to cut through the haze he was lost in.
His body went rigid, the bag slipping from his fingers as he whipped around to face you. His eyesāglassy and rimmed with redāwidened, but you couldnāt tell if it was the drugs or the sudden surge of shame that brought the tears to the surface.
āBaby, Iāā
āDonāt.ā The word escaped like venom, your voice steady even as your hands trembled.
He flinched as if your word was physical blows. āI wasnātāI mean, I was, butāā
āSpare me the excuses.ā you snapped, stepping closer, even though it took everything in you not to walk right out. āYou promised me, Rafe. You swore to me you were done with this.ā
He opened his mouth, his lips parting, but no words came. Just silence. He looked utterly paralyzed, like a child caught red-handed but too ashamed to speak.
The sight of him like thisāhigh, broken, and barely holding himself togetherāmade your heart ache. But that ache was overshadowed by the searing pain of betrayal.
āYou canāt even defend yourselfā¦.ā you said quietly, shaking your head. āI canāt keep doing this, Rafe.ā
āNo,ā he finally croaked, his voice weak, pleading. āDonāt say that. Pleaseāā
But you couldnāt bear to hear any more. You turned on your heel, walking out before he could stop you, before your resolve could crack.
And just like that, it was over.
~~~~~~
The next morning, you sat in the sweltering heat of Barryās makeshift office, the metallic whir of a fan doing little to ease the suffocating air.
Barry leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement as he eyed you. āDidnāt think Iād see you here,ā he drawled. āWhatās the occasion, princess?ā
You ignored his smug tone, sliding a stack of bills across the table. āThis is for you to stop selling to Rafe.ā
Barry raised a brow, picking up the wad of cash and flipping through it lazily. āYou serious?ā
āDead serious,ā you said, your voice steady, even though your insides were churning. āI donāt care what it takes. Just keep your shit away from him.
A low whistle escaped him as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. āGotta say, I admire the dedication. But you really think cutting me off is gonna fix him? Kidās got his ways.ā
āThen Iāll deal with them too,ā you shot back, fire in your eyes. āIāll deal with every dealer on this goddamn island if I have to.ā
Barry smirked, clearly entertained. āYour funeral, sweetheart. But hey, a dealās a deal. Rafeās off my list.ā
You stood, leaving without another word. The weight in your chest didnāt liftāit only grew heavier.
You loved Rafe too much to let him kill himself, even if it meant breaking yourself in the process.
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It was past midnight when you heard the knock.
You werenāt expecting anyone, and for a moment, you hesitated. But curiosity won out, and you swung the door open without checking.
Your breath caught when you saw him.
Rafe stood on your doorstep, disheveled and trembling. His skin was pale, his eyes sunken, and he looked like he hadnāt eaten or slept in days. He was a messānot from drugs, but from something deeper, something raw and human.
āRafe?ā you whispered, barely recognizing him.
The moment his gaze met yours, his face crumpled, and without a word, he dropped to his knees.
āPleaseā¦ā he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. āPlease, just let me explain.ā
You stared at him, frozen in place. āWhat are you doing? Get up.ā
āNo,ā he said, shaking his head vehemently. āI canātāI canāt lose you...ā His hands clutched at the hem of your shirt, his grip desperate. āIāll do anything. Therapy, rehab, counselingāanything you want. Just donāt walk away from me. Please...ā
āRafeā¦ā Your voice broke as tears filled your eyes, but you didnāt stop him.
āYouāre the only good thing in my life,ā he said, his voice cracking. āI canāt breathe without youā¦I canāt live without you... Iāll fix thisāI swear to God, Iāll fix this. Justā¦ donāt leave meā¦ā
The raw vulnerability in his voice shattered every wall youād built around your heart. Slowly, you stepped closer, your fingers trembling as they cupped his face.
āYou lied to meā¦ā you said softly, your tone breaking under the weight of your pain. āYou promised me, Rafe. How am I supposed to trust you again?ā
His tears fell harder, and he shook his head, his words spilling out in a desperate rush. āIāll prove it to you. Iāll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, I swear. I donāt care what it takesāIāll get clean. Iāll fix everything...ā
You wanted to believe him, you really did. But the wounds of his betrayal were still raw, still bleeding.
āYou hurt me..ā you whispered, your tears falling onto his cheeks as you leaned down. āAnd if you do it again, I swear, Rafeā¦ā
āI wonāt,ā he interrupted, his hands trembling as they rested over yours. āI wonāt. I swear on everythingāI wonāt lose you again.ā
You studied him for a long moment, your heart aching at the sight of him so broken, so desperate. Slowly, hesitantly, you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
He closed his eyes, his entire body trembling beneath your touch.
āIāll hold you to that..ā you murmured, your voice cracking.
When you pulled away, you saw the flicker of hope in his tear-filled eyes. You didnāt say anything else, stepping back into the house and leaving the door ajar.
He hesitated for a moment, looking up at you like youād just handed him salvation. And for the first time in days, he rose to his feetānot with confidence, but with determination.
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. This wasnāt the end of your pain, or his. But it was the start of something new.
Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she canāt say it cause sheās shy.
Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like āprincess, babyā etcā¦
Authors Note~ Heyy!! Iām kinda trying out a new format so thatās why this looks like what it looks likeā¦ also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoyšš
Pt2
Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.
you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.
"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.
He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.
You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.
"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.
"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."
You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.
He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.
"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.
But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.
Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.
He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.
It's too much. You can't take it anymore.
You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.
He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.
"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.
You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.
"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.
His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.
He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.
His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.
"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."
Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for thisā¦and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONEš
