#dbf!rafe

[margottenenbaum222]

goodbye kinktoker you will be missed….

[hearts4hughes]

dbf!rafe who’s low key flirting with you while you guys clean up after a summer backyard party 🫣🫣

(also, love your writing!!)

your dad’s already gone inside with a bourbon in one hand and half a cigar forgotten in the other, leaving just you and rafe in the backyard to deal with the mess. summer’s bleeding into the edges of the sky, gold and navy, and the fire pit’s just embers now. a few string lights flicker tired above your heads. the party’s over, but rafe’s still here.

you don’t know much about rafe. to be fair, you spent most of your life with your mom in the city. backyard barbecues weren’t exactly in the rotation. especially not with the beach less than a mile away. it wasn’t until last fall, when you graduated college and decided to live with your dad, that you even remembered rafe existed.

he used to be a name in old stories. rafe cameron, your dad’s wild friend from college. the one with a million dollar grin and a reputation for knowing how to talk his way out of anything. the one who inherited a billion dollar company and still shows up to cookouts with dirt under his fingernails and a six-pack in tow.

you figured he’d be some middle aged finance guy with a comb over and a golf addiction. you weren’t expecting him. you weren’t expecting the way his jaw ticks when he’s thinking, or how he holds eye contact a beat too long. you weren’t expecting the way he looks at you sometimes. like you’re something new, like you make him nervous.

and now here you are. summer night tickling your bare legs, plastic cups sticky with dried lemonade, and rafe calling you sweetheart like it’s a challenge.

he nudges an empty beer bottle with the toe of his flip flops, glances at you. “you always clean up after everyone else, sweetheart? or is that just for me?”

you blink and straighten up from where you’re crouched by the cooler. “you think i’m cleaning for you?” you shake your head with a grin. your dad’s older friend flirting with you was a foreign situation for you.

he shrugs, slow, all smug posture and damp hair from when he dramatically ripped off his shirt and jumped in the pool. the sleeves of his white dress shirt are rolled just below his elbows, revealing tan forearms and a frayed woven bracelet that looks older than you. “wouldn’t blame you if you were.” he smirks and your eyes can’t help but fall to the scrape of his stubble.

your stomach flips. it’s stupid. you hate how he talks like that, like it doesn’t mean anything. like his voice isn’t doing that low, scratchy thing that curls around your spine.

you shove a stack of used paper plates into the trash bag between you. “and what would you be doing if i wasn’t here, huh? letting raccoons do the clean up?”

he chuckles, low. “maybe. though i doubt the raccoons would be as pretty.” his white shirt clings to his back, contouring his muscular back. his smirk deepens as he follows your gaze.

your eyes snap to him. he’s watching you shamelessly. all calm, relaxed confidence. as if he’s not your dad’s best friend. like you’re not half his age with your life ahead of you. “you’re gonna get yourself in trouble talking like that,” you say, voice a little quieter now. your eyes burn holes into the grass. you avoid his gaze like wildfire.

he leans on the deck railing, beer bottle dangling from his fingers. “you think i’m scared of a little trouble?”

you don’t answer right away. you chew on the inside of your cheek and focus too hard on picking up a fork from the grass. and then, because you don’t like the way he makes you feel small but warm all at once, you throw it right back. “no. i think you like it.”

his lips curl upwards in a warm grin. he smilies with his mouth, but you felt it through his stare. your knees began to buckle under the weight of it. “there she is,” he says, voice low and a little amused. “knew there was some bite in you.”

you look at him for real this time. your voice still soft, still unsure, but your chin’s lifted. “you don’t know anything about me.”

“mm,” he hums. takes a swig of his beer. “no. but i’d like to.” he holds your gaze just a second too long. then, he moves, walks past you with the lazy ease of someone who knows he’s being watched. he grabs the last two red solo cups and chucks them into the trash.

“grab the bag, will you?” he says, halfway up the porch. “it’s gettin’ late.” you swallow. hoist the bag onto your shoulder and follow, heart tripping over itself. just before he disappears into the house, he glances over his shoulder and adds, “don’t worry, sweetheart. i won’t tell your dad how you’re blushing right now.”

a wink, a grin, and then he’s gone. you’re left standing there, cherry cheeked and fuming. because a part of you is buzzing. because you liked it.

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[gethimbaby]

you never let me win

bf!rafe × inexperienced!reader

warnings: 18+, male masturbation, female masturbation, making out, inexperienced reader, soft rafe.

you didn’t remember how you got here exactly — your shirt halfway off, your body grinding slow against him, mouth open and eyes hazy, like your whole plan had backfired in the best possible way.

but eventually, he stopped. just when your head was starting to spin and your body was warm all over and he could feel how close you were again. he stopped.

you blinked, dazed and breathless. “what—”

he just grinned. leaned back against the couch cushions like he hadn’t just wrecked you with nothing but two fingers and a smirk. “thought you were in charge tonight.” his voice was teasing, his eyes dark. and god, the audacity.

you swallowed hard. he was testing you. offering it back. you knew what he meant — this was your chance. your moment to prove he wasn’t the only one who could drive the other crazy.

so you pushed your hair back with shaky fingers, sat up straighter in his lap, and gave your best little eye-roll. “fine. i am.”

“mm. sure, baby.” he was way too smug for someone about to get ruined.

and so you tried. you really tried.

you kissed him again. harder this time. and moved your hips on purpose, slow and smooth. and it worked. he hissed between his teeth, his hands tightening on your waist.

you kissed down his neck, sucked a spot just under his jaw, then moved back to straddle him proper, hands trailing down his chest and your thighs trembling a little already.

“okay,” you whispered, like you were psyching yourself up. “i got this.”

he laughed but not meanly. more like he was enjoying the show. “you’re so cute when you talk shit.”

you didn’t answer. too busy fumbling at his belt now, your hands shaking, face hot. it wasn’t that you didn’t want to do it, it’s just that your brain short-circuited every time he looked at you like that. and he was looking at you like that now.

"i mean i can help," he offered playfully, but you shook your head fast.

"n-no, i got it."

it took another ten seconds and the most awkward buckle-fight of your life, but you finally got him free. and your breath caught. he was so hard and smirking still, barely holding back a laugh at how red your face went.

you swallowed again. wrapped your hand around him, trying to be cool. "see? not that hard."

“funny,” he muttered, groaning as you moved your hand again, slower this time. “you sure you haven’t done this before?”

"shut up."

and you meant to stay in control but within minutes your breathing was shallow again, your thighs pressed tight together, your eyes watching his face more than what your hands were doing. it was so hot but so much and he was twitching in your grip and you couldn't stop staring at his lips

“getting overwhelmed?” he asked softly, eyes hazy.

“n-no.”

you were.

he grinned, then reached down. one hand closing over yours, guiding it. he didn’t take over completely. just… helped. helped you touch him better. helped you keep the rhythm. helped you drive him insane.

you whined a little when he moaned, deep and low and unfiltered, and the sound just did something to you. you bit your lip hard, squeezing around him, and his hips bucked up before he could stop it. “god,” he muttered, voice thick. “you’re gonna make me cum like this?”

“isn’t that the point?” you asked shyly, face burning. he nodded, breath hitching.

and then he leaned in. mouth at your ear now, voice smug and hot and ragged “for someone who couldn’t undo a belt five minutes ago, you’re doing so good, baby.”

you almost whined. almost. you barely made it through the next minute before he came, messy and breathless against your chest, your hand still moving until he had to gently stop you with a soft, dizzy, “okay–baby—baby.”

he breathed out hard, forehead pressed to your shoulder, chuckling lightly as you kissed his temple.

"thought i was the one supposed to be relaxing,” he muttered.

you smiled. felt warm all over. proud. flustered. dazed. and then, still blushing: “you never let me win.”

he pulled back to look at you. messy hair, flushed cheeks, smile lazy. “i let you this time.”

you rolled your eyes again but he caught your hand, kissed your knuckles, and you melted all over again.

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[rafehoneymoon]

Hear me out

dbf!rafe having a meeting with a girl business partner and reader walking in on them talking and she’s like “sorry didn’t mean to interrupt” she gets soooo unbelievably jealous and mad at him and gives him the silent treatment. But he texts her something like

“I’m outside”

“Come. Now.”

By the end though she’s crying and they end up softly making out in his car

                          ୭🐰✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🪽                            

no answer. not from the multiple messages you had sent him, not even from the two braced knocks struck on his front door - rafe had been giving you the cold shoulder, you felt it with the distant wind brushing your shoulder, the frostbite in your heart. 

you had only wore this dress for him, your hair all done up untouched just for him, even the lipgloss on your lips - the one he’d practically eat off of your face, solely for him. now you felt crushed, something dull wrapped in a bow. 

your feet turned before you, low and reserved against the linoleum, your brain couldn’t be trusted do the thinking. just as you reached the near end of the driveway, you remembered the plant pot, the key, the memory of the day he showed you it “whenever you need anything alright- my house is yours kay” his words sounded so promising, the look in his eye was one. 

that was something you still held onto, the clicking of your heels became existent, breathing like you were told you had a chance of survival, gushing back up his driveway with a new life purpose. 

the scrape from the moved plant pot cut through, the key shining underneath. you hastily picked it up, unlocking his door like you had done it a thousand times before, if he wasn’t going to heave up an answer you’d force it out. when you entered it was warily silent, the kind that would suggest nobody was home - yet you didn’t let the quietness trick you, walking further through like your mind had a conscience that demanded to be proved right. 

the living room was empty, so was the kitchen but if you knew rafe he’d be in his office, cooped up with a tied war in his mind, except words wouldn’t be shouted or breaths wouldn’t be knotted - you would know it just from the intertwine in his expression, the quiet crease between his eyebrows. 

“rafe” you called out, there was a dread settled in your stomach, the kind of thing that would act as a warning. in moments like that rafe would tell you to breathe, he’d do it with you - a heavy hand on your back, usually it would feel suffocating but your body knew it was rafe, it instead felt anchoring. 

when you were in reach of the door, you didn’t even need to listen in, you heard it already. the sound of a woman’s voice, twisted into what sounded like an over friendly conversation, there were too many laughs, too many pauses like they were spent looking into each other like he did with you. everything was dragging you into the ground, your insides felt flipped inside out. still your hand moved to the doorknob. 

it was the screech of wood that broke up their talk, that loud, overpowering sound that made you physically cringe. you stood in the doorframe, that blank expression on your face - it was a talent really how expressionless you could look, leaving it a mystery to guess how you were feeling. 

rafe was sat at his desk chair, molded into it they way he always seemed to be, legs dangling across multiple floorboards. a woman that looked to be his age, perched in the facing chair, a lipstick grin on her face when she noticed you. however rafe’s body stiffened a little at the shadowed figure, until somewhere in his eyes they softened at the reveal of your face. 

an unfixed pout felt weighted on your face, it was impossible to remove, he had been ignoring you all day - for her. you felt silly in the slip dress that fitted you once with so much grace, now suffocating, it felt like a sobbed cry all for his attention. 

“i didn’t know you were coming baby” his voice was soft, careful as if he could see right through you. the nickname was a pull, you usually would have melted but now you just questioned it. the woman just cleared her throat with announcing, her ears properly opened to the pet name, seemingly regretting. 

“i called you- and texted you” you muttered the last part, now feeling obsessive. maybe you were being dramatic, rafe was a grown man with a business, always had a place to be. you felt like a barrier. 

rafe looked confused for a moment, rubbing over his face like first realization, a slip of his mind, now feeling the consequences. “uh my phones been off, i’m sorry look uh i’ve been busy all day. did you need anything?” he itched his temple, half of the words sounded like a painful exit from his mouth. 

you lifted your head up, twitching your nose a little in attempt to compress how you were feeling, the waterworks threatening a flood. “mm no it doesn’t matter” you said almost robotically, mostly avoiding eye contact with him, with her especially. the older woman didn’t seem to mind being in between your conversation, didn’t mind being the hidden reason, the unsaid name.

“i feel almost responsible here” she finally spoke, her teeth gritted in that awkward way, that you knew she wasn’t actually apologetic - more like she wanted to rub it in a little harder, dig a little deeper. rafe didn’t deny, nor did he say anything really, his watch stayed on you, almost on standby like he was worried. 

but what really stung was how she touched his hand, splayed out on his desk now covered by her manicured one, shaking it slightly while thanking him for something you didn’t care to catch. 

was this what rafe had wanted? someone his own age, someone that didn’t feel like a puppy that he’d take out on walks for fun, a reason for him to play babysitter.

it’s like he hadn’t fully processed what had happened, her touch over his because it didn’t have your affect, your delicacy, he quickly shoved it off - his eyes finding you with ease once again, dropping slightly at the tears caught in your eyeline. 

you didn’t want to cry like this, give yourself the nickname that rang out in your head. your lip trembled, quickly caught between your teeth, not wanting to unravel even messier. the look of hurt in your eye possibly shattered him, you were the one person he’d never want to hurt - he didn’t hurt you, it was instinct, his first every duty to protect you. 

but he had hurt you. 

and he wanted to make it up you, of course he did. he wanted to grab you in that way that took your thoughts away, shook you from the creeping of your mind - to take away your problems, let him do the handling. wanted to squeeze you hard, the sight of you in that little dress made him pulse even more at the thought. but you had left, gone like a memory. 

lingering still in his mind, his favorite ghost. 

you fled. you always did, it was too much, the show you had put on ran way past too much. now you were curled in bed, a pink throw blanket sprawled over you in that comforting way that felt like home, like a place that didn’t mind you not being the most level headed person in the room, a person that didn’t know a thing about business nor did you wear red lipstick and tacky perfume. 

little sniffles were the only sound released from you, if your parents cared enough to check in they would be frightened at the chilled quiet. your mascara was smudged, the black under your eyes that made you look even more broken, your lips plump from how many times you’d bitten them in containment, sticky glitter remains covered them in the way rafe liked tasting. 

then you heard it, felt it even - that vibrated ping, the one that sounded just like his name. usually your heart would flutter, if it wasn’t in pieces. 

i’m outside, come. 

next thing you knew you were outside, trailing down your porch in that sad, defeated way, kicked completely. you crossed your arms on instinct, protective from the harsh breeze, his eyes. you opened the car door, without a greeting this time, shrinking yourself into the seat in that beaten manner. 

rafe hated how small you looked, when you were around him you never looked like that, he looked after you. made sure you were happy, always smiling, pretty in your dresses, not a problem in the world. 

“i don’t want you to be sad” the first words to leave him, practically useless because you were past that, dealing with the process. his hand gripped your upper arm, his fingers stroking you slightly, it still somehow felt loving, even when you were cold, when it didn’t seem that there was a lot of love between you. “you know uh- i hate seeing you like this, you’re just fuck-“ 

he sat facing the windshield, his hands practically fighting himself, getting physical with his words, stressed in the way they wouldn’t come out the way he wanted them to. his eyes suddenly shut, patiently finding what he wanted to say, he couldn’t mess it up. “i- i’m just saying that i would never want make you feel like this” his finger pointed hard to the ground, he did that when he didn’t trust his voice. 

you finally turned to face him, a silent tear fell from your eye, it was too easy how it escaped without any feeling. your lungs closed in abruptly, fear live within you, and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. rafe quickly realized what was happening, rushingly placing a hand on your shoulders, treading lightly as if he had done it many times before…

“cmon baby- just breathe, alright i’m here- right next to you” his words fell right to your lungs, they felt tightening in the current moment, but his touch was grounding. your body was going up and down in breathy heaves, struggling to push the simple task of air through your body, another cry caught stuck. 

“no don’t- don’t do that” his other hand trailed to the hair in your face, guiding it softly in an action that didn’t feel too much. “you’ve got this- my girls got this, need you to do if for me alright” 

“i’m sorry” you eventually breathed out, the fear of losing him wired into you with the forced air. you shook your head repeatedly, the process of everything felt slow, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, allowing him to pluck you off of the seat and into the comfort of his lap. 

your legs locked around his waist, breathing him in like it was the only thing you needed. “i don’t wanna fight” you cried, a sudden clinging wrapped you into his neck. his hand went to the back of your hair, soft and heavy at the same time, perfect. “i don’t want to- fuck you know i don’t, n’you don’t have anything to be sorry about, ever - you couldn’t, you’re my uh you’re my perfect girl, could never do anything wrong” he cooed into your hair. 

you pulled back at his words, meeting his face, your favorite blue in his eyes. your finger traveled to his jaw, stroking over his skin almost appreciatively, admiring. you closed your eyes in relief, opening them back up to him watching your every movement. the same look in both of your eyes. “too pretty to be crying” 

then you suddenly missed him, his touch that you needed more of, always did. you quickly pressed into his lips like magnetism, it was hot and messy, desperate the way they kept pulling apart from your wild movements, the pace out of control. 

his big hands tangled into your hair, handling you steady, the perfect position for him to treat your lips the way they deserved to be, his tongue slipped in first how it always did. you tilted your head slightly, needing further taste, completely eating each others mouths, dirty, made for you to feel full. 

your breaths intertwined, twisted into the same, relying on each other mouths to contain your thick pants, whines. you spent forever just making out, rocking in his lap with mouths never unattached. 

now you would never be without.

                        ୭🐰✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🪽                            

a/n- soooo i kind of forgot half of it so its slightly different, buttttt i hope it’s ok

[dark-fics-4-you]

Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

[sematarygirls]

virgin reader x older dbf rafe and she’s nervous about her first time and says, “just the tip for now, okay?” but quickly realizes she needs the whole thing filling her up🤭

  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀  ⠀♯┆Just The Tip With DBF!Rafe.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ not proofread bc i'll die if i have to read my own smut. sorry this took so long. this request is absolutely drool-worthy, but smut intimidates me sometimes, so i hope this is good !! (also I've never lost my virginity so idk shitttttt about it) ‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . unprotected p in v, first time, everyone is of legal age.   ̼ ₊

Your head was too fuzzy from the way your dad's best friend, rafe cameron, was dragging the tip of his length through your wet folds at a torturously slow pace, occasionally bumping your clit and sending jolts of pleasure through you, to remember the exact circumstances of how you ended up in this compromising position to begin with.

The older, muscular man was hovering over you, his big arms caging you in and making you feel small in a way that had you pussy glistening with arousal. His arms were so big and beefy. His tummy was soft, but his frame was built, making his physique ooze sex appeal.

You'd had a crush on him for the longest time, but he was about 20 years your senior and your dad's oldest friend, which was why you couldn't believe that you were naked underneath him, the tip of his dick dangerously close to slipping inside you.

"You alright, sweetheart?" he asked softly, noticing your dazed expression. This caused you to snap back to the reality of the situation. You could only give a nod, your brain already turned to mush by the simple pleasure he was giving you, and he hadn't even actually done anything yet.

He smiled gently, his eyes filled with barely contained desire, like he was holding himself back from fucking you senseless. "If you need me to stop anytime, you just say the word, okay?" He pressed the tip of his length against your entrance, just a little more pressure than before, making you squirm beneath him

"Uh-uh huh," you managed to squeak out nervously, dizzy with desire. This was your wet dream come to life. You actually couldn't believe this was happening.

"Such a good girl..." he breathed against your ear, one of his large hands trailing down your side, making you shiver. Then, with a gentle but firm push, he slipped just an inch of himself inside you.

You gasped softly, it wasn't a lot, but there was a pressure between your legs that had you craving more. He pulled out the inch he'd given you, before pushing back in again, repeating the move a few more times being so gentle and careful, treating you like you were made of glass.

"More," you managed to say, your cheeks flushing at the how needy and breathless you sounded, like if he didn't give you more of his dick, you'd simply die. "Please."

He let out a low, hungry groan against your neck, his breath hot on your skin. "Fuck, you're so goddamn sweet, you know that?" He pushed another inch inside you, testing your limits.

You gasped softy, clutching his back for support as he slowly pushed more in. It hurt, more than you thought it would, but there was an undercurrent of pleasure, spurred on by the idea that this might be your only chance to fulfill your biggest fantasy that made you determined to take all of him.

He looked down at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. "You're doin' so good, sweetheart. You feel that? Just a bit more." He gently kissed your lips.

"Oh," you moaned softly, feeling so full of him, your fingers carding into his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. You're taking it so well," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He gently sheathed his entire length inside you, stopping to give you a moment to adjust. His muscles flexed and tensed as he held himself up, his body trembling slightly from the effort it took to go slow.

You took a few deep breaths, your grip on his hair tightening before you gave a small nod. "O-Okay, you can move," you breathed out.

He began to move slowly at first, pulling out slightly before pushing back in. "Look at me," he ordered gently, his blue eyes locking onto yours. "You're doing so good, baby girl."

You blushed, looking up at him as you struggled to keep your eyes open, the sensation of him dragging his thick, veiny length through your walls, making your eyes want to roll back in your head.

He picked up the pace a little, his movements becoming more sure and confident when he saw how much you were enjoying it. "Ah-ah-ah," he said softly as he watched your eyes startingnto close again, his voice stern. "Eyes on me." He reached between them, pressing his fingers against your clit, making your legs tremble.

"Rafe," you whined, your lips parting as your body was overwhelmed with pleasure you'd never felt before.

He grinned wickedly at your whimpered moan, his fingers working expertly over your sensitive clit. "That's it, sweet thing. Say my name." He angled his hips to hit that special spot inside you with each deep thrust.

You were already so close, each nerve ending in your body abuzz with pleasure from the way his dick hit your sweet spot to his calloused fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," he groaned, releasing his grip on your hip to grope one of your boobs roughly, adding to your pleasure. Rafe could feel your pussy tightening around him, telling him you were close. He leaned down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, swallowing your moans as he fucked you harder, his own climax approaching rapidly. "Come for me, sweetheart,"

Your back arched, tits pressing against his chest as you came around him. He tore his mouth away from yours, groaning loudly as he felt your pussy throbbing and fluttering around his dick. Your orgasm triggered his own, and he buried his face in your neck as he came inside you, filling you up with warm, sticky cum.

[greengoblinswifey]

Has dadbf Rafe ever gone too far sexually with her? Like maybe she had to use their safe word because she felt overwhelmed? I can see him absolutely crumbling inside knowing he pushed her too far

a/n— dbf!rafe is back, loved this <3 reminds me of the line in 505 by artic monkeys “but I crumble completely when you cry”

Rafe had you pinned beneath him, his hands gripping your wrists above your head. His kisses were rough, heated, everything was fast and relentless. The pressure of his hand on your throat was firm, his lips brushing against your ear as he growled, “You’ve been such a brat all week. Thought you could push me and get away with it? Hm slut?”

You tried to respond, but the intensity of his actions made it hard to breathe, not just physically, but emotionally. His body pressed you into the mattress, and his roughness wasn’t the usual thrilling kind. It felt too much, too rough, overwhelming.

“Rafe—” you tried, your voice faint and shaky, but he didn’t catch it as he kept going. You managed to choke out the safe word that you both had agreed upon, your heart racing.

He froze instantly, his grip on your wrists loosening as his eyes darted to yours in alarm. “What?” he whispered.

You swallowed hard, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you repeated the safe word softly, your voice breaking.

He immediately pulled back, his hands releasing you completely as he scrambled off you, sitting on the bed with wide, panicked eyes. “Oh my God, baby, I— I’m so sorry,” he stammered, his voice trembling. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You sat up slowly, wrapping your arms around yourself, trying to steady your breathing. “I just, It was too much. I felt overwhelmed.”

Rafe’s hands were trembling as he reached for you, but then he stopped himself, unsure if you wanted him to touch you. “I didn’t realize—I didn’t mean to—I swear I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he said, his voice cracking.

You nodded, trying to calm both yourself and him. “I know. You stopped when I needed you to. I’m okay now.”

But the look on his face was devastating. He looked like a man who had just shattered something precious. “I should’ve been paying more attention. I—fuck, I hate myself for this,” he muttered, running a hand through his buzzed hair in frustration.

His gentleness returned as he grabbed a blanket and carefully wrapped it around you. “You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice full of regret. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

He stayed beside you, stroking your curls and kissing your forehead as you calmed down. “I’m so so sorry,” he repeated over and over, his voice barely above a whisper.

When it was time to sleep, you turned away, still feeling unsettled. Rafe didn’t push it. He tucked you in, brushing your hair out of your face before whispering, “I love you.” You didn’t respond, and he quietly moved to the chair in the corner, leaving you to rest.

You woke up in the middle of the night to find the space beside you empty. Rafe was sitting on the edge of a chair in the corner, his head in his hands.

“Rafe?” you called softly, sitting up.

His head snapped up, and his face was etched with guilt. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

You climbed out of bed and padded over to him. “What’s wrong?”

He sighed, his shoulders tense. “I feel like shit. I pushed you too hard, and I hurt you. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You knelt in front of him, placing your head on his knees and looking up at him. “Rafe, I’m okay now. You stopped when I needed you to. That’s what matters.”

“It’s not okay,” he said, his voice cracking. “You trust me, and I broke that tonight.”

You shook your head. “No, you didn’t. You listened when I said the safe word. You took care of me. That’s what trust is.”

He still looked unconvinced, so you stood and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek to his chest. His arms came around you slowly, and he exhaled shakily.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your curls, holding you tightly.

“I know,” you whispered back, leaning up to kiss his jaw. “I forgive you.”

He kissed you softly and whispered, “I love you,” as his lips trailed along your forehead and cheeks.

“I love you too,” you replied, curling up with him on the bed. This time, when his arms wrapped around you, they felt like home. You both drifted off, holding each other close.

[exlnk]

i loooveeed your older!rafe fic sm i gotta request more😩🤭

let’s do older!dbf!rafe who catches reader being verbally abused by her boyfriend & protects her from further harm & this is how their affair starts.

but oh- her dad catches them in the act!🫣 „but daddy i love him!“ & when her dad hears about how he saved her from her shitty boyfriend he kinda accepts it but is still finding it weird🤭

older!dbf! rafe cameron x afab!reader.

warnings: abusive ex, age gap (reader is 20, rafe is 43), unprotected sex, marking, hair pulling, creampie, fucking on multiple surfaces, praising, female & male oral receiving, fingering, scratching, back shots, car shenanigans, semi public sex, biting, dirty talk, creampie, getting caught.

Rafe sat at the bar, sipping his whiskey, when he overheard the vile insults being hurled at the young woman sitting next to him. She was clearly drunk, and her boyfriend was taking advantage of her situation to berate and belittle her.

"Let go of me, Brad!" she slurred, trying to tug her wrist free from his painful grasp. "Don't you dare walk away from me, bitch!" Brad snarled, his face red with anger. "You think you can just leave me here?" the girl winced, her eyes welling up with tears as he dug his fingers painfully into her skin. Brad raised his other hand, balling it into a fist, and that was when Rafe had heard enough. He stepped in, grabbing Brad by the collar and wrenching him away from her.

"Stop it, please!" she cried, her voice wobbling as she tried to pull Rafe and Brad apart. Rafe growled at Brad, completely ignoring the girls cry to make him stop, "Never lay your hands on a woman like that, especially not if she's with a piece of shit like you. Show some respect, asshole." Rafe released his grip on Brad's collar, shoving him backwards. Brad stumbled, righted himself, and then spat at Rafe, "Mind your own business, old man!" He turned to the young woman, his face contorted with anger. "We're done, hear me? I'm leaving!" brad said before storming out of the bar.

Rafe watched Brad storm out of the bar, then turned his attention to the young woman. She was rubbing her wrist, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Are you alright?" he asked gently, his voice a stark contrast to Brad's harsh tone.

She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, sniffling. "yeah...thank you...I'm so sorry...he's never...I mean, he's grabbed me before, but not like that...I'm so embarrassed..." She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. "Come here.." Rafe murmured, pulling her into a gentle hug. She burrowed into his chest, sobbing quietly. After a moment, he said, "I can take you home if you'd like." She sniffled, pulling back to look up at him.

that’s when y/n got a good look at the man.

he was taller than her; basically towering over her.

he was gorgeous.. blue eyes that were so intense, he had some scruff growing, that made you wonder what it felt like between your thighs—

"Yes, please...but you don't have to, you already did so much..." She hiccuped again, wiping her tears on the back of her hand. Rafe gave her a warm smile, that made her knees buckle, brushing her hair out of her face. "Nonsense, it's the least I can do," he insisted. "Besides, I wouldn't forgive myself if I let you take a cab home alone, not after what just happened." He helped her gather her things.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Rafe turned to her and said, "I'm Rafe, by the way. Rafe Cameron." He extended a hand, waiting for her to take it.

and that’s how this whole situation started.

months later, rafe and y/n found themselves entangled within in his sheets, limbs entwined and bodies slick with sweat.

Rafe groaned as he thrust into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "You feel so good, sweetheart.." he hissed through gritted teeth.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he continued to pump into her, his thick erection stretching her, filling her completely. y/n moaned beneath him, her fingernails scoring his back as she clung to him, her inner muscles clenching around him with each thrust. "Oh, angel'," Rafe drawled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I told you I'd show you what it's like with an older man, didn't I?" He flexed his hips, driving deeper into her. “how much better i could take care of you.. hm?”

"You're so tight, so responsive...you were wasting your time with that boy," he groaned, his breath hitching as she scored her nails down his back once more. "I know what you need, sweetheart."

He shifted his angle, his powerful hips bucking against her as he drove into that spot that made her see stars. His thumb found her swollen bud, circling it expertly as his beard-roughened face nuzzled against her breasts. "cum for me, angel.”

y/n’s back arched, her head thrown back against the pillow as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned his name, her voice hoarse and broken, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she clung to him. She was drowning in sensation, consumed by him. "Rafe..." with a guttural groan, Rafe buried his face against her neck and stiffened, his hips jerking against hers as he found his own release. He pulled out of her, his warm seed spilling onto her belly as he praised her. "So beautiful, sweetheart, so perfect..."

the bedroom door suddenly slammed open, revealing a red-faced Mr. Y/L/N. "Y/N!" he roared, his eyes darting between his daughter's naked form and Rafe's bare backside. "Rafe? are you fucking serious?" he barked at Rafe, who quickly grabbed his pants and covered himself. Mr. Thompson's face turned an even deeper shade of red as he took in the scene before him. "Rafe," he said, his voice tight. "We're business partners. I didn't realize our working relationship extended to...this." He gestured to y/n's prone form on the bed.

Rafe stood up, pulling his pants on and quickly tying the belt. He approached Mr. Thompson, opening his mouth to apologize, but the older man cut him off. "Just leave, Rafe," he said, his voice cold. "I need a moment with my daughter."

as soon as Rafe closed the door behind him, y/n sat up in bed and turned to her father, tears welling up in her eyes. "But Daddy, I love him!" she pleaded. "He saved me from that awful boyfriend of mine; brad! you hated him too! and he's kind and caring and he makes me so happy, Daddy," y/n continued, her voice trembling. "Can't you just... let us be together? Please?" Mr. Y/L/N sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. He looked at his daughter, seeing the desperation in her eyes. "No, y/n/n.." he said firmly, though his heart ached at the sight of his daughter's tears. "Not right now. I need time to process this. You're my little girl, and the idea of you with Rafe...it's just too much."

y/n’s shoulders slumped, and she nodded reluctantly. "Okay, Daddy. I understand," she said, wiping away her tears. But as soon as her father left the room—

she grabbed her phone and sent a quick text to Rafe: ‘Meet me tonight.’

Later that night, y/n snuck out of her bedroom window, carefully navigating the trellis she'd used countless times as a teenager. Rafe was waiting for her in his car, his face etched with concern. "I'm so sorry about your dad," he said, pulling her into a tight embrace, gently stroking her hair. y/n cuddled against his chest, nuzzling his neck. "He'll get over it," she insisted. "I mean, I'm not a kid anymore. He'll realize that eventually. And until then...we'll just have to keep sneaking out." Rafe smirked, his arms tightening around her. "Is it bad that I kinda like the sneaking around part?" he asked, his voice low and husky. y/n laughed softly, her heart fluttering at the possessive way he held her. "I think it's kinda hot, actually..”

They spent the evening on a little date, going to a quaint diner for milkshakes and fries, then strolling through the park hand in hand. Finally, they arrived at the movie drive-in, where they settled into Rafe's car with a blanket and a bag of popcorn.

As the movie began, Rafe's demeanor shifted. He became more focused on y/n than the screen, his hand slowly creeping up and down her thigh. He'd start at her knee, his touch light and gentle, then slowly drag his hand higher, his palm brushing against her inner thigh. y/n's heart raced as Rafe's hand continued its slow, torturous journey up her thigh. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible with his warm touch igniting a fire beneath the surface. She felt herself getting wet, her panties growing damp with desire.

y/n squirmed in her seat, parting her legs ever so slightly to give Rafe better access. He took the hint, his hand sliding even higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her underwear. "Rafe.." she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the movie's soundtrack.

Rafe leaned over, his breath hot against her neck as his fingers slowly slid beneath the fabric of her underwear. "Shh..” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. "We're just watching the movie, remember?" His fingers gently parted her folds, slowly caressing her wet warmth. Y/N bit her lip to keep from moaning as Rafe's fingers expertly stroked her. She tilted her hips, encouraging him to touch her more deeply. His thumb found her swollen nub, circling it slowly as his fingers continued to thrust in and out of her.

"You don't have to be quiet, sweetheart," Rafe murmured, his lips brushing against her earlobe. "The movie's loud enough to drown you out, and we're in my car. No one's going to hear you..”

y/n let out a loud whimper as Rafe's fingers picked up pace. "Oh god, Rafe!" she cried out, her voice echoing off the car's interior. He chuckled, his thumb pressing harder against her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her soaked pussy.

y/n's hands clutched at the dashboard, her knuckles turning white as Rafe's touch pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "Rafe, please, I'm...I'm gonna..." she broke off with a loud moan, her body convulsing as she came hard against his fingers.

Rafe's hand gentled, slowly easing her through the aftershocks as he brought his shiny, wet fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked onto hers. "Now, unbuckle my pants, like a good girl.”

With trembling hands, y/n reached over and unbuckled Rafe's belt, then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He lifted his hips, allowing her to push his pants and boxers down just far enough for his hard length to spring free.

Rafe praised her with a low, "Good girl," his voice thick with desire. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck, gently guiding her down onto her knees on the passenger seat. "Just like that, sweetheart. Now, wrap your hand around me and stroke." Rafe's breath caught as y/n wrapped her small hand around his thick shaft, her fingers barely touching as she slowly stroked him. "That's it, just like that.." he praised, his voice low and gruff. "doing so good, sweetheart. It feels so good..”

Rafe's hand covered hers, guiding her as he showed her how he liked to be touched. "A little tighter," he instructed, "and a bit faster." He let her take over, his head falling back against the seat as she pleasured him. She loved the feel of him in her hand, his skin so hot and silky. She could tell he was close, his breathing growing faster, his hips jerking up to meet her strokes.

Rafe's grip on her hand tightened as he neared his climax. "Fuck, y/n you're going to make me...ah!" He came hard, his hot cum shooting out of him in thick, creamy pulses as he pumped his hips against her hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..” Rafe let out a satisfied sigh, his body relaxing back against the seat. "y/n.." he breathed, "You're incredible." He reached out, gently cupping her cheek and tilting her face up to his. "Come here," he said softly, pulling her up onto his lap.

y/n straddled Rafe's lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as he kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, mixed with the salty tang of him. He ran his hands up and down her back, his touch tender and soothing.

a few days later, y/n juggled several shopping bags as she let herself into the house, calling out, "I'm home!" She dropped her bags in the hallway and headed for the kitchen, skidding to a halt in the doorway. Mr. Y/L/N was sitting at the kitchen table, his face unreadable. "Dad?" Her dad took a deep breath. "y/n, I've been thinking a lot lately. You’re 20, and...well, I think it's time I give you some more freedom." He paused, running a hand through his hair. “know I can be...overprotective.." he admitted, his face flushing with embarrassment. "But it's only because I love you so much, and I just want to keep you safe. But I realize now that shutting you out and not letting you date is probably doing more harm than good."

"So, I've decided to trust you more. You're a smart girl, and you deserve to have a normal teenage life. But," he added, pointing a finger at her, "whoever you're seeing, they'd better treat you right. You understand?" y/n launched herself at her dad, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Thank you, Daddy!" she exclaimed. "You have no idea how much this means to me." She pulled back, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "So, does this mean I can see rafe again?"

Her dad hesitated, his jaw tensing. "Rafe's a good man," he finally said. "But he's older than you. And he's my business partner." He sighed, "Just...promise me you'll take things slow, okay?"

y/n nodded eagerly, hugging her dad again. "I promise, Dad. I'll be careful, I swear." She kissed his cheek goodbye, then hurried out the door, practically skipping to her car. She drove to Rafe's house, her heart racing with excitement as she pulled into his driveway.

She rang the doorbell, shifting from foot to foot nervously as she waited. The door swung open, revealing Rafe shirtless, with low-slung sweats and a lazy smile. "Hey, beautiful," he drawled, pulling her inside and kissing her deeply. rafes pulled back from the kiss, frowning slightly. "What's gotten into you?" he asked, even as his hands roamed over her curves. "Not that I'm complaining." He nipped at her bottom lip. "But you're acting extra needy tonight..”

Rafe's eyes widened briefly before a slow smile spread across his face. "Well, then..." he murmured, scooping her up in his arms and carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, his hands and mouth continuing to explore her body. "No more sneaking around..no more hiding..” Rafe's hands slowly pushed up her tank top, baring more of her skin to his touch. He kissed along her collarbone, his fingers toying with the hem of her top. "Lift your arms," he murmured, his voice low and commanding.

Rafe's kisses trailed down her body, his hands following suit. He unhooked her bra, his hands gently squeezing her breasts before his mouth followed, lavishing attention on each peak. He slowly kissed his way down her stomach, his hands gripping her thighs as he knelt between them. "You have no idea how hard it's been..” Rafe growled, his hands skimming up her sides. "I'd have kept sneaking around to be with you, no matter what your dad said." He nuzzled into her neck. "I'm so addicted to you, angel..”

y/n writhed beneath him, her breath hitching. "Well, thankfully we don't have to sneak around anymore," she purred, her hands tangling in his hair. "Now you can have me whenever you want." Rafe groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. "Whenever I want, huh?" He nipped at her skin, his fingers tracing the waistband of her jean shorts. "And what if I want you right now? On the bedroom floor, up against the wall, bent over the couch...”

y/n whimpered, her body aching with need. "Yes," she hissed, arching into him. "All of the above. God, Rafe, you're killing me." She wiggled out of his grasp, shimmying out of her jeans and underwear in one go. Rafe grinned wickedly, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Eager little thing, aren't you?" He grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed. "Well, since you're offering...I think I'll start with the floor."

y/n giggled, her voice breathy as Rafe dragged her off the bed and onto the floor. "The floor, huh?" she teased, wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're so romantic." Rafe chuckled, his hands gripping her backside as he kissed the side of her mouth. "Romance later," he promised, his voice growing darker.

"Right now, I just want to bury myself inside you and hear you scream my name." His hands tightened, wanting her to flip over on her knees and palms. Rafe's hands kneaded her backside as he aligned himself with her core, his thick length pushing inside her inch by inch. He gave her time to adjust, his lips exploring hers deeply. His calloused hands were a stark contrast to her soft skin, his fingers flexing as he held onto her.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and thrust forward again, his pace quickening. "Like this?" he asked gruffly, pulling out of her and pushing back in as he hit it from behind, his hands gripping her hips and pulling her back onto him. She arched her back, pushing herself onto him. She could feel every inch of him, the new angle allowing him to go deeper than before.

“Yes! shit.. just like that," y/n panted, her fingers clawing at his black carpet. "You're so deep...you touch...you touch something inside me." Her words were punctuated by his powerful thrusts, her breath hitching with each movement. "Harder, Rafe, please." Rafe chuckled darkly behind her, his fingers tightening on her hips. "You think you can handle it, angel?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. Without waiting for a response, he sped up his pace, his hips snapping forward as he buried himself inside her over and over.

Rafe's pace grew faster, his breathing ragged. "You're taking my cock so well, sweetheart.." he praised, his hand snaking around to toy with her puffy clit. He slapped her backside once, twice, the sound of flesh on flesh mingling with their moans. "Such a good girl.” His large hand splayed across her stomach, his fingers splaying over her pretty belly as he pistoned in and out of her. His calloused palm caressed her hip, squeezing her backside appreciatively before delivering another stinging slap. “so fucking beautiful..and all mine.”

y/n's fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding his hand back to her front. "Desk," she moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Want you...on the desk..." Rafe understood, his arms wrapping around her waist as he stood, still buried inside her. He carried her to the desk, his strong arms cradling her backside as he perched her on the edge. He leaned her back onto the desktop, his hands braced on either side of her. "Better?" he asked, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

y/n smiled sweetly, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Yeah," she whispered, her arms wrapping around his neck. She drew him closer, her legs wrapping around his waist. "Now, don't be gentle," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Rafe's jaw clenched as he drew back and drove into her with force, making the desk screech back. "Like this?" he asked, his voice gruff. His teeth nipped at her shoulder, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging gently. He pulled her head to the side, his lips finding her throat. y/n's head fell back, her mouth parting as a low, guttural moan escaped. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling sharply as her hips canted forward to meet his powerful thrusts. "yes! f-fucking perfect..”," she gasped, her voice barely recognizable. "Mark me, please."

Rafe's moan echoed through the room, the feelings overwhelming him. He suckled at her shoulder, leaving a dark hickey before biting down on her neck, marking her with another bruise as he continued to pound into her. His teeth sank into her flesh, his hips slamming forward with each powerful thrust. He could feel her nails scoring his back, her heels digging into his backside as she urged him on.

The sensations became too much for both of them. y/n’s breath hitched, her body tensing as she climbed closer to the peak. Rafe's breathing grew ragged, his face burrowing into the crook of her neck as he neared his own release.

"Rafe," y/n whimpered, her body quivering. "I'm— i’m close..." Her insides quivered around him, her release nearing. “shh, it’s okay baby, let go for me..”

Rafe's fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with brutal intensity, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Where do you want me to cum, baby?" he growled, his own release threatening to overwhelm him. "Tell me where you want my load." "Inside me," y/n moaned, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, Rafey, I want to feel you...come inside me. Now, please, now..." Her words spurred him on, her inner muscles tightening around him.

Rafe's eyes rolled back, his face contorting with pleasure. The pressure became too much, and with a guttural moan, he buried his face in her neck and came inside her, his hot seed spurting into her as his hips continued to jerk forward; making y/n whimper at the slight overstimulation.

His arms wrapped around her, crushing her to his chest as his body shook with the force of his release. y/n’s own body convulsed, her nails digging into his back as she found her own peak, milking him for every last drop.

Rafe collapsed against her, his breath hot against her neck. "You did so good for me, baby," he praised, his voice hoarse. "You took all of me like such a good girl." He pressed gentle kisses to her skin, his arms tightening possessively around her. "my sweet girl..” They stayed entwined on the desk for several long moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Rafe gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom, where he stepped into the shower with her, carefully cleaning her up. "I love you," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to her skin.

y/n's heart skipped a beat at the words, her eyes widening in shock. This was the first time Rafe had ever said "I love you" to her, and it meant the world to her.