18+ MDNI — protected piv , vanilla , soft!rafe , bigdick!rafe , swearing, nicknames eg ‘ma’ and ‘baby’. FT. RAFE CAMERON X AFAB!READER
“c’mon ma, it’s okay.” he murmurs gently, grabbing your hips and pulling you to hover over him. he’s looking up at you like you’ve hung the moon and the stars, and it sends a shiver up your spine. glancing down between the two of you, you catch sight of his cock standing to attention, the tip red and swollen and desperate for any kind of attention.
tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, you breathe out a shaky sigh and plant your hands on his chest to try and steady yourself, ignoring the way your chest tightens in anticipation. “i dunno if i can, rafe.” you admit after a beat of silence, glancing up at him to try and gauge his reaction. a part of you expects him to roll his eyes, to tell you that you’re being ridiculous. instead, he brings his hands up to rub along your arms, the touch grounding you somewhat.
“we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, baby.” you shake your head, running your fingers through your hair and shifting atop him. “i want to, i just…” you trail off, trying to find the right way to put your thoughts into words without sounding like a complete and utter mess. “i dunno, it’s just a bit overwhelming, i guess.” his eyes soften further at that, if possible, and he smiles up at you in understanding.
shifting to lean up on his elbows, he takes a moment to memorise your gestures, to figure out the best way to to put your mind at ease. “we’ll go really slow, ‘kay?” when you nod, he adjusts himself beneath you and swallows thickly. “just tell me when you’re ready.”
it takes you a moment, but eventually you nod again and wrap your hand around the base of his cock. even the slight touch has his mind reeling, and he has to hold himself back from thrusting up into your hand and ruining the moment completely. your hand doesn’t even fully wrap around the girth of it, and you blow out another shaky breath of nervous excitement. “okay,” you murmur to no one but yourself, manoeuvring to press the tip against your entrance. guiding your hips downward, your eyes flutter shut as you breathe through the burn of the initial stretch.
“that’s it. take your time, baby.” he whispers soothingly, his fingers flexing against your skin where the red on your waist, watching with hooded eyes as he disappears into you. a whimper from your parted lips draws his attention back to your face, his gaze flickering over your expression to make sure that you’re okay. he grabs one of your hands in his and squeezes reassuringly, his jaw flexing as he resists the urge to bottom out inside of you.
it takes another minute or so for him to finally reach the hilt, but when he does, you both moan in tandem. “h-holy shit.” you whine, cheeks flushed a pretty pink and hairline dotted with sweat. you can feel ever veining and ridge along his cock against your walls, and it’s the most euphoric thing you’ve ever experienced. whilst the burn is still there, it is only slight, and the pleasure overshadows any pain leftover. “move— please.” he laughs breathily at your plead but obeys without hesitation, starting slow until you begin to grind your hips against his.
his thumb finds your clit as he speeds up, the added sensation making your vision white. “yes, yes, yeah..!” you babble without pause for air, feeling stuffed full of his cock. “god, yes—” your whines fill the air, already able to feel your orgasm approaching at full speed. rafe spreads his legs to get a better angle as he stares at your face in awe, watching your expression shift and change with every thrust of his hips. “i’m close, baby.” he warns you through uneven breaths, his jaw slackening and his legs beginning to shake.
“fuck, me too.” you whine, eyes rolling back as you bounce your hips faster, the sound of his balls clapping against the skin of your ass echoing around the bedroom. “cum f’me, come on.” he mumbles, his other hand reaching up to pull at one of your pebbled nipples. that does it for you. your hips stutter and your legs tremble as your climax smacks into you, coaxing a drawn-out groan from your throat. feeling your walls spasm around his cock has rafe spilling into the condom without being able to warn you first, his hips thrusting into you one last time.
“shiiit.” he moans when you collapse onto his chest, the both of you panting like you’ve just run a marathon. it almost feels as though you have. “you okay, ma?” he asks, brushing some of the hair back from off of your forehead. you nod and hum in contentment, eliciting a satisfied smile from rafe. “good. m’glad you enjoyed yourself.”
everytime i read a rafe fic where he’s supposed to be a husband or a dad or something and they mention his hair moving or being longer or something i ignore it bc that man has a buzz cut. husband! rafe or dad!rafe has a buzz cut and i cannot see it any other way
Blinking rapidly, you clear the tears from your eyes as you throw your hands back into the sink, yanking out yet another dirty dish caked in food that sat out far too long. Music blares from Winnie’s room; bass thumping through the walls while she and her friends scream over it.
From the living room comes the clashing sound of plastic, Poppy and Rory shrieking as their fake lightsabers smack together, running circles around the glass coffee table—getting way too rough for comfort—the puppy following right behind them, barking with every other step.
“Pop. Rory—” You warn as you step around the kitchen island to the living room just as the back door flies open.
“Is it that bad?” Max laughs as he walks in with a group of his buddies fresh off the boat, sunburnt beyond belief, glassy-eyed from a few too many drinks, water dripping off all of them as they trail straight across the freshly cleaned floor. “It’ll tan. I’ll be fine—Ma, boats outta gas. Love you—” He hollers before his bedroom door claps shut.
You purse your lips, the weight of your anxiety settling heavy in your chest as you turn back toward the kitchen, already forgetting when you left the sink in the first place—your mind too scattered to try and recall.
It’s overwhelming. Everything is.
“M’home,” Rafe calls from the front door.
You don’t look up right away, but you hear the familiar shuffle—his shoes kicked off near the door, the quiet thud of his briefcase landing on the marble floor, the whisper of silk as he loosens his tie.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him slow down, his head cocking slightly when he sees you, already trying to get a better look at your face.
“Baby?”
“I’m fine, Rafe,” you stop him before he can start. “How are you, baby? How was your day?”
He doesn’t answer, just walks toward you. Your hands dive back into the sink, scrubbing the next dish harder, faster in a feeble attempt to appear busy.
He wraps his arms around your body from behind, his large hands settling over yours before gently guiding you to set the dish back down in the sink.
One by one he pulls the rubber gloves off your hands. Your arms fall around your waist as he hugs you tightly from behind, tucking his face into the crook of your neck.
“Slow down, baby. You’re alright,” he murmurs softly against your neck, pressing a slow kiss there.
“Mom!” Winnie shouts suddenly from the top of the staircase. “When’s the pizza getting here?”
You open your mouth to answer, but Rafe beats you to it. “Soon,” he calls, vague enough for her to nod and walk away—vague enough that you could get away without admitting you forgot, but the way your shoulders fall in defeat after you hear her question tells Rafe everything he needs to know.
He hugs you closer still, nuzzling his face in your neck again, breathing deep. “Bad day, baby?” He mumbles.
“Work was… this. Just everything.” You gesture to the house as Rory and Poppy run across the wet, sandy mess Max left behind, slipping and falling to their bums, giggling it off before starting up again.
“I get it, baby, I’m sorry,” he soothes.
Your cheek melts against him as his arms tighten around you.
“I’m gonna get Max and those shitheads to clean up this mess, dishes too—the twins and I will go get the pizzas, and you… You go do whatever’s gonna make you feel good for the meantime, alright?”
“Rafe, I—”
“Yes, sir,” he chuckles softly as he kisses your cheek playfully. “That’s the only thing you should be sayin’ to me, pretty. No excuses.”
“Yes, sir,” you whisper, a small laugh slipping out of you despite the tears. “Really… I’m okay,” you whisper.
“You had a bad day,” he says gently, turning you into his chest. “This is the least I can do, baby—let me do it.”
You nod as he cups your cheeks, tilting down to press a lingering kiss against your forehead.
“Boat’s outta gas,” you sigh, trying not to laugh but Rafe’s already scoffing like he expected no less—like he’s tired but he wouldn’t change a thing.
“Of course it is. Story of our fuckin’ life, huh?”
“Mhmm…”
“You got plans for tomorrow?” He whispers as he pulls you close, letting his forehead rest against yours.
“Nothing,” you smile, your voice still trembling a little.
“Perfect,” he hums. “Gonna fill up that goddamn boat… Get you your favorite meal—some drinks. And we can just sit. Silence. Sunset. You and me.”
“I’d love that,” you sigh.
“Mmm… I love you, baby,” he hums, leaning down to meet your lips again.
You weren’t even in the door before Rafe was on you.
He ripped the keys from your hand, slammed the door shut behind you, and cornered you against it. His eyes, bloodshot, angry, scanned your face like he hadn’t seen it in years.
“I told you not to leave,” he shouted, voice irritated and rough, pure accusation. “But you had to run. Had to go play little miss independent, huh?”
You opened your mouth, maybe to apologize, maybe to defend yourself, but he didn’t give you the chance.
“No. Don’t even try it.” His hands curled around your wrists, pushing them above your head, pinning you hard against the wood. “You left me like I was nothing. Like I didn’t fucking matter. You think you can do that to me?”
His mouth was on your neck before you could answer, biting, sucking, claiming.
“You know what I did while you were gone?” he whispered, lips dragging across your skin. “I sat there, staring at your fucking side of the bed, thinking about how good you sound when you’re crying underneath me. How sweet you beg when you want me back.”
“Rafe—” you gasped, but it came out more like a whimper.
“That’s right, say my name like you missed me.” He shoved a knee between your legs, grinding against your core through your clothes. “You did miss me, didn’t you, baby? Couldn’t sleep without me. Couldn’t come without me.”
His hand wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to make your breath hitch. “Tell me the truth. You didn’t leave because you were done. You left because you wanted me to chase you. You wanted this.”
You hated how wet you already were.
He smirked as he felt your thighs clench around him, cock twitching through his jeans at the sight of your flushed face.
“Pathetic,” he murmured, dragging your panties down under your skirt. “You act like I’m the bad guy. But look at you, standing here soaking wet while I talk to you like a fucking whore. You love it.”
And god help you, maybe you did.
When he bent you over the nearest table, pulling your hips back with a br
“You don’t get to leave me,” he snarled into your ear, shoving into you in one rough stroke. “You’re mine, baby. Always were. Always will be.”
Every thrust felt like a punishment and a reward.
And when you came, shaking, gasping, tears slipping down your cheeks, you weren’t sure if it was guilt, fear, or twisted relief.
But you knew one thing.
You weren’t going anywhere again.
Your cheek was pressed to the table, breath fogging the wood beneath you as Rafe kept a tight grip on your hips, still buried deep inside you. He hadn’t moved yet, just held you there, like pulling out might mean letting go.
“You don’t get to come back just to leave again,” he murmured, voice heavy, raw. His lips hovered over your ear, breath hot. “You think I’ll survive another night without you? Huh?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Not with your body trembling like that. Not with the way his cock twitched inside you at just the thought of you slipping through his fingers again.
“I fucking broke while you were gone,” he hissed, pulling out only to slam back in, so deep it knocked the air from your lungs. “And you what? Slept in someone else’s bed? Had fun pretending you didn’t belong to me?”
“I didn’t—Rafe, I didn’t—” you tried, voice cracking mid-protest.
He growled, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back just enough to hear the truth in your voice. “You didn’t what?” he snapped. “Didn’t miss me? Didn’t touch yourself thinking about me?”
His hand slid down your front, two fingers slipping between your slick folds. “Then why are you still soaking for me, baby? You like this—being punished. Being ruined.”
You whimpered as he rubbed tight circles against your clit while thrusting into you over and over, the table creaking beneath your bodies.
“Tell me you’re sorry,” he growled, voice breaking just a little.
“I’m sorry,” you gasped, eyes wet and voice thick with shame and lust. “I’m sorry I left—”
“Louder.”
“I’m sorry!”
“You gonna leave me again?” he snapped, fucking into you faster now, desperate, angry, needy. Bruising grip, it wasn’t love in his voice, it was ownership.
“No—no, Rafe, I won’t, I swear—!”
“You’re fucking right you won’t.” His hand wrapped around your throat again as he came with a snarl, hips jerking as he filled you. “You’re not going anywhere. Not ever again.”
He stayed there, slumped over you, still buried deep, holding your body like it was a lifeline and a chain all at once.
Then his grip softened. His lips brushed the side of your head. And that voice, dangerous, soft, possessive, whispered, “You love me too much to leave. Don’t you?”
You nodded through your tears, throat tight, heart aching.
💌🎭 “ i don't actually mind seeing you like this. ”
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ pairing : husband!rafe x reader
୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ contains : fluff, slight suggestive
ᝰ.ᐟ🖇️ this actually happened to me so i had an idea 💡
you were in a rush, walking through the store like there's a bomb ticking strapped around your body as you excuse yourself through the people shopping there, too. a sigh of relief escaped you when you finally reached the part of the store you needed the most at this moment—the undergarments section.
it was almost silly to look at you rummaging through the rack so quickly it almost looked suspicious from your body language. without any double take, you take a few sets of panties from the rack labeled with your size before going straight to the counter for checkout. what you didn't notice is that someone had seemingly put the wrong size in the section, making it a size smaller than the ones you need.
you were oblivious, glad that you had made it home before rafe had come home from work until the moment you had a try on session right before bed, after taking a shower. rafe was still in the shower, both of you getting ready for bed after the long day you had of running errands.
"what the fuck." you mumbled to yourself, thumbs slipping under the cloth of the newly bought panties you're now wearing. most of your ass were practically out, the panties doing anything, but actually covering you as you turn your back towards the mirror to look at yourself. "did it shrink on the way home or what?" you question, a frown etching on your face when you move your hands down to cup the leftovers of your ass.
"now, what do we have here?" rafe whistled, walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist as he look at you with a knowing look on his face. instead of going along with his teasing, you ended up getting annoyed, the day getting worse by the second for you. "i think they got the wrong measurements for my size or something, i don't know!" you huffed angrily, a pout tugging on your lips as you look over towards him.
he held his hands out in defense, surprised by your sudden outburst as he walk over towards you. "i'm sure that this is solvable." he muttered, a hand cupping the back of your head pulling you against him, making you bury your face into his bare chest with his free hand going to wrap you up in a hug as he comforts you.
"let me see," he removes the hand on the back of your head as he reaches out for the untouched panties sitting on the vanity chair that are in the same set as the one you're wearing. he chuckled to himself when he sees the tagging on them, and you remove yourself so fast from his hold, offended. "why are you laughing?" you pushes at his chest although he doesn't budge, making you even more pissed than you already are.
"baby, you got the wrong size. it's a size smaller than you normally wear," he was laughing now, showing you the tags as he shook his head when you practically ripped them away from his hands. "but i took them from the rack—" you cut yourself off, letting out a breath of annoyance as you threw them back on the vanity chair.
rafe was still laughing, amused by the way you're actually pissed over a small mistake. he thought that you actually look cute this way—all grumpy and pouty—and it only made his smile bigger than it already is. he reaches out for you then, a hand cupping your cheek as the other went down to your arm to soothe the skin there in a way to calm you down. "take a deep breath for me, baby." he demonstrate, urging you to follow him as you do what he says.
"it's not that serious, yeah? you didn't do anything wrong," he assures you, thumb moving against your cheek making your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. "but i had a long day running errands, and i thought that i did something useful by actually getting everything done on my list in a day just for this to happen." you were rambling now, telling him the thing that's actually stressing you out. he didn't say anything then, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he listens.
and when you were finally done, you let out a sigh of relief, feeling like a weight has been lifted from your chest after telling him everything that's been bothering you the whole day. "you did something useful today, you always do. it's just an honest mistake, okay? it's not your fault they weren't doing their job right," he cooed, tilting his head to the side to look at you better.
you huffed again, "now i feel bad because we're blaming them for my mistake." as you bury your face back into his bare chest, arms snacking around him to pull him closer. he lets out a soft laugh at that, shaking his head at your antiques before making eye contact with the mirror that's facing the two of you—specifically your ass that's practically out—an idea coming up to his mind.
"well," he drags the word out as his hands that were wrapped around you are now moving down to cup your uncovered skin. "i don't actually mind seeing you like this every once in a while." he said it almost too proudly, the smirk on his face telling you more than words can explain as you pushes him away, again. he faked hurt then, a hand coming up to his chest after you had harshly pushed him away although it did nothing to him.
"seriously, rafe?" you call out, a smile threatening to tug on your lips as you look away from him, crossing your arms against your chest, "you're a freak." but it only made him smile wider, pulling you back in with both his hands on your waist.
he nudges his nose with yours, "yeah, but i'm your freak." before leaning in to kiss you, hands not staying long on your waist as they make their way down to cup your exposed ass.
imagine being chris’ best friend, sitting next to him on the couch while some random movie plays, you’re cuddled up on his lap because that’s how all best friends sit together, right? anyway, you start playing with his hair, slowly pushing him to into a sleepy haze, and yet when you stop, he’s flashing you those tired, heavy lidded, insanely attractive yet slightly innocent eyes, silently begging you to keep playing with his hair. and you do, but in a split second, he’s hooking your thighs over his so that you’re straddling him and pressing his lips to yours, softly mumbling how much he loves kissing you against your lips, not realizing he completely blurred the lines of your guys’ friendship beyond repair.
Summary: reader and Drew celebrate the release of the ‘Perfume’ music video!
Warnings: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), praise, swearing, male masturbation, dirty talk, missionary position, sex on couch, daddy kink, protective piv sex, boob worship (?), drinking wine, fangirling
Part one, part two, part four
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Two weeks had went by.
Two long, busy weeks of you not hearing much from Drew, other than the promotions and photo stills you would send him.
It was finally the release day, and within 18 hours, the video had already reached 200 million views.
You were currently sitting on your light grey couch, flicking through Netflix movies when your phone buzzed with a notification.
Drew Starkey: Hey, congrats on the success of the video. I’m still very honored you wanted me to he apart of it. You still down to celebrate?
Oh.
In all honesty you were expecting Drew to stop talking to you after the shoot.
But within those two weeks, you were both extremely busy, so reaching out was hard.
That didn’t mean you two didn’t text at all, it was just two or three messages a day.
Drew was notorious for being a bad texter, not to mention how filled up his schedule was.
So you never took it to heart. Or, at least tried.
But seeing the notification that he actually still wanted to hang out, wanted to celebrate with you…
Your User: hi, thank you so much! i’m still so happy and grateful you said yes <33
Your User: and yes i’m still down to celebrate!! when are you free?
Maybe the double texting was too much, but you were already a glass of wine in, and texting your celebrity crush.
To your surprise, he replied pretty quickly.
Drew Starkey: I’m actually free rn surprisingly, are you?
Oh.
You were in fact free, but ready was the better question.
No, you were not ready to see Drew fucking Starkey, especially looking like how you were currently dressed.
Only wearing sweatpants, a shirt that is three sizes too big, fuzzy socks, and no bra was not exactly presentable to meet the love of your life.
Your User: yes, but i look absolutely horrible rn
Again, another quick response.
Drew Starkey: I doubt that. Can I come see you?
You typed out a message.
Your User: CNEOSHWOSHEODNEOWHSOWBSIFBEOSBAJDBDKDHOSBSKSBDJSHS😜✊👍😜🤭🔥🫶😩
That was what you really wanted to reply with, but instead went for something more nonchalant.
Your User: yeah, you want my address?
It was never good to share your address to anyone online, especially after only meeting in person twice.
But it was Drew Starkey. You would send anything to that man, no questions asked.
Drew Starkey: Yes please
You had spent the last 30 minutes frantically cleaning your apartment. Not that it was a complete mess, but you did want it to be cleaner than what it was.
A soft knock on your door was heard, heart pounding in your chest, hands shaking with nervousness.
Peeking through the peephole, seeing his familiar face was enough to make you almost back out.
Why did you have to be so fucking nervous? He was just a man.
Your fingers unlocked the door, opening it gently.
“Hey, Y/n.” Drew smiled warmly at you, holding a bouquet of flowers.
“Hi… come on in.” You grinned back, trying to hide the feeling in your chest.
Drew’s long legs guide him inside the apartment and he takes a second to look around.
It was cozy, and definitely you.
“I got these f’you.” He hums, holding out the flowers.
“Oh, these are my favorite flowers, Drew… you didn’t have to do that.” You awed, taking the bouquet as he practically handed it to you.
He knew they were your favorite flowers. He might have looked up y/n l/n’s favorite flower onto Google. Not that he would ever admit that, though.
“Really? Damn, lucky pick, I guess.” He chuckled, scratching the side of his neck a little sheepishly.
Putting the flowers in a vase, you realized that he was wearing sweats and a hoodie. It was 10:23pm on a Friday, and clearly you two were appreciating a night off.
It made you feel better about your outfit.
“Do you want anything to eat or drink? I have white or red wine, beer, vodka, soda, water…” You trailed off your options.
“What’re you drinking?” He hummed.
You nodded over to the coffee table, an open bottle of wine with a half filled glass on it.
“Wine.”
“I’ll just have some of that, then.” Drew murmurs.
You grabbed another wine glass and walked over to the couch, hearing his feet behind you.
Sitting down on the couch, you got all comfortable underneath the blanket again, then reached over to pour him a glass of wine.
“Cheers, to the success of ‘Perfume’, and to you.” Drew says softly, holding his glass out for you to clink.
Feeling your face grow a bit warm, you tapped your glass with his.
“Cheers to you being amazing.” You took a sip of the wine, your eyes locked onto his blue ones.
“You have a nice apartment, by the way. Forgot to say that.” He hums.
“Thank you, I wanted to make it as cozy as possible for those rare times I am at home.” You explain.
"Yeah, I get that. Life nowadays is just so hectic." He agrees, blue eyes trailing over your face, as if committing each feature to memory.
"Well, yeah. You're all big and famous now," you tease.
He chuckles sheepishly, his large hand running along the back of his head.
"You have any big plans coming up?" He asked you.
"Yeah, actually. I'm supposed to be preforming at the iHeartRadio Jingle Ball festival in a week," you nod.
"Really? Damn. That beats me, then." He joked.
"What do you have coming up?" You questioned.
"Variety is going to have Harris Dickinson and I do that Actors on Actors interview thing."
"Yeah? That sounds fun," you hummed.
The two of you spent an hour and a half talking about life, success, and just got to know each other.
You both finished the bottle of wine and were now onto your second bottle, the two of you tipsy as you giggled on the couch.
Your body felt warm and you weren't completely sure if it was from the alcohol or the fact that a beautiful man was sitting a foot away from you on your own couch.
Drew felt the same, and one specific joke you made had him laughing a little too hard. His eyes creased in the corner as he smiled, those pretty dimples on display.
But when his large hand went to rest on your knee, the wine in your system completely fought off your anxiety, making you more relaxed.
You found yourself leaning into his touch, your hand resting atop of his.
"Your laugh is so cute, Drew," you murmured.
"Yeah? You're cute," he responded.
You bit your lip, eyes locked onto his. "Is that the alcohol talking or you?"
He grinned, shaking his head.
"That's me talking."
Oh.
"You're sweet..." you trailed off, trying to ignore how butterflies filled your belly.
He just hummed, a comfortable, tension-filled silence falling between you two.
"So, you really had a crush on me for four years?" He teased, squeezing your knee a little.
"Oh, god. We're back at this now, huh?" You grumbled in embarrassment, although there was no real malice behind your tone.
He smirked, licking his lips. "We never left it."
"I certainly did."
"Yeah? You don't have a crush on me anymore?" He murmured, the playful tone in his voice making your stomach turn more.
"I didn't say that...." you trailed off, picking at the extra skin near your nails.
His eyes trail over your form again, taking in every inch of you he can see that's not hidden by the blanket on your lap.
"Hm? Sorry, I didn't hear you."
You rolled your eyes, face hot. "I'm sure you didn't."
He laughed, scooting a little closer to you so your legs were touching.
"'m just fucking with you," he said softly.
"I know..." you glanced over at him, eyes instinctively falling down to his pretty lips.
It had been too long since you felt them on you.
Maybe it was the wine, maybe it was the boost of confidence Drew had gotten, but he slowly leaned in, his free hand going to run his index finger and thumb on your chin.
"Is this okay?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah... yes..." you breathed out shakily, heart racing.
He hummed, gently connecting your lips to his own.
Feeling that familiar, addictive spark when his skin touched yours. You immediately kissed back, your left hand going to cup his jaw.
Kissing. You were kissing Drew fucking Starkey. And it wasn't for work, wasn't for cameras. He kissed you first.
Within moments, he was laying you back on the light grey couch, the fluffy blanket being left abandoned on the floor.
His tongue was in your mouth, sculpted body hovering over yours. Your thighs were spread for him to nestle in between, left hand still cupping his strong jaw, right hand in that soft brown hair.
On instinct you pulled a little on the strands, making him grunt into your mouth. He disconnected your lips, trailing sloppy, needy kisses down your jaw and neck.
Chests pressed together, it was as if you two couldn't get any closer.
"Mhmm... Drew..." you whimpered softly when he nipped at the skin of your pulse point.
"Yeah? That feel nice, sweet girl?" He murmured, voice muffled from his attention on your neck.
You nodded, legs squeezing him in between your body.
"Can I take your shirt off, baby?" He asked, not wanting to do anything you weren't desiring.
"Please.." you breathed out, heart racing, stomach flipping.
His large hand slipped the oversized fabric off and over your head, a small whine leaving him when he saw your pretty tits.
"Fuck, Y/n... you been hiding these from me?" He mumbled teasingly, continuing his line of kisses and nibbles down your collarbone, in between the valley of your breasts.
"All you needed to do was ask," you panted. Your back instinctively arched up, your chest needing some attention from his warm mouth.
He groaned at your answer, moving slightly down your body until he was eye level with your hard nipples. He swirled his tongue around the bud, blue eyes locked on your face when he sucked your nipple into his mouth.
Your body jolted a little, making him hold your side with his left hand, his right hand massaging the other stiffened bud.
He switched sides after a few moments, relishing in the sounds of your pretty moans and pants.
But something else was throbbing and aching, desperately needing his attention.
"Drew," you whined.
"Hmm?" He hummed, still worshipping your boobs.
"Need you."
"Yeah?" He cooed, reluctantly disconnecting his mouth from your right nipple as he continued to kiss down your stomach.
You nod, breathing short and needy. He got to the waistband of your sweatpants, looking back up at you.
"You can take those off too." You gave permission, already knowing what the man was going to ask.
He wasted no time in slipping the fabric down your legs, readjusting so his face was in between your spread thighs.
"Look how you ruined these panties, pretty girl... you're so needy f'me, huh?" He murmured softly.
All you could do was whine when he pressed a tender kiss to your clothed clit, the fabric absolutely soaked. It had been way too long since you'd had sex.
His large hand slid the fabric down your thighs, leaving you completely bare for him.
"So beautiful, baby. So beautiful..." he muttered, talking more to himself than you.
Your legs twitched when he flicked his tongue against your clit, hands digging in his hair.
"Drew--"
"I know, baby. Let daddy eat this pretty pussy, yeah? Just sit back and relax."
A needy whimper left your mouth, but you didn't respond. Not that you could, as he licked a stripe from your pulsating hole to the top of your clit.
He hoisted your thighs over his broad shoulders, moaning a little at your taste. His movements became more eager, beginning to lap at your cunt like a starved man.
Right hand in his hair, left hand gripping the couch. Your eyes rolled back, hips bucking up towards his face.
He made a grunt directly into your clit, another jolt of pleasure going into your body.
"Daddy... fuck..."
His piercing blue eyes were feeding off of your facial expressions, his cock throbbing in his own sweats.
He slipped two fingers into your cunt, focusing his mouth on your clit. His left hand slid down his own pants, beginning to palm his cock through his boxers.
"Yeah? Is daddy making you feel good, sweet girl?" He coos, whining a little as his own hips buck on the couch, desperate for more friction.
His noise and hips bucking made your cunt clench around his fingers, as if trying to pull him in deeper.
The knot in your stomach was already forming, almost embarrassing how quickly he turned you into a mess.
Legs trembling over his shoulders, hips rocking against his face and chin. You couldn't even announce you were coming, mind fuzzy from the pleasure.
He hummed when he noticed you releasing, continuing to lap up all your juices as he came in his pants.
When your body calmed down, he pulled away from your pussy and kneeled in between your legs.
He peeled his own hoodie off, revealing that perfect, toned body of his again. Your eyes drank in the sight, licking your lips.
“You’re so hot, Drew…” you murmured.
His ears were ringing, need coursing through his veins as he slipped off his sweats and boxers.
You had to physically hold back a gasp when you saw his cock for the first time.
People had always written it differently in all those guilty pleasure Rafe Cameron fanfics you would read when you couldn’t sleep.
But seeing it in person was just a whole new experience.
It was long and thick, which was to be expected. The man radiated big dick energy.
Pretty mushroom tip that was still leaking, his pubic hair slightly fuzzy as if he hadn’t shaved it in a week.
“Holy shit…”
“Mhm? Better than you imagined?” He asked teasingly, a smirk on his face as he grabbed a condom from his wallet.
You couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes, a small snicker leaving you.
He rolled the condom onto his shaft, moving to hover over you again.
“Are you sure you want this, Y/n?” He asked softly, eyes gazing intently into yours.
“Yes… please fuck me, daddy.”
He let out a small groan, nestling himself in between your thighs. He used a long, strong arm to grab a couch pillow and tuck it under your hips.
You watched as he teasingly slid his head up and down your slit, tapping it against your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Don’t tease me, please,” you beg.
Your pretty begging weakened his resolve as he slowly slid into you.
Whimpers and noises of pleasure left the both of you at the feeling, a course of energy being shared within your two bodies.
He kept pushing until he was all the way inside, giving you a moment to adjust as he captured your lips in his.
Your hands roamed over his biceps and back, loving the way the muscles flex against your palms. His skin was burning, adding to the electric feel.
When he felt you stop tensing around him, he began to slowly pull back, before pushing in, creating a delicious rhythm.
“Fuck… you feel so fuckin’ good, baby.” He moaned.
Your legs tightened around his hips, a noise leaving you as he rubbed right against that spongy spot.
“So deep, Drew… can feel you so deep,” you whined in between breaths.
“Yeah? You take this dick so good, pretty girl.”
His movements were getting a little rougher with every minute passing, both of you needing this.
Your crush on him for four years, the sexual tension you shared in the music video, the chemistry when you first met him on The Tonight Show.
It was all so surreal and felt like you were living straight out of a fanfic or dream.
His head dropped down to your chest, clearly having a thing for your hardened nipples as he nibbled gently.
Maybe one day Drew would fuck you without the condom and be able to feel your warm, velvety walls squeezing him without the protection.
He could dream.
“Shit, shit, shit.” You swore, the pillow under your hips allowing for his tip to kiss your cervix with every thrust.
“Mhm, yeah. Good girl.” He praised breathlessly, feeling a little lightheaded from everything.
The couch creaked a little beneath you two, your nails digging into his back.
He was already close, eyes fluttered shut as he lifted his head to press a kiss to your forehead.
His calloused thumb went to rub your clit, making your legs twitch around his sculpted hips.
Your cunt squeezed around his cock, your belly on fire with your building orgasm.
“You gonna cum f’me, sweet girl?” He choked out, hips snapping against yours.
“Y-yes!” You squeak, mind hazy, body trembling.
“Yeah… that’s it… let me feel you…”
His breathy words, deep penetration, and touch on your clit sent you over the edge again.
You moaned loudly, clinging onto his body as he talked you through your orgasm.
He was also talking himself through it, feeling his cock twitch as he spilled his seed into the condom.
His body was still against yours, both of you catching your breaths from the intensity.
He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead again, his chest rising and falling.
“You okay?” He asked you softly.
“Mhm… ‘m good…”
You kissed his lips again, more gently this time. His nose brushed against yours when he pulled away, lips connecting to your cheek.
He reluctantly slid out of you, kneeling between your legs again as his blue eyes gazed down at your cunt.
“Did you bring any more condoms?” You ask after a few moments.
He looks at your face, then reaches over to grab his wallet. He pulls out two more condom wrappers.
𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨/𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙨: smut, reader slaps rafe, Rafe slaps reader, degradation, really mean rafe, reader is crying like the whole time, dom!rafe, sub!reader, unprotected piv, rafe is pretty soft at the end, rushed,
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“Fuuuck” Rafe groaned as he brutally slammed into you
“I-i” you were speechless.
Rafe was way too big for you but oh, he made it work alright
Pain was overtaking the pleasure and you didn’t know how to deal with it so you just held tight onto his biceps, nails digging into his skin making scars
“Thats it thats it shiiit”
“Rafe! It h-hurts slow down please!!” You manage to tremble out staring up at him with tears running down your face
“Aww poor little y/n can’t handle this fat cock?”
You shake your head even though you couldn’t process what he was saying
“Slow slow slow!” You try push his lower abdomen away but just can’t
your cries and begs make him go even more crazy.
he groans and somehow speeds up Making you scream
“No!” Your eyebrows furrowed and you couldn’t take it anymore
You slapped him across the face
It went dead silent. You started up at him with an angry face as he looked to be unfazed, just staring right back at you
you panted as you felt relief, you finally felt in control, powerful, the tension was intimidating
but that intense moment ended very quickly
he slapped you back, not too hard, just to return it
Then he carried on
All the control you had just felt now long gone, your mouth dropping open, tears and snot immediately rolling down your face
You cried and cried
“Fuckin brat”
You dug your nails deeper into his skin but he didn’t care, and if he was being honest he loved the pain and pleasure
“Can’t just fuckin take it huh?”
You went to go yell something at him or slap him again
but as soon as he sensed it he flipped you over onto your stomach
“I-it hurts!” You screamed
“It’ll feel amazing soon baby, we just need to,” he panted “need to get this tight little cunt stretched out huh?”
He delivered a hard smack to your ass probably making a red hand print
“Please…. Y-you’re too b-big to go inside me rafey” you cried while rubbing your cheek where he hit you back before,
He grabbed your arms and held them still in one of his so u would stop squirming and focus on the intense burn and stretch happening
“Fuck, gonna cum” he groaned
For some reason you felt yourself about to cum as well but didn’t want to admit it so you just cried into the pillow even harder
He held you still and groaned as You felt his warm cum painting your insides
you unwilling released yours at the same time but the feelings you felt earlier over powered the five seconds of pleasure you had
And for some reason as soon as he pulled out you ran to his arms sobbing into his chest
“You lied… you said it will feel good”
You mumble as he cradled you
“It hurt” you hugged him tighter
He shushed you caressing your back
“I know, i know,”
“I stretched you out good. so it will feel better next time, alright?”
You nod feeling relieved that it’s over and your back in rafes arms, forgetting like nothing just happened
“And i felt you cum before i did” he smirked
You looked up at him, a little smile spread across your face
This was your first sleepover now that you had a close group of friends, the Pogues. You spent the summer hanging out with them, and this weekend, Sarah suggested a sleepover at her house.
cw: +18 MDNI, SMUT, oral (f rec), fingering, angst if you squint, adults skinny dipping, adults getting drunk, adults smoking weed, accidentally flashing tits (lol), overstim if you squint...
word count: 6.1k
note: a bit long but just wait for it😏😏
It would be just the girls, Kiara, Sarah, and you. Of course, her siblings would be there too, since it was their house as well. Whezzie wasn’t someone you guys needed to worry about, but Rafe could be quite challenging.
He had a thing for teasing Sarah's friends, and as you started spending more time with Sarah, he began to bother you as well. His behavior was sometimes hard to handle, especially since his stupidly handsome face could drown out all your reasonable thoughts. His horrible attitude was a red flag with legs. But deep down in you, you were down for him. You just needed a little something to accept it.
As you arrived, Sarah hugged you and helped you gather your stuff to her room, while Kiara and Whezzie were in the kitchen. Sarah's room was beside Rafes's, so this would probably be a long night.
You guys made your way downstairs and started helping Kiara, and Whezzie made the snacks for the night, which consisted of a lot of chips, sour candies, and juice, but not a normal one.
"Now close your eyes, child," Sarah said jokingly to Whezzie. "How funny." She answered, faking a smile. Since Whezzie was the only minor now, Sarah teased her, also not forgetting that one time she got drunk with Topper, and it was a mess, even if they would allow her to drink without snitch, she wanted nothing more to do with it.
Sarah got 2 bottles out of a drawer, a vodka and a sparkling wine. This was their first summer drinking (legally), which has kept them all excited about it.
You and Kiara got a big bowl and added pineapple, strawberries, watermelon, peach, lime, and blueberries. Whezzie poured the cranberry juice, and Sarah finally added the ice cubes, vodka, and sparkling wine. "So... who's thirsty?" Kiara said, and everyone started pouring into their glasses. "Wuhh... that's- that's insane." You said closing your eyes and laughing at the flavor, it was so good and strong. Perfect.
Sarah and Kiara kept drinking and drinking, as the drink got into them, they started to get a bit clumsy and laugh at everything. Cleaning the kitchen. Kiara danced while setting up the music. "Yup... this is the one girls" she said as My humps by Black Eyed Peas started playing. The three of you started to laugh at Kiara dancing and acting out the song. "Come on, girls, don't leave me here alone." The song kept playing, and the dance kept getting ridiculous but funny, and the rap part was coming, you had no idea, but this song was their song. They started a sing/dance along thing.
"And mix your milk." Kiara was pointing to Sarah, and she was pointing to herself. The next line. "With my Coco Puffs," Kiara was now pointing to herself and Sarah, to Kiara, noticing them getting way too close, jokingly flirting. "Milky, milky Coco." You couldn't help but burst out laughing and spit out your drink at getting the meaning of the lines.
"Oh gosh." Whezzie covered her eyes and poured herself a bit of cranberry juice with a lime, and she called it a day, leaving the girls and your drunk selves alone.
Once the kitchen was clean, the music kept playing. You got tipsier, and you guys decided to make the dinner, pizzas, easy isn't? You have to make the dough, add some toppings, 15 minutes in the oven, and it was done, well, that took you all so long, and with how spent you were it took even more, the house was full of big laughs, and screams.
You were now against the kitchen counter, watching the kitchen mess again, getting a bit out of the state of happiness, excitement, and drunkenness you were in, with flour all over the counters and your hands and theirs, you appreciated the use of aprons.
Suddenly, you felt a new presence in the room. "Oh, Sarah, you are so screwed." He laughed, eating some of your fruit. You turned to look at him and rolled your eyes. Kiara was now hitting his hand, stopping him from eating more of your stuff.
"We are cleaning all this, what do you want?" Sarah asked his brother with a sigh.
"Relax, sis, I'm just spending time in my home. Am I prohibited from doing so?" You laughed with a scoff. He was impossible.
He looked at you with a sideways grin; you swallowed and turned quickly to look at the pizza in the oven. They saw and got confused, but it was quickly brushed aside by Rafes next action. "Well, I was just coming to get some water and food. I'm human, too. I have to eat." Sarah knew he did nothing without a hidden intention. "Make it quick." She added, and he elevated his hands, acting innocent.
He made his way to the refrigerator, gathered his food, and was about to leave when he settled his stuff at the counter beside you. They got confused, and you did too. He looked at you in the eyes and got closer. You were in shock. What was he doing? In a normal situation, not being drunk, at the moment he got closer than 1 arm from you, you would have gotten out of there so quickly, but here he was now, at mere centimeters from your face, his hand got closer, and he cleaned your nose with his thumb, since it was covered with flour. "I don't wish our parents to get the wrong idea out of you." he said with a smirk as the flour simulated another thing. You all knew his past and relapses, so him, making a joke out of it wasn't new. He looked behind you at Kiara and Sarah, smiled playfully, and left the kitchen.
"What the hell was that about?" Kiara was the first one to talk. You turned to look at them, an unreadable face on you. Sarah looked startled as well. "That was gross." You bite your lip, without even thinking about it. "Shit." Kiara looked at Sarah. "She's into him." You were about to protest. "Wh-" Sarah covered her mouth. "She is." Sarah laughed but also looked disgusted. "What? What are-" You tried to fight it. Kiara kept laughing, and you couldn't help but do so too. "Stop, please, oh gosh... It just got me by surprise, that's all, stop it." They were not buying it, they saw you, looking up at him, swallowing when his eyes lingered on yours.
"Just, don't do anything gross while I'm looking, I would probably vomit." Sarah added, now getting close to the oven to get the pizza out. "I promise you nothing is happening." you said, helping her get the pizzas out. "We'll see," she smiled, and you settled the pizzas on the counter. "We'll see." Kiara backed her up. And you, annoyed, rolled your eyes and started drinking again. "Let's forget about it, can we?" Kiara nodded, but then added, just for the sake of teasing. "Can you tho?" They were impossible, you thought.
You ate dinner and were so full, so you decided to get changed into your pajamas. Upstairs, you changed and settled your beds on the floor, with lots of sheets, blankets, and pillows. Some funny face masks later, and it was already 2 am. You guys started to get sleepy, so Sarah proposed something. "Quick, swimsuits!" Kiara got up so quickly. "YES." You were confused and a bit sleepy. "What?"
"We are going to swim." They got you up quickly and started removing their pajamas, putting on their swimsuits. "At this hour? Isn't that like... dangerous?" Sarah giggled, "That's the thing, silly." You were not sure, but you started to change too. "We are going to be fine, promise, we have done it plenty of times." Sarah nodded, and you made your way out, bringing some towels as well.
Outside, it wasn't as hot as in the afternoon, but it wasn't freezing either. You made your way out to the dock, it was pretty quiet at this hour, and also dark. If it weren't for the little string of lights, it would probably be too dark to see.
"Here I go!!" Kiara yelled and was the first to jump into the water. You guys laughed and reminded her to keep it quiet. Then it was you. And finally, Sarah, who screamed the most. "What was that?" Kiara asked, laughing. "It sounded like Jason was getting you." You joked, and everyone laughed. But then you got actually scared by your own joke and words. "Shit, this is exactly how horror movies start and what they warn you about. I don't know if this is a good idea anymore." You said that, as your way of swimming got erratic.
Kiara giggled and got close, "If it is like that, then he is underwater, you know? watching closely... let's put on a show."
Kiara gave Sarah a smirk, and she knew what she was talking about. You had no idea. "Let's do that.... Yeah..." Sarah got closer to the dock as she undid the strips of her swimsuit, leaving her completely naked underwater. Kiara did the same, and you were laughing. Completely shaken out of the scary moment you got yourself into, they were expectant. "Guess we will give him the best show..." you said as you undid your own swimsuit and threw it up to the dock just like them. You kept laughing with them as the conversations went on, JJ and Kiara updates on their relationship, John B, as the best boyfriend ever, or Sarah said so, annoying parents...
You weren't nervous anymore, even though it was the first time you skinny dipped.
"Now... how am I supposed to go outside..." Kiara said. You guys laughed. "Someone's gonna have to make the sacrifice and get out of the water, naked..." Sarah said, as if it were now a challenge.
"NOT IT!" Kiara yelled. "NOT IT!" Sarah continued, and you moved your head quickly, looking at her as if betrayed. "That's literally not FAIR..." you said, drowning yourself. Then coming back to the surface. "Fine, I'll do it." After some deep breaths, you rushed out of the water. It was as if the girls were teenagers, they couldn't stop giggling and cheering at you, actually doing it. You guys clearly still were.
You got their swimsuits and quickly threw them to them. You started dressing, and just before putting the top on. You heard steps, quickly turned, and he was there. You screamed and quickly tried to cover your exposed breasts. Rafe just giggled and turned around to the stars, or so it seemed, waiting for you to get the top up. You couldn't believe it, you flashed him. YOU FLASHED RAFE CAMERON, you were wishing for Jason to come and end it all for you.
"WHAT THE HELL, RAFE?" You protested, now fully dressed, getting close to him, as the girls got out of the water, now dressed.
"Were you spying on us? What is wrong with you?" You got closer and closer, but he was laughing? You couldn't believe it. "Answer me!!" you pushed him now, "Hey, hey, relax, I was not, I just, I heard screams a while ago, and then I heard complete silence, and you weren't in the house, I was just checking that the girls under my care aren't dead."
You rolled your eyes. That was a ridiculous excuse. "We aren't kids. Thank you." Sarah said, covering herself with a towel. You were still staring in disbelief at him. "Yeah, I can see that." He said with a little smirk, looking you in the eye. You got mad as hell. "You are an idiot." And without thinking twice, you pushed him hard enough for him to fall off the dock. And quickly went back to the house.
You were embarrassed, mad, and now completely sober. You knew getting drunk after something like this wasn't the best, thinking about the future, but right now it felt necessary.
So you went straight to the kitchen, dripping all the way through the house, and attempted to empty the bottle of vodka, if it wasn't for Kiara. "Hey, hey, hold it there, girl, you are gonna get sick." She said, removing the bottle. You rolled your eyes. "I'm fine, I just want to party, let's keep it going." You said, obviously tired and embarrassed by what happened. “Come on, Kie, we are supposed to be up till sunsire." You grabbed a cup, poured some of the funny juice you made earlier, and drank from it, and Kiara just looked.
Sarah then came along. "Oh gosh, he is pissed, but he deserved it. I'm sorry, he is a dick, I'm sorry.... He was totally spying on us, and I'm sorry for making you do that, and him, watching, I'll do whatever to make you feel-" Sarah kept apologizing, but you stopped her mid-apology. "Let's... Let's forget it, can we? And keep this party? I need to forget, make me forget girls." You said, now hiding your red face between the counter and your hands.
They looked unsure but nodded and started drinking with you.
Another few laughs, and somehow you ended up in Sarah's room.
"Window, window!" Kiara said, then opened the window and went out... "Shit, Kiara, you are gonna fall." Sarah giggled and dragged herself there. "No, if I have, if I have you guys to hold me." She went completely out of the window, and you followed them. You peeked your head out and saw Kiara trying to light up a joint. You needed that. "Oh, so you were hiding the very best till the end, right?" Sarah helped you get out of the room and join them.
Kiara passed the joint, and you guys started smoking and instantly felt that relaxed feeling. You were now totally lying on the ceiling, looking at the stars, Sarah faintly telling a story about a star, and how that story got her to lose her virginity with John B. We laughed, but for her, it was pretty serious, she still laughed with us. "Wait. So... The Kook... princess... is no longer... pure?" Kiara said jokingly and mockingly. "You little SLUT!" She teased, and Sarah laughed out loud.
You started fidgeting about the topic, even though you wanted to get it out of your mind. Tonight was the first time a guy ever saw you, as you were brought into the world. Not ANY GUY, but the guy you secretly liked, you were dying, not a single amount of alcohol or weed could make you forget.
You sighed and whined all of a sudden, about to scream, but you controlled yourself. Cutting in the conversation Kie and Sarah still hold "That was so embarrassing, I mean, I mean you guys teased me about me getting nervous of him, about him getting close, about me and him, and then THAT, HAD TO HAPPEN, I had to flash him my tits!"
It sounded ridiculous, maybe it was the weed, but you just started to laugh out loud. Hiding your face in your hands. The girls laughed too. "Just think about how.... think about..." Kiara was trying to think of something to say. "Just think of how many pairs of tits he has seen, I bet he will forget them too-"
Sarah hit her in the arm. "Don't say that" She rolled her eyes at her. "Don't listen to her, don't think about that," Sarah added while resting her hand on your arm. "He may be a dick, and look all dangerous and casanova, but here, between us, i'm telling you, he has never gone further then a kiss, and he told me, once, actually, every time he gets wasted, he comes and complains about it with me, here in this place, many times, he has confessed how scared of intimacy he is, how ridiculous he feels for not being able to hold eye contact with a girl, how much disgust he feels when a girl tries more than a makeout session, not for them, for him, for not being able to connect, or commit." That was a BIG ASS confession.
"Just don't, ever say this. He trusted me, and we are not the best friends, but he is still my brother, and I love him." You nodded. "So I promise you, he was and is, as startled and embarrassed as you, and I'm sure he actually regrets it. When you ran to the house, and he got out of the water, he was pissed, but not at you, at him, for getting in the way and making you uncomfortable. He gave me his apologies, and he actually looked regretful..."
You were shocked, just as Kiara. "Shit, this is the most I've heard of him having feelings." Kiara joined the conversation again, Sarah looked at her and just scoffed, laughing. "He does, and I'm pretty sure he has them for you." She looked at you, but really looked at you, she was definitely telling the truth. Nothing like a child or a drunk person to tell the truth.
After that intimate, deep talk, you guys made your way inside, Sarah and Kiara instantly falling asleep, as they dropped their bodies to the millions of pillows you settled before, you chuckled at them giving up the idea to watch the sunrise, still thinking about what happened, and without a way to get asleep like them, you made your way to the kitchen, still a mess, so you decided to clean a bit.
Trying to make little noise, you were slowly moving in there, thinking, replying moments, not only tonight but every single interaction with Rafe, his eyes, his teasing actions, his smirks, every single one just as electric as the other, oh gosh what were you thinking, falling for Rafe Cameron, but maybe, perhaps, there was more of him than that name and now fake reputation...
After finishing, you decided to go to the living room to check the aftermath and maybe clean some, but then you noticed something different in those cushions. Him, and the funny juice, you noticed it was completely emptied, you sighed, he was here drinking all this while you were with the girls upstairs, you weren't even mad but worried, something definitely was keeping him awake and just like you before.
You got close and sit not that close but still, just a bit, he was breathing, okay, he actually, now that you think about it, this is the most peaceful, you have seen him, he, he kinda has a smile on him, and looks, cute. You stared, a bit more than you should, snapped out of it, and started cleaning there too, trying not to make noise and waking him up. You wanted to give him his peace.
Just the bowl of the juice left to take, you got close, and grabbed, turning around to take it to the kitchen. Then something grabbed your wrist, you jolted and almost screamed, quickly turned, and he was opening his eyes, the light causing his eyes to squint, "Shit, sorry, you scared me..." you confessed, almost in a whisper.
He chuckled a bit, still waking up, keeping his hand on your wrist, was he rubbing it? Maybe you were imagining… You were not.
"I'm sorry." he said, way too serious to be saying sorry for scaring me. You nodded and looked at him with an upside-down smile. "Not only for this, everything, tonight, I promise, I wasn't trying to be a creep, and every other time, I've been a dick, or..." You completed his phrase, now realising some tension... "An idiot?" He cracked up and let go of your hand to fix his hair. You sat next to him, as if a major force dragged you. "Yeah, that, I guess I've been like that too..." He grinned again and then, now that his eyes were completely open, he looked at you, really looked at you, no games, no teasing, you thought you saw him, for the very first time, and it turned your stomach, maybe it was all the things you took before, were making effect and messing with your body, but you saw him differently now.
He saw you staring, but he only smiled, and with one hand, he placed a strand of hair behind your ear. Your cheeks burned now. "See, I'm not who you think I am." You listened carefully. "Well, or other think I am, I accept, my weird behavior is, weird..."
You realized he still had a little problem forming words, the alcohol still had an effect, or the fact that he woke up, so you chuckled. He did too, and shook his head as if scrambling his ideas.
“I just wanted you to know that... Yeah, I mean, you make me feel like I'm more and can be more than what they know or think..." You were in shock. Was he serious? Again, nothing like a child or a drunk person to tell the truth. But he wasn't drunk anymore.
"I just, the very first time I saw you, hanging with Sarah, I thought you were gonna be one of her moddy friends, who think I'm just an annoying clown, and yeah, I may be, but I'm not the whole circus, right?" You laughed. "Yeah, I don't see you as an equilibrist." referring to you pushing him easily at the dock. He laughed and nodded. "Yeah, exactly, I'm unstable, and I guess, once I started teasing and you answered differently, my brain had a short circuit, and I realized I don't have to follow the same recipe, or believe the narrative I created in my head about my role in this so called life. As a resume, and I'm sorry for keeping you awake now, you must be exhausted." You shake your head. "Don't, keep going." One of your hands now rested on his at the couch, it felt natural. He smiled and kept talking. "Well, I just, you make me want to be me, not the me I created and perform, not the me and monster they think I am, but me, the me of your eyes." You were shocked by this whole confession.
"I want this, us, well, if there's an us, and you feel the same-" You stopped him. "I do." You nodded, and he couldn't help but grab a cushion and use it to cover his face. You removed it, now closer to him, your eyes connected again.
And then it happened, he kissed you. It wasn't a ferocious kiss. It was not rushed. But it wasn't slow and shy. It was calm and expectant, passionate, as if every built moment brought this perfect moment to fruition. He went for more, and you let him, his hand in one side of your face, brushing your cheek with his thumb, and the other caressing the nape of your neck. Your hands linger on his shoulders and neck, moving up to caress and trace his jaw. His tongue asked for permission, and you accepted, mapping you. You got a better taste of him, or the juice you drank earlier, and he did too, as if reading your mind he then said, "Good juice..." and you nodded, kissing him again, his breathing getting heavier, his hand that was in your face now falling to your waist, caressing, and his thumb dancing lower in your hip bone, you completely wrapped your arms around his neck and he lowered you on the couch, he pulled out of the kiss to breath, but his eyes looked past you, then he smiled. "Wait, come with me." He got quickly up off the couch. And you followed without any questioning, but a bit curious, you passed Sarah's room.
He opened the door to his, you hesitated a bit, but he looked for the first time, trustful, so you grabbed his hand and got inside, he opened the window and got out, bringing you with him, then you saw it, the sunrise, almost there. You smiled and grabbed a seat beside him. "I bet it's gonna be beautiful." He nodded, "I know she is." He said, looking at you again, the almost gold color of the sun kissing your face, he grabbed your face again and kissed you, it was better than any drink you could've taken to forget or any drug he ever took to make the pain fade away.
Your mouths parted and reconnected, your hands caressing his chest. He bit your lip, generating a beautiful sound from you. He got crazy, his hand now caressing the curve in your back, kissing your jaw, making you see stars, oh, the sun, you saw it as he kissed your neck, wet traces from his lips, you shiver as the cold breeze of the morning hit the wet spots, you patted on his back. "The sun- the sunrise..." You smiled and he stopped his ministrations on your neck to appreciate it with you.
His eyes looked so beautiful under this light, his skin bathed in this perfect gold, you couldn't help but bite your lip at the precious sight of him.
A "Thank you." leaves your lips... He looked back at you, one eye closed for the light of the sun, a bit confused. "Thank you for letting me see you. The real, you..." He smiled and brought your lips together again, his body getting closer, hovering over yours, one of his legs now between yours, the pressure making your body weak and melt. You were making soft noises, he was getting addicted to them, so he tried to get there more often out of you, a trace on your uncovered stomach, a slight nibble on your lower lip, his hips rolling into you.
You were about to lose it when you heard a voice completely out of nowhere, and something was thrown at him, a plushie? "Get a room, for God's sake." Kie talked on the other side of the roof, Sarah giggling beside her. You covered your face with your hands, and Rafe laughed, "Since when have you been watching?" Sarah answered. "Enough to know you should get a room and me to wash my eyes with chlorine." You laughed, and Rafe got you up from the position you were in. He got inside first. You looked at the girls, and they started acting out some backshots..?, Kie making like she was riding Sarah, a cowboy gesture, and Sarah kept bumping into her, acting out suggestive faces. You laughed but still flipped them off.
You grabbed Rafe hand and got inside, you now got time and enough light to look carefully at his room, memories of him, as a kid, a baseball team, him and Sarah, middle school graduation, as well as high school.
You felt his eyes on you and turned around to look at him. "I promised Sarah she wouldn't see anything, or us, doing anything..." Rafe thought about it and smirked. "So... you've thought about us doing things..." You roll your eyes. "Don't get so big in your head. She just caught a vibe and asked to never see anything..." He got closer, his hands resting on your hips, his lips now brushing your neck, close to your ear. "I don't see her in here..." You prevent yourself from falling by grabbing his shirt. "Guess she isn't..." You faintly said.
“Well then, don't mind if I...” He started to walk you backwards, but you didn't stop him, the back of your knees touching the soft blankets of his bed, a wide bed you thought about before.
He carefully kissed your neck and jaw, tossed you onto the bed, followed by his body, that he didn't entirely positioned over yours, not wanting to crush you. Still, there's a building pressure that is making you crazy, the morning is getting warmer, or it was just the heat of your bodies.
He kept kissing your lips, to your neck and upper chest, his lips working wonders on you, his hands caressing the leg you got up on the bed, feather touches that made you ache for more.
Then he looked at you, looking for an unsure look or something that would make him stop, but all he saw was you, needing more. "Can I?..." He asked, touching the buttons of your pajama top. You nodded, and he smiled, carefully kissing as he unbuttoned. No bra. He was having the time of his life.
As he unbuttoned the last button just below your belly button, his hands removed the rest of the shirt out of his way, and you sat up a bit, helping him get it out of your body. He then went and devoured your lips once again; they were both probably all swollen by now, his were now colored a pretty pink.
He then slowly cupped one of your breasts, they fit on his hands and that made you weak... A faded sound, out of you, followed by a groan out of him, this was as far as he had gone, and actually, you too, this was your very first time, everything. He brought his mouth closer to your breasts and started kissing, biting slightly, a new sensation that had you bolting and digging your nails into his gorgeous, soft hair.
You were drunk on him. He then, as if he were a kitten, started to give flat licks to your nipples. Making the heat between your legs worse, your moth opened and you tried to control your breathing. He started to suck on it, and your hands reached to his back, attempting to bring his shirt up and remove it, you had to feel more of him, he helped you removed it and he pressed his chest against yours, it was as warm as the summer sun, making you smile at the sensation, he rolled his hips for more friction, he was as hard as a rock, and you could feel it between your legs, he made his way down your stomach, kissing here and there, till he was kissing your hip bone, teasing the hem of your pajamas shorts, you looked at him, wanting more, needing more, he looked at you asking. "Please..." was the only thing leaving your lips, as he started to unbutton your shorts, and slowly brought them down, kissing your legs as they made their way off you along with your panties.
He then grabs your ankles and pulls your legs to the edge of the bed. There, he crouches slightly and folds your legs over his shoulders. The contact being magical, his shoulders so soft you thought, your legs so smooth he did.
Looking up at you, his eyes intense and his pupils so grown, you feel goosebumps trickling over your skin. He waits for any kind of uncertainty from you, but you meet his gaze, your hands reaching out to grab his. He slips his fingers between your hands and holds your hands, braced on your stomach, the touch strong and reassuring.
Rafe gives you one more smile, then he dips his face between your legs. You gasp loudly when you feel his warm tongue and hot breath against your folds, his cheeks teasing your inner thighs, as you instinctively try to close them. It's when he starts sucking gently on your clit that you throw your head back with a loud moan. Holding you as you twitch, he continues, his mouth exploring every inch of you. You can't help but arch your back, your hands going to his hair. "Oh- Fuck- Rafe..." the sound higher and needier than you intended.
You feel it, building deep in your body, provoked by every lick, every kiss, every nibble and suck, whatever he does, it works. "You taste amazing..." He stated as you squeezed his pretty blonde hair, the vibration making it better, convulsing on the bed, your legs kicking helplessly, you gasp, freeze, muscles tightening, before it all breaks loose and washes over your like a wave, probably the greatest wave you have surfed in your whole life living in this island, warm and soothing, rolling from the top of your head all the way into your now curling toes. He keeps licking at you gently as your ears thrum and your heart thunders, your whole body trembling.
You are melting in his hold, too blissed out to notice him pushing you up the bed so he can kneel on it as well. He's arranging you with care, he slides his hands up your torso, back to cup your breasts. His touch giving them enough pressure that you can feel it through the white noise surrounding you, he leans over, his mouth slowly making its way up your body, kissing along your hipbones, tongue licking stripes around your belly button, higher and higher he goes, until he removes his hands and closes his lips around your left nipple, hard and aching from his intense attention.
You sighed, gasped, and moaned as he flicked his tongue around it, teasing his teeth against your soft flesh. He shifts beside you, one hand slipping up to caress your head, pushing a strand of hair out of your sweat slick forehead. You tried to look at him, meeting his warm gaze through blurry eyes, you smiled nonetheless, watching him switch from your left to your right breast, repeating his ministrations.
Suddenly, you feel a light pressure, a warm grip as he curls his other hand around your sex, fingers pushing insistently between your puffy folds. A gasping mewl escapes you when he pokes his middle finger against your hole, teasing lightly. You enjoy it, the warmth flowing through you, the many different sensations he creates all over your body are just too much to focus on just one.
Your hips buck almost automatically when he slips his digit deeper, following the natural curve of your channel, pushing in and out lightly, your cunt clenching around him. Your breath hitches when he curls it just right, passing by that special spot with every pull back, and he seems to watch and enjoy you and your reactions, because he soon removes his finger only to replace it with two.
The stretch is noticeable but welcome, and you moan softly when he pushes deeper, your body shifting to accommodate the intrusion. He keeps fingering you, quickening his pace, digits bending, exploring your tight warmth with an eagerness that's only mirrored by his hungry mouth devouring your breasts.
He pushes his fingers in and out of your fluttering cunt, and you feel the rest of your body contorting, thighs twitching, toes curling, your hands digging into the sheets and his shoulder. When you come again, you are crying out louder, a sudden rush crashing through your convulsing body, a burning need, and no means to stop it. "Oh god, Rafe, Rafe, I-I can't... please-" You moaned, and then you feel it as your orgasm rolls over you with a force you haven't expected, a wetness, bursting out of you, making the squelching sounds of his fingering even louder. And while you'll still be highly mortified to see the wet sheets and blankets later, in the moment, right now, you don't care. It feels too good to let go like that, you just ride the wave instead of fighting it.
Sweat covers your whole body, you feel light and heavy at the same time, exhausted and thrilled, and yet you keep shaking, and he keeps working on you no matter what. His hand has left your face, only to hold down your hip as he continues to push his fingers deep into your convulsing cunt, and you feel that wave building up again, the heat so hot inside of you, gathering low, filling you up, until... “Oh Rafe!” you whine breathlessly as yet another orgasm pulses out of you, unable to stop the reactions of your body. Now he pulls his digits out and instead clamps his mouth to her clenching hole, his tongue eager to lick up whatever wetness you produced. Heat crashes through you, a bit of shame at the thought, that quickly faded away through the longer he sucks on you, licking up and down your slit, his hot exhales sounding just as breathless as yours. You can't believe this, it's like you been asleep all your entire life till this very moment.
A deep sigh escapes your mouth as you throw your head back in exhaustion, staring at the ceiling, trying to ease your breathing, a dumb little grin on your face. He's crawling over you, his body warm against yours, before he rolls onto his side and pulls you with him, strong arms closing around your shaking form. His wet lips find your forehead.
“My turn.” You said, grabbing the hem of his pants. He smirked and tugged you close for another kiss.
NOW WAIT A MINUTE, IM OBSESSED WITH MY OWN FIC OMGGG... i may write part 2... should i? 😏 let me know if there's any mistakes or i'm missing a tag !!
summary: rafe got a buzzcut and calls you to show you
warnings: none
a/n: this is a very short one guys, i’m sorry 😔
-> dividers credits: @bhavihelps & @anitalenia !!
part 2!! :)
rafe went with topper and kelce to topper’s right after he got his new haircut. he was very much pleased with his new look, but he was lowkey nervous about your reaction. but just a little bit.. he knew he looked good.
"have you told her?" topper said while he was busy playing a video game. kelce was sprawled on the couch while he stared at rafe and waited for his answer. rafe simply shook his head before he took his phone out of the pocket of his shorts.
"it’s a surprise." rafe smirked and unlocked his phone. "you’re so screwed." kelce chuckled out before he sat up so he could take a sip of his beer. rafe rolled his eyes and kelce smirked. "you know how girls are." topper agreed. "sarah cried when i cut my hair."
kelce pointed at topper. "see?" rafe groaned. "that’s ‘cause topper’s dating a bitch." topper shook his head. "hey, don’t call your sister bitch man." rafe chuckled and smirked when he finally got to find your number and started calling you.
"you’re about to be single or.. you’re about to have the best sex of your life." kelce mumbled quietly and rafe shook his head at his comment with a small smile spreading on his lips. "you’re stupid."
then you finally answered. "hii!" rafe’s smile got wider thanks to hearing your voice. "hey baby."
meanwhile you, on the other side, were just laying in your bed, watching a movie. "what’s up? are you still at topper’s?" rafe cleared his throat. "yeah. i uh.. i have to show you something."
you raised your eyebrows at that. "show me what?" he rubbed his freshly buzzed hair and smirked wider at her reaction. "i’ll facetime you, okay?" you smiled in confusion on the other side. "sure."
rafe quickly did what he said but purposely turned his camera off. he smiled when he saw your face. "i can’t see you." you said with a small chuckle. he wasn’t chronically online as you so you thought he was just dumb and accidentally turned his camera off.
"oops.. my bad." he teased and turned his camera on. your eyes widened but you stayed silent.. he was like 10 times hotter than before.. HOW was that even possible. your lips parted a bit as you kept staring for like a minute.. in silence. he chuckled with a smirk. "do you like it?" he turned his head to the side so you could see it better. you snapped back to reality. “mhm?"
"do you like it?" he repeated. you nodded with this shy but also teasing smile. "like it? i love it." he smirked and looked at kelce & topper, giving them a knowing look. he knew you’ll love it.
he couldn’t help but smirk wider as you admired him, not even saying anything. "cat’s got your tongue, baby?" he teased and you couldn’t help but smile back. "what? i can’t stare at my boyfriend?"
"oh of course you can." he got up and just walked away from his two friends so you two could get more.. talkative.
"no but seriously, it suits you so well." you genuinely meant every word. he literally can pull off anything. he smirked softly at you. "thanks, baby." your eyes landed on his face again.
"how much longer are you staying at topper’s?" you shifted on your bed slightly, you could feel you got wet already just from looking at him. jesus, you felt pathetic but damn.. he looked insanely hot.
he smirked before he licked his lips. "why?" you shrugged before you ran your fingers through your hair. "just.. i’m home alone tonight."
“Picked Up & Pounded: Standing Creampie Leaves Her Legs Shaking”
(in which your boyfriend, Rafe, switches things up a bit in bed😛)
The bedroom is dark except for the faint silver glow from the moon coming through the half-open blinds, and the only sound is your breathing; quick and shallow, and his, low and ragged. And the wet slap of skin on skin as he fucks you from behind on the edge of the mattress.
You’re on your knees, ass up, face pressed to the sheets, back arched so perfectly he can see every ridge of your spine, every tremble that runs through you when he hits deep. His hands are locked around your hips, fingers digging into soft flesh hard enough to leave marks you’ll feel tomorrow, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust so he buries himself to the hilt, balls slapping wetly against your clit. You’re dripping. Coating him, running down your thighs, soaking the sheets beneath your knees, and every time he pulls out almost all the way you whimper like he’s taking something vital away, then moan broken and high when he slams back in, stretching you open again.
“Fuck- Rafe- deeper-”
He gives it to you.
He always gives it to you.
He’s been fucking you for over an hour now-started slow on the couch downstairs when you climbed into his lap after dinner and ground against him until he was hard enough to hurt, then carried you up here and bent you over the dresser, then the bed, then flipped you onto your back so he could watch your face while he railed you until you came so hard you cried. You’ve come four times already. Once on his tongue, twice on his cock, once on his fingers while he kissed you slow and deep, and you’re still begging for more, still pushing back to meet every thrust like you can’t get enough of him inside you.
He loves it.
He loves how you take every inch like you were made for it.
He loves how you look when you’re falling apart-eyes glassy, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, tears clinging to your lashes while you sob his name and beg him not to stop.
He loves how you feel- tight, wet, hot, fluttering around him like you’re trying to pull him in deeper, keep him there forever
He slows his thrusts, grinds deep instead of slamming, rolls his hips so the head of his cock drags against that spot inside you that makes your whole body shake.
You moan- long, low, trembling- push back harder.
“Rafe- please- don’t stop-“
He leans over you, chest to your back, his mouth at your ear.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he rasps. “So wet. So perfect. This pussy was made for me, wasn’t it?”
“Yes- fuck- yes!”
He slides one hand around-finds your clit-rubs slow circles while he keeps grinding deep.
You sob, hips jerking, already close again.
“Come for me,” he growls. “Come on my cock. Let me feel it. Let me feel you squeeze me, baby.”
You shatter, crying his name, walls clamping down so hard he has to grit his teeth to keep from coming right then.
He doesn’t stop.
He fucks you through it. Slow, deep, until your tremors ease, until you’re whimpering from overstimulation but still pushing back for more.
Then he pulls out, slow and watches the way your cunt gapes for a second, still fluttering, still dripping with your release and his from earlier.
You whine, soft, needy and reach back, eager to get him back inside.
He grabs your hips, flips you onto your back then spreads your thighs wide.
You look completely wrecked. Hair a mess, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy and dark with want, body trembling from how hard he fucked you.
He leans down, kisses you slow, deep, tongue sliding against yours while he lines himself up again.
You wrap your legs around his waist, pull him closer, moan into his mouth when he slides back in.
He fucks you slow, deep, watching your face the whole time.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “So perfect. And you’re all mine.”
You nod- tears spilling- hips rocking up desperately to meet him.
“Yours! Only yours, Rafe, please- fuck me.”
He picks up speed-harder, faster-until you’re shaking again, clenching, close.
Then he stops.
Pulls out completely.
You whine, desperate, reaching for him.
He grabs your wrists, wraps your arms around his neck.
“Hold tight, baby.” he smirks.
You blink-confused-but obey.
Then he stands, pulls you with him, lifts you like you weigh nothing.
You gasp at the sudden change of position, feeling yourself get wetter already at the sight of your boyfriend ready to fuck you while he’s literally standing, every muscle in his body flexing and shining with sweat that makes your mouth water for a taste.
Your legs tighten around his waist immediately-arms around his neck, mouth finding his in a hungry, desperate kiss.
He holds you there, standing in the middle of the bedroom, cock pressed to your entrance.
“Please- Rafe. Need it. Need your big cock inside me.” you whimper, hips rocking, trying to impale yourself on him.
He doesn’t let you.
Not yet.
He kisses your neck, bites down, sucks hard enough to leave a bruise.
You moan, loud, broken, head falling back.
“Rafe- please-“
With a groan, he shifts, lines up, and thrusts up hard.
You scream- sharp, sweet-nails digging into his shoulders as he buries himself to the hilt.
He holds you there, standing, feet planted wide and thrusting up into you while he holds your weight like it’s nothing, his fingers gripping the fat of your ass roughly and spreading you wide.
You’re shaking- legs trembling around his waist- moaning his name over and over.
“Fuck- Rafe, you’re so strong- fuck-”
He growls, low, feral, then thrusts harder, deeper- each stroke lifting you up then slamming you back down onto his cock.
“You like that?” he rasps against your throat. “Like how strong I am? Like how I can hold you up and fuck you like this? Like I can carry you and rail this tight little cunt at the same time?”
“Yes- God- yes-”
He fucks you harder- faster- until you’re bouncing in his arms, tits pressed to his chest, nipples scraping his skin with every thrust.
“Look at you,” he growls. “Taking me so deep, shaking- moaning like a little slut. My perfect fucking girl.”
You sob- high, broken- nails raking down his back.
“Rafe! Gonna come- gonna come so hard-“
“Fuck yeah baby, come on, cream on this cock- let me feel it- show me how much you love it.”
You shatter, crying his name, cunt clamping down so hard he almost blacks out.
Your whole body convulses- hips jerking, thighs trembling, wetness gushing around him, dripping down his balls.
He doesn’t stop.
He keeps thrusting- hard, deep- holding you up while you shake and sob and come apart in his arms.
“Fuck- baby.”
He comes hard -burying deep- spilling inside you with a groan, hips jerking, filling you until it’s leaking out around his cock.
You whimper, soft, overstimulated, walls still fluttering around him.
He holds you there, standing, breathing hard while kissing you slow, deep, gentle.
You cling to him. Arms around his neck, legs still wrapped tight, face buried in his shoulder.
“I love you,” you whisper, voice trembling, body limp in his arms.
He kisses your temple, soft, reverent.
“I love you too.”
Then he carries you back to the bed, lays you down gently, stays inside you while he settles on top.
You don’t move.
Just breathe.
Just hold each other.
And you know you’re gonna ask for this position again real soon.
frat boy!rafe receives bug repellent to the face and make up head for his troubles
sloppy toppy. 1.2k words. ⌞frat boy!rafe x bug!reader⌝
“oh shit,” the can of bug spray held between your fingertips falls to the ground with a thud, hands clasping around your mouth in disbelief.
rafe jumps back at the sudden sting, fingers pressing into his eye as he doubles over, “you’re fucking lying.”
you step closer, palm barely grazing his shoulder, “i—i didn’t—”
one hand shoots out to keep you away, frustration curling around his words, “get the hell away from me. ‘s matter with you?”
“i didn’t think you were standing that close, i swear,” your tone is sincere, face contorting apologetically.
you were trying to coat your exposed arms in bug spray, still itching from the bites received last week. unfortunately for the both of you, rafe just so happened to get caught in the cross fire.
“let me help you,” you try again, but he shakes his head dismissively, neck craning up to the sky as watery irritation oozes from his left eye, “you just need to flush it out.”
he swears again, the burning sensation only worsening with every rub. he stalks past you after a beat without responding, side bumping into your own.
a defeated sigh lowers your shoulders, eyes squeezing shut in frustration. when they open, they immediately catch pumpkin’s stare from across the campfire. she snickers at your dilemma, a shoo of her hand following her words, “go on, go help your man!”
he wasn’t your man, but you figured you’d try to get yourself out of this hole sooner rather than later. it’s easy to find him in the bathroom, stepping over his jacket that was discarded messily on the floor. you notice the way his white tee clings to his chest when you meet his side, water droplets falling down his face and wetting the neckline.
“you need to let the water run over your eye,” you whisper again, attempting to push his hair back to allow for a better angle.
he swats your hand away for the umpteenth time that night causing you to let out an exasperated breath—words clipped, “can you just stop and let me help you?”
he returns the look but doesn’t say anything, arms crossing over his chest as you lean closer. his eye looks ten times worse under the bright lights of the bathroom—pink around the iris and deep red in the corners with a cloudy haze all around.
you wince at the sight, fingers brushing through his hair before falling back by your side, “lemme go see if pumpkin’s got eye drops on her.”
he leans back immediately, fingers wrapping around your wrist to prevent you from leaving, “fuck no. you’re not putting that shit in my eye.”
“then what do you want me to do? you have to flush it out with something.”
the two of you go back and forth for what feels like hours until finally after much convincing—and many protests from rafe—he leans back against the counter, hands finding your waist to keep steady, “just try to keep your eyes open,” you mumble, holding the water bottle a few inches above his head.
he flinches as the first droplet hits his eye, moving away from your frame, “motherfucker.”
you ease him back with hushed words, thumb brushing over his eyebrow as some form of apology. the next attempt goes slightly smoother, but he’s still continuing to flinch away—making it impossible to flush his eye out properly.
“stop,” you whisper, pulling back to reposition yourself, “you keep moving and i have no angle t—”
“t’fuck you want me to do?” his voice raises in irritation, the stinging of his eye not helping his mood in the slightest.
you allow him to straighten his back, speaking after a few moments of silence, “lay on the floor.”
he looks at you like he can’t believe that’s your suggestion, “y’know how nasty that shit is? ‘m not laying on the damn floor.”
“lay down and i’ll give you head,” you don’t miss a beat, eyes challenging.
and that’s how you ended up here—on your knees in the downstairs bathroom, mouth full of rafe.
it took three minutes to flush his eye out, and although it was still red, watery, and irritated, the hollowing of your cheeks around him made it hard to focus on that. instead, he tangles one hand in your hair while the other finds stability against the counter.
your eyes roll back at the feeling of him on your tongue, fingernails digging into his thighs. your spit tickles where it coats your chin, and your nose begins to run as it struggles to breathe with his fast pace.
he guides your movements to fit his needs and you happily follow suit, completely and utterly under his control, “s’good, bug,” he praises, hips stuttering against you.
you take the hint—fingers wrapping around the base of his cock to pump in time with your sucks. his grip tightens on your hair with the new feeling, and it makes your eyelashes flutter, stomach swirling with desire. you try to focus on rafe but the wetness between your thighs continues to spread, legs fidgeting underneath you.
he notices your struggle, voice teasing, “getting so worked up just from suckin’ me, huh?” he pauses to allow a low groan to escape from the back of his throat, “fuck, almost there. then can take care of her. take reaaal nice care of ‘er.”
you whimper around his cock, his filthy words going straight to your core. it makes you much more eager to make him finish, loving the way he’s falling apart above you—eyes cloudy, voice breathy, mouth agape.
you swirl your tongue around his tip, one hand stroking in time with your mouth. your motions continue even as your jaw threatens to lock. his stomach tenses one final time when you pull back to suck his tip, and then he’s releasing onto your tongue in spurts. you greedily catch all of it, moaning at the taste of him swallowing down your throat.
he pulls you up by your hair once the sensitivity settles in, his body helping to stabilize your own wobbly frame. you felt weak in the knees, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.
his mouth opens to whisper something in your ear but a banging cuts him off, pumpkin’s voice muffled behind the door, “pack it up, lovebirds, s’mores are ready!”
he looks pissed when your eyes meet, lazily pulling his pants back up, fingers fumbling with the zipper, “fix your face, get your s’more, and then come to my room. ‘m not done with you.”
two light taps against your cheek solidifies his words before he exits without a second look, leaving you alone to stare at your reflection in the mirror. your hair was starting to knot in the back, mascara smudged under your eyes, lipgloss smeared around your chin—you looked like a hot mess.
after clearing your throat at the sight, you wipe the corner of your eyes with a tissue before doing the same to your mouth and nose, fingers later acting as a comb to tame your hair. your skin still holds a deep flush but you were more focused on one thing.
three sweet treats in one night? you were being spoiled.
Summary: Chris brings you to the superbowl with his friends.
A/N: okay, so I know nothing about football so I had to do a tiny bit of googling lmao, I hope I got all the terms and stuff correctly. If not (just pretend they’re correct lmao)
The stadium was unreal.
The second you walked into Super Bowl, it felt like the entire world was vibrating, lights flashing, music blasting, people screaming in jerseys you didn’t recognize. You clung to Chris’s hand, half in awe, half overstimulated.
“I cannot believe you brought me here,” you laughed, looking around at the sea of red and gold and whatever other colours were happening.
Chris just grinned down at you like this was better than the game itself. “Wouldn’t wanna be here with anyone else.”
You knew absolutely nothing about football. Like absolutely nothing.
So when you got to your seats and the game started, you leaned into him immediately.
“Okay,” you whispered, “explain this to me like I’m five year old.”
He lit up.
“Alright, baby,” he said, scooting closer so his knee pressed against yours. “So a touchdown is when they get the ball into that end zone over there. That’s six points. That’s like the main goal.”
You blinked at the field. “So they just run into each other repeatedly until someone makes it across?”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Kind of. Strategically.”
He nodded toward the field again. “And see that guy who keeps throwing the ball? That’s the quarterback. He’s basically the leader of the offence. He decides the play, throws the ball, hands it off, everyone kind of revolves around him.”
You watched the quarterback clap his hands and yell something. “So he’s like the main character.”
Chris grinned. “Exactly. Main character energy.”
Every few minutes he’d lean down to explain something new, why everyone was yelling, why the crowd lost their minds after certain plays, what the referees were signalling. You didn’t retain half of it, but you loved the way his voice got softer when he talked directly into your ear so you could hear him over the crowd.
And every five minutes;
“You want something? I’ll grab you a drink.”
“Popcorn? Water? Candy?”
“Bathroom break? I’ll walk you.”
You rolled your eyes at him the third time. “Chris, I’m okay.”
“I know,” he said, brushing his thumb over your hip. “Just making sure.”
As the sun dipped lower and the stadium lights grew brighter, the temperature dropped fast. You had been so focused on looking cute, tiny crop top, high waisted jeans, that you forgot it was February.
A gust of wind hit and you shivered, trying to subtly tuck your hands under your thighs.
Chris noticed immediately.
He always noticed.
“Baby,” he said quietly, leaning down so his forehead almost touched yours. “You cold?”
You shook your head too fast. “No, I’m fine.”
Another shiver betrayed you.
He gave you that look, the one that said you’re not fooling me.
Without another word, he was shrugging out of his red jacket. It was warm from his body, heavy, way too big on you. He draped it over your shoulders and helped guide your arms through the sleeves.
“There,” he murmured, zipping it up halfway himself. “Better?”
You melted a little. “You’re gonna freeze.”
“I’ve got layers,” he said. “And you shaking is distracting me from the game.”
You laughed softly, but your cheeks burned at how sweet he was being. The jacket smelled like his cologne and laundry detergent, and you instinctively curled into his side.
He wrapped his arm around your lower back, pulling you flush against him, his hand resting warm and steady against your waist. Every time the crowd roared, he’d instinctively pull you closer like he was shielding you from the noise.
At one point you jumped when fireworks went off after a touchdown, and he just laughed, kissing the side of your head. “It’s okay. That means they scored.”
“For who?” you asked.
He paused. “Good question.”
You both started laughing.
Midway through the third quarter, his friend Oliver leaned over from the row behind you. “Yo, you two are disgustingly cute. Hold still.”
Before you could protest, Oliver snapped a picture of you in the stands, stadium lights glowing behind you, Chris’s arm tight around your waist, your hands tucked into the sleeves of his oversized red jacket.
Chris looked down at you right as the photo was taken, smiling softly instead of at the camera.
Later you’d see the picture and realize he wasn’t watching the game at all in that moment.
He was watching you.
During halftime, when the music got louder and everyone stood up, Chris turned fully toward you. “You having fun?”
“I have no idea what’s happening,” you admitted. “But yes.”
“That’s all that matters.”
He bought you hot chocolate even though he already offered three times before. He held it while you adjusted the jacket sleeves. He wiped a little whipped cream off your lip with his thumb and didn’t even tease you about it, just smiled like you were the best part of the night.
As the fourth quarter got intense and the crowd stood on their feet, you felt him tense beside you, eyes locked on the field.
“What’s happening?” you whispered dramatically.
“This is it,” he said. “Last chance.”
“For what?”
“To win.”
You nodded seriously like you understood.
When the game ended, fireworks, confetti, everyone screaming, you barely processed who won. You were too busy looking at Chris, cheeks flushed from the cold and excitement, hair messy from the wind.
“Best date ever,” you told him.
He leaned down close, voice soft despite the chaos around you. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. Even if you still barely know what’s going on.”
He laughed under his breath and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead.
“Doesn’t matter,” he said, squeezing your hip gently. “You looked cute trying.”
And as you walked out of the stadium wrapped in his jacket, his hand locked securely in yours, you realized something:
They have some stuff to do today but Bunny is very veeeeeerrryyyy sleepy…
So, Chris is helping her get ready. He picked out a comfy outfit she loves, held her in his lap while she did skincare/makeup, & he’s even doing her hair 🥲
“Still not awake, huh?”
Bunny just glares at him & he tries not to laugh in her face 😭
“That’s okay, I’ll take care of you. Just stay right here, bun.”
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