hmmm thinking of ur biting threat which has inspired me… what if reader leaves bite marks and scratches on rafe. how would he react to comments like “did you get into a fight with a shark/bear” when he takes his shirt off at the gym
RAFE LOVES IT WHEN YOU MARK HIM !
rafe was obsessed with you leaving your scratches and bites all over his body, he loved being reminded of the things that the two of you did together.
"jesus christ, what the fuck happened to your back? did you get into a fight with a bear?" topped asked, hand on his chin and a stunned expression on his face.
rafe's eyebrows scrunched in confusion, not knowing what this idiot was talking about, as per usual.
he managed to turn his neck and look in the mirror that was behind him, and sure enough there were deep scratches that started at his shoulder blades and ended at the bottom of his back.
he huffed out a laugh and shook his head in disbelief, "that's my fuckin' girl" he murmued under his breath.
an weird sense of pride filled his body, seeing your marks on him would always bring this reaction.
knowing you as well as he did, rafe assumed that you were a little rougher, knowing that he was going to the gym in the morning and would therefore be taking his top off.
pulling himself out of the trance he was currently swept up in, he looked up to topper who was still staring at him.
rafe casually shrugged his shoulders, "don't know how that happened"
someone else laughed and chimed in, "bet it was his girl, she always did look wild"
the weight that rafe had just picked up fell back to the floor, causing everyone to fall quiet, hushed "oooh's" going around the group.
topper hesitantly put his hand on rafe's shoulder, "just ignore him, man"
rafe nodded and tilted his head towards the exit, "fuck off before i break your neck" he grunted, sighing as he moved back to the weights.
thinking about older!bf Rafe who makes you call him dad during sex.
he's so gross and disgusting, forcing your mouth open with sticky weed fingers, slick from past blunts likely stumped out on concrete somewhere. he may be older, but he still has that same youth in him.
sometimes he'll get you high, when he hangs out with his friends, sipping beers in the low light comfort of his living room.
Rafe lets you plop down onto his lap, hiding your face in his neck, before telling you to close your eyes and breathe in as he blows smoke inside. it takes a little bit for it to kick in, before you're pliant and soft for him. you and Rafe had talked about this kind of thing, him showing you off in front of his friends. there were strict guidelines, they cant touch, cant say anything directly to you. it was your boundaries, and even though you wanted this too, you had to be comfortable.
he'd spread you open, whispering in your ear to "lift y'ur hips for me bun." watching as you follow his every order. then he'd would spread your slick lips apart, rubbing at them vigorously just to watch as some of it splashes on the hardwood floor, some on his boot.
his friends would watch with lidded eyes as he works you open on his fingers, Rafe thick digits hitting all the best spots inside of you.curling his fingers and making sure to get all the movements right that make you whine, arch and squeal. it's like a show and tell of sorts, and you're his present.
Rafe would make you beg for that release, edging you twice, just to put on a show for his friends. and then when you do cum, he makes you say thank you. "good girls use their manners. Aren't you my good girl, hmm?" he'd say, with a slight raised eyebrow and a smirk as you flush red. the embarrassment of what you need to do hits hard, but the need for that tight coil in your tummy to break is so much more important.
you're so close, and you know he wont let you cum until you do exactly as he says. "p-please Rafe?"
he'd shake his head, chuckling lowly a bit as he lifts the hand on your thigh to rest behind his ear. "Nah baby, y'know that's not my name." his fingers slow down inside of you, for fear of your orgasm slipping away once more, you follow his directions. "please d-dad! need it, need it so bad, need t'cum!" his friends laugh, voices echoing like a tunnel from in front of you, but you're too high on sex and weed to care, eyes only on Rafe and ears buzzing.
he lets you cum, eventually, kissing your forehead as you finally come down. his friends leave, Rafe kicking them out so he can take care of you. kissing your ankles and working the kinks out of your neck. he runs a hot bath, caring you to and from the tub before bed. "thank you dad."
"'course baby. always gonna take care of you." and you know he means it, every word.
synopsis : you do the 'husband' trend on your boyfriend.
“that’ll be a large,”
as you dig into your wallet, pulling out some cash to pay for your drinks, rafe doesn’t even realize what comes out of your lips until it’s too late. “and my husband will take an expresso.”
the cashier doesn’t seem to care or even notice his widened eyes as she rings you up, while her coworker gets started on your drinks. “your total will be $10.49. are you paying cash or card?”
you hand a ten dollar bill and a one dollar bill and hold it out for her. “cash.” you reply, watching as she takes it from you and you can notice rafe is staring at you, with parted lips.
did you just say what he think he heard?
"that'll be a few minutes on the end."
"great, thank you." you share a smile before reaching for rafe's hand and dragging him over to the opposite end of the counter to wait. rafe has no other choice but to follow after, cheeks undoubtedly a tinge of pink. still holding your hand, he pulls you towards him, making you spin to him.
"so.. husband, huh?"
you purse your lips to hide your breaking smile as you peer up at him innocently. "hm? what's wrong?"
rafe chuckles in disbelief at your innocent act and coy attitude as his grin grows wider. "what was that all about just now? im your husband now?"
you simply shrug and turn away but the mischievous smile curling on your lips give you away. "well, eventually right? i have to practice at some point." as you're giggling, rafe just shakes his head with a small roll of his eyes but his smile softens.
and when he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead, he hums. meanwhile his other hand lays in his pocket, his fingers wrapped around a small velvet box.
"well, that's the plan."
a/n : just fluff. i think doing tiktok trends on rafe would be so cute and funny haha. i might make a series lmao.
Synopsis: are you really trying to bribe me into speaking to you?
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"baby, speak to please." Rafe practically pleaded, but he was simply met with silence as you snuggled your face into the blanket.
He knew it wasn't his fault - that it just felt like you were pushing him away. You just had a bad day, needed to hide for a while, but he couldn't seem to exist in this kind of silence.
Kneeling in front of this couch, watching your little trembles as you sobbed, it shattered him. Made him feel pitiful and helpless.
He needed to help you but he didn't know how. And all this thinking about how he felt made him feel selfish; how could he be thinking about himself when you were like this?
You felt bad for shutting him out, drawing more comfort from an old blanket than from his arms, but sometimes that is just how it is.
Work was hard today. Drained you of resilience, so now you sat crying as this frail, defenseless creature. You couldn't be blamed for feeling a little ashamed of your current state. For wanting to hide it.
Rafes hand pulled at the edges of the blanket, too scared to touch you, too afraid to ask.
Words lingered on his tongue but they all sounded like a plea, sounded desperate and weak.
Rafe ran away from his feelings like they were some sort of desease. He prided himself in being a better man because of it. But you pulled them out of him in embarrassing ways, and he needs to hear your voice.
"baby..?" he spoke softly, hoping for some acknowledgment. His heart was hammering as he prayed that at least your eyes would meet his.
But there was nothing.
"Talk to me please." his was begging and he didn't even care anymore, "Please say something. I'll give you anything. Anything you want in gold just say something."
What else could he do? He didn't know how to handle emotions but he knew how to handle money, so it was worth a shot. It would work for many people that he knows, but then again, you're not everybody. You're the only one who values feelings over financial worth - over everything.
Your eyes flickered to his.
Your beautiful, sad, sparkling eyes finally met with his and he swore his heart stopped.
"Are you trying to bribe me into talking to you?" you say in a shaky voice, sleeve pawing at your eyes to dry them.
He felt his heart stammer back into his consciousness awareness, it reminded him that time is moving and he should answer you.
"Y-Yeah, I am." he mumbled, feeling like a nervous school boy.
"I'm not ignoring you.. I'm just sad." you reply, analysing the way his expression was slightly tight - slightly scared.
You never meant to scare him.
He knew you noticed, and although it embarrassed him, he is glad he didn't come off as a dick for trying to bribe you into talking to him. The mere fact that you can just see the truth in his actions is more than he could ask for.
"Can I hold you?" he asks, his shoulders heavy, hands never feeling so empty. He's never really realised that since he fell in love with you his arms have never been empty.
note — dedicated to my wife ( @dearapril ), something soft & cute like u my angel <3
masterlist, obx minilist
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Your husband smiled softly at your sleeping form, your pretty fingers poking out from the blanket burrito you’d bundled yourself in the night before. He chuckled to himself as he expertly tied his tie, remembering how you’d refused to share a single blanket with him from your mound.
Straightening his collar in the floor length mirror, he glanced back at you, mentally reminding himself to mess up his tie on his way home (he liked playing dumb so you’d do his tie for him, your eyebrows furrowing in concentration everytime, cute, the perfect spot for him to place a kiss between).
He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before padding downstairs to put his shoes on.
Rafe exhaled a shaky breath as he shut the door behind him, he’d never been to an event without you since you’d started dating so this truly scared the shit out of him. If it were up to Rafe, you’d both be a mess of limbs by now, lost under your weighted blanket. But, unfortunately, you were ill and he couldn’t worm his way out of this one.
As he drove, he hummed the latest song you’d been obsessed with, reminded of all the times you sang in the car and your voice became more and more breathier as he slipped his hand under your dress. God he missed you.
The blonde twisted his golden band anxiously, stepping into the ball.
RAFE CAMERON wasn’t usually the type to beg, or at least, not out loud. But the way he grabbed for you tonight, restless and impatient, told a different story.
He’d barely let you through the door before his mouth was on your neck, his hands skating under your shirt like he couldn’t stand another second of space between you. His voice was rough in your ear, every word edged with a desperation you rarely heard from him.
“Need you. Right now. Can’t... fuck, can’t wait.”
He sounded raw, almost broken by how much he wanted you, and the power of it sent a shiver down your spine. You let him back you against the wall, his chest pressing flush to yours, his thigh slotting between your legs. He rocked into you shamelessly, the hard line of his body telling you exactly how badly he needed relief.
You smirked, brushing your lips against his just enough to make him chase the kiss. “You’re impatient tonight, Cameron.”
“Don’t—” his hands dug into your hips, breath hitching when you shifted against his thigh. “Don’t tease me, please.”
The last word left his mouth like a secret, like something he’d regret if you didn’t give in, but it only made you wetter. You slid a hand into his hair, tugging until he groaned into your mouth, finally kissing you like he was starved. His tongue slid against yours, needy and messy, his rhythm faltering because he was too desperate to slow down.
When your hand slipped lower, palming him through his jeans, his knees almost buckled. “Baby—God, I need you,” he rasped, head falling to your shoulder. “Been hard for hours just thinking about you.” You laughed softly, stroking him harder, feeling the way he rutted into your palm. “You're so needy, I didn’t think the Rafe Cameron begged for anything.”
His head snapped up, eyes dark and blown wide. “For you? Yeah. Always for you.”
That admission snapped the tension like a rubber band. He tore at your clothes until they were half-off, stumbling with you to the couch, his mouth never leaving your skin. He was clumsy with how fast he wanted you, but it only made you ache more and yet, he didn’t care about anything but getting inside you.
When he finally thrust into you, he moaned like it was the first breath after drowning. He held you so tight, hips snapping, his words spilling into your ear like prayers.
“Perfect, so fucking perfect. Mine. Don’t care if I sound desperate, just... fuck... don’t let go.”
And with the way his body trembled against yours, you knew he meant it.
✮ — REQUESTED. the story continues, jj is obsessed with you. found out what party you were at just for a taste of you. you've got him hooked, and he's not giving up anytime soon.
✮ — cw .ᐟ 2k words. 18+. smut. oral ( m!receiving ). unprotected p in v. creampie. spitting.
✮ — notes .ᐟ i cannot believe i've had this half written in my drafts since may lmao wtf </3
"dude, you're fuckin' pussy whipped."
john b's words barely register in jj's head, too busy borderline drooling over the outfit you're wearing.
"how can he be? hasn't even fucked her yet." pope rolls his eyes.
yet. at least someone has some faith that jj might actually fuck you at some point in his life. "will you both shut up? distracting me." jj huffs, aimlessly sipping the beer in his cup as he continues to ogle you from across the room. the two boys mumble a 'what the fuck' to each other as the blonde barely acknowledges their existence.
not like john b went out of his way to figure out who was throwing the party, and made sure you were going to be there. jj's grateful, of course, but right now he needs them to stop trying to talk to him when he's busy.
too fuckin' busy plotting his move.
today was a good day for jj. sun was hot, waves were good, already kissed you once today. and now? gets to see you for a second time, all dressed up. baby tee and no bra, his imagination is running wilder than seeing you in your bikini earlier today.
world's best ex girlfriend. the words printed over your chest. jj's read the words over and over. the idea that someone had the privilege of calling you their ex-girlfriend had jealousy running through his veins. although, jj would never let you break up with him if you were his.
"m'busy, jj." you mumble, not even looking over your shoulder as he taps you. didn't need to turn around to know it was him. oh. well... that didn't work. jj's fucking persistent though, especially when it came to you. begrudgingly turning on his heels back over to the pogues, who are all holding back their laughter at his failed attempt.
it was cute. the way his shoulders slumped, how he dragged his feet across the floor, how he listened. you're sure he'd jump off a cliff if you asked. well, saying that— jj would do a backflip into the ocean from said cliff before you even asked if it meant you'd so much as look in his direction.
a loud groan leaves his lips as he watches some fuckin' kooks arms wrap around your waist, grimacing as he watches the curve of your neck as you pull him down to kiss you. "tough luck, buddy." john b attempts sympathy, patting jj on the back. "nights not over yet." jj mumbles in response, cracking his neck before crushing the can of beer while swallowing the remaining liquid.
he pounces at the perfect moment, dragging you by the arm as the kook attempts to lead you upstairs. you can't even help the smirk on your face as jj pulls you straight down the hallway. he's over the fucking moon that you're not resisting, willingly abandoning that boy for him.
pulling you inside an empty room, jj's hands are immediately holding your waist, pushing you up against the door. "thought i told you i was busy?" you smirk, head resting back against the wall to look up at him. "yeah, well, i cleared your schedule." he teases, tugging your hair slightly to expose more of your neck. his lips trail down your jaw to your neck, covering your skin in sloppy kisses.
inhaling the scent of your perfume on your skin, holding your body flush against his, reveling in the feeling of your hands moving up into his hair. jj’s heart is pounding, desperately trying to not get ahead of himself. but it’s damn near impossible when the first hum of pleasure hits his ears.
“you’re not goin’ anywhere this time,” he smirks, reaching behind your body to lock the door. “did i say i wanted to?” you return, hands on his chest as you push his body back until his body hits the mattress.
leaning back on his palms, knees spread where he sits. immediately kicking off his shoes, head falling back with a groan as he watches you fall to your knees in front of him. “fuck me.” jj mutters under his breath, forcing his eyes back to the vision before him.
sharp nails trail up his thighs, elbows resting upon his knees as your fingers move to unbutton his shorts. his breath already coming out in pants, lifting up his hips to allow you to free him of the fabric. his shorts and boxers pooling at his ankles, his hard-on hitting against his stomach.
“didn’t even touch you yet.” you tease, lustful eyes dragging up from his length to meet his eyes. his words get choked in his throat as your hand wraps around the base of his cock.
“get hard the second i look at you, ma.” he’s got no shame in his words, just a lazy grin on his lips. the veins on his arms are bulging, hands tight around the sheets below his fingers.
the second your mouth wraps around his tip he’s gone. groans free falling from his lips, eyes glued on you. watching your hand pump the base of him, tongue swirling around him before hollowing your cheeks.
drool mixed with pre-cum drips down your chin, leaking out the corners of your mouth. sloppily bobbing your head up and down his shaft. he swears he’s never seen a sight so hot in his life.
jj’s hand wraps around the hair at the base of your skull, twisting the locks around his wrist to control your movements. pushing your face further down, shit eating grin on his face as you gag around him.
it’s a sinful sight, your eyes on his through your lashes, spit dripping from your mouth, pooling at the base of him. moans vibrating around him, as he forces your head as far down as he can. bucking his hips up at speed, fucking himself down your throat.
“ah, fuck!” he groans, quickly pulling your head up, his cock wet with drool as it hits his stomach again. “why’d ya stop?” you mumble, wiping your mouth on the back of your hand.
he doesn’t answer at first, his hands hooking under your arms, pulling you up onto your feet. jj’s hands quickly move down to your skirt, ripping it down your legs with your panties.
“wanna cum in this pretty lil pussy,” he smirks, kicking your legs open by your ankles, as jj pushes two fingers inside of you. your hands moving to clutch his shoulders, knees threatening to buckle as his thumb draws lazy circles against your clit.
the sounds you’re making are fucking heavenly, he’d listen to them on loop for the rest of his life if he could.
“oh, shit— mhph, jj!”
he’s gone. completely gone as his name leaves your lips, that breathy tone— he’s never coming back from you.
jj rips his hand from you, quick to his feet— hands on your hips as he spins the two of you around, pushing you down onto the mattress without a word. stripping himself of his tank, climbing over you as you remove your own tee.
“oy,” he groans, shaking his head in pure lust. he can’t believe how hot you look under him. the sight should be illegal, only jj fuckin’ maybank is allowed to see you like this.
big hands on your thighs, spreading your legs as he slots himself between them. “too fuckin’ sexy, ma.” he smirks, slapping his tip against your clit.
jj’s slow on entry, filling you up inch by inch. the stretch eliciting moans from you, back arching up from the mattress. jaw falling open, and jj can’t help himself.
sinful smile on his face as the glob of spit lands on your tongue, and the second he sees your eyes roll back at the action—he’s fucking you at speed.
hands harsh against the back of your thighs, pushing your legs toward your body. sloppy kisses down your ankle, as he hooks your feet over his shoulders. the sounds of skin slapping echo around the room, melting with your moans.
he's loud—couldn't stop himself if he tried, damn near drooling down your ankle at the sight of you. eyes flicking between your face and where he's burying himself inside you.
"feel better than i ever imagined, baby—fuuuck," jj groans, jaw slack and fingers tight around your calves. blonde locks growing slick to his forehead, chest heaving.
he feels you clench around him and he's sure he had half an orgasm. curses fly from his lips, hips jack-rabbiting into you like a fucking animal.
"gonna let me fill this pretty pussy up, huh, baby?" he speaks, and you can't help the way your brows furrow—the moans that splutter from your mouth. "yeah? fill you up like the filthy girl you are?"
"please, please, please," you beg—and he's never heard anything so fuckin' pretty in his life. sharp nails digging into his shoulders, scraping down to his biceps. jj's praying you're leaving marks—anything to savour this moment.
his hands drop your legs, letting them fall to his shoulders—damn near folding you in half as he leans down to kiss your lips. all teeth and tongue, as jj's hand reaches between your bodies to circle your clit.
you tighten around him, holding him like a vice as his cock hits your g-spot. eyes rolling to the back of your head, his name the only word on your tongue.
he knows you're close—can feel it, thumb moving quicker around your bundle of nerves as he feels his own end nearing.
as your back arches up from the mattress, nails drawing blood down his spine—moans louder than he'd ever heard in his life, he finally lets himself over the line.
"jay—oh my fuck—! jj!"
body collapsing onto yours as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. bodies slick—all sweat and spit, his come dripping from you as he keeps himself buried within your walls.
jj's breath is uneven, lips pressing wet open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder. he stays buried inside you as you both calm down, unable to bring himself to pull away from you. he stays there for minutes—before eventually falling to the side of you.
he looks fucked—hair slick to his skin, purple mark forming on his neck, scratch marks littered over his arms and back. you can't fight the smirk that forms at the sight, as you start to get dressed again.
"look hot like that," you tease, pulling your skirt back up your legs. "all ruined."
jj would normally have a comeback, some witty quip ready before you finished your sentence. but not now, never now.
"leavin' already?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbows as he watches you pull your t-shirt over your head—smoothing down your hair and reaching for the lipstick in your pocket. he'd never usually let himself sound so needy—but god if you don't make him that way.
"see you later, jay." you murmur, like you hadn't just become a mess at his touch—hadn't screamed his name like he owned you.
his head falls to the pillow with a groan, as the door closes behind you. jaw clenched, and already craving you again.
you head back down the stairs to rejoin the party, the hickey on your neck and bruises starting to form on your calves the only proof of your indulgence. that and the fact you can still feel him dripping from you, staining the black lace beneath your mini-skirt.
jj takes his time, shorts and tank back on his body—doing up his fly as he walks from the bedroom. fluffing up his hair as he walks down the stairs. his hickey matches your own, as he walks over to the boys. snatching a can of beer from the counter, cracking it open as he reaches them.
"i'm so fucked, boys." he mutters, before gulping down half the can. his bicep tensing as he lifts it to his mouth, angry red scratches barely subtle in his light.
"you look it," pope mutters, eyes bulging as he looks over the blonde. "looks like she fuckin' mauled you, maybank." john b adds, with a chuckle as he shakes his head.
"don't remind me," jj mutters, having to readjust his shorts at just the thought of it. "i'm so fuckin' fucked."
summary ; you moved on with your son into a new house in front of tanneyhill after a divorce and ward offered you the help of rafe to unpack your affairs. and maybe young boys were not that bad...at least, that cocky frat boy at your service....
warnings ; so age gap. smut. +18. young boy x older woman trope. mentions of mommy's whore and milkers. p in v. forbbiden attraction. facesitting. slight of 69. mentions of belly bulge. pervertion &depravation. dirty secret. messy porn with a little plot. twisted behavior and sick attitude. momma's boy. minors DNI. be careful with the warnings.
author's note ; i thought the idea of milf!reader and frat!rafe was hot. this is not an american pie au. but enjoy 🫡‼️
“are you the kid that ward sent to help me unpack my things ?”
you had only just moved into the house across the street from tanneyhill,and now you had a new life waiting for you, it was essential for you to get along well with your neighbors. when Ward had suggested that his son come help you, you hadn't said no,especially since yours was completely lazy and already locked himself in his room to play video games. the divorce wasn’t easy for him to deal with and you respected that.
you were tired from your long journey here, so when you saw Rafe coming, you smiled directly at him. you were especially happy to see a guy with big muscles at your service for a task that you could have easily done yourself. but seeing a helpful young guy doing it for him made it even better.
he had crossed the street with his cap on backwards and his smirk kissing his teeth with his hands in the pockets.
you weren't supposed to look at him but he was charming. you waved hello to him, with a glossy and warm smile. definitely not an innocent one. you were too old to play the shy girl. and you were not into playing that game anymore.
if this gesture was friendly to you, you had awakened all of Rafe's hormones. when Ward forced him to come help you, he expected to see a horrible, bitter cougar but fuck, you were terribly far from the image he had made in his mind. you were the opposite of this idea. you were perfect, the kind of milf with divine mommy milkers who were top favorites on his private browser, the kind of woman he clearly wanted to call mama. he felt so tight in his frat pants, and he terribly regret not choosing to put on boxers because he could feel his cock hanging down through his shorts, and slapping against his naked thigh.
because damn, the flapping wasn't the sound of the wind.
he stucked his tongue in his mouth and moved closer.
“yes, ma’am. "
usually, you hated that nickname. but his thick southern accent made this much warmer. you squeezed his hand. his was sweaty.
it was terribly hot here, a tropical heat to die for. you wore a bikini top that barely hid your large breasts from spilling out of the fabric, and under your skirt protruded the string and triangle of a thong.
rafe cameron is dying to be in a scandalous POV porn video with you. and Jesus, if your tits didn't move so much every time you took a step, he wouldn't have these kinds of impure thoughts. you were too hot and he was burning.
“I hope you don’t mind. " you replied with an almost false tone.
“ pleased to be at your service, ma'am." he replied with a smile. “you know, you can call me whenever you want.”
“ward is lucky to have a son like you.”
for some reason you didn't know, your remark had unsettled him slightly. his face darkened as he followed you into the house. seeing that the atmosphere had become a little tense, you added. “I mean, you’re a good boy, rafe.”
you lost him when you called him a good boy. god, he really needed to go to the bathroom because he was behind you, and the string of your thong kept showing and teasing him. he wondered if god was testing him. he was tortured by his own perversion.
“this is my room. you can put all the things here.”
“do you want me to clean everything too?” he asked.
“it depends. you're looking for a reward, boy ?”
you looked each other straight in the eyes. the tension was suddenly electric. there was challenge in your eyes and excitement in rafe’s blue and glistening gaze. you were on the same wavelength.
"What kind of reward?" he asked.
you leaned over his ear before whispering. “tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”
“save those words, ma’am.”
“okay, boy.”
“oh, and those panties too.”
“About that, did you purposely not put anything under your pants?”
"You shouldn't look at me like that. ” he mocked in a playful tone while collecting your things. “ I could be your son, ma’am. ”
"That's true, but you're Ward's. So I can do whatever I want with you. And it turns out I want to play with fire."
"Come back later. I have work. But if you want us to work on something else now, I'm not against it. ”
“Are you the type to start something and not finish it?” The dig was light but it had the merit of making Rafe laugh.
“I’m more of the type to start something and finish it between your thighs. Want a ride, ma’am ? ”
“See you soon. Those big arms need to work out a little. ”
You smiled before quitting the room, leaving him with immense sexual frustration.
Of course, he was attracted to girls his age, but you gave off something terribly hot and forbidden. You looked so much like his living fantasy. He urgently needed to jerk off.
And the fact that he was holding your box of panties didn't help matters. He had gently closed the door, only ajar before rummaging through it. He could afford it after you turned him on during this whole conversation. And the fact that you hadn't told him no, that you had shown interest, was worse. He needed it now.
He was sweating without even touching himself yet. He was completely desperate even though he hadn't even touched you. He was pathetic. His hand was shaking before he even grabbed his hard cock. He had chosen a thong from the box, picking it with his fingers before starting to masturbate while he sniffed the fabric of the other. his nose was buried into the sweet scent of your lingerie. he thought of nothing but the way your pussy fitting in the panty, literally outlined it with his lips.
It was obscene and outrageous but he was needy. He had the vision of your huge, milk-filled breasts, but also this vision of you and your full belly, this vision of the completely attractive mother that he desperately wanted to fuck.
Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he continued to jerk off, his clenching fist moving back and forth on his throbbing dick. he could feel the blood pumping through each of his veins, and the warmth of his balls. he was exploding. his hand was clumsy and trembling. his lips opened, and tongue hung out on weak moans, until pathetic crying flowing on his face.
he ended up wrapping your thong around his cock and speeding up the movement. the fabric slide so easily over his length, adjusting to his girth. he had spat on his dick, making it shine on the tip, before wetting it fully and fasted his movements. he was excited as a dog. you turned him into a mad freak.
his legs shivering as he continued to jerk himself up and down, each finger wrapped around his girth. he was on his knees, half-naked and perverted. he couldn't think, you were the only thing in his head. as he touched himself, his balls slapped heavily between his fat thighs.
all of his fingers worked around his cock, pressing against his blood-soaked flesh. the fabric went through his entire boner which became uncontainable. it was painful, the pain could be heard in his moans.
he even stuck one of your underwear in his mouth, and he actually bit into it to contain his noises while he fisted his entire cock.
as it had been more than half an hour and you no longer heard anything, you decided to leave the transat of your pool to go look up. the door to your room was ajar and you could hear muffled whispers and moaning complaints. you took off your heels to look through the door.
you wished you weren't horny, but you totally were. you were turned on by what you saw. you had a smile on your lips, and you opened the door.
you approached and when he saw you, his face changed. you crossed your arms over your chest, your breasts sticking out more. his eyes were bright, and his mouth was panting. you wanted to caress his cheek and call him babygirl but you held back. just because he was younger than you didn't mean he couldn't fuck you as well as your ex husband. you crouched in front of him, giving him a full view of your thong, but also the contours of your pussy through the fabric.
“I didn’t know you were such a pervert. I leave you alone with my things...and this is what you do with them..." you grabbed the used panties above his face.
he had ejaculated inside, his sperm had formed a wet white stain.
"what am I supposed to do with you? I could tell ward what his son is doing...Should I call your dad for being naughty, Rafe ? Or maybe, it's better to deal with me. " you played with him with some teasing.
you caught the fear in his eyes and chuckled. in reality, your threat was crueler than you thought. and you quickly understood that his father was a sensitive subject.
“apart from that, my things are put away so it’s true that I owe you something, kid.”
“Stop calling me kid.” he warned.
"Why? It's a kid's behavior to do things behind their parents' backs."
He smirked. You were obviously a mother to come up with this kind of thinking.
"Want to play the momma so bad? I can fix that. Let me breed that pussy and make you a little child to have a real reason to call him kid."
“You think you can breed me? When you were literally jerking off in my panties instead or facing me to admit how perverted you are?”
you took off his cap and collected the sperm on it.
“You think I’m too young to fuck you? ”
"No, I have no doubts about your sexual abilities. You seem in great shape."
Without taking off your panties, you began to rub yourself against the fabric of his cap. you could feel rafe's wet and still warm cum, plus the object sliding against your slit.
as you stroked yourself on his cap, you could hear him groan. It didn't take him long to regain his masturbation.
moans had started to come out of your mouth, while you humped the object knowing full well that he would put it back when he left your house with your scent still on it. you moved sensually, your hips bucking slowly so he could hear how wet you were. your body was submitted to his desires, your boobs had burst out of your bikini top.
as if in need of affection, he had wrapped his slobbering and desperate mouth around your breasts. he had sucked and licked your nipples and nibbling the piece of tender flesh between his teeth without hurting you. he had sank his mouth far enough to cause you sensations of pleasure and enjoyment. he continued, his tongue rolling from one of your tits giving slap to them with his muscle, while you held his head in your hands, caressing his neck with an affectionate gesture. he was such a good boy, your pretty boy.
he was playing with you. his mouth was toying with your tits. he loved pinching them, and let them bounce before putting his head on it. he was so horny, his dick tugging hard and painfully in his pants. he was sucking at your boobs, biting them to hear your whiny noises into his ears. his face was so cocky, so frat.
you continued to rub yourself, your pussy soaking all the fabric. sloppily kissing your huge tits, he trailed his kisses around your skin and neck. he dragged one of his hands around your throat, making you move your head slightly.
“sit on my face..."
It wasn't even an order but you complied. he clearly wanted you to fuck his mouth with your pussy. he had placed his hands on your thighs to steady you while you were on the bed. the next second his mouth was covered by your dripping slit and juices. his tongue was hot, and licked you so well that your legs compressed around his face. you could feel your clit twitching against his mouth. his hungry hands were tight against you, as he slurped the sweet taste of your cunt.
you were divine. his eager tongue was fucking you perfectly, as your weeped all your wetness into his lips. your arching clit was devoured and bullied by his horny mouth. his hands were on your waist and tummy flesh, caressing you softly as he was eating you all the way. you could feel his tongue sliding in and out, making you feel even more tight. his muscle brushing your slick, pushing deeper and deeper as the throb of your clit tickles his nose. you were in heaven. your body was tensed under his strong breath, hard spasms shivering your insides as the blow covering your juices.
your husband had never given you so much pleasure but here you were swimming in complete happiness. the way his hands gripped your body and his tongue licked you. you started driving on top of him, moving your hips as you held your breasts, and his mouth just followed the movement of your body. his tongue was fat, giving quick circles around your buds, while he held you.
you had also seen the big bulge in his pants. it was giant. all you wanted was to see his cock entirely. so you leaned over and undid his pants.
you already knew he wasn’t wearing boxers. you saw him earlier. even though you were impressed by the size, you were quick to put it in your mouth. it was like a toy. your lips were wrapped around his dick above your face. you had started to suck him. your glossy mouth was around his girth and moved up and down at the beginning slowly then faster. you kept him still with your mommy weight against his, your fat tits on top of his pelvis, and his thick cock inside your mouth. you sucked him deep in the throat.
you were thrusting in and out so fast and sloppy that you had quickly started to be a mess. your hair, your eyes, your nose, that whole mouth. you would release all your sexual frustration in this blowjob. you could feel his entire cock travel through your mouth to your throat and fill it. but you also had his tongue buried in your pussy but your moans were muffled by his dick. you were breathing hard but you were enjoying it so much.
you knew it was wrong and if ward found out you were fucking with his son, you were dead. but you couldn't resist a guy like rafe. and just because he wasn't your age didn't mean he couldn't fuck you.
you continued to pump him, then pulled his cock dripping with your own drool out of your mouth before slapping the glistening tip against your soaked cheeks. your noises were so obscene that Rafe gave you six little slaps against your pussy. you licked his tip without taking it back into your mouth. you had only teased him.
he pushed you to the side, and stood on top of you.
“you work hard.” you said, judging his big arms.
you had lurked about the size of his biceps which were quite impressive.
“ if I want to fuck pretty milfs like you, i need it. .”
“Speaking of this, what are you waiting for? Should i ask …”
“So eager to be fucked by a young boy ? got it. ”
he hadn’t waited a minute longer and he was already inside you. he could have start gently but you were so wet that it slipped so easily. you weren’t really as tight as the girls he was used to meeting but damn, he felt so good inside you.
he quickly picked up the pace, pounding into your pussy while holding your thighs. when your screams got louder, he covered your mouth with a smirk. “did you forget about the kid next door? want him to wake up because his mommy is a whore? ”
even though it was degrading, you were completely turned on by those words. mommy's whore? you could feel the fire in your pussy ignite as he fucked you roughly against your own mattress.
“r-rafe…” it was so pathetic to be bullied by a guy younger than you.
but he was incredibly good. he was buried in your walls, you could feel every inches of his cock in your canal pumping in and out. both of your bodies slammed against each other. and your pussy squeezed him like a vice which made him even more excited.
“ take it. i thought it was not a big deal for you ? can have a fucking baby inside your belly for 9months but can't take that fucking dick of mine inside you for few minutes ? stop acting, babe, because you're only making it worse for you. ”
the way your breasts moved as you took him, how your body bounced on the mattress, how your moans caressed his hand. you were perfect. and a fucking milf..he couldn't wait to brag about this to his frat friends.
your pussy was dripping at the entrance and soaking him completely. you were unable to think of anything. the way he fucked you made it hard for you to think, and the smacking sounds of your cunt against his dick werent helpful at all. aside from saying his name through his hand, your voice muffled, you weren't good for anything.
"look at that pussy and belly, taking my cock so well. i bet you wanted a second baby so bad."
his words were outrageous but the more dirty and unhealthy it was, the craziest slut it made you.
degradation was your thing so you had no desire to stop him in his way. he thrust in and out, driving all his large cock into your soaked walls, fucking you all the way to your tummy without mercy. his big cock hitting your insides repeatedly as he admired himself through his thrusts. “ do you like your belly with my cock inside it ? ”
he had crushed part of your face through the mattress before leaning over you as he continued to work you, his tip touching your spot. your legs were trembling, your eyes were watery and your mouth was panting. you were so fucking dirty.
“crying? throbbing? begging? that kid is fucking you too good, ma'am. “he mocked you nasty. “ and that sweet pussy fits my cock very well. can you feel that ? ”
“ r-rafe…! ”
“ sorry, i can't hear ya well, those mommy milkers are bouncing too loud. but it doesn't matter, i'm not in the mood to listen to you, you're just gonna take it until i’m tired. ”
when he started to speed up because he knew he was going to cum, you didn't know how many minutes he had been inside you and fucking you hard like a ragdoll. but it's been a long, long time. you had already reached orgasm three times. and it was like he was playing with you. he wanted to see you tired and on the verge of explosion. rafe wanted to see you completely worn out. he wanted to feel like he used you extremely well.
“the roles have changed. I'm the one giving the rewards now. " and he came, thicks white loads filling your sweet cunt as he spoke, letting a warm pressure inside your belly.
“ what if i'm pregnant ? ”
“ nobody will be surprised that you've got another baby. they would be more suprised about the daddy.”
“ rafe. i'm serious. imagine if ward knows…”
“ this is not his business. i can take care of my shit. “
you gave him a worried look. he had gathered his things and gotten dressed while you were still in bed.
he kissed you on the forehead. “you have my number..."
“i have more than your number now, rafe.” you joked gently.
in the evening, you connected to your Instagram. you wanted to stalk Rafe on social media. And he had posted something on Threads. Okay, you knew he wasn't the kind of disciplined and courteous guy but you expected better from him. The fact that he was telling everyone that he fucked you and calling you milf like you were a score on his scoreboard was really not cool.
The next day you got ready and went to knock at Tannyhill. Ward opened you with a huge smile. “Hello sweet, how are you?”
"Everything's great. Your son is very adorable."
Ward had brought you into the house, and you had seen the whole family at the table. “Oh am I disturbing?” you pretended to be concerned.
“No, of course not.”
"Actually, it'll be quick. I heard your daughter Wheezie was looking for a tutor. And I wanted to offer myself. It'll be my way to thank your son."
While saying that, your gaze was fixed on Rafe who also didn't take his eyes off you.
It didn't take long for Ward to introduce you to the family.
After the meal, Rafe had taken you upstairs to his room before pinning you against the wall.
“What’s your problem?!”
"No, what's your problem?! Tutoring Wheezie? Don't make me believe you have any degree? Girls like you don't seem to bother studying."
"Wow...you can be really mean when you want. I saw the offer online, and I volunteered, that's all. No need for a fuss. I need to work, rafe. It's called life. ”
"Don't make me think you don't have intentions behind it. Suddenly you want to help Wheezie?"
He had laughed, his tongue poking inside his cheek. “Well, okay.”
" What ? "
"I needed some new faces for my frat house. Your son will do it. Don't you mind that he joined my party? It will have plenty of choices, there is a lot of girls there. Hotter than his fucking brat mom. "
“I beg your pardon?”
“What? It’s the frat concept, we’re brothers. And i'm gonna help my new bro. ”
"You really want to play that? You know, tutoring is easy. But you know what's even easier for me Rafe? It's being a mother. Being a mother to Wheezie is..."
“You’re really crazy, don’t you?”
“I think I just found someone who matched my freak then.”
“I dare you to approach Wheezie.”
“See you soon, Rafe. Oh and I forgot to say. ”
“ What ? ”
“ Did your father always be friendly with ‘neighbors' or your stepmom is so boring that he wouldn't mind having an affair ? I'm joking. Call me when you have time. Oh and you should invite me to those frat parties.”
“ Why i will do that ? ”
“ Stop bragging about it, your bros want some shows, Rafe. And i'm willing to give them. Just for you. ”
