summary: rafe got a buzzcut and calls you to show you
warnings: none
a/n: this is a very short one guys, i’m sorry 😔
-> dividers credits: @bhavihelps & @anitalenia !!
part 2!! :)
rafe went with topper and kelce to topper’s right after he got his new haircut. he was very much pleased with his new look, but he was lowkey nervous about your reaction. but just a little bit.. he knew he looked good.
"have you told her?" topper said while he was busy playing a video game. kelce was sprawled on the couch while he stared at rafe and waited for his answer. rafe simply shook his head before he took his phone out of the pocket of his shorts.
"it’s a surprise." rafe smirked and unlocked his phone. "you’re so screwed." kelce chuckled out before he sat up so he could take a sip of his beer. rafe rolled his eyes and kelce smirked. "you know how girls are." topper agreed. "sarah cried when i cut my hair."
kelce pointed at topper. "see?" rafe groaned. "that’s ‘cause topper’s dating a bitch." topper shook his head. "hey, don’t call your sister bitch man." rafe chuckled and smirked when he finally got to find your number and started calling you.
"you’re about to be single or.. you’re about to have the best sex of your life." kelce mumbled quietly and rafe shook his head at his comment with a small smile spreading on his lips. "you’re stupid."
then you finally answered. "hii!" rafe’s smile got wider thanks to hearing your voice. "hey baby."
meanwhile you, on the other side, were just laying in your bed, watching a movie. "what’s up? are you still at topper’s?" rafe cleared his throat. "yeah. i uh.. i have to show you something."
you raised your eyebrows at that. "show me what?" he rubbed his freshly buzzed hair and smirked wider at her reaction. "i’ll facetime you, okay?" you smiled in confusion on the other side. "sure."
rafe quickly did what he said but purposely turned his camera off. he smiled when he saw your face. "i can’t see you." you said with a small chuckle. he wasn’t chronically online as you so you thought he was just dumb and accidentally turned his camera off.
"oops.. my bad." he teased and turned his camera on. your eyes widened but you stayed silent.. he was like 10 times hotter than before.. HOW was that even possible. your lips parted a bit as you kept staring for like a minute.. in silence. he chuckled with a smirk. "do you like it?" he turned his head to the side so you could see it better. you snapped back to reality. “mhm?"
"do you like it?" he repeated. you nodded with this shy but also teasing smile. "like it? i love it." he smirked and looked at kelce & topper, giving them a knowing look. he knew you’ll love it.
he couldn’t help but smirk wider as you admired him, not even saying anything. "cat’s got your tongue, baby?" he teased and you couldn’t help but smile back. "what? i can’t stare at my boyfriend?"
"oh of course you can." he got up and just walked away from his two friends so you two could get more.. talkative.
"no but seriously, it suits you so well." you genuinely meant every word. he literally can pull off anything. he smirked softly at you. "thanks, baby." your eyes landed on his face again.
"how much longer are you staying at topper’s?" you shifted on your bed slightly, you could feel you got wet already just from looking at him. jesus, you felt pathetic but damn.. he looked insanely hot.
he smirked before he licked his lips. "why?" you shrugged before you ran your fingers through your hair. "just.. i’m home alone tonight."
Ex!rafe finding out you’re going on a date with one of his golf buddies🤭
RAFE IN : ex-husband!rafe finding out you're going out with one of his golf buddies.
4:57 PM.
rafe loves golfing. its a break from everything, just him and the field, in the sun. usually he goes with topper and kelce. but surprisingly, they have a life. rafe does have a life, but said life has turned alot less eventful now with you both divorced. this made him have new golf buddies!
men who he can play with from time to time. "im talking to this single mom," one of the says, leaning on the golf cart as the men, including rafe, stand around to catch some shade. the man whistles, doing a squeezing gesture. "ass and tits. we're going out today." the other guys holler at him, like they're fucking teenagers about to fuck their first girl. rafe shakes his head, wiping sweat off his forehead.
the man pulls out his phone, showing off a picture of the mysterious woman. "damn, you hit the jackpot." one of the men said, smirking while staring at the picture. "go show rafe," the man with the phone turns the phone to rafe, showing him a picture of one of your pictures from your highlights from instagram. you're in a dress, one he bought you, posing both elegantly and seductively at the camera. rafe was not aware you posted that picture.
you must of hidden it from him.
so now he doesn't know if he's mad at one of his golf buddies going out with you or the fact that you hid him from your story. "really nice." rafe says with a tight smile, grabbing his phone before walking away. the group of men are too busy ogling at your pictures to care or notice he left.
5:30 PM.
he's banging at your door, his chest heaving erratically. he doesn't why he's that mad. he also doesn't know what he's doing in your front door. "rafe?" you say softly. almost innocently. you're putting an earring in your right ear as you open the door. you're all dolled up, and that enrages him even more. you're dolled up for another man.
"really? you're fucking dating?" he doesn't let you speak, barging into the house. he shuts the door closed behind him, even locking it. "what are you-" "you promised. we promised we would tell eachother before ever even thinking about dating." and he is right. you were the one that came up to that compromise. for the sake of ella's safety, or whatever. and totally not because you wanted to know who rafe was fucking around with.
"how- how do you know?" you mumble, looking down at the floor in embarrassment? shame? you dont know but you feel so bad. "you have a type, baby. you probably didnt know, but the guy you're fucking plays golf with me every sundays." rafe says in a condescending tone, backing you up against the wall.
"why didn't you tell me before?" you look up at him, hands pressing against his chest almost to appease him. it works, a bit. his voice softens, so does his eyes. "i would of told you." he mumbles, eyes falling to your cleavage. "i know im sorry. i just didn't want you to make a big deal out of it." you mumble, feeling tiny under his gaze. but in a good way? kinda.
his hands fall to your hips, bringing you closer. "that guy is an asshole, baby. you deserve better." he wants to bury his face into your neck, so bad. but he cant get too ahead of himself. more than he already is. you smile slightly, your cheeks heating up. you'll be lying if you said u didnt miss his attention, his affection. "i know a way in which you could spend time in. and you dont have to get all glammed up," his fingers bring your back zipper down slowly, eyes zeroing on yours.
and for a second the world stops. its just you and him again. like the way it used to be. so you do before you think and throw your arms around him, smashing your lips against his in a messy, passionate kiss. he picks you up swiftly, locking your legs around his waist, softly squeezing your plump ass and thighs before un-ceremoniously dropping you to the bed. "take it off baby, come on." rafe says gruffly, unbuckling his belt while watching you strip right infront of him.
he missed the view or your body, of your pretty eyes staring up at him so in such a needy way. frankly, you didnt know what you were doing. you told yourself that you wouldn't fall for the temptation of being with him again. but your body craves him so much. rafe smirks, noticing the way your legs tremble, revealing your dripping pussy.
as much as he wants to tease you, he also wants to claim you. to mae you not want to find pleasure in other men. so without wasting another second he's shoving his shorts and boxers off, getting ontop of you. he rubs the tip of his cock against your pussy folds, letting out a heavy huff. "rafe..." you whine, hands gripping his shoulders. "i know baby i know." he says, kissing your lips softly before propping his forearm over your head, resting his forehead against yours as he inserts his full length in you. his first thrusts are slow, making you moan out in pleasure.
but after a while he gets rough, snapping his hips against yours in such a force that the bed frame hits the wall in a loud bang. "rafe rafe!" you cry out, moaning loudly while clawing at his chest, his shirt now discarded on the floor.
6:27 PM
its the 2nd? 3rd round maybe? you dont know. but you're tired. your face is against the pillows, rafe still thrusting in you from behind while gripping your hips tightly. "fuck baby." he groans, rolling his head back while giving your ass a slap. he did get too ahead of himself. took advantage of your submission and fucked you for almost an hour. you come in no time, your pussy puffy and incredibly sensitive. he comes inside of you, not bother to ask anymore since he did come inside you the past rounds. he might have to buy you a pill.
or maybe he'll not remind you and make you have another kid of his. he shakes his head, pulling out of your hole, giving your back a tiny peck before laying down and bringing you into his arms. "that was so fucking good." he whispers, cupping your cheek. you look incredibly fucked up, your eyes beraly open yet you still lean against his touch.
you fall asleep in his arms in less than 5 minutes, drooling on his shoulder. he grabs your phone, unlocking it with your fingertip and opening you camera.
he posts it. in your account. its petty, territorial even. but he doesn't care. he has you, slow but surely he'll get you fully back. also that post makes sure that one guy back off of you. he cant wait for your reaction. rafe settles down your phone with a satisfied smile, burying his face in your hair before pressing a soft kiss against your ear. "i love you..."
– bluecollar!rafe who… is always up at 4 a.m. sharp, even on weekends. you drag yourself out of bed just to see him off, make sure he has everything he needs. your hair messy and eyes half-shut, and he groans every time. “baby, go back to bed,” he mumbles, pulling a hoodie over his head, “lookin’ too damn pretty to be up this early,” giving you a small kiss on your forehead.
– blue collar!rafe who… is always using your nail glue to seal up the bad cuts he gets at work. won’t go to urgent care, won’t let it “air out,” just grabs the pink bottle that he keeps in his truck. you surprise him one day—show up with his lunch, catch him mid-squeeze, glue sealing a split across his palm. he barely looks up, flexes his bleeding hand, and says, “ain’t that what it’s for?”
– bluecollar!rafe who… has hands that are always rough, calloused, and covered in fresh cuts—dirt under his nails, knuckles scabbed from who knows what. you wince every time you take them in, but he just shrugs, flexing his fingers like it’s no big deal. “just means i’m gettin’ work done,” he always tells you.
– bluecollar!rafe who… is quietly saving cash in the safe to buy land and build your dream home.
– bluecollar!rafe who… constantly brags about his “old lady” even though you are much younger than him and it makes you frown. “don't matter,” he says, mouth full of your homemade dinner. “you keep the house runnin’. I ain't got shit without you.”
– bluecollar!rafe who… never lets you take your car to the shop. check engine light? car making funny noises? he pulls codes with a handheld scanner he swears paid for itself. oil change? brake pads squealing? he’s already outside in the garage, sleeves rolled up, cigarette hanging out of his mouth, “why the hell would you pay some guy when you've got me, huh?” slamming the hood shut like it's personal.
– bluecollar!rafe who… always leaves nails, screws, folded receipts, and random bills in every pocket. when you fish out a crumpled $50, it goes straight into your pocket.
– bluecollar!rafe who… keeps a jar in the laundry room labeled “Rafe’s Hardware Fund”. and one day you're just so overstimulated you throw it out. he doesn’t say anything at first, just walks in, opens the empty shelf, and stares at it. “you seen my jar?” you don’t respond. his argument? “those were perfectly good roofing nails in there. You tryna sabotage me, sweetheart?”
– bluecollar!rafe who… doesn't give a damn about OSHA’s safety guidelines. you’ve given up lecturing him about safety gear—he just smirks, “baby, I’ve been doin’ this shit forever. OSHA ain’t gonna tell me how to work.”
thank you to @cherrywriterrr and @moondustbaby who inspired me to obsess over bluecollar!rafe. and thank you to the blue-collar loser i was engaged to for 2 years for inspiring most of these (i hope you have the day you deserve. which hopefully is terrible!)
Stiles Stilinski who would do anything for you being on top, riding him and him being able to stare at your tits bouncing up and down.
Stiles Stilinski who has some kinda size kink, not in a way that he brags or that he needs you to tell him how big he is but in a way that it drives him feral when he sees that bulge in your stomach when he’s inside of you. Seeing how deep he is and how good he makes you feel.
Stiles Stilinski who loves your tits. He loves to look at them when you’re wearing low cut shirts, he loves to play with them and he especially loves to bury his face right between them.
Stiles Stilinski who kinda has a thing for you taking control. He would never admit it or say it out loud but in the moments where you tell him how good he does or when you tell him what to do even in a non sexual way it does something to him.
Stiles Stilinski who got bricked up the first time the two of you hugged. It happened at one of his lacrosse games, he had finally scored for one and you ran onto the field, basically jumping on him. For some weird reason he suddenly had to run to the bathrooms right after.
Stiles Stilinski who was so nervous the first time the two of you had sex that he started talking about the most random stuff just you to tell him to shut up. But besides that he definitely didn’t disappoint.
kinktober ꒱ blackmail fantasy w/ rafe cameron &. afab!reader
⠀ X-RATED ⒅ ꜜ proceed with caution. ⍈ oral sex ⸝ cunnilingus ⸝ clit play. ᝢ grinding ⸝ dry humping. ᝢ breast play ⸝ nipple play. ᝢ unprotected p in v. ᝢ internal ejaculation ⸝ creampie. ᝢ rough handling ⸝ manhandling ⸝ slight choking. ᝢ forced orgasm ⸝ overstimulation. ᝢ power imbalance. ᝢ coercion ⸝ blackmail. ᝢ dubcon. ᝢ verbal degradation ⸝ humiliation. ᝢ gaslighting ⸝ manipulation ⸝ threats. ᝢ pregnancy scare ⸝ breeding. ᝢ academic misconduct ⸝ exam cheating. (ㅤ 5.9k words ㅤ)ㅤ
⠀ ABOUT? ꜜ You really thought that you can keep it a secret and no one will know about when you paid someone to take that exam and cheated your way into law school. But now you are already in law school, and Rafe Cameron has found about it. He knows everything, and he keeps using your secret to get what he wants. You cannot even say no because you might lose everything. And the worst part is, he looks like he is enjoying all of it.
⠀ NOTES ꜜ Hello to my last fic for this october, but definitely not going to abandon the rest of my kinktober fics I am not able to finish this month. (Js ignore the fact it will be November lol. It the thoughts what it counts, I guess). ANWWW kinda inspired w suits where mike ross taking exams for somebody for money, but reader is the client in this fic lol
The rivalry with Rafe had always been tense enough to cut through, and in every class, every debate, and every small assignment, the two of you clashed like it was some kind of sport. Professors started to notice it, while your classmates teased you about it, too. To you, he was sometimes rude and hard to deal with, but to him, you were stubborn and always wanted to be right. Still, even with that, you both understood each other in a quiet way, and it stayed like that because you always made each other react, and no one else ever made you feel or act like that.
So when he started watching you differently, it was impossible not to notice. He wasn’t glaring from across the lecture hall the way he usually did, and instead, his eyes stayed on you too long, like he was trying to figure something out. It made your stomach twist because there was nothing worse than Rafe Cameron suspecting you of something. That day, you were already tired from your classes, and you were putting your books in your bag when you suddenly heard his voice behind you. It sounded calm and normal, but it still made your body go tense right away.
“Funny thing I heard earlier.” You turned your head a bit, expecting that usual smug smirk, and of course, it was there. “Apparently, people pay others to sit the exam for them. Can you imagine?” You froze for just one second, but that second was enough for him to notice. He saw the pause before you turned back to your bag. “That’s ridiculous,” you muttered. “Why would anyone risk that?” He stepped closer and leaned a shoulder against the desk beside you like he had all the time in the world. “Pressure makes people do things,” he said.
“Like you study hard, but when the time is almost done and your hands start to shake, it feels easier just to give some money and let someone else do it.” You are holding the zipper of your bag so tightly while trying to make your breathing normal again, but it doesn’t work, and it just feels too much. “You don’t know what you are saying.” He laughs a bit and moves closer again until his mouth is right beside your ear, and you can really feel his breath there when he talks, which makes you stop for a moment without thinking. “I asked around, and it didn’t take much. That guy who does that kind of deal? He became talkative once I made it worthwhile for him. Guess whose name came up?”
Heat rushed up your neck, and your face burned from a mix of shame and anger, so you turned to him fast and hissed, “You had no right–” He didn’t even flinch as he leaned back with that same steady stare that made your stomach twist. “I had every right to look,” he cut in while his eyes stayed cold and sure. “Because I knew something was off with you. You act like you’re better than everyone in this room, but you’ve got your little secret hiding under the rug. And now it’s mine.” The words dropped heavy between you, and you hated how your chest tightened as he stood so close.
You hated more that the way he looked at you made your knees weak instead of steady. “If you say anything-” His mouth curved into a slow and annoying smile. “What? You’ll argue me into silence? You don’t exactly have the upper hand here.” After that first time, things started to change in ways you didn’t expect. Rafe didn’t say your secret out loud, but he made sure you never forgot that he had it. In class, when your old fire almost came back during a debate, one look from him was enough to make you shut your mouth.
Professors noticed the change, and classmates began whispering about it as well. “You two used to be at each other’s throats,” someone said one day after a lecture, and you could only shrug while Rafe leaned back with that smug face like he knew exactly why you were quiet now. He didn’t use the secret often, but when he did, it always hit the right moment. Some nights, he messaged you to summarize readings, so it saved him hours of work. Once, when all the deadlines stacked up, he gave you his paper with that same look in his eyes that said,’ Do it or I’ll start talking.‘
You hated writing words that weren’t yours, but you still did it anyway. At parties or group dinners, he always found a way to make you do something for him, whether it was getting drinks or sitting too close while his hand brushed your back, where no one could see. It was unbearable, but it also pulled you in until fighting him didn’t feel simple anymore. Tonight was another one of those nights, and his text had come while you were reviewing cases in bed. It said, ‘Come over, I need to destress.’ That was all it said, and there was no please’ or question mark in sight.
You should have ignored it, but you didn’t because ignoring him was never something you could really do, and now you’re here, sitting on his lap on the couch. Your hands hold his shirt so tight, and his mouth moves hard against yours. The kiss is not soft. It’s rough and kind of messy, and your teeth keep hitting his teeth again. You try to push him, but his hands don’t move from your waist, so you just end up close again. Then he leans back a little and laughs softly, his forehead still touching yours, as if he doesn't want to move yet. “You hate being here, right?”
“Of course I do. You think I’d ever choose this?” Your voice came out biting, though your lips were swollen and wet from him. “Doesn’t look like I’m forcing you,” he said as his thumb dragged slowly along the inside of your thigh where your skirt had ridden up. The movement made your chest tighten, but you still glared at him. “Funny how fast you show up when I tell you to.” You leaned back just enough to meet his eyes, and you tried to put steel into your voice. “You’ve been using that secret like a leash. You know damn well why I can’t ignore you.”
His smile widened into a smug and cutting expression while he leaned up and brushed his lips across your jaw before murmuring, “And yet, you still kiss me like you’ve been waiting for it.” Your hands curled tighter into his shirt, and you hated the warmth building in your stomach, but you hated even more how right he was. “Don’t flatter yourself,” you snapped, though the next kiss landed harder and more desperate. He chuckled against your mouth like he had just won another round.
“See, that’s what I like,” he muttered between kisses while his teeth caught your bottom lip before letting it go. “You can’t stand me, but you can’t stop either. It’s better this way. Enemies make it more fun.” The heat goes too fast inside you, and it mixes with what he said, so it hurts in your chest. You press your lips together, and you try not to make a sound when his hand starts going up on your thigh again. You kiss him again, but this time it’s harder because you just want to forget that he has the power right now. His hand goes from your thigh to your ass, and his fingers hold it tight through your skirt like he wants you to remember it later.
The way he holds you makes your body move forward without thinking, and your hips push down on the hard part under his sweats. Heat rushed through your stomach at the contact, and anger came just as fast. You broke from the kiss as you panted against his mouth and hissed, “You keep pushing me like this, and I swear I’ll sue you for harassment.” Rafe only grinned wider while his grip tightened and he dragged you against him again. His cock was already thick beneath you, and the ridge of it pressed right where you couldn’t ignore it.
“Go ahead,” he murmured with eyes half-lidded as he studied your face. “File it. But the second I open my mouth, your little law school dream’s gone. So maybe think about who’d really win that case.” Grinding down on him made your chest tighten with shame and want at the same time, while the friction grew impossible to ignore. You tried to sound steady, but your voice still shook when you snapped, “Blackmail doesn’t hold up in court. I could turn this on you.” He let out a short laugh, and his breath brushed your cheek as his hand dragged up your back to pull you closer.
“Then try it. See how fast they believe me over you when I’ve got proof.” Your nails dug into his shoulders while frustration spilled over, and your chest rose heavy with every breath. “You don’t have proof. It’s hearsay. You’d never survive cross-examination.” The words came hard and cutting like you were standing in moot court, yet your body betrayed you when your hips rolled again and caught the hard line of his cock. A sound slipped past your lips before you could stop it, and it came out rough and muffled into his mouth when he kissed you again.
He broke away just enough to smirk as his thumb brushed across your bottom lip, which was puffy from his teeth. “Doesn’t feel like you’re building much of a defense right now,” he said, his voice low and steady and way too calm. His other hand pressed harder against your ass while he pushed you down until your clit rubbed against him through the thin layers of fabric. “Nnnh- fuck- stop acting like you’re winning,” you gasped. You tried to twist away, but you couldn’t stop the grind of your hips as the pressure sent small sparks running through your stomach.
You tried again with your teeth clenched and said, “I could argue duress. I could argue that every time you’ve used this against me, it nullifies consent. You’d lose everything if I opened my mouth.” Rafe laughed quietly into your throat while his lips dragged down over your skin and left a hot line along your jaw. “You really think anyone’s gonna look at you and not see how much you want this? You think they’d buy your little loopholes when I could tell them exactly how you sound when you’re on my lap?”
Your breath caught hard as his teeth scraped just under your ear, and you pushed at his chest, but your hips betrayed you again when they rocked forward against the solid weight of him. “Sh-shit- Rafe- fuck, ngh- don’t twist this. That’s not consent, that’s coercion, and you know it.” He let out a rough sound as your weight moved just right against him and his cock pulsed hard under you. “Keep talking like that,” he muttered with his lips brushing the corner of your mouth, “argue every point while you grind on me. I fucking love watching you try to win when you’re already losing.”
Your head moves back, and your mouth opens, and a small sound comes out, like you are mad, but also like something hot starts burning inside your stomach. You want to push him and say 'stop,' but your body doesn't listen and stays close to him, even as you continue to move, despite your mind's repeated pleas to stop. “You’re- hah- so full of shit,” you gasped while your nails scraped over his shoulders as you tried to hold your ground. “This isn’t losing. I can still turn this on you.”
His smile widened against your throat and his hand slid higher until his thumb teased under the hem of your skirt while his voice dropped rough and quiet. “Then go on,” he murmured while his cock pressed thick and unyielding under you as he ground up into your cunt. “Convince me. Convince yourself. Because right now you’re proving my case for me.” His fingers toyed with the hem of your top and slipped under the fabric like it already belonged to him, while the heat of his palm spread across your stomach and made it harder to think straight.
You forced the words out anyway and tried to sound firm. “You realize I could take this straight to the board. Sexual coercion. Harassment. Extortion. You wouldn’t just get expelled. You’d never pass the bar.” Rafe laughs a bit under his breath while he lifts your top up and takes it off fast. His eyes look down to see how you move on him while you try to make your voice stay normal. “Keep listing charges. It’s hot hearing you try to take me apart like you’re in court.”
You stop breathing for a bit when he opens your bra and throws it somewhere. The air feels cold on your skin, and his hand holds your boob. You talk back to him with a strong voice while your hips move more against what’s under you. “I could have you investigated for academic misconduct. Intimidation. Even obstruction if I frame it right. You think the dean would risk letting you stay here with that on your record?” He smiles a little and squeezes your tit while his thumb keeps touching your nipple until your head goes down and you let out a small sound you try to stop.
“I think the dean would love to hear how you cheated your way in. So go ahead and drag us both down. I’ll still enjoy the ride.” A frustrated whimper slipped out when you ground harder against him as the friction turned unbearable. “Nnngh- fuck- you can’t keep this up forever. You’re reckless. One slip and you’re done.” You tried to steady your breath, but it came out shaky as your body pressed closer without meaning to. Maybe,” he said with his voice low and his eyes locked on yours while his cock pulsed under you. “But right now, the only one slipping is you. Look at yourself. Grinding on me like you forgot what side you’re on.”
Your nails scraped over his chest as you tried to regain footing, and your words spilled out like weapons even though your cunt throbbed against him. “I could argue undue influence. I could prove a pattern. Every reading. Every paper. Everything you made me do. All of it is admissible as evidence. You wouldn’t just lose law school. You’d lose any shot at practice.” Rafe smiles wider, and it looks kind of mean while he moves closer and puts his mouth on your nipple. You breathe in fast and grab his shoulders while his tongue moves slowly around it, and his cock presses more on your slit through the thin fabric.
He pulled back just enough to say, “Say whatever you want, but every grind and every sound you make is testimony against you. You’d crumble on the stand.” Your chest heaved as fury tangled with heat, and your body betrayed you again while you pushed down on him with a muffled cry. “Nnnh- hahh- shut up- fuck-” you muttered, but your thighs only tightened around his waist. His eyes gleamed while he watched you fall apart, and your bare skin was warm while your lips stayed swollen as you rocked on his lap like you’d been made to fit there.
“Keep trying to sue me while you ride me,” he murmured, and his hand gripped your ass as he pulled you down harder. “I’ll win every time.” He stood so suddenly that you gasped, and his arms hooked under you before you could protest. Your legs locked tighter around his waist while he carried you down the short hall, and that smug grin never once left his face. You pushed weakly at his chest, but it didn’t matter, and in a few strides, he had you on his bed. Your back sank into the mattress as his weight disappeared only long enough for him to yank your skirt higher.
His fingers grab your panties and pull them down your thighs in one hard move. You try to talk when the cold air touches your bare cunt and the hot feeling goes fast to your face. “I could sue you for sexual assault, Rafe. And for retaliation. You’ve used my secret to get favors from me. Academic misconduct and coercion. That’s enough for a whole tribunal.” He just smirked while dragging your skirt up until it bunched around your hips, and his hands gripped your thighs before spreading them wide and hooking your knees over his shoulders.
“Mm,” he murmured as his mouth lowered until his lips brushed your slit. “Keep going. Makes this more entertaining.” The first hot lick of his tongue dragged up your folds and stole the breath from your chest while your hands shot down to shove at his head, but he ignored you. He sucked your clit slow enough to draw a choked sound from your throat. “Nnngh- hahh- listen to me-” you gasped as your nails dug into his hair. “I could take this to the bar association. Professional ethics. Conduc- Mmmfhh- fuck- you’d never be licensed.”
He groaned against you, and the sound made your thighs twitch while he licked deeper into your pussy. The bastard even made a noise like you were background noise while he enjoyed the taste, and your words tumbled out in broken gasps. “Nhhn- hahh- I could sue for intentional infliction of emotional distress. Mmffh- harassment. Oh god- punitive damages.” His tongue circled your clit again, and it was rougher this time as his eyes lifted to meet yours. That grin stayed plastered across his wet mouth. “Emotional distress, huh? You sound pretty fucking happy right now.”
You shoved at his forehead, but your hips still bucked up against his tongue while he pressed his mouth firmly against your cunt. “Nnnnhh- hahh- shut- sh-shit- fuck- you don’t even understand-” your voice cracked while your body twisted on the sheets. “Negligence, too, you reckless fuck. Gross negligence. I can argue it. Fuckk- mmnnghh.” He made a noise again while dragging his tongue in slow, steady strokes, and your whole body jerked as the sound moved against your clit until your thighs trembled around his head. Then he pulled back just long enough to smirk with his chin shining with your wetness.
“Keep citing your little statutes, counselor. I’ll just keep proving Exhibit A right here.” Your chest rose and fell in uneven pulls while you clutched at the sheets, and your words broke apart every time his tongue pressed into your slit again. “Nnnhh- hahh- University misconduct. I could file a university misconduct complaint. Mmffhhnn- fuck. Administrative hearing. Mmffhh- hahh- academic retaliation. You’re done. You’re fucking done.” Rafe let out a rough sound while grinding his face deeper against your pussy as his tongue worked in circles, and you squirmed helplessly on the bed.
By then, he wasn’t answering anymore, and he just kept making noises each time you managed to push another legal argument out between moans, like every word you used against him only spurred him to eat you harder. Soon his tongue pressed deeper and his lips sealed around your pussy hole while his hand slid up to rub quick circles over your clit so the mix made your thighs jolt on his shoulders and your body twitch under him as wet sounds filled the room. Still, he didn’t look like he cared about a single word spilling from your mouth since he was too focused on tonguefucking you and letting out sounds against your slit every time you tried to argue.
Your voice shook, but you still forced it out, clinging to any shred of control. “I could sue you for defamation if you ever spread this. Libel if it’s written, slander if it’s spoken. You’d be dragged through court- nnhh, hahh- mmfffh-” The words fell apart as his tongue pushed deeper and his fingers rolled your clit faster. Rafe murmured so the noise made your walls flutter around his tongue, and then he pulled back only long enough to smirk at the sight of you panting. “Keep talking, counselor. You’re giving me more reasons to stay down here.”
You grabbed at his hair and pulled weakly while trying to force his head away, but his grip on your thighs pinned you in place. “Nnnhh- hahh- fuck- consumer fraud- mmphh- you misrepresented your intent and you tricked me, that’s- ahhnnnn- that’s a claim-” Your words stuttered into broken moans when his lips latched around your hole again and he sucked hard while his tongue shoved inside. He let out a deep sound like he was enjoying every drop while rutting his face against your cunt and teasing your clit mercilessly with his fingers, so you tried to keep going and pushed the case you were building in your head.
“Nnghh- harassment- unlawful coercion- hhaaahh- I could file criminal charges for blackmail and extortion, so that’s five years in prison- mmffhnn- ohh ffffuck-” Even then, he just kept making noises against you. At the same time, his eyes stayed half-lidded as he watched your face twist with every roll of his tongue. After a second, he pulled back, and his lips were shining as he muttered, “Five years doesn’t sound bad if this is what I get out of it.” Then he pushed back in and fucked you with his tongue like he needed to prove how little he cared about your threats.
Your hips lifted helplessly from the mattress while you chased every flick of his tongue and your voice cracked through gasps. “hhahh- unjust enrichment- you’re benefitting illegally from information you forced out of me- nnnghhnn- hahhnnn- I could get restitution- fuck- Rafe- mmfhh-” He groaned harder against your slit and the sound was rough and satisfied because your broken words only fed him more. His tongue drove harder inside you while his fingers pressed firm against your clit until your thighs shook around his shoulders.
He didn’t stop to respond, and he didn’t give you room to breathe since he stayed latched onto your cunt like the taste of you was the only argument worth hearing. Then his mouth left you suddenly, and his tongue slipped free before your body could topple over the edge, so the sudden emptiness made your hips twitch against his face, but he was already sitting back while wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You were breathless and heated while he tore his shirt off like it was in his way, and then shoved his pants down in seconds, so the sight of him undressing that fast while you were still spread open on his bed left your chest tight.
“Get up here,” he muttered with his voice rough from impatience while leaning back on the pillows. You barely had time to catch your breath before his hand closed around your wrist and tugged until you were straddling him. Your skirt was bunched high on your hips and your panties were already discarded so you were bare over his body while he stared up at you. Rafe’s hands slid down to grip your thighs as he dragged you closer until your pussy pressed over the hard line of his cock. He didn’t even push inside yet, but he ground you down onto him and hissed when the slickness from your cunt smeared across his length.
His eyes trailed up your body and stopped on the way your chest rose and fell before locking on your face. “You look better like this. Skirt on, nothing else. You don’t even know how fucking distracting you are in class.” The hot feeling runs inside you, and your stomach feels tight from it while his cock rubs against your slit. A soft sound slipped out when your clit caught on his skin, and you tried to bite it back, but his hand pressed against your lower back, so he forced you to keep moving.
“Rafe-” you gasped as you tried to find words, but your voice cracked when he moved his hips beneath you. “Yeah,” he grunted while grinding up harder so the head of his cock nudged against your folds, “that’s it. Ride me. You think I argue with you for fun. I make you mad on purpose because I like seeing your face like that. It makes me hard every time.” His smirk looks mean while he pulls your hips close and moves your clit on his cock until you start to shake. Your nails press against his chest as you try to stay still, and you hold on to him because your body moves on its own.
“Nnghh- hahh- fuck- Rafe-” The words broke into half-sounds as your thighs trembled and you ground down again until the slide of your pussy over him made slick noises that filled the room. He kept you steady while guiding your hips, even when you faltered. “Knew you’d feel like this. Wet the second I got my mouth on you. You were still trying to lecture me about lawsuits, but your cunt was begging for it.” His voice dipped lower and turned heavy with something close to satisfaction as his hand came up to squeeze your jaw and force you to look down at him. “Not so mouthy now, huh?”
Your breath hitched, and your chest strained while the pressure built again as your cunt dragged over his cock with every grind. The mix of his grip and his words burned through your body so all you could manage was a broken, “Hhhahhh- nnnmmhh-” while your head tilted back. Rafe smirked under you and rocked up with another rough thrust of his hips until your clit caught on him perfectly. “That’s what I thought.” His thumb traced your jaw, then slid down to press against your lips like he was daring you to throw out another argument while your body shook on top of him.
His hands moved to your waist and lifted you just enough until the blunt head of his cock pressed against your soaked entrance. The pressure alone made your thighs tense, but he didn’t wait long before dragging you down in one quick motion. The pull made your jaw drop, and a strained sound spilled out as he sank all the way inside until his balls pressed against your ass when he bottomed out. Heat spread deep in your belly, and your walls clutched around him as you steadied your hands on his chest.
Rafe didn’t give you time to adjust, and his smirk turned lazy like watching you struggle to take him, only feeding his ego more. He tilted his head, and his voice dropped deeper while his thumb drew slow circles over your hip. “You’re tight as fuck. Look at you choking on me already.” Your nails dug into his skin as the words slipped out before you could stop them. “Thought you had someone else for this. That premed girl.” The reminder hit hard and almost bitterly, though your cunt was still squeezing around him without control.
He grunted when your pussy fluttered and thrust up just to hear the sound you made. “Her?” His tone was dismissive, like she was an afterthought, and he pushed deeper until you were gasping before saying, “I’m just fucking her. She doesn’t matter.” Your thighs shook as you tried to move against him, but the weight of what he said clashed with how your body wanted more. “You’re an asshole, Rafe,” you breathed out, though the words broke off when his cock dragged against your spot. He laughed under his breath while watching every twitch of your face.
“Yeah, I am. And you still came crawling on top of me, didn’t you?” His hand slid up to the back of your neck and forced you to meet his eyes as he thrust upward again. “She doesn’t get this. You do.” The sting of jealousy twisted through your chest, but the way he held you down made your cunt clench tighter. You tried to say something back or maybe call him out again, yet all that came out was a broken, “Nnnhh, fuck-” when he bucked his hips hard enough to make you bounce on his cock.
Rafe grinned at the sound, and his chest rose heavy beneath you. “That’s what I thought. You can talk all you want about suing me or expelling me or whatever the fuck. But you're still dripping all over me when I’m inside you.” His thumb goes down more and touches your clit slowly, like he really meant to do it, and it makes your legs shake slightly. You look at him with an angry face, but your body still goes close to his hand, and your breath starts shaking, and you can’t stop it. “Don’t flatter yourself. Nghh- anyone could make me cum.” The smug tilt of his lips turned meaner as he drove up into you harder until your cunt clamped down with every thrust.
“Then why aren’t you on their dick right now? Why’s it me you can’t stay away from?” Your body jerked with every thrust, and the words got stuck somewhere between your throat and the pulse between your legs. “Mmf- shut up-” He only laughed and pushed you down until your clit rubbed against his pubic bone. “Nah, not shutting up. Not when you’re this deep on me. Not when you’re losing it just ‘cause I said her name.” His hands hold your waist so tight while he pulls you down on his cock, and his hips move up again and again to meet you.
Every time he pushes inside you, it takes your breath away, and it goes so deep your pussy closes on him even when you try to stop it, but your body just does it on its own. He watched the way your mouth fell open with eyes taunting and smug like he was daring you to pretend you didn’t feel good when he could feel how wet you were on him. “You’re such an asshole,” you managed between shallow breaths while your nails dragged across his chest as he lifted you only to slam you back down. Your words came out jagged and cut through with a gasp.
“I don’t even get why girls trip over you. You’re not even- ahh- fuck- you’re not even worth it.” His laugh came rough and deep, and his cock twitched inside you like the insult only pushed him further. “Not worth it? You’re saying that while squeezing the fuck out of me.” He thrust up hard enough that you choked on your next sound and your thighs trembled while you clung to him. His eyes flashed darker and hotter, and his voice came out hard and biting. “You talk like you hate me, but your pussy doesn’t lie.”
Heat burns across your cheeks as shame fights with how deeply he’s splitting you open. “You compete with me for everything, you blackmail me, and now this- fuck, Rafe-” You try to hold the moan in, but it still slips out while your forehead presses to his shoulder, and he forces another hard move up. “You like it.” His hand slides across your lower back and pushes you down until you’re filled all the way. He groans when your walls flutter around him, and the sound comes out rough in your ear. “Don’t act confused. You’d never let me touch you if you didn’t want it. And now?”
His hips jerk up again, strong enough to make your cunt gush around him. “Now you can’t stop.” Your chest rises fast while you try to speak, but your voice breaks when his cock brushes that spot deep inside. “hh- hahh, I- nghh, fuck, I hate you-” Rafe only grins, and his teeth catch along your jaw as he thrusts up hard enough to bounce you on him. “Keep hating me then. I’ll take every bit of it while you’re dripping all over me.” His grip tightens as he pulls you down in time with every move until each drop makes your pussy clap against him. “Tell me more. Call me every name you want. Just don’t stop riding my cock.”
His pace turns rougher and heavier, and his hands drag you down harder until the wet slap of your bodies fills the room. Every move makes your walls squeeze tighter around him, and the pressure builds until your voice comes out in broken pieces. You still whisper bad words while you move on him, and his cock starts to shake inside you, then that warm feeling goes deep before you can even take a breath. Your body freezes for a bit, and your pussy holds him so tight like it wants to get everything from him.
The shock hits fast, and your own release snaps through your body before you can stop it as a broken cry forces its way out while your pussy pulses tight around him even as your head spins with anger. Your voice cracks, and your chest keeps moving fast while you try to push his shoulders, but your hands are weak. His cum is still going inside you, and you feel it go deeper every time his cock moves a bit. Panic starts to come and mix with the feeling that still stays from your orgasm. “You didn’t even pull out. Are you fucking stupid? What if I’m not on anything? Do you just want me to get pregnant and never finish law school?”
His laugh comes rough and mean, while his head tips back before he looks at you again. The grin he gives is teasing and careless, as if your panic is just something else for him to mess with. “Relax. You’re acting like I planned your whole future with one load.” His hand slides up your back and keeps you pressed down on his cock even while you squirm. “Feels good though, doesn’t it? You're still holding me like you don’t want me to let you go.” Your nails go deep into his skin, and the anger starts burning more than the shaking in your body. “You're such an asshole,” You say it, and your hips move by themselves when he pushes up again. It’s shallow, but still enough to push his cum deeper. “You don’t get it. If I had to drop out because of you- fuck, Rafe- I would never forgive you.”
He only smirks wider while his voice drops deeper and slower as his thumb trails down your spine. “You’d still spread for me. Don’t lie. Even if you hated me for ruining your perfect little plan, you’d still let me bend you over the next time I wanted.” His cock moves inside you like he means to prove it, and another short sound catches in your throat as frustration mixes with something you don’t want to name. “Stop,” you gasp and try to move off him, but his hands tighten again, and he drags you back down with a hard slap. His laugh cuts through your curse, and it’s mocking and dark when he says, “See? You can’t go anywhere. Not when you’re this full of me.”
warning/contents : sub!jonathan x afab!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie
wc - 435
A/N - omg first post and first smut?? 😓 please feel free to give me any advice and feedback! people need to write more Jonathan smut
Jonathan’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly guiding the tip into your dripping entrance. His face contorts into a display of pleasure as he slides inside of you- furrowed brows, eyes screwed shut, and his mouth slightly open as he lets out a whimper.
“Holy - fuck!” he moans as your pussy invites him in further. the scarlet walls show no mercy as he settles inside you. his knuckles flash a colorless pigment while grasping onto the sheets - ecstasy submerging through his whole body especially through his dick.
Your warm velvet walls fit snug around him. His mind went foggy and overwhelmed with euphoria - brain murky with the feeling of your profound pussy.
his arms weaken from the fierce blissfulness provided by your sex. Abruptly, Jonathan slightly collapses on top of you - catching himself before the sheer weight of him smothers you.
he dips his head into your neck - his breath hot and hips rolling as he slowly starts to thrust deeply into you. loud whines along with numerous curses escape his mouth. “f-fuck baby you feel so good. squeezing me so nice,”
“shit jonathan! keep going” you moan , the astonishing sound almost making him cum right there. Jonathan’s breath hitched before he bites down on his bottom lip ferociously.
your nails dig into his back leaving crescent shaped indents. jonathan grunts and cruses under his breath - trying his best not to blow his load inside of you just yet.
you can tell he’s close, evident by the way his thrusts are getting sloppier and his breath gets heavier. “g-gonna cum , please lemme cum inside of you!”
“yes! m’so close” his hips leave inconsistent plunges - digging deeper inside of you. Jonathans breath sharp against your throat, one strong arm braced beside your head. his other hand is trembling where it clutches at the sheets - fingers digging into the soft fabric - struggling to hold himself together.
the familiar sensation coils in your deep-rooted stomach. each lunge bringing you both to the highs the two of you have been chasing.
Jonathan’s thrusts instantly get faster; following his pursue to empty himself inside of you. His breath; shallow. Heart; racing . One final ram sends him over the edge.
Whimpers and broken moans fall from his mouth as he throws his head back. “cum– 'm cum— cumming—!!”. His cock twitched as hot ropes of his seed coats the inside of your velvet walls.
Shortly after, your own orgasm hits hard. Legs shaking, eyes rolling back, chocked sobs leaving your mouth as you rode out your orgasm.
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۟ ︎ ִ ♡🧁 ︎ ֺ no-nut november with bf!rafey ۪ ︎ ︎ ﹚
꒰ ✉️ ꒱ adult content smut cnc slight rough sex teasing begging use of ‘no’ aggressive language mirror sex unprotected sex use of safeword color (?), + more. read at your own risk! one two MDNI
you’ve been teasing him relentlessly, walking around the house all month. every single day a new outfit, softer, tighter, thinner, something that clings to your hips like it was painted on. and you’re silent about it too — not a single word. you just pass by him, hum under your breath, pretend to look for something in a cabinet while your ass sticks out way too conveniently.
now, it’s the last week and rafe is losing his damn mind. he’s a coiled wire, snapping over nothing, breathing too hard every time he sees you. you’ll be in the kitchen and he’s suddenly there, hand braced on the counter beside your hip like he’s trying to cage himself more than he’s trying to cage you. and he keeps saying shit like : “you’re doing this on purpose, huh?” and “keep playing, angel — you’ll get what you’re begging for.”
he still has yet to touch you, like he’s genuinely trying to hold himself together, like he genuinely thinks he’s capable surviving no nut november, but tonight? you’ve got other plans.
you’re both preparing for bed, rafe’s shaving at the bathroom counter in nothing but low sweatpants, shaving foam on his jaw and chin — razor in hand, whole body tense. then you step out the shower, steam curling and water droplets falling from your skin.
the second he catches your reflection in the mirror, his jaw twitches, hand pausing mid-stroke, eyes darting directly towards you. and he knows you’re doing it on purpose — but you pretend don’t notice him, reaching for your robe off the towel rack, wrapping it around yourself slowly, purposely testing his restraint.
making your way toward the counter beside him, tying your robe in a loose bow, rafe doesn’t take his gaze off you, eyes dragging down your body like he’s trying to remember how it feels in his hands.
“you missed a spot.” you tease, grinning mischievously as you reach over for your skin moisturizer, hip brushing his in the process, and rafe literally flinches, shoulders going rigid — like your contact could completely destroy him. “don’t.” rafe hissed, like the word was ripped from his lips, breath punching out of him in this broken little gasp he tries to swallow down.
twisting open the container, you dip you fingers in, scooping up just enough for your face, “what? m’ just trying to help..” you mutter softly, lips daring to curl — watching him like he’s a ticking time bomb, and it’s only seconds before he detonates.
rafe laughs, but it’s humorless, snatching the sink handle on, “oh yeah — you look real helpful right now.” rafe glances towards you slightly, scanning over your body for a split second then back to the counter. water rushes, hot steam clouding up as he leans forward to rinse the razor, “tryna make me fail in the last week? shame on you, baby.” he mutters, voice low and gritty as he shakes off the blade. he doesn’t even bother looking at you — he’s too busy trying not to break.
“c’mon rafe, we both know you aren’t lasting past tonight.” you taunt sweetly as you finish rubbing the cream into your skin, fingertips gliding over your jaw and down your throat like you’re putting on a show just for him. you cap the jar before turning to him, “besides,” you breathe, stepping into his space, your scent engulfing him completely, “i was hoping… that you could show me how much you’ve missed me these past few weeks… hm?” running your hands down his chest, your robe falls a little loose and his eyes snap down instantly, pure, unfiltered hunger strangled behind weeks of repressed sexual need.
rafe’s breath catches, throat bobbing like he just swallowed a lump, his gaze drops, taking you in — your damp skin, the way you’re looking at him like you already know how this ends. “don’t do this t’me.” he breathes — but it’s not a command. it’s a plea, a whimper. a man begging a storm not to hit when the thunder’s already in his bones.
one hand drops from his chest to the waistband of his sweats, fingers curling into the fabric, “you know you want me, rafe. don’t hold back anymore.” your hand moves lower, dipping into his pants, soft hand cupping his already harden cock, making his hips jerk, bucking into you uncontrollably — whole body snapping forward like you yanked a leash tied to his spine.
“fuck—” rafe groans, hand flying to grip the counter, like it could somehow stabilize him, knuckles turning bone-white like he’s holding on for dear fucking life. your hand shifts lower, thumb swiping over his tip, smearing precum down his throbbing shaft as you pump him faster, “god, you’re so needy..” you murmur against his jaw, “this is what just a few weeks of not fucking me does to you, huh?”
the words land like a punch, his head tips back slightly, eyes rolling — his hips grind into your palm again like he’s proving you right. “don’t— don’t fuckin’ talk like that.” he musters, voice shredded, one hand flies to fist your robe, crumpling the fabric like he’s about to tear it off you in pure desperation. you place a kiss to his chest, and then to his shoulder, pushing him more over the edge.
you keep stroking him in that slow, devastating rhythm, and rafe’s whole body answers. hips twitching, abs tightening, breath stuttering out of him in whines he tries to stifle. his cock twitches in your hand, “cum for me, rafe. i feel how bad you—” cutting you off with a throaty groan, hips giving these tiny, pathetic thrusts, his fingers dig into your hip surely leaving his mark. cum paints his sweats and the left side of his thigh in thick, hot ropes, “fuck baby — please.” rafe’s his jaw hangs open, a strangled sound tearing out of him — half moan, half sob. the kind of noise a man makes when he’s completely undone and humiliated by how hard he came.
afterwards he’s dizzy, breath uneven, chest heaving like he just ran a mile. his eyes flicker open, unfocused at first — then they land on you. and something changes, like a fuse catches — and there’s no way you could’ve predicted what he did next. snatching your hand out of his pants, “you think you’re so cute?” rafe snarls, voice cracked and dangerous, stepping into you, crowding you back against the bathroom counter.
he’s breathing hard, jaw clenched, “making me cream my fuckin’ pants like some pathetic motherfucker?” he snatches the loop of your robe, and it falls to the ground instantly — leaving you bare in front of him, skin still dewy from your shower — soft in every place he’s been aching to touch for the last month. rafe spins you around, stomach flat against the hard surface of the counter. “now you get to watch me ruin this little pussy,” a soft gasp escapes your lips when you meet in eyes in the mirror, heat pooling between your legs, “rafe..” you whine, trying to face him but he grabs the back of your neck, keeping you forward.
“shut up. don’t fuckin’ talk — just take it.” he tugs his sweats down, flush cock springing free, and you jump when you feel it brush your ass, arching instinctively. “so perfect f’me,” rafe spits into his palm, coating his hand before wrapping in around himself. he strokes slow, like he’s savoring the drag of his own slick, getting himself just hard enough to ruin you properly.
he lines himself up between your thighs — head nudging right where you’re dripping for him. the stretch makes your breath stutter, your body opening around him inch by inch until your palms are braced on the counter just to stay upright.
his fingers spread on your hip, gripping tighter as he sinks deeper, his jaw clenching hard, “look at you…” he rasps, eyes dropping back down to where his dick is sinking into your glistening cunt, sucking him in like it’s the first time. “fuck— it’s like you got tighter for me.” he thrusts the last inch in with a sharp snap of his hips, your mouth opening in a silent cry — your body folding over the counter as he bottoms out.
one of his hands slide slowly up your spine, pressing on that arching in your back, “what’s your color, baby?” rafe grunts, barely pulling out — just to snap back in even harder, “s-shit — green, it’s green, rafe.” you moan, eyes screwing shut, elbows sliding further up the counter with each push of his cock into you. you’re already gone, brain fuzzy, words incoherent, just little broken sounds slipping out of your mouth. you can’t even breathe right, you’re so close your whole body feels like static.
“yeah, that’s it. good girl.” a low growl tears out of him, and he bends over you, chest against your back, mouth on your neck, breath hot and ragged. “don’t let go yet — hold it f’me, just fuckin’ hold it.” rafe’s hand slides down, between your thighs, fingers rubbing tight circles on your clit like he’s trying to make you fall apart right there. “oh m-my fuck, no—” your fingers claw at the counter edge, pussy clenching around him, spasming, practically begging for release.
he thrusts twice — deep, desperate, sloppy — “cum on me baby, give me what i’ve been missing.” and you do. it hits you so hard your knees almost buckle, cunt pulsing around him so tight he chokes on a moan. “fuck — just like that. give it t’me.” your vision goes white-edged, whole body trembling and he breaks right along with you.
a shattered groan leaves him, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he spills into you, hips stilling in that hard, buried grind. his breath is rough against your skin, hands gripping you like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he lets go. you both pant in unison, then make eye contact again in the mirror, “that was worth the challenge,” you laugh, voice dripping with satisfaction through sharp, ragged breaths.
rafe doesn’t pull out right away. he stays there, chest pressed to your back, breath hot and uneven against your shoulder like he’s still fighting a battle that already ended. his hands don’t move, either — one on your hip, one on the counter — gripping like he’s holding himself together more than he’s holding you in place. he lifts his head slowly, eyes dragging up to the mirror, and when he sees the state of you, the state of him, the mess you both made, something in his face just cracks.
not soft, not tender — something darker, something that says he’s not done with you, not even close. “you think that was the end?” he whispers, voice low and frayed, eyes locked on yours in the glass. “baby, that was me losing. now you get to see what i’m like when i’m not trying to hold back.” and from there, you knew it was gonna be a long night…
summary: it was just grinding and some makeout on the couch, but when Rafe suddenly whimpers under you, it turns into more. now he's here, begging and being all clingy when you have your hands all over him.
Rafe’s sprawled on the couch, head tilted back, one arm lazily thrown over the top of the cushions, and you’re already straddling him—your thighs bracketing his hips, fingers tangled in his hair. His lips are warm, parted beneath yours, tasting faintly like mint and bourbon and something entirely Rafe.
You’ve kissed him a thousand times before, but tonight—tonight feels… different. He’s soft beneath your touch. Loose. Melting. Your mouths move in sync, but he lets you lead.
Not unusual. But this time, when you grind down—just a little, barely enough pressure to tease the line between innocent and filthy—Rafe makes a noise. A soft, shaky sound.
A whimper.
Your lips freeze over his, barely hovering, and you pull back enough to see him. His eyes flutter open slowly, already heavy-lidded, pupils dilated in the low lamplight. He’s breathing harder than before. Pink has crept up his neck, warm and blotchy across his cheekbones, and his fingers are now clutching your waist like you’re the only thing tethering him to the earth.
“Did you just…” you murmur, voice caught between teasing and curiosity. “Whimper?”
His breath catches.
A flicker of panic flashes across his face—barely there, but you know him too well. He tries to look away. His jaw tightens, like maybe he wants to laugh it off, but his body betrays him: his hips buck slightly beneath you, as if chasing your weight.
You blink, feeling the rush of heat shoot straight down your spine.
“Rafe.” You say it softly, more of a question than a name. You reach up, thread your fingers through his hair—not to comfort, not gently this time. You pull. Not hard, but firm enough that his breath hitches.
“Did that feel good?”
He nods once, reluctant. Then again, harder, like he can’t help it.
You shift your hips just a bit, grinding down in a slow, languid roll. His breath shudders. You feel him twitch beneath you, already hard, already aching. And then—there it is again. That sound. Guttural, soft, like it escapes without permission.
A real whimper.
Fuck.
“You like it when I do that?” you ask, voice slipping into something huskier. You watch his throat bob as he swallows, lips slightly parted.
“I—fuck, I don’t know,” he says, and it’s barely a whisper. “It just… feels different. When you’re on top like this.”
Different.
It’s a word that hangs in the air, heavy and promising. You don’t usually take the lead like this, not completely. But now, with him beneath you—flushed, squirming, needy—something primal blooms in your chest. You press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You can let me take control. If you want.”
His gaze flickers to yours. Vulnerable. Trusting. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Please.”
Please.
That single word nearly ruins you.
You pull him into another kiss, this one deeper, dirtier. He lets out a shaky sigh into your mouth, fingers digging into your hips as if trying to anchor himself. You grind down again, slower this time, really letting him feel it. The way his cock strains against his sweats, the friction dragging between you—it makes his breath hitch, his hands tremble.
You pull back slightly, just enough to murmur against his lips, “You always act so in control. Look at you now.”
“I don’t care,” Rafe whispers. “I want you to do whatever you want.”
That admission makes something throb deep inside you. He’s giving you everything. No bravado, no performance—just Rafe, soft and pliant, eyes searching your face for direction.
You sit back, hands sliding up his chest. His t-shirt is rumpled beneath your palms, clinging to his torso with sweat and heat. You take your time, watching his chest rise and fall as you ghost your fingers under the hem and tug it up. He helps you, arms lifting without a word.
He’s gorgeous, but you’ve always known that. What you didn’t expect—what makes you ache—is how fucking pretty he looks right now, flushed and needy, lips swollen from kissing.
You roll your hips again, this time grinding hard against the bulge in his sweats. Rafe gasps, one hand flying up to grab your wrist—not to stop you, but just to hold onto something.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Do that again, please.”
You do, deliberately slow, and his head tips back against the couch, throat exposed. You dip down, kissing along the column of his neck, and when your teeth scrape lightly against his pulse point, his hips buck up again. He’s so loud.
Every breath is ragged, every moan desperate, and you realize you’ve never heard him like this before. Not like this. No smug comments, no dirty quips. Just sounds—raw, vulnerable, real.
“God, you’re so sensitive tonight,” you murmur, tongue flicking against the shell of his ear. “It’s turning you on, isn’t it? Letting go?”
Rafe groans, nodding. His hands twitch uselessly at your sides, as if he doesn’t know what to do with himself. You sit up again, still straddling him, and hook your fingers under the waistband of his sweats. He lifts his hips, eager—and then you pause.
You pull enough fabric down to expose his boxers. He’s hard underneath, the outline of his cock straining against soft cotton, a growing wet spot soaking into the front. Your mouth waters. You stand up from straddling him to fall on your knees between his thighs.
“Wait,” he breathes, eyes wide.
“Shh,” you murmur, lips ghosting over the fabric. “I wanna taste you like this first.”
Then you kiss him.
Right through the boxers. Wet and open-mouthed, tongue dragging up the shape of his cock through the fabric. Rafe lets out a noise that’s almost a sob, his hand flying up into your hair—so you pull his wrist away and press his arm to the couch instead.
You lick him again, kissing the head through the damp fabric, mouthing at the outline, teasing with your tongue. He cries out, hips bucking, absolutely wrecked from the sensation.
“You’re gonna fall apart just like this,” you murmur, dragging your lips up the damp cotton one last time. “I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” He’s panting now, sweat beading along his brow, pupils blown wide.
“Can I take these off?” you ask.
He nods instantly, hips lifting again. You help him out of them, dragging the fabric down his thighs until his cock springs free—already flushed, twitching, leaking precum down the shaft. You exhale slowly.
“God, Rafe…” He whimpers again, embarrassed, trying to cover his face with the back of his hand.
You catch his wrist. “Uh-uh,” you say, pulling his hand away. “Don’t hide from me. I wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart.” And he does—his eyes lock with yours, wide and glassy, the corners already damp.
“You’re gonna cry for me, aren’t you?” you whisper, thumb brushing under his eye. “You’re so close already.”
“I can’t—” His voice is tight, choked. “I’m gonna—fuck, please.”
You grip him in your hand at last, skin to skin, and his entire body jerks. His head falls back with a wrecked groan. You stroke him slowly, deliberately, twisting your wrist just enough to make his thighs tremble again. His eyes snap open and meet yours, and for a moment—just a heartbeat—it’s overwhelming. This man, so ruined beneath you, gazing up like you’ve just wrecked him and he loves you for it.
And then the tears well up.
You don’t rush it.
Even with his cock twitching in your hand, even with Rafe trembling under you like he’s about to come undone, you keep the pace slow. Deliberate. Each stroke carefully measured, your thumb sweeping through the sticky head, your palm dragging down the thick, flushed shaft. You watch him intently.
And Rafe watches you back.
His eyes are glassy—dilated and wet, bottom lashes clumped with early tears—but he won’t look away. Not even when his thighs start to tremble again, not even when his hips buck with each slick motion of your wrist. You tighten your grip just a little, twist on the upstroke, and Rafe whimpers.
“F-Fuck,” he breathes, voice breaking, and one hand scrabbles for your free wrist like he needs you to anchor him. “I can’t—baby, I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” You move your hand and lace his fingers with your own and press his hand into the couch beside him. You lean up a little more, your lips brushing his jaw. “You’re gonna take everything I give you, Rafe. Gonna be good for me, aren’t you?”
He nods instantly, almost desperately, like he’s afraid you’ll stop if he hesitates. “Yeah—fuck, yeah, I’ll be good. I am good. Just—don’t stop, please, don’t—”
“I’m not stopping,” you whisper. “You’re doing so well for me.”
His entire body stutters. His hips jerk beneath you again, and his free hand tightens the grip he has on yours, but he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t even try to. His eyes are still locked on yours, wide and raw and brimming with emotion, and the sound he makes when you squeeze him tighter goes straight to your core.
A moan.
High, broken.
A real whimper.
You lean in, breath hot against his cheek. “You like being touched like this? Like you’re mine to play with?” He nods frantically. “I—yeah, I—God, yes—”
“You’re already so close,” you murmur. “You’re shaking.”
He is. Completely. His thighs, his voice, his grip on your hand. You stroke him slow again, teasing the slit with your thumb, watching his face crumple. “You gonna cry for me?”
“I—I think I already am,” he chokes, voice cracking around the edges.
You glance up—tears track down from the corners of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. It breaks something inside you. You slow your hand, not to tease, but to savor him—how soft he is in your grasp, how wrecked and willing. “I’ve got you,” you whisper. “Let go for me, baby.”
That’s all it takes.
Rafe’s whole body tenses. His mouth drops open on a sob, and his cock pulses in your hand. You stroke him through it, slow and steady, watching ropes of cum spill over your knuckles. His legs shake violently under you, his cries messy and unrestrained. “Oh my God,” he gasps, his chest heaving. “Fuck, I—fuck—”
You don’t stop. Not completely. You ease him through it, let him come down softly, and when he twitches too hard, you finally lift your hand. But your other one? Still holding his. Still grounding him.
Rafe’s head lolls back. His eyes are red-rimmed, tears drying on his flushed cheeks. His chest rises and falls in deep, uneven breaths. And then, after a few seconds, he looks at you. Like he’s starving.
“…You okay?” you ask gently, brushing your fingers up his jaw when he finally lets go of your other hand. His voice is ruined when he says, “Can I have more? Please—I—”
Your brows lift. “Already?”
“I can take it,” he whispers, eyes blown and dark and needy. “Please. I want your mouth. I want to feel you.”
You smile. “You’re insatiable.”
His cock is still sensitive, but already twitching back to life, half-hard and glistening with your previous work. You don’t start with your mouth—you start with your tongue. You lick a stripe from the base to the tip. Rafe moans so loudly it echoes in the room.
You look up at him through your lashes and say, “Gonna keep those pretty eyes on me?” He nods frantically again, already clinging to the couch cushions. You kiss the head of his cock, soft and slow, and then take him in. Not all at once—just the tip, swirling your tongue around it, teasing the sensitive underside.
Rafe’s hips buck, but you press your hands to his thighs to hold him down.
“Please,” he begs. “Please, please, more.” You hum around him and sink lower, mouth hot and wet around his length. He moans again—high-pitched, helpless, his head thrown back and fingers scrabbling uselessly at the fabric of the couch under him.
And you keep going. Deeper. Sloppier.
You let him feel everything—the drag of your tongue, the suction, the heat. You hollow your cheeks and bob your head slowly, letting your spit coat his cock until it’s wet and messy and gliding perfectly into your throat.
He’s making so much noise. Whimpers and gasps and broken little cries, and it only gets worse when you reach up and start to play with his nipple. You would have never guessed that Rafe was so sensitive in that spot, but he is. His back arches, giving you the opportunity to pinch the little buds.
He sobs.
It’s not loud. But it’s there—a shuddering sob, the kind that comes from your chest when you’re holding too much in. His thighs shake. His whole body shakes. “Oh my God,” he chokes. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna cum again—”
You keep going, no mercy. You stare him down as you take him deep, one of your hands cradling his thigh, the other still playing with his nipple.
And then he breaks.
His back arches even more, and his mouth drops open in a silent cry. You feel him pulse on your tongue, hot and wet and overwhelming, and this time—he’s crying in earnest. Real tears. Rafe Cameron, golden boy, broken and wet-faced and whimpering into your name as you swallow every drop.
You finally release him with a soft pop, licking your lips, and reach up to cradle his jaw.
“Hey,” you whisper. “Look at me.” He does. Barely. His eyes are swollen and red, mouth open like he can’t quite catch his breath. “You okay?” you ask again, gentler this time.
He nods slowly. “That was… I didn’t know I could feel like that.”
“You were perfect,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth. “So good for me. So beautiful. Such a good boy.”
He shudders.
“Come here,” you say softly, crawling back up into his lap and pulling his head into your chest. He melts instantly, burying his face in your shirt, arms wrapping around your waist like he’s scared you’ll disappear. “Thank you,” he whispers against your skin.
You stroke your fingers through his hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp. “You don’t have to thank me for that,” you say.
“I do,” he breathes. “You saw me like that and didn’t stop. Didn’t make me feel weak.”
You kiss the top of his head.
“You weren’t weak, baby. You were honest. And you looked so fucking good falling apart for me.” He lets out a shaky breath—something between a laugh and another sob—and holds you tighter.
“I’ve never… felt safe like that. Not like this.” You press your cheek to his hair, letting your hands stroke his back. “Then you’re gonna keep letting me do it. Over and over. Until you know for sure.” Rafe nods, breath hitching.
And in your arms, wet-cheeked and clinging, he finally exhales.
