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As you heard Rafe’s large truck pull into the driveway of Tannyhill, you shot up from your position on the luxurious sofa excitedly. Pulling down your tiny Aritzia shorts, you rushed to the door to open it up. The warm sun beat down on your skin as you stepped out into the warmth. You took one step down so you could be face to face with him, he hopped out the truck wordlessly, then turned to grab his work bag from the passenger seat. He slung it over his shoulder, slamming the door and waltzing over to you. A grin breaking out on his face as you practically bounced up and down in your spot. “Rafey! I missed you soooo much.” You said, as he swooped you up. Your legs locked around his waist. “Missed you too, baby.” He muttered, large hands slipping to your ass.
As he gripped you squealed, “Did you miss me or my butt, jeez.” You whined playfully, he rolled his eyes at that. “Missed all of my baby, smell so good.” He whispered, nosing at your neck as he carried you inside, swiftly shutting the door with his foot. He groaned as he took off his work boots. “Ya’ might get dirty, sweetheart.” He said as he made his way to the kitchen, he sat you on the marble island. “Yes, I know! Don’t touch anything, go take your outside clothes off.” You exclaimed while hopping off the counter, shooing him out of the kitchen with your hands. “So bossy.” He mocked, heading up the stairs to change.
It was now your turn to roll your eyes. After about 30 minutes, he came down freshly showered. A pair of grey sweatpants sat low on his hips, his Calvin Klein boxers poking out the top. He looked at your position on the couch, he knocked your phone out your hand and laid right on top of you. “Mm, now you smell not so sweaty, and extra sexy.” You whispered into his ear, his ears slowly reddened at that. He lifted his head from the crook of your neck to look at you, “Extra? I’m always sexy.” He said, leaning into your lips. You melted against his, whining into it. “That’s true.” You breathed heavily, he began placing kissed down your neck. “We are not fucking on the couch, Rafe Cameron.
“Says who?” He scoffs, lifting up to paw at your shorts. “Says me…” You breathed heavily as he began pulling them down. “You don’t sound too convinced.” He smirked. You looked at him wide eyed, “I’m not, let’s fuck on the couch.” His smirk widened at that, “Atta girl.”
please let me know what you thought, also i lwky didn’t have any ideas?
3 times when you lived up to your ‘crybaby’ nickname.
warning ~ rough smut in last blurb
please let me know how you think I did for my first time writing smut, reblogs are always appreciated :)
1.
Your period has just started, emotions at an all time high. Rafe wasn’t helping, he was focused on work and you didn’t want to interrupt him. You were hungry, craving your comfort food. Pasta. I’m so hungry, you thought. Aching pains started in your stomach, groaning into the pillow below you. Twisting and turning on the bed, you clutched your lower stomach to soothe the aching. Before you knew it, tears began shedding from your eyes. Sobs left your body unwillingly as the weight of the day unraveled, “Hurts so— hic— bad.” You whimper.
Rafe’s feet pattered against the wood floor, “Baby? You okay?” He asked, tone full of worry as he heard your sobs from two rooms away. “No!” You shouted, nasally. “What’s wrong, honey?” He muttered, veiny hand rubbing at my backside. “My — ha— period.” You gasped. “Awe, I’m so sorry, honey. What can I do to make it better?” He asked. You turned over, revealing your flushed face. Your eyelashes stuck together from tears, nose red and cheeks flushed. He instantly softened, hands going up to thumb at the tears that rolled down your puffy face.
“So cute-” You interrupted him was an eye roll. “Do not compliment me right now! I need a heating pad, 2 tylenol and snacks, pronto!” You yelled, holding a hand up to his face. His hand covered yours as he grabbed it, placing a light kiss on it. “Gimme’ a kiss first then I’ll do it.” You put your hand down and raised a brow at him. His eyebrows raised at your face, “Don’t give me that look, baby. Y’know kiss tax.” He shrugged. You giggled, “That was so stupid.” You muttered. You mustered up enough strength to sit up and place a kiss to his lips. His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you tightly against his lips.
He took your breath right away, kissing you passionately. You placed a hand on his chest and pushed him away. “You’re gonna eat my face before I get a chance to eat my snacks.” You sighed. “Okay, sit tight, crybaby.” Leaving you to think of ways to punch him in the head.
2.
Ice cream is everybody’s favorite dessert, especially yours. Strawberry was your go to when you were sad, happy, it was just your all time favorite. The scorching sun burned down on you, your babydoll top doing nothing against the heat. A jean skirt covered your bottom as you kicked your Mary Jane covered feet back and forth. Rafe was at the ice cream stand you had begged him to stop at, the warm Greece air swirling around you. “Thank you.” Rafe muttered, he turned around and was met with your big eyes. “Oh my gosh, Rafe! It looks so yummy!” You exclaimed and rushed to his hands, slipping the Strawberry Shortcake cup out of his large hands.
He beamed at you, sharp eyes roaming your figure. He wiped his cold hands down his polo shirt, before grabbing a hold of the spoon. “Rafe! What’re you doing?” You whined, watching as he took a big bite of it. You gasped, “That was the hugest bite EVER! Rafe!” You exclaimed. He chuckled through the bite, wolfish teeth gleaming in the sun. “I had to check if it was poisoned.” He shrugged. You gave him a blank stare, “Oh okay, wasn’t funny? Thought it was.” He muttered. “It was! And that’s why it’s making me angrier!” You giggle, pushing at his chest. He threw his head back with laughter, “Knew it.” He turned away slightly, doing a little ‘yes’ motion. Laughter overtook you, tears pricking in your eyes. “You’re so frickin’ stupid, you can’t make me cry, my mascaras good today!”
As you guys walked down the street, it became a little more crowded with people. Rafe had an extra tight grip around your waist, “Stay close ‘Kay?” He whispered into your ear. “Yeah.” You brushed it off lightly. You were looking inside of one of the streets when a man made close contact with you, knocking your ice cream cup straight out of your hand. You squealed, “My ice cream!” Tears pricked in your eyes. “I’m sorry, honey.” He muttered, watching as it began melting against the hot pavement. “I can’t believe this.” You muttered, tears now streaming down your face. “It was so good— hic—,” Now full on sobbing in the middle of the busy streets of Greece. “And it was so good.” You finished sadly.
Heads started to turn at the sound of your cries, he led you by the small of your back to an alleyway. “I know, I know, you don’t gotta cry, baby. I’ll just buy you a new one.” You continued crying, hands fidgeting with the end of your skirt. He thumbed at your tears, wiping them away and smudging the mascara under your eye. “Shit.” He muttered. “My makeup!” You exclaimed, stomping a foot. “Purse, please!” You whined. “Well, what’s in here that’ll help you?” He said, slipping the small coach bag from around his buff arm. “Makeup wipes! I packed them just in case I cried.” You explained. He scoffed, “Smart. You even know you’re a crybaby.” He crossed his arms over his chest, watching you in amusement. “Hey, you prick!” Laying a slap to him.
3.
The warm air surrounded you and Rafe, baby hairs sticking to your forehead. He slammed into you, a whine escaping your lips as you both chased your highs. The tip of his cock brushing against your cervix, “Ha— fuck! Rafe!” You whine as he practically dug you from the inside out. “What, baby, huh?” He said, face pushed against yours. His hips pushed into you roughly, his hands gripping yours to keep you in place. You blabbered out incoherent words, perky tits rubbing against his solid chest. One of his hands went to grip your face, the pace now changed, he thrusted into you with hard, swift strokes. Up, down, up, down. Your eyes looked up at him, big and watery as tears escaped them. “Hic— I wanna ki— ha!” He cooed at you, “My little crybaby, huh? Can’t think can you? It’s getting you all frustrated, huh?” He muttered in faux sympathy.
“Ugh!” You cried out, your inability to speak frustrating you. You puckered your lips up sadly, trying to point him to them. He played confused, “What d’ya want, baby? Huh?” He said, kissing up and down your jaw. You cried harder at that, “Awe, I know, baby. I was just teasing ya.” He muttered against your face. He lifted his head enough just to crash his lips against yours. You moved against his lips needily, whining into his mouth as his thrusts never faltered. He pulled away, watching as you chased after his lips. A grin broke out onto his face, “Yeah? Jus’ wanted a kiss, baby.” You shook your head rapidly, a broken “yes” leaving your puffy lips. The other hand gripping your waist moved to your clit, he began rubbing rapid, quick circles over it.
You attempted to close your legs at the feeling of pleasure but Rafe pried them right open, “Nuh uh baby, you wanted this so now you got it.” He growled, connecting your lips once more. Your hips lifted unconsciously, chasing the pleasure he brought you. He continued to pound you as your orgasm washed over you, clear liquid covering his bottom half. He broke away from you, chasing his own orgasm now. “Fuck, baby. Feels good, huh?” His thrusts now overstimulated you, mouth hanging open as your eyes rolled back. “Hah— feels so good!” You sobbed out. “Yeah? Yeah. I know, I know. I’m gonna fucking cum.” He babbled, hips now pushing against yours harder and harder. He came with a growl, nuzzling his face into your neck.
He then lifted his head up, “My little crybaby, did so good, pretty.” He whispered, thumbing at the stray tears that wandered down your face. You sniffled, leaning into this hands. “I’m gonna be so sore tomorrow, aren’t I?” You muttered, watching as your thighs practically vibrated against the sheets. He chuckled and glanced down at them, “Just a little bit, baby.”
Hii I love your stories and I was wondering if you could write something about reader getting jealous just something like that
jealous | rafe cameron
Every Saturday, you and Rafe go out on a date. It could be shopping, golfing and anything that you enjoyed. This time, you had went shopping. Your first stop was a plaza on the mainland, expensive boutiques littered up and down the plaza. “You almost done here, honey?” Rafe murmured sweetly, one hand full from the previous two stops you made, other holding your Coach purse. You stopped sorting through the expensive material on the racks. Your eyebrows furrowed worriedly, “Are you getting tired of holding my bags? I can hold them! Do you wanna go home?” Bombarding him with questions, before stepping forward to grab your bags.
He quickly pulled them back. “No. I will never get tired of holding your bags. Forget I said something.” He rushed out. “No! We are not forgetting that! What’s wrong?” You whine, crossing your arms over your chest. “C’mon, let’s just look at this rack over here.” He began to walk away, but stopped once he realized the little patter of your feet weren’t behind him. He turned around to see you. A nasty pout fixed on your features, feet planted, and a mean furrow in your brow. “I am not moving unless you tell me.” You whined. He scoffed lightly as if you were joking. When your face stayed flat, and you didn’t move one inch, he began to believe you.
“Okay, fine. The perfume in here is really starting to hurt my head, it’s just too strong. I wanna stay for you though.” Your pout faltered at his statement. “Awe, baby! You have a headache? Why didn’t you just tell me?” You cooed, moving to cup his face in your hands. His eyes stared down at you, big and gleaming at your softness. “Mhm, wanna go.” He whispered the more you cooed at him. “Okay, let’s go!” You said, placing the items back on the rack and grabbing his hand. You dragged him out the big boutique, he stopped to take a deep breath of fresh air once you stepped out.
A cute store caught you out the corner of your eye, decorated with light pink accents. You and Rafe made eye contact and you raised your eyebrows, he nodded and you guys began heading that way. You made it to the store, an employee greeting you at the door. She was short, button nose and had the cutest face. “Hi! Welcome to Viccolo. I’m Sadie, I’ll be here if you need help.” She said, eyes big and gleaming at… Rafe. “Hi!” You smiled at her, big and bright. She then turned to me and her expression changed. Her eyes raked up and down my outfit, my miniskirt feeling a little too short now. She hummed and turned away quickly.
You gulped at that, “What’d I do?” You thought. Rafe seemed to notice that, mouth firmly shut. You began to walk around, stopping at a white cardigan, buttons baby pink with a gold circle in the middle of it. He didn’t say anything but he clocked your sudden attitude change after that. You plucked it off the shelf easily, scanning the next rack. A shuffle was heard behind you and you suddenly see the employee, picking up a bag that had slipped out of Rafe’s hand. He bent over to grab it, but she was faster. “Thank you, I really appreciate that.” He muttered, swiftly grabbing it from her hands.
She smiles up at him brightly, hand brushing against his a little longer than you appreciated. You walked over to him, “Hi!” You waved your hand in her face with a bright smile on your face. She acknowledged you, face dropping a bit. “Hi— Yeah, me! I’m actually his girlfriend, so I don’t appreciate you prancing around my boyfriend.” You exclaimed. “Oh, well yeah I know.” She muttered, eyes flitting between you and Rafe. “So, why are you following us around the store?” You questioned, arms crossing over your chest. “Okay, okay, baby. You’re getting a little feisty there.” He placed a hand on your chest, pushing you back a little.
You looked up at Rafe, being met with his eyes staring down at you. His mouth was pursed into a firm line, eyes twinkling in a way that said, “I love you, but for the sake of not getting kicked out, pipe down.” Your eyes turned to slits as you narrowed them at the both of them, Sadie’s eyes glistened as if Rafe was defending her. No, he’s just stopping me from beating her ass, you thought. “No need to get fiery!” She muttered, an exasperated expression on her face. Your face shifted from anger to disgust, her words making Rafe turn to her. “Just because I’m stopping you from getting your ass beat, doesn’t mean you have the right to talk shit. Okay?” He asked, broodingly.
Her laughter died within her throat at this, Rafe’s eyes were filled with disgust as he took in her appearance. Your nasty attitude broke, a smile breaking out onto your face. “Thank you.” He said at last, before turning back to you and leading you out of the store by the small of your back. Once out you turned to him, “I never want to go shopping with you again, girls always seem to flirt with you like I’m invisible.” You mutter sadly, arms crossing over your chest as your gaze landed upon the floor. One of his large hands went to your chin, grasping it firmly before lifting it up so you could meet his eyes. “Oh? So, I guess you don’t wanna go to Victoria Secret as well, huh?” He questioned. Your eyes widened, the idea of new undergarments brewing in your head.
“Well, actually, maybe we can go there. But, you have to stand outside.” He scoffed at that. “Me? Rafe Cameron? Standing outside? Who’s gonna hold your bags, or pay for your stuff?” Now, it was his turn to stand with his arms crossed over his chest. “Me? How do you think I lived before I met you, I’m not this spoiled for no reason.” His tongue prodded into his cheek, slightly unhappy to hear that. “Want me to turn around and ask Sadie if she wants to entertain me while you shop in there?” He asked, tone unnerving. Your eyebrows furrowed, “Absolutely not, Rafe! She almost had you!” You whined, stomping a foot and grabbing his hand. He chuckled lowly, “Bit possessive there, eh?” He asked. You stopped dead in your tracks, “I will leave you right here-” he cut you off with a kiss. “Okay, okay, baby. I got your point.”
Your feet pattered against your driveway as you skipped down it, Rafe’s truck sitting right at the end of it. The sound of him opening up his door has your heart fluttering in your chest. He came from the other side of the truck, a grin spreading over his features as he ran his eyes over your outfit. “Don’t I look pretty?” You asked, eyes crinkling as you got closer to him. He drew in a sharp breath as you bounced down the driveway, your skirt accidentally coming up so he could see the polka dot print of your lace panties. “Fuck, mhm, you look so gorgeous, honey.” He muttered, eyes still trained on the bottom of the frilly skirt you wore. He opened the car door, passenger seat looking warm and cozy.
“But, I shouldn’t have to ask you, you should just tell me.” You whined, a familiar pout covering your face. You stepped up onto the truck step, not even making it inside before he grabbed your hand and spun you around to face him. His large hand gripped your chin firmly, not hard, but firm enough to make you listen. “C’mon, honey. You barely gave me a chance to tell you.” Your eyebrows furrowed at this, shaking your head you began whining again. “But, You had the entire time I was coming down the driveway to tell me I looked pretty.” Your eyes looked anywhere but him. Yes, you were actually upset. But, that’s just you getting used to Rafe spoiling you.
“I did have all that time, huh? Should’ve scooped you up at the front door and carried you allll the way down here, huh?” You nodded in agreement bashfully, face warm as he looked at you lovingly. “Look at me,” Your big eyes met his again. “You are the prettiest, sweetest girl I’ve ever met. Your hair looks so good, huh, do all this for me?” He asks. “Mhm! And I even put this pretty bow, look!” You exclaimed, mood now uplifted after his chain of compliments. You turned around, hand pointing out your white lace bow placed strategically in your half up half down.
“So pretty.” He exhales, fingers reaching up to graze it. “You done pouting now? Cause’ you didn’t even give me a kiss.” Turning around to face him once more, you began kissing him all over his face. “I’m - kiss - done - kiss - pouting!” You said, ending your sentence off with a kiss. “You didn’t even kiss my lips.” He complained, rolling his eyes in annoyance. Your mouth dropped in shock, “How come you get to roll your eyes but not me!” You shrieked. He kissed you roughly, tongue slipping between your lips with ease. His large hand wrapped around your neck, holding you there softly. You moved in sync, beginning to let out little whines as his mouth moved against yours desperately. He pulled away, leaving you breathless and your lip combo now on his lips.
“Shh, baby.” Was all he whispered, pushing you down into the car seat and buckling your seatbelt. He placed one last kiss on your lips, short and sweet, before closing the door and crossing over to the driver side. He swung open the door, hopping in and buckling himself. “Ready, baby?” He questioned. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” You bounced excitedly, moving the blanket that was strictly designated for you, over your legs.
As you walked around the mall, hands interlaced. Rafe had to keep a tight hold on you or else you’d run off. But when you peeped Bath and Body Works, you broke away from Rafe who was now talking to a salesman that encountered the both of you. Like a kid in a candy store, you smelled every scent you could, using the tester lotions and everything. 10 minutes after, you were now in line to check out. Two perfumes, two lotions and two body washes. “Hi!” You greeted the cashier politely. She muttered something back quietly, “Excuse me?” You questioned sweetly. “I said, looks like you enjoyed shopping.” She repeated, huffing at you.
You were taken aback. Did you come at her wrong? Rough day at work? You looked around wearily, eyebrows furrowing. “Okay, your total is 76.90. How will you be paying today?” Her voice was monotone, expression blank as she stared at you. “Card.” A smooth voice said from behind you, you knew who it was, you could recognize his cologne from a mile away. The cashiers eyes twinkled at the sound of Rafe, who held out his card to her. You leaned back onto him, his arm coming to wrap around your waist. “Running off, eh?” He muttered. Shaking your head, “Couldn’t resist B&BW.” You whispered back.
He chuckled lowly, paying no mind to the cashier as she fronted the prettiest smile she could for him. She handed back his card and looked over at you, watching as his arm around your waist tightened. “Bag?” She asks. Girl, what do you think? You thought. Rafe seemed to see straight through you as he answered for you, “Yeah.” She began packing the items into the bag, handing it straight to you. “Thank you!” You smiled. “Yeah, welcome.” She answered, but her eyes stayed trained on Rafe. Meanwhile, his were trained on you. He swiftly took the bag without even so much as glancing at her. He switched the bag to the other hand, which held 3 other bags. “Do you want me to carry one, I know your strong but your making me feel bad.” You whined.
He shook his head stubbornly. “No. I wanna carry ‘em. This is my workout for the day, or for right now. If you know what I’m saying.” He said. You slapped at his chest playfully, face growing warm again at that. “Rafe! You can’t say that out loud!” You whisper yelled at him. He laughed loudly, finding himself really funny. “It’s funny?” You asked. He struggled to catch his breath, as his face began turning light pink. “Uh huh. Whew. That was hilarious, think you brought a tear to my eye.” He sighed loudly as he fake wiped a tear. “You think I spent too much?” You muttered, looking at the bags he held. Victoria’s Secret, PacSun, Lululemon and a small pandora bracelet within the PacSun bag.
“You could never spend too much with me, sweetheart.”
The bedroom door creaked open slowly. You looked up, Rafe entered the room tauntingly. “Hey, baby.” He said, voice rough with a cocky grin on his face. A little breathless, you stood up, walking over to him. His hands went up to your face, holding you softly. “Hi.” Was all that came out your mouth, eyelashes fluttering as you looked up at him with big eyes. His lips brushed yours, “So pretty..” He murmured before connecting our lips. You whined into his mouth, feeling his grin spread across your lips. He controlled the kiss, soft but meaningful. He pulled away but you chased his mouth for one last peck.
“Needy, aren’t ya’?” He chucked lowly, hands now on your hips. You pouted, a full-on pout. His eyes twinkled in amusement. Cute, he thought. “Don’t pout, sweetheart, I’m sorry, I won’t call you needy again.” He said, playing into my act. “Y’know if you pout, we won’t be able to watch a movie later. We’ll just have to go to sleep.” He added. You perked up, “But, I wanna watch a scary one…” You muttered. He smiled, “So no pouting, okay?” You nodded, his hand running up and down your back soothingly.
9:10 PM | First Activity: Skincare
As you lotioned up your legs, Rafe watched as he laid on his back with his arms behind his head. He studied you, eyes watching dark and curious. “You put perfume on to sleep?” He questioned curiously, watching as you picked up a vanilla scent. You looked at him with a deadpan expression, “Do you think I naturally smell like vanilla, baby?” He rolled his eyes at your response. He stood up swiftly, his front now pressing against your back. His hands encased your body tightly. He dug his face into your neck, mouthing at it. “You smell good all the time, even when you’re sticky and gross.” You giggled at that, slapping at his arm. “You lie!” He chuckled lightly, pulling away from your neck as purplish bruises were starting to form.
You walked to the vanity, Rafe still clinging onto your back. Before you could sit, he sat first and then placed you onto his lap delicately. “You sitting here, now?” You asked. He shrugged, relaxing into the chair a bit. You adjusted yourself, getting comfortable. You began to do your skincare, explaining to Rafe what the purpose of each item was. His eyes were big and curious as he watched you apply hyaluronic acid, you rubbed it in carefully. Rafe muttered something ineligible, “What’d you say, honey?” You asked, meeting his eyes in the mirror of the vanity. “Want it.” He repeated, short and simple. “This?” You asked. He nodded. You turned around in his lap, applying a few drops and then rubbing it in.
He groaned lightly as you kneaded his face softly, “Needed this.” He whispered. You smiled at that, “Knew you did.” You replied. He slumped a bit more, eyes growing heavy as your hands worked magic. “No falling asleep yet!” You yelled, offering a little slap on his cheek. His eyes opened, eyebrows furrowing at the touch. He grabbed your face in one hand, squeezing a little. “I’m sleepy. We should sleep.” He said, wiggling my face with each word. “I barely even did anything.” You whined at the feeling of him picking you up, legs locking around his waist instinctively. “Don’t care, want you, in this bed, rubbing my back.” He exclaimed, laying us down on the bed.
9:45 PM | Second Activity: Movie Cuddling
The room was dim as we relished in each other’s company. Rafe’s breathing was light, face buried into your neck as you raked your acrylics up and down his back. “Rafe, baby?” You whispered. A few beats, and then he replied. “Yeah, baby?” His voice heavy with sleep, “Did I wake you?” He exhaled loudly. “Mhm.” He hummed. You giggle softly, his grip on your hips tightened, almost afraid you’d leave. “You didn’t even kiss me goodnight.” You pouted once more, Rafe seemed to know this as he lifted his head out of the crook of your neck. His eyes studied you, he sat up just enough to press his lips to yours. His lips moved against yours warmly, once disconnected, he began pressing kisses all over your face.
“That enough kisses for you, sweetheart?” He asked, face moving back to the crook of your neck. You sighed contently, humming as you melted into him.
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