#obx fic

[spankyourlocalbrat]

Can you write a smut about Rafe and reader are in an arranged marriage. How will their sex life be? Can you make up a story where they do it intensely?

notes. i def don’t think you wanted a fanfic that was this long, but i saw so much potential in this idea i just couldn’t help myself to write this for you. this took me days to do, so enjoy! this is for all of my lovers who love backstory & character development. i tried my best! this is so long but so cute and worth it (in my opinion)

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, arranged marriage, fluff, arguing, tad angst, cussing, so much backstory, no proof read, cuddling, slow burn, make up sex, tender mornings, rough sex, hair pulling, love making, rafe spitting in reader’s mouth, degrading, praising, showering together, wife!reader, husband!rafe, ass slapping/spanking, backshots, choking, slight wording of cnc(?), some intimate scenes, brat taming, edging

ward wants his son to have a good girl. he’s told rafe the standards he should look for, not a drug addict, someone sweet, someone good to him. simple enough, but rafe never followed through. he went for party girls who had no direction in life, fucked girls for drugs, and messed around with ones who’d been passed around so much they’d probably had every std in the book.

then you came along.

ward was immediately interested. he’d spoken to you before, when you were planting flowers in homemade vases along your front yard fence. you had this soft, sweet charm he’d never seen in any of the girls rafe usually brought around.

you didn’t expose yourself in everyday clothes, you spoke like you didn’t even know curse words existed, and you carried yourself with a modesty that felt rare. you were perfect for the cameron image. the kind of girl who could clean up rafe’s mess of addictions and reckless behavior.

when the wedding came, rafe had no real say. you were beautiful, sure, but he wasn’t ready to let go of his old life. so on your wedding night, after you were officially married, he didn’t say much. he was still adjusting.

you found him in the bathroom, a towel wrapped low around his waist while he brushed his teeth. you poked gently at his side. “hi,” you said, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

he glanced down at the spot you’d poked, then looked at you. toothbrush still in his mouth. “…hello.” you smiled, a playful little pout forming on your lips. “that’s all i get?”

he stayed quiet for a second, eyes now fully on you. “what am i supposed to say?” he asked and you shrugged. “i don’t know… we just got married!” excitement colored your voice. “yeah,” he replied dryly, spitting into the sink. “trust me, i’m aware.” he adds.

your smile faltered, and you swallowed. rafe sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “look, i’m not trying to be a dick. this whole thing is just… a lot.” he explained. you nodded, looking up at him. “is there anything i can do to help you relieve some stress?” your brows furrowed in genuine concern. “anything you need?” you ask.

he stared at you for a long moment. “a drink,” he said flatly. you frowned. “i don’t think that’s what you need,” you replied softly. his eyebrow lifted. “you’ve been my wife for three hours and you’re already arguing with me?” he asked, sarcasm thick in his tone.

you didn’t answer. instead, you gave a small, quiet nod and walked out of the bathroom.

the whole adjustment process to rafe was strange. one day, you were receiving nothing but attitude and toxicity, and the next, little moments of kindness that caught you off guard.

coming from a family who handled their feelings by sitting down and talking things out didn’t exactly prepare you for someone like rafe. he thought he knew everything, and even when he knew he was wrong, getting an apology out of him was like pulling teeth.

he wasn’t even close to what you imagined in a husband before his father came talking to you. you wanted someone sweet, mature, someone who didn’t treat every disagreement like a battle. someone who could tell you what was wrong instead of making you figure it out yourself.

just like the first night of your honeymoon, he was still angry. still angry at his father for putting him in this situation, for making choices for him like he was a kid. it was around two in the morning, and he was sitting out in the living room of the hotel ward had paid for in another country.

every now and then his voice would rise, frustration bleeding into every word as he talked on the phone about how he was sick of everyone deciding his life for him. his voice carried all the way down the hall to the bedroom, and you sat there on the bed with your hair in a messy bun, listening to every word.

when he kept going, something in you finally gave out. quietly, you got up and headed to the closet, pulling your suitcase onto the floor and beginning to pack the clothes you’d brought with you.

when rafe heard the movement, he ended the call and walked into the room, stopping when he saw you calmly folding your things into the suitcase.

“what are you doing?” he asked, but he could obviously see what you were doing. you didn’t look up instead just continued. “packing.” you reply. rafe stared at the suitcase for a second. “i can see that.” he said and you folded another shirt. “then why’d you ask?” you interviewed, and he went quiet. his jaw tightened, like he was holding back a groan. “where are you going?” he asked, looking at everything about you.

your hair, clothes, skin. “home.” you stated, dryly. the answer came so easily that it caught him off guard. “what?” he said. “you’ve spent the whole trip talking about how much you don’t want this. i figured i’d make it easier for you.” you replied.

“that’s not—” he started and you scoffed. “not what?” you cut him off, as you looked at him. “i heard you, rafe.” you mention and you got nothing but silence.

he then shifted his weight. “you’re seriously packing because i was pissed off?” he asked and you let out a small laugh mid sentence. “because you were pissed off? no.” you correct, another shirt landed in the suitcase.

“because you’ve made it very clear you don’t want me here.” you said and it was visible that something uncomfortable settled in his chest, that wasn’t what he’d been trying to say. at least, not anymore. “stop.” he demanded.

you ignored him, adjusting your shirt on your shoulder. “i said stop.” he repeated. “why?” you ask, looking up to meet his gaze. the question hit him harder than he expected, because he didn’t have a good answer at all to give you, because a couple days ago he would’ve gladly watched you walk away, but because now that you were actually doing it, he couldn’t stand the sight of it.

“just…” he rubbed a hand over his face. “stop packing for five seconds.” he told you, approaching slowly as if you were an angry animal that would pounce any moment. you scoff as if he had asked you something insane, the audacity he had making you began to get angry.

“no rafe!” you say, looking at him, your volume catching him off guard. “you don’t like me, so i’m leaving. simple. i don’t need your permission.” you stated, keeping eye contact with him. his face went cold, staring at you. “i’m not stupid, nor am i gonna waste my time! i’m leaving.” you yelled, and he didn’t even react. but he did scoff when you told him you were leaving.

because he knew you weren’t, you can pack all the shit you want but he knew in his head, you weren’t leaving him. not him.

“you’re not leaving.” he stated, and you looked up at him and laughed. “watch me.” you told him, moving to the nightstand and getting your phone charger out and makeup. “i’m serious.” he told you, standing still while watching you, his tone spoke for itself. “so am i.” you flash a fake smile before rolling your eyes, putting your charger in your pocket and makeup in the suitcase. “you’re my wife.” he stated.

“a wife you don’t even want!” you correct. “i didn’t say that.” he responds, and you looked at him as if he wasn’t crazy. “yeah right” you say, rolling your eyes with attitude. his expression darkened, anger lingering in his eyes. “quit putting words in my mouth.” he demanded and you turned to him fully, crossing your arms.

“then tell me i’m wrong, rafe.”

and he couldn’t, he just sat there looking fucking stupid. “that’s what i thought.” you said quietly now, nodding in acknowledgement and you continued packing.

for the rest of the night, he left you alone. at least, mostly. after another pointless argument, he stormed back into the living room and dropped onto the couch, rubbing a hand over his face. every few minutes he’d hear another zipper, another drawer opening, another reminder that you were actually packing. it got under his skin more than he wanted to admit. twice he got up and walked toward the bedroom, only to turn around before he reached the door.

by three in the morning, he was still sitting awake on the couch, staring at nothing and listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom. he fucked hated hearing the suitcase’s wheels rolling on the floor, and the zippers bit at his patience.

he drifted off on the couch, and by the time he woke up, he heard the sound of the suitcase wheels. at first, he didn’t react, then he looked up to see the bags, all of them. his stomach dropped. “what are you doing?” he asked, but you didn’t answer. you just kept walking toward the door.

“hey.” he said, louder. but he still got nothing. “seriously, where the hell are you going?” he asked while you reached for the handle. “home.” you finally answered. rafe stood up so fast the coffee table rattled. “you’re actually leaving?” he questioned. you laughed, but there wasn’t any humor in it. “what did you think i was doing all night?” you asked.

his jaw tightened, he didn’t have an answer, because he didn’t want to come to speak out loud about this view and also truthfully he’d thought you’d calm down, he’d thought you’d unpack, he’d thought you’d stay.

“so that’s it?” he asked, and you looked at him. “what do you want me to do, rafe?” you asked. he hates that questions like that, because when he’s asked questions like that, most of the time he doesn’t want to answer… and also because for the first time since the wedding, he knew exactly what he didn’t want. he didn’t want you walking out that door.

“don’t go.” he told you. the words came out rough, almost angry, like they had been dragged out of him. “don’t go.” he repeated and you stared at him, your hand still wrapped around the suitcase handle as you searched his face for something real, something that would make any of this make sense.

“give me one reason.” rafe looked away immediately, like he couldn’t stand being pinned down by the question. “i don’t need a reason.” he defends. “yes, you do.” you follow up quickly. “no, i don’t.” he said. you slowly let go of the suitcase handle and shook your head.

“that’s funny.” his eyes narrowed. “what?” he asked. “because every time you want something from me, there’s supposed to be a reason. every time you expect me to understand you, forgive you, follow along with whatever you decide, there’s always some explanation i’m supposed to accept. but now suddenly you want me to stay and i’m just supposed to do it because you said so?” you ask, staring at him.

“what are you talking about?” he asked. “you want me to stay? okay. why?” you question, letting your hands drop to your sides. “because i said so.” he told you. you let out a laugh that held no amusement whatsoever. “that’s not an answer.” you say. his jaw clenched hard enough that you could see the muscle jump.

“can you stop doing that?” he requested. “doing what?” you ask. “turning everything into an interrogation.” he explained and you rolled your eyes. “i’m not interrogating you, rafe. i’m asking a simple question.” you gestured toward the suitcases sitting by the door, packed and ready to go. “you’ve spent this entire trip acting like i’m a burden, like my presence is something you have to tolerate instead of something you actually want.” you stated. “that’s not true.” he continued after you quickly.

“really?” you ask. he went quiet, and that silence told you more than any argument ever could. you nodded slowly. “that’s what i thought.” you repeat again tonight. “i never said you were a burden.” he corrected. “you didn’t have to. you made it obvious enough without saying the words.” you said, flashing a fake comforted smile.

“for fuck’s sake—” he groans. “see?” you interrupted him abruptly. “there you go again.” his hands flew up in frustration. “what do you want me to say?” “the truth.” you yell. “i am telling the truth.” he yelled back. “no, you’re not.” the room fell silent after that, the tension stretching between you until it felt impossible to breathe around it. you took a step closer, refusing to look away from him this time.

“if you want me to stay, tell me why.” rafe looked frustrated enough to punch a wall, his entire body rigid with the effort of holding something back. “because.” he said dryly. “because why?” you ask. “i don’t know.” he swallowed.

“that’s a lie.” his eyes snapped to yours instantly. “you think you know everything, huh?” he questioned bitterly. “no. i think you’re scared to say it.” you mention and his expression hardened. “say what?” he asked. “that maybe you don’t hate me as much as you wanted to.” for a moment neither of you moved. neither of you spoke. the words hung heavily in the air between you.

“i never said i hated you.” he corrected. this time his voice was quieter, stripped of some of its usual anger. you swallowed hard. “then stop acting like i’m impossible to keep around.” rafe looked down at the floor, staring at it for several long seconds before finally lifting his gaze back to yours.

when he spoke again, there was something different in his expression, something tired and honest and completely unguarded. “i got used to you being here, okay?” it wasn’t a grand confession. it wasn’t romantic or dramatic or anything close to the kind of speech people gave in movies. but somehow that made it feel more real.

it was probably the most honest thing he’d said since the wedding, and you could tell how much it cost him to admit it. “and?” you asked softly. he rubbed a hand over his face and let out a slow breath. “and i don’t want you to leave.” he said, finally.

you stare at him. “keep that attitude up, and i’ll stay.” you tell him, opening the door. “you have my number, prove you don’t want me to leave, rafe.” you continue and he rubbed his face, he was livid.

his eyebrows furrowed. “what?” he asked, looking back at you as you open the door wider. “you heard me.” you said. for a second, he just stared. then his expression hardened. “that’s bullshit.” he said, aggressively. “is it?” you respond, sarcastically. “yeah, it is.” he said. “why?” you questioned.

“because you’re putting me in some stupid test.” he responded and you sigh. “no, rafe. i’m leaving.” you stated, and the words hit harder than he expected, so hard that he shifted his weight and his voice was quieter. “then leave.” he said, gesturing toward the door with his hand before letting it drop back down to his leg.

you simply nodded. “okay.”

he didn’t say anything to you after that, you bought a plane ticket back home and you arrived home some time later. you didn’t receive any calls from him when you were boarding the plane and the time prior, but when you got on the plane he started to text you, and call you.

you decided to make him wait, so you turned your phone off. when getting home, the scent of your favorite candle still lingered. the sunlight pouring through your glass french doors stretched across the hallway that you passed from the front door. it was so beautiful, and so much calmer than hanging out with your new husband.

you let your hair down from the bun, your hair touching your skin as you swayed your hips to the kitchen. you made yourself some food, the calm morning still having a warm embrace on you. you sighed, your chest becoming more comfortable and not tight and stressed out.

once you finished making your food and eating it, you headed upstairs. when you reached the second floor, you stripped out of your pants and took your shirt off just for preparation for bed. your bed was calling you, so you made it easier for you.

you opened your door, tossing the clothes to your floor, and you looked at your bed, suddenly realizing rafe sitting there.

“jesus!” you yelled, rushing to cover yourself with the door and peeking your head out to look at him. “would you stop yelling?” he asked, rolling his eyes. “you’re in my house rafe.” you defended, before squinting your eyes at him. “why are you here?” you asked.

“you turned your phone off, what the hell was i supposed to do?” he asked, looking at you. “oh, i don’t know, maybe tell me if you’re on the way?” you offered, and rafe scoffed. “right, because you were doing such a great job answering your phone.” he replied, getting up from the bed and you stared at him.

“that’s not the point.” you stated. “it is the point.” he shot back. “no, rafe, the point is i came home and found a man sitting in my bedroom.” you said to him. “your husband.” he corrected.

“don’t do that.” you scoffed. “do what?” he asked. “use that whenever it’s convenient for you.” you replied and his jaw tightened. “i called you.” he admitted. “and i didn’t answer.” you replied. “yeah, i noticed.” he replied, walking toward the door. “that doesn’t mean you get to break into my house.” you mentioned.

“i didn’t break in.” he said, lifting a brow. you then folded your arms. his hand went to the door, opening it fully to look at you.

“then how did you get in?” you asked and he went quiet for a second. “your spare key.” he admitted. “rafe.” you started. “what?” he asked. “that’s creepy…how the fuck did you even get a spare?” you asked, brows furrowed now. “you getting on a plane and disappearing was crazy.” he mentioned, ignoring your question.

“i told you i was leaving.” you replied. “and i told you not to.” he continued. you rolled your eyes dramatically and pushed past him. “you win.” you said as you rubbed your face with a soft sigh. “i’m so done arguing with you.” you said.

rafe didn’t have a comeback. it was like he didn’t even want to say anything to end the conversation. he wanted you to stay, to talk to him, but you walked past him and sat on the edge of the bed.

“seriously. i’m tired.” you assured and watched as he watched you pull the blankets back.

“that’s it?” he asked.

you looked over your shoulder. “what else is there to say?” you asked. he opened his mouth, then closed it again. there was that fucking question again. you sighed.

“if you really came all the way here just to sit in my bedroom and be angry, you can sleep here if you want.” you said. rafe stared at you. “maybe argue with me in my sleep.” you laughed softly, but he didn’t laugh. he rolled his eyes.

“that’s not why i came.” he said.

“okay.” you replied softly, providing him a soft and gentle out to this argument. but the fact that you didn’t argue made the situation worse to him. the way you just simply laid down and turned away from him made the room fall quiet.

“you’re just gonna go to sleep?” he asked.

you let out a tired laugh. “what do you want from me, rafe?” you asked once more and he didn’t answer. because that was the problem, he wasn’t entirely sure. he was never sure when that question came out.

all he knew was that seeing you leave had felt wrong, and now that he’d found you again, the fight suddenly seemed a lot less important than it had a few hours ago.

after a long moment, he looked away. “move over.” he said roughly. you raised an eyebrow. “thought you’d never ask.” you said, moving over. “don’t make it weird.” he muttered, laying down next to you.

“you’re sitting in my room.” you said, turning to look at him. “our room.” he corrected, and to that admission, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. the most physical touch he’s given you is from you giving up on an argument. you laughed at that thought. he was impossible, and so annoying.

you woke up gently, you could hear the sound of his phone faintly. you stretched lightly on the bed, getting up and sitting on your knees on the bed, hair falling loose as you finally looked at him properly.

he glanced up from his phone, his eyes meeting yours. “what time is it?” you ask. “three.” he responded and your eyes widened a little. “i should probably get up and make us lunch.” you said, as you shifted forward on your knees, then leaned toward him like it was the most normal thing in the world.

he stiffened slightly, not pulling away, just surprised by the sudden closeness after everything. but you came from a family of affection, of tender love. so a kiss after you wake up was mandatory. you brushed a soft kiss along his jaw, then another near his neck. his hand paused mid scroll on his phone.

“do you want that? or do you want delivery?” you asked, your eyes meeting his again. he stared at you for a second, confused if he should be upset or happy you’re acting this way. “…why are you acting like yesterday didn’t happen?” he asked, you hummed softly, still close. “did it change what you want to eat?” you ask, and that caught him off guard.

his jaw tightened like he was trying not to react too much. “that’s not the point.” he commented. you smiled a little, backing up from him. “okay. then what’s the point?” you asked, he didn’t answer immediately. because the truth was, he didn’t know how to respond to you being soft with him again after everything.

he set his phone down. “i don’t know what’s going on with you.” he stated. “i’m just being nice, rafe.” you respond and he let out a short breath. “yeah. that’s the problem.” he said. you pushed your lips into a thin line, running your hand through his hair as you get up. “so, you want me to make it?” you ask.

he looked at you for a second longer than necessary. “i didn’t say that.” he said, you sigh and you tilted your head slightly. “you didn’t say anything.” you stated. that got a reaction out of him, but just a faint shift in his expression. “…just don’t burn anything.” he said. you smiled, getting up from the bed and already moving toward the door. “that’s not an answer.” you said.

he exhaled through his nose, setting his phone down on the bed. “yeah, fine. make it.” he said, a pause settling between you two. then, he spoke up quietly. “i’m not trying to fight with you.” he said, his tone unrecognizable because of how sweet it was. you glanced back at him. he wasn’t looking at you anymore, instead looking at the bed. “i know.” you gently responded.

you finally leave the room, making your way down to the stairs, the cold air biting at your skin, your eyes looking out your glass french doors and seeing ward and some random guy. you pause, looking down at your body that only had a bra and panties on.

you go back upstairs calmly, luckily they hadn’t seen you, despite your french doors being so open to the house. you go to your walk in closet, putting your hair up before putting on a top and shorts, and making your way to the bedroom to rafe. “uh. your dad is outside with some guy.” you told rafe, rafe lifted a brow.

“what guy?” he asked. you shook your head slightly, shrugging. “i don’t know. i just saw them through the glass doors.” you responded. his expression changed immediately, it was subtle, but sharp. ward seemed like he was a trigger for him, judging by how tense he got.

he sat up a little straighter. “he didn’t call.” he mentions. “does he ever?” you jokingly respond but that made his jaw tighten. rafe pushed himself off the bed. “yeah, okay.” he mumbled to himself. he grabbed his phone off the nightstand, already unlocking it. “he’s probably trying to turn this into some kind of meeting.” he mumbled to himself once more.

it seemed like he was trying to calm himself down, by his own voice and words while you watched him. “you want me to go downstairs?” you ask. he glanced at you for half a second. “no.” he said firmly. then, he swallowed. “just… stay here.” he added, his tone less strict.

there was a pause before he added, quieter, like it slipped out without thinking. “i’ll handle it.” he assured you, before brushing past you. you bite your cheek and sit on the bed, holding your face.

you spent a couple minutes up there, hearing quiet voices that stretched upstairs, you couldn’t hear them completely but rafe was mad about something. then you hear rafe coming back upstairs, when he found you, he didn’t say much.

“my dad’s downstairs.” he started, and you looked up. “yeah, i know.” you responded back and he hesitated. he shifts his weight. “he wants you down there.” he told you and your brows furrow in confusion. “why?” you question. rafe exhaled through his nose.

“just come on.” he told you, you studied him for a second, then followed. the moment you walked into the dining room, you felt it. too many chairs, it was too formal just for a quick chit chat. ward sitting like he owned the air itself, and someone else. a woman you didn’t know.

rafe stopped behind you. “what is this?” he asked, and ward gestured lightly. “sit down.” ward said but rafe didn’t move. “no. what is this.” he asked once again. a pause settled, and then ward leaned forward slightly.

“this is a marriage counselor.” rafe’s expression went completely still. “…you brought a therapist.” rafe started, glaring at ward. “for you and your wife.” ward explained, staring at rafe. rafe let out a short, disbelieving laugh.

“without telling me?” rafe asked. ward’s voice stayed calm. “you weren’t going to agree if i asked.” he explained. rafe looked at him for a long moment, then glanced at you, then back at ward.

the anger he was feeling wasn’t loud it was controlled, and dangerous underneath.

“you don’t get to manage my marriage like a business deal.” rafe stated and ward didn’t flinch. “then start acting like it isn’t one.” ward clapped back.

rafe stood, arms stiff at his sides as ward looked up from his seat. ward didn’t look at him, his eyes went straight to you. a soft smile settled on his face. “hi sweetheart.” he coos. you blinked, a little surprised but you smiled back automatically.

“hi.” you reply, giving him a soft wave. ward’s tone warmed just slightly. “how are you doing?” he asked, you hesitated for half a second, then answered honestly, still polite. “i’m okay… a little confused.” you say.

“understandable,” he said smoothly. “this is a lot for you.” he gently said. rafe’s jaw tightened behind you. ward gestured toward the empty chair. “why don’t you sit down, sweetheart.” he offered. you glanced back at rafe briefly, then sat.

rafe didn’t move, which made ward finally look at him now. “you too, rafe.”

rafe let out a short breath through his nose. “no.” he said firmly but ward’s expression didn’t change. “sit.” he commanded, silence stretched then rafe slowly pulled out the chair and sat, but his posture stayed rigid. ward folded his hands. “i wanted to talk to both of you properly.”

rafe cut in immediately. “you could’ve told me what this was.” he said. ward tilted his head slightly. “you wouldn’t have come.” ward stated. rafe scoffed. “yeah. because it’s insane.” ward ignored that, eyes shifting back to you.

“i just want to make sure you’re settling in alright, sweetheart.” he explained to you, which you nodded softly. “i think i am… it’s just been a lot of change.” you describe with a smile. “of course it has,” ward said gently. “you’ve been very patient with everything.” he compliments, rafe looked between you two, disbelief flickering across his face. because he knew that tone.

it wasn’t real warmth, it was strategy. and seeing it directed at you made it worse for him, his anger started to boil even more than before.

then counselor offered a polite smile.

“thank you both for sitting down with me today. i know this probably wasn’t how either of you expected to spend your afternoon.” she said. “you got that right,” rafe muttered.

ward shot him a look but the counselor ignored it. “why don’t we start with something simple? how has married life been so far?” she asked, her eyes on you. you smiled politely. “it’s been an adjustment.” you answer. “that’s a very mature answer.” she complimented and you smiled once again. “thank you.”

“and for you, rafe?” she asked, writing down something before looking up at him. he leaned back in his chair. “it’s been great.” the deadpan answer made the counselor pause. “great?” she echoes. “yeah. fantastic.” he repeated. you closed your eyes briefly. “rafe.” you said.

“what?” he asked.

the counselor offered a patient smile. “i’m assuming that’s sarcasm.” she replied. “good catch.” he stated, ward rubbed his forehead. you could practically feel the tension radiating off rafe. the counselor tried again. “what has been the most difficult part?” she asked. “my father arranging the whole thing.” he said flatly.

“rafe.” you repeat, looking at him. “what? she asked.” he said. the woman nodded. “that’s a fair answer.” she said. rafe looked surprised for a second. “it is?” he asked and she nodded. “yes.”

his expression softened slightly. “oh.” he murmurs. you glanced at him and the counselor smiled. “you’re allowed to be frustrated. i think what we’re trying to figure out is what comes after that frustration.” she explains, and rafe looked away.

for a moment, nobody spoke and under the table, you carefully reached for his hand. his fingers immediately tensed, you honestly expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. instead, he glanced at you. you rubbed your thumb across the back of his hand once, just once.

a silent reminder that he wasn’t alone in this conversation. so, when the counselor spoke again, his answer came out less sharp. “i don’t know.” he said. the room went quiet.

“that’s okay,” she said gently. “you don’t have to know everything right now.” she continued. rafe looked down at the table, then at your hand still holding his. “i’m just trying to figure it out.” he said, being the most honest he’s been with her since sitting down. she wasn’t getting that confession again, and the woman could tell.

after ward and the woman left, rafe had been distant. quieter than usual. he wasn’t giving you the cold shoulder exactly, but the warmth from the night before had cooled. he kept himself busy, answers short, eyes avoiding prolonged contact. like he was rethinking everything that had been dragged out in front of that stranger.

you hated the shift. so later in the day, when the house felt too heavy with silence, you stood in the doorway of the bedroom and said softly, “rafe… come take a shower with me.” he looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, jaw tight. for a second you thought he might say no. his pride was still stinging.

“i’m fine,” he muttered, even though he clearly wasn’t. you didn’t push hard. you just tilted your head, voice gentle. “you don’t have to talk. i just… want you close. please?” you plead softly.

one thing your mother taught you was intimacy was something every couple needed, especially after such an intense experience for him.

that last word always did something to him. he stared at you for a long moment, then exhaled through his nose and stood up without another word. he followed you into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him a little harder than necessary.

once the water was running hot and steam started filling the space, he undressed slowly, still not looking at you much. but when you stepped under the spray and held your hand out to him, he took it. he let you pull him in.

the moment the water hit his shoulders, some of the tension in his back eased. you didn’t force conversation. you just washed his hair, fingers gentle against his scalp, and he eventually leaned into your touch. his arms came around your waist after a while, forehead resting against your shoulder as the water ran over both of you.

he didn’t say much, but the way he held you tighter than usual told you everything. the distance was still there, but it was cracking. this was his version of letting you back in, quiet, physical, a little grumpy, but present.

he wasn’t sure why he was doing this, but it definitely was not because he suddenly loved vulnerability, but because you asked, and deep down he needed the closeness more than he wanted to admit.

standing under the warm spray, you leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering for a second against his damp skin. “what do you need, rafe?” you asked gently, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. he stayed quiet at first, water running down his shoulders, then his voice came low and rough. “i just need you.” he said.

the words settled between you like something heavy and honest. you didn’t push for more. instead you stayed close, letting the shower run over both of you for a couple of minutes in comfortable silence. his arms stayed wrapped around your waist, your bodies pressed together under the steady stream, the tension in him slowly easing.

after a while you pulled back slightly and brushed wet strands of hair from his face. “go ahead and get out, okay? go lay down. i’ll make you some dinner and then we can watch tv.” he suggest. he nodded, agreeing without argument for once. as he stepped toward the edge of the shower, he paused, cupped your face with one hand, and leaned in. his lips met yours in a soft, simple peck, your first kiss.

you blinked, a little shocked, warmth blooming across your cheeks as he pulled away. he didn’t say anything else, just gave you a small look before stepping out and grabbing a towel.

you stayed under the water a moment longer, washing your hair with slow fingers. your mind kept drifting back to that kiss, the unexpected gentleness of it, the way it felt both new and familiar at the same time. a quiet smile tugged at your lips while the steam swirled around you.

when you got out the shower, you quickly got dressed and headed out to your bedroom, giving rafe a soft glance while making your way to the stairs. you get downstairs, and search your freezer for any type of food you had.

you didn’t want to give him something fancy to overwhelm him, just somethin’ easy so he wouldn’t have to wait for a good while.

when you finally came back upstairs, balancing two plates in your hands, the television was still playing quietly in the background. rafe hadn’t moved much. he was stretched across the bed, one arm behind his head, staring at the screen without really watching it.

his eyes shifted toward you when you entered. “food.” you calmly said as you held up the plate. that got a small reaction. he sat up slowly as you placed the plate on his lap.

a burger and fries. nothin fancy. just something warm, maybe familiar. it was something filling, something easy.

rafe looked down at it, then up at you. “you made this?” he asked, you smiled. “obviously.” you respond. “you didn’t have to.” he mutters. you shrugged. “i wanted to.” you whisper to him, for a moment, he just stared at the food, then he picked up a fry.

“thanks.” he said, the words were quiet, almost awkward coming from him, but they were genuine.

that was good enough for you, so you smiled. “you’re welcome.” you said, he nodded once and looked back down at his plate, still very quiet. still thinking about whatever had been running through his head all afternoon.

but not quite as distant as before.

before you could get comfortable, rafe looked at you once again. your eyes met and he grabbed your plate and his, moving them to the nightstand. he pulled you to him as he kissed you, slow and deep, like he had been holding back for hours.

the tv hummed softly in the background, some show neither of you were really watching anymore. you melted into the kiss, your hands sliding up his chest as his fingers threaded gently through your hair. the makeout grew heavier, more intimate.

tongues brushing, breaths mixing, his grip on your waist tightening just enough to keep you close. he was surprisingly gentle at first, savoring every second, every little sound you made.

his hands moved carefully, sliding under your shirt and lifting it slowly over your head. you did the same with his, palms exploring the warm skin of his chest and shoulders. clothes came off piece by piece between kisses; your shorts, his sweatpants, until there was nothing between you.

he laid you back against the pillows, hovering over you, eyes dark but soft as he took you in fully. his gaze traced every inch of your body like he was memorizing it.

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your neck, voice low and rough. he kissed down your collarbone, taking his time, hands gentle as they roamed your sides and thighs.

when he finally settled between your legs, he moved with a patience you didn’t expect from him, slow, deep thrusts, letting you feel every moment. your jaw dropped softly, his size stretching you. his forehead pressed to yours, breaths shared, bodies moving together in a steady rhythm that felt both intense and tender.

he stayed gentle through it all at the start, hands cradling your face, lips brushing yours between gasps, completely focused on you. the earlier distance had cracked wide open, replaced by something warmer, more vulnerable, as the two of you lost yourselves in each other.

rafe kept going, his pace deepening as he pressed more of his weight down onto you through his hips. each thrust hit harder now, the pressure intense and overwhelming in the best way, his body pinning you firmly into the mattress.

he buried his face in your neck, kissing and sucking along your skin, lips hot and relentless as he marked you with every breath.

you lost your breath beneath him, gasping softly with every heavy stroke. his cock felt so thick and deep inside you, filling you completely. your legs stayed spread wide for him, trembling and quivering as he fucked straight into your g-spot over and over again. the sensation was almost too much, heavy delicious pleasure that made your toes curl and your thighs shake.

your hands flew up, gripping tightly onto the bed frame above your head for some kind of anchor while he drove into you. rafe didn’t ease up. he stayed right there, heavy and relentless, hips rolling with purpose, grinding against you on every thrust. his mouth never left your neck, kissing, licking, biting gently as low groans rumbled from his chest.

the weight of him, the way he fucked you so deep and steady, had you breathless and dizzy, completely lost in the feeling of him. his cock felt impossibly heavy inside you, stretching and rubbing every sensitive spot until your whole body was trembling beneath him.

his hips pressing all his weight down with every thrust, driving his cock right into that perfect spot inside you. the pressure was overwhelming, his thick length stretching and rubbing you so good you could barely think. your legs shook violently around him, still spread wide as your body tightened more and more.

“rafe—” you gasped, breath coming out in short, desperate pants. the pleasure built impossibly high until it crashed over you. you came hard around his cock, walls clenching and pulsing as waves of heat flooded through you. your mouth fell open, panting desperately for air because his cock felt so fucking good, pushing you through every throbbing second of your orgasm.

“that’s it, baby,” rafe murmured against your neck, voice low and rough with praise. he kept moving through it, slower but still deep, grinding against you. “you’re doing so good for me. fuck, cum on my cock just like that… let me feel you.” he rambled.

your hands stayed gripping the bed frame, body trembling as you rode it out. he kissed along your jaw and neck, then pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark and intense.

“i’m sorry for being mean to you,” he whispered, still buried inside you, voice thick with emotion. “i don’t want you to go. i want you to stay… with me.” he said to you. he kept praising you softly between kisses, hips still rocking gently as you came down, breathless and warm beneath him.

you came hard all over his dick, your slick warmth coating every inch of him, dripping down his length with every thrust. your walls fluttered and squeezed around him so tightly, soaking him completely as your body shook beneath his weight.

“fuck, just like that,” he groaned, voice breaking with pleasure. his hips stuttered, losing their rhythm as he buried himself as deep as he could go. he came hard inside you, thick ropes of cum spilling deep into your pussy, filling you up with every heavy pulse.

you felt every twitch, every warm spurt as he emptied himself completely, his cock throbbing against your sensitive walls while he pressed his hips flush against yours, making sure you took every drop.

his breath was ragged against your neck, body heavy and trembling as he stayed buried inside you, both of you panting and slick with sweat. he kissed your skin softly, still rocking gently through the aftershocks, his cum leaking out around his cock as your bodies stayed locked together.

ever since that day, you two have been fucking like animals. since the day he gave you permission to do everything and anything you wanted to him, the tension between you never really settled. you’d both end up tangled up from the smallest triggers; if he looked at you a certain way, held your hand a little too long, spoke to you in that low voice, bought you random gifts, or even just looked too good while getting dressed.

this time it was over something stupid.. laundry. it had been two months since you two got married, and it still turned you on like crazy seeing him being so domestic, doing shit for you without even being asked. you walked into the laundry room to find him loading the machine, sleeves rolled up, that focused look on his face, and it hit you instantly.

before you could even think, you were bent over the washing machine, hands gripping the edge tightly as rafe shoved your shorts down and pushed inside you in one rough thrust. he was fucking you hard, deep strokes that made the machine shake beneath you.

“fuck, look at you,” he growled, one hand fisting your hair and yanking your head back. “bent over like a little slut just because i’m doing laundry. so fuckin pathetic.” he said.

his other hand came down hard, smacking your ass with a sharp sting that made you moan louder. he did it again, harder, the sound echoing in the small room. you pushed back against him, taking every inch of his thick cock, the size difference hitting you hard as he stretched you open so wide it almost hurt, because you knew he’s forcing you to take it.

rafe leaned over you, his chest pressed to your back, and wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your head spin. “this pussy was made for me, wasn’t it? so tight and greedy for my big dick.” he taunted.

he pulled your head back further and spit directly into your open mouth. “swallow it,” he ordered. you did, whimpering as he fucked you even rougher, hips slamming against your ass. his grip on your neck stayed firm, controlling every movement while he railed you from behind, the wet sounds of your bodies filling the laundry room.

“that’s it, take it like the desperate little housewife you are,” he groaned, smacking your ass again as he buried himself to the hilt over and over. your legs were shaking, hands gripping the washing machine for dear life as he used you exactly how he wanted.

you came so fast when he fucked you like that, but then there were other times where he fucked you and edged you for what felt like days.

you caught an attitude with him at a party at his father’s house. he warned you so many times but you didn’t want to hear it. so when you got home and the front door closed, he snatched you up. you both didn’t even make it to the main bedroom.

he pulled you into the spare room you were renovating into an office. the dress you were wearing was yanked down your legs in seconds, and getting him out of his suit might’ve been a world record.

“turn around and lay on your stomach,” he told you simply. you laughed, shaking your head. “can’t make shit simple, huh?” he asked, his face showing he wasn’t in the mood for your games. he flipped you over firmly but fell on top of you gently, his mouth right next to your ear as he worked your panties down.

“y’been so bad tonight, baby,” he muttered in your ear, pressing his weight down so you couldn’t squirm away. his words came out slow and low as he dragged your panties to your mid-thighs, using them as a makeshift restraint.

“have i?” you asked, voice already breathy.

his left arm hooked around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your pulse race. “mhm,” he hummed against your ear, his heavy cock dragging along the back of your thigh before he lined himself up with your pussy.

he pushed in with one slow, thick thrust, stretching you open as he buried himself deep. a broken moan slipped from your lips. rafe kept his arm locked around your neck, holding you right where he wanted while he started fucking you harder, hips snapping against your ass.

“yeah, you have,” he whispered hotly in your ear, voice rough. “acting like a fucking brat all night… thought i wouldn’t handle you when we got home?” he taunted.

you tried to reply, lips parting, but the way he was pounding into you made it hard to speak. “i—fuck, rafe—” your words came out shaky and strained, breath catching every time he drove deep. your hands gripped the sheets, body rocking forward with each rough thrust while his arm stayed firm around your throat, keeping you pressed into the mattress.

he didn’t let up, lips brushing your ear as he kept whispering. “that’s right. struggle all you want, baby. this pussy still gets so wet for me when you’re in trouble.” he comments.

you tried to talk back, lips parting as you gasped out a shaky reply. “i wasn’t—fuck—” you start. “shut up,” rafe stated low in your ear, cutting you off instantly.

before you could get another word out, he fucked you so much harder, hips slamming into you with brutal force. the sudden intensity knocked the air right out of your lungs.

every thick inch of his cock drove deeper, faster, pounding into you so relentlessly that all you could do was moan and whimper helplessly. coherent words completely failed you now. just broken, desperate sounds spilling from your mouth.

rafe’s large hand quickly moved from your throat to cover your mouth, palm pressing firmly against your lips to muffle the loud noises you couldn’t hold back. “so fucking loud,” he hissed against your ear, still railing you without mercy, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the half renovated office. “can’t even behave for five minutes without screaming for my cock.”

your eyes rolled back, body jolting forward with every savage thrust while his hand kept you quiet. you could barely breathe through the overwhelming pleasure, completely overwhelmed.

you tried to warn him, voice muffled desperately against his palm. “rafe—i’m gonna cum—” you managed to choke out, barely intelligible.

for a moment he kept the brutal pace, hips snapping hard like he was going to let you. “yeah? you wanna cum, baby?” he whispered hot against your ear, sounding almost sweet. his cock drove deep and steady, hitting that spot over and over, pushing you right to the edge.

your body tensed, thighs shaking, right there..then he pulled out completely.

a broken whine escaped you instantly, hips pushing back desperately, searching for him. “did i tell you to speak?” rafe growled, voice dark and low.

before you could even process it, he slammed back into you, rougher than before. his thrusts turned punishing, hips slamming against your ass with raw force, the wet slap of skin filling the room as he fucked you even harder. his hand stayed clamped tight over your mouth, muffling your loud cries while his arm kept you pinned beneath him.

“brats don’t get to cum that easy,” he hissed into your ear, pounding you mercilessly, stretching your soaked pussy around his thick cock with every savage stroke.

you reached back desperately, fingers digging into his biceps, gripping the hard muscle as he kept pounding into you. your mind had gone completely fuzzy, cock drunk and lost in the feeling of him stretching you so deep.

“rafe— fuck… your cock feels so good,” you babbled breathlessly against his hand, words slurring together. “so fucking big… i can’t— it’s so good, baby, please—”

he kept fucking you through your desperate little praises, hips slamming against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. your grip on his arms tightened, nails digging in as your body started trembling again, that familiar pressure building dangerously fast.

“i’m gonna cum—rafe, please, i’m so close—”

he groaned low in your ear, sounding like he was finally going to let you. his thrusts stayed deep and rough, pushing you right up to the edge, right there and then he pulled out again.

you let out a broken, frustrated sob, hips twitching uselessly as the orgasm slipped away. your body was shaking, pussy clenching around nothing while you tried to catch your breath.

rafe gave you just a few seconds to come down, breathing hard against your neck, before he lined himself up and slammed back inside you without warning. he started fucking you even harder than before, the new angle making his thick cock hit even deeper.

“not yet,” he stated, voice dark and teasing in your ear as his hand stayed pressed over your mouth. “you don’t cum until i say so, baby.” he taunted cruelly.

your muffled moans grew louder as he railed you mercilessly again, using your body like he owned it, drawing out your pleasure until you were a trembling, cock drunk mess beneath him once more.

“rafe— please,” you begged, voice muffled and broken against his palm. “let me cum… i’ll be good, i swear. i’ll be your good girl. please baby, i love you— i love you so much, just let me cum on your cock.” your words came out in a desperate, teary babble, body shaking as he kept pounding into you without mercy. rafe’s grip on your mouth tightened slightly, his lips brushing your ear as he listened to you fall apart for him.

“that’s it,” he growled, voice low and rough. “beg like you mean it.” he said. you kept pleading between broken moans, hips pushing back to meet his savage thrusts. “please rafe… i’ll be so good for you. i love you— fuck, please let me cum—” you beg more.

he finally gave in. his thrusts stayed deep and punishing, but he angled his hips just right, slamming into that perfect spot over and over until your whole body locked up.

“cum then,” he ordered against your ear. “cum on my cock like a good little wife.”

the permission hit you like a wave. you came hard, crying out into his hand as your pussy clenched and pulsed around his thick cock, soaking him completely. your legs shook violently, eyes rolling back while pleasure crashed through you in heavy, blinding waves. rafe fucked you through every second of it, groaning at how tightly you squeezed him.

only when your orgasm started to fade did he slow down, still buried deep inside you. he moved his hand from your mouth and pressed a hot kiss to the side of your neck, breathing hard.

“don’t test me again, baby,” he warned. “next time i won’t be so nice.” he teased.

[blues-main]

wanna bite them

bf!jj maybank x gf!reader | word count: 2.2k

you're obsessed with your boyfriend's biceps and jj wants to test just how obsessed

cw: sexting, self-pleasure (f and m), sex toys (dildo), rough sex, slight choking, headlock, mirror sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, hair pulling, biting (duh, it's jj's biceps hehe)

It was no secret that you were obsessed with your boyfriend’s biceps — constantly asking JJ to send you pictures of him flexing, wrapping your hand around his upper arm and holding on while the two of you walked. Your favorite had to be watching his biceps strain when he’d hold himself over you as he fucked you into the mattress. Your eyes would roll back, the sight enough to have you coming around him. 

So when JJ walks out of the chateau wearing a red muscle tee, arms on full display, you can’t help the way your words trail off mid-sentence or the way your eyes trace down the length of his arms. JJ’s oblivious, talking to John B, trying to convince him that he can be trusted with the twinkie for the day. 

He raises his arms, pointing to his chest as he pleads with John B, “Come on man, s’me, you can trust me.” 

You’re not paying attention to what the girls are talking about — Sarah and Kie rolling their eyes playfully when Cleo nods her head in JJ’s direction with a smirk, silently explaining why you’d gone bye-bye. You were practically salivating at the sight of his arm flexing, skin stretched tight around the ripple of muscle. He looked too good in that tee. You wanted to rip it off him and climb him like a tree. 

JJ looks over at you, smirking when he notices the way your eyes haven’t left his arms, or the way you gulp when his eyes meet yours. You look away, smiling nervously as JJ comes to sit next to you. He pulls you onto his lap, arm wrapping around you as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You feel the hard press of his chest to your back — warm and steady. He smells like the cheap cologne you bought him that you’d come to love. It smelt like safety and love and pure want.

JJ notices the way you shift against him — trying and failing to pay attention to what the group is talking about. He knows the effect he has on you— pressing himself closer, moving his lips to the shell of your ear. 

“What’s wrong baby? You seem like you’re on edge,” JJ whispers into your ear. 

“Nothing’s wrong Jayj, just missed you,” you mumble as you turn your head, nuzzling your face against his upper arm and placing a soft kiss to the skin. JJ shakes his head in disbelief, letting out a chuckle as his heart swells, completely in awe of his beautiful girlfriend so head over heels for him.

He knows it’s more than that, knows you’ve been wanting him for days, sending him texts of all the things you wanted him to do to you when you see him. 

I miss you so much JJ, want your fingers in me so bad

You had sent a video a couple minutes later — fingers sliding in and out of yourself, the sound of wet squelching heard along with your soft moans. 

Mine don’t get the spot like yours do. Want to hold onto your arm while you push them in knuckle deep

JJ had watched that video on repeat, groaning at the sounds of your wet pussy, sending you a video of his hand stroking his cock, arm flexing in the mirror before coming all over his hand, moaning your name. 

It had been all you needed to reach your orgasm, coming hard as you pictured him hovering over you. 

The next day it was a video of you fucking your dildo into yourself, moaning his name as your thighs shook. 

Need your dick deep inside me JJ please

Want you to wrap your arm around my neck and fuck me from behind

JJ could barely think straight when he opened your message, hand running down his face in defeat as he pulled his hard dick out of his shorts. 

Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, i’m so fucking hard you have no idea, want to fuck that pussy so bad

You’d been going back and forth for the past week, both of you working late and well — busy. Today however, your schedules had lined up and you had your place to yourself for the night. Your panties were already soaked as the messages you had sent to each other played through your mind. You could barely care that you hadn’t seen the rest of your friends for two weeks — needing JJ more than ever. 

“I know how much you love when I wear this shirt. Know how much you love looking at my arms. You wanna take it off me?” JJ’s voice is low and rough in your ear, sending warmth down your spine. 

You nod slowly, pressing your thighs together, heart beating out of your chest at JJ’s words. You’re so aware of the group sitting so close, of your ass pressed to JJ’s dick. You feel him push his hips up — just the slightest bit — the movement so small it could easily be mistaken as JJ shifting his weight.

“Yeah I know you do baby.” He kisses the back of your neck, brushing your hair out of the way gently. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, thumb rubbing soft circles into your skin as you try to hold back a moan at the feel of him kissing your neck. You look around frantically — no one has noticed a thing, everyone too focused on John B and Sarah talking. 

You gasp when you feel him do it again, the feel of his dick hardening against your ass almost too much to bear. You can feel yourself dripping, panties sticking to you almost uncomfortably, pussy practically throbbing with need now. 

“JJ, pleaseee, let’s go.” You whine softly, head turned towards him so the others don’t hear. 

“Not yet baby, want to have you so ready for me, you’re trembling before I even fuck you.” JJ chuckles as you whine in protest, tugging on his hand.

JJ continues tracing maddeningly soft circles to your bare thigh, hand going higher and higher until his thumb is under the hem of your skirt. He places a kiss to the back of your neck every now and then, shifting underneath you, his hard dick pressing into your ass every time. You try to shift so that your pussy presses against his thigh — needing friction more than air, but JJ catches it — holding you in place, arm flexing against your stomach. 

“Want me to fuck you now baby?” 

You could cry as you nod — desperate for him to take you home. 

JJ groans when you push your ass into him, finally snapping and getting up, waving a quick goodbye to the pogues, not at all subtle about the way he drags you away — you giggling as he pushes you against the door of the twinkie, arm braced next to your head, lips catching yours in a heated kiss. His hands are all over you, groping at your chest, gripping your jaw hard as he guides your mouth along his. 

“Fuck, get in, get in.” JJ rushes to the other side, turning the ignition on and getting to yours in record time. He had almost pulled over to the side of the road to fuck you then and there when you had started palming at him through his shorts, your other hand rubbing over the wet spot on your panties, moaning JJ’s name as he drove. 

You’re in your bathroom now, completely naked, sitting on your sink with your legs wrapped around JJ’s waist, his fingers curling into you over and over as you hold onto him, watching the way the muscles in his arm flex with every movement. You’d already come once— JJ refusing to stop, the heel of his hand pressing into your clit. 

“You mean all that shit you sent me? You really want me to put you in a headlock and fuck you from behind?” JJ’s breathless as he pulls away from your neck. 

“Mhm, please JJ.” You grind your hips forward, chasing your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you sure?” 

You smirk before turning your head to his other arm, biting down on his bicep as JJ groans, rutting his hips against your leg.

“M’sure, want it wrapped around me, pressing into my cheek while I watch in the mirror.” 

“If it’s too much or you need me to stop, tap my arm twice, okay?”

“I will, now please fuck me JJ.”

“You asked for it baby.” 

It’s so much — the stretch of him, the drag — every inch of his cock pushing through your warm wet walls.

He thrusts hard. Deep. 

You cry out—his tip hitting that soft spot inside you that has you shaking, knees threatening to give out. Your head falls forward — limp — eyes rolling back, not a single coherent thought running through you. 

You come back to the room when you feel a soft sting — JJ tugging at the roots of your hair — hard. His bicep presses into your cheek, arm tightening around your neck. You let out a strangled sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp. 

“Look at me, baby. You’re gonna watch me fuck you, watch me ruin you.” His lips brush over your ear, your eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his hot breath. 

JJ places a soft kiss to your cheek, smirking at you in the mirror, watching as your eyes struggle to stay open. His dick nudges that spot inside you again — hard, steady and then again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Your head threatens to fall forward, mind going dumb on the pleasure rolling through you. You let out a soft, almost broken sound. It’s so small, barely a whimper, a moan of JJ’s name. The sound runs down his spine, settling at the base, his hips thrusting forward even harder.

“Oh my god JJ! Fuuuck JJ — that’s — you feel—” Your words cut off with a loud moan as JJ fucks you harder, your hips jutting against the hard sink, sure to leave bruises. You can barely care when JJ’s fucking you so good, you see stars. 

Your hands scramble for purchase, landing on the edge of the sink and gripping tight before quickly moving to hold onto his arm as it tightens around your neck. 

JJ’s eyes snap to yours in the mirror, slowing his thrusts and loosening his grip for a second to check that you’re okay. You push your ass back onto him, and push your cheek into his bicep, giving him a small nod and smiling wickedly as you watch his eyes roll back when you fuck yourself back onto him. You turn your head in his grip, and bite down on his bicep — hard. 

“Fuck, my filthy girl, you’re so perfect.” JJ practically growls, grip tightening, locking your head in place. His other hand digs into your hip as he pounds into you — the sounds of skin smacking filling the room once more. 

“Fuck JJ, m’gonna come again, fuck fuck fuck, please JJ please.” Your eyes close as you feel yourself get close, snapping open when you feel JJ pull your hair. 

“Watch, don’t take your — fuckkk ahh baby — don’t take…your eyes off me when you come.” JJ grunts as he fucks you impossibly harder. 

Your orgasm crashes into you like never before — your vision going completely white as you babble JJ’s name incoherently, clenching around him again and again. 

“Fuck baby, m’so close, where do you want me — shit baby, m’coming.” 

“Inside JJ, please, please,” you beg as you push your hips back to meet his thrusts, desperate to feel him reach his high. He comes with a loud groan, spilling inside you as his hips falter. You feel the rush of him, warm and wet, and push your hips back harder, fucking him through it. You come again — hot and fast — gushing around him and JJ’s breath stutters, head falling limp to your shoulder.

“Fuck baby, did you just come again? That quick?” JJ’s breathless, eyes wide as he feels you clench around him, sucking him in — unable to let out anything other than a loud moan. 

Your body is trembling, legs like jelly and brain turned to complete mush, whimpering as he pulls out of you. You can barely breathe, eyes still fluttering shut, head falling limp onto JJ’s shoulder. He turns you in his hold, holding you to his chest as his hand rubs up and down your back. 

You pull back slowly, looking up at him — soft, dazed, worshipful. His hand comes to rest on the side of your face, thumb brushing back and forth across your cheek as he gazes down at you with pure adoration. 

“Fuck baby, are you okay?” 

You giggle softly, “More than okay, JJ, that was perfect.” 

His lips find yours in a soft kiss, smiling against your lips, before pulling away laughing. 

“Did you really come again just from me coming inside you?” JJ teases. 

Your hand swats at his chest, gasping in mock offense. “Shut up, you love it.” 

He chuckles as he kisses your forehead, “I do love it, and I love you.” 

You turn away from him to turn the shower on — smiling wide, teasing. 

“I love you too, but not as much as I love your biceps.” Your hand wraps around his right arm, squeezing tight as you fake moan. 

JJ rolls his eyes playfully, shaking his head at you. 

God, you’re perfect, he thinks. His girl.

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Fwb rafe stretching reader out after she’s been away for a while on vacation or smth 🫠🫠

sex w. bf!rafe after being on vacation

made this bf!rafe instead cause i felt like it fit more. hope you don't mind <3

warnings — unprotected sex, degradation, breeding kink, size kink, lewd language

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"two weeks," rafe grunts, his voice rough with frustration as he shoves a third finger deep into your pussy. "two weeks away from me and you've clamped shut like a fuckin' virgin."

you are splayed out on the edge of your mattress, your suitcase still abandoned by the door where you dropped it five minutes ago. you haven't even taken off your shoes. rafe didn't give you the chance. he has your legs hooked over his broad shoulders, bending you in half, exposing your tan-lined pussy to the harsh bedroom light and his relentless assault.

"rafe, slow down… it hurts," you hiss, your hips twitching involuntarily as he twists his wrist deep inside you.

"it's supposed to hurt," he retorts, sweating as he forces his fingers to scissor open, stretching your walls apart. "you think you can just go on vacation and forget how big i am? i have to make room."

he withdraws his hand, the wet squelch echoing loudly, only to immediately replace it with the blunt, angry head of his cock. he doesn't lube it up. he uses the juices he just coaxed out of you, spitting on the head for good measure before lining himself up. the sight of his erection — thick, vein-wrapped, and visibly throbbing — makes your breath hitch. it looks too big. after fourteen days of nothing, he looks massive.

"relax," he commands, grabbing your hips with bruising force to anchor you. "don't fight it. open up."

he pushes forward. it's a slow, gruelling invasion. the head of his cock forces your entrance to stretch into a wide, taut circle, the skin turning pale with the strain. you cry out, digging your nails into the duvet, feeling completely stuffed before he's even halfway in. the sensation is overwhelming — a feeling of being split open, filled to absolute capacity.

"fuck, you're tight," rafe groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels your internal muscles squeezing him in a panic. "look at you taking it. taking every inch."

he drives his hips forward in a sudden, brutal motion, burying himself to the hilt. the impact knocks the wind out of you. you feel him hit your cervix, a deep, dull thud that radiates through your entire core. you are completely impaled, your body moulded around his intrusion.

"there," he breathes, leaning down to bite the sensitive cord of your neck. "now you're full. now you remember who you belong to."

he doesn't start fast. he moves with agonising slowness, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip remains, then slamming back in to re-stretch you with every stroke. it's a torture of friction and fullness. he grinds his pubic bone against your clit, overstimulating you while he ruins your insides.

"did you touch yourself while you were gone?" he demands, slapping your thigh. "did you think about this? about my cock stretching you out?"

"yes," you sob, unable to lie. "rafe, please… harder."

"careful what you wish for."

he snaps. the slow, methodical stretching turns into a feral, desperate pounding. he hammers into you, his pace frantic, driven by fourteen days of pent-up need. the bed frame slams rhythmically against the wall, shaking the entire room. you're moaning loudly, incoherent pleas mixing with the wet, slapping sound of his skin colliding with yours. you feel stretched to the absolute limit, your body gaping open to accommodate him, adjusting to the sheer size of him until your entire world narrows down to the friction and the heat.

"i'm gonna wreck you," he snarls, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest. "i'm gonna leave you so loose you won't be able to walk for weeks."

he grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your skin, pulling you flush against him to maximise the depth. he hits your cervix with every thrust now, a bruising, deep pleasure that borders on pain. you wrap your legs around his back, locking your ankles to keep him there, desperate for the release building in your belly.

"rafe! i'm close! i'm gonna—!"

"cum on my cock," he roars, slamming his hips forward one last time. "squeeze on it."

your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave. your inner walls clamp down on his shaft, spasming violently. the sensation of your tightness crushing him pushes rafe over the edge. he groans, a deep, animalistic sound, and buries himself to the balls. he erupts, firing thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your womb. he pumps into you, unloading everything he's held back for two weeks, filling you until you feel heavy and bloated with his essence.

he stays there for a long time, chest heaving against yours, waiting until the very last twitch of his cock subsides. finally, he pulls out slowly. a gush of his seed mixed with your own fluids spills out of you, running down your inner thigh and soaking the sheets.

rafe stares at the mess, his eyes dark and possessive. he reaches down, swiping his thumb through the fluid leaking from your stretched, gaping entrance, and holds it up for you to see.

"see? i knew you had it in you."

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˖˚⊹ pool party for two

➤ summary: when Sarah leaves you alone in a pool late at night, Rafe shows up under the flimsy excuse of a “quick dip before bed.” ➤ w/c: 5.6k ➤ warnings: best friend's brother, smut, lots and lots of sexual tension, banter, enemies-to-lovers vibes, pool sex, semi-public, light degradation/teasing, breast play, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, possessive and down bad Rafe (who is also really annoying and has a big mouth)

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The water in Sarah’s outdoor pool was perfectly warm against your skin, and you, once again, thanked the universe that you had a friend who had this amazing thing at her house. Such a luxury, right? You didn’t like to interfere or be all up in people's faces or walk around their property like it was yours—you were a pogue, at the end of the day. It was a thing only Kooks on the island could brag about, the only ones who could afford it. But your amazing, precious best friend had the purest heart on earth, and she just wanted to have you around whenever she could, always inviting you like she hated to be here all alone.

You two always spent time together: on the beach, in this exact pool when the sun was just perfect, in her room during sleepovers, and at every party she was invited to, where you were basically attached at the hip. 

Today, Sarah brought you here again. The day was disgustingly hot today, so much that you refused to move from under the AC until the sun started to set. Now it was almost dark outside. Cameron's estate was fully lit with those fancy lights, as well as the giant pool itself, which now was glowing with blue and white illumination. You had your favorite bikini set on, even though it was fully hidden under the surface, while Sarah was lying on the pool border on her stomach, talking to you about the date she and John B were going to tomorrow. 

You moved around in the water lazily, savoring the feeling of it against your skin, feeling how your muscles relaxed from the pressure of the day. Your head was now finally free from all the thoughts and worries. It was peaceful and quiet except for Sarah's expressive voice. She was such a chatterbox. God, you loved how easy it was with her, how she let you be introverted when you felt like it while she talked your ear off. And you didn’t mind in the slightest. 

But out of nowhere, her head snapped up from being rested on her arms, and her eyes grew wide as she stopped mid-sentence.

“Shit.” She breathed, sitting up and briefly dipping her legs in the water.

“What?” You peeked one eye open, not moving from where you were sitting on the stairs with water up your chin. 

“Wheezie.” She groaned, looking back at the house, even though she knew that her little sister’s windows were not facing this part of the property. “She had that project for her school. Like… art or something, I think? She begged me to help her because dad’s not here.” You nodded to her words. “Can I? I mean you’re okay to be here alone for some time? I’ll try to be quick.” Her brows rose and lips pursed in that signature Sarah-only way—the one that made her look so cute and literally impossible to deny anything to. Not that you really wanted. 

“I am not going to act like I'm not enjoying the shit out of your pool, Sar.” 

She was gone like a whirlwind, her sparkly flip-flops slapping against the stone of the pavement as she almost ran towards the house. She turned around, blowing you a kiss and a toothy smile, and you just shook your head, unable to stop the warm feeling. 

Your eyes closed again when the only sound left was wildlife. You took a few moments to really appreciate the beauty of it all: the distant sound of waves, some creaking insects accompanying you from the flower bed down the path, and the soft buzz of the overhead light. Calmness felt like a warm blanket around you, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so at peace. 

The sound that made you a bit more aware of your surroundings was another pair of flip-flops against the pavement—though this one was firm and much slower, like the person had all the time in the world, and you could feel the cockiness seeping through without even having to look. 

Your eye peeked open again, and, of course, the one and only Rafe Cameron was walking towards you with that signature swing of his tall frame. You felt slightly annoyed that someone disturbed your alone time, not to mention that it was him, out of all people, but at the same time, a knot of nerves tightened low in your stomach. You knew that it was just that uneasy feeling he gave you whenever he was around, and nothing else. He just was an asshole, and it must’ve been your body’s reaction to seeing its natural stimulus. Right?

Rafe stopped at the far end of the pool, hands on his hips as if he were assessing the situation, wearing nothing but navy blue swimming shorts that were sitting agonizingly low on his body. The overhead lights were definitely the paid actors, you thought, because they cast just a perfect shadow over every single ridge of his tanned and surfing-trained body, making you just barely shift in your place. His hair was tousled like he’d run a hand through it a dozen times, and that teasing smirk was already tugging at his lips as he looked down at you.

“Well, well.” He drawled, voice low and lazy. “Didn’t know we had a stray Poguie in the pool tonight.” 

You straightened a little, suddenly hyper-aware of how little your bikini covered, as the silhouette of your body was probably evident from the place where he was standing. The water suddenly felt cooler against your heated skin, and the perfect momentum of calmness seemed to vanish the moment Rafe started circling you. “Sarah invited me. Pretty sure that makes me a guest, not a stray. You gonna call security, Cameron?”

He chuckled, that deep, rumbling sound that always managed to crawl under your skin in more ways than one. “Nah. Not yet.” Rafe didn’t waste any more time as he stepped down the opposite stone steps, sinking into the perfectly-feeling water. Your eyes were steadied on him, and he didn’t look away from you either, like he was waiting for you to say something else so he could continue this little banter you always got going on. While you just hoped it wasn’t too obvious the way you were staring at the droplets of water clinging to his collarbone. “Just here for a quick dip before bed. Long day.”

“You’re such a liar, Rafe.” You couldn’t help a scoff and the way your eyes rolled back at that blatant lie. “You never swim here, especially not before going to sleep.”

He walked over the shallow part of the pool, moving in your direction, eyes sharp and far too knowing. They dragged over you, over your face and wet hair you tried to save by pinning up in a claw clip, then absolutely shamelessly slid down under the water, clearly seeing the outlines of your bright bikini.

“You know my routine, baby?” The corner of his mouth twitched. 

“I don’t care about your routine, but I know you’re full of bullshit.” 

“That’s my pool. Think you can dictate the rules now?”

You felt your blood starting to boil again. Because he was right—it was his pool, his house, and he was allowed to do whatever his stupid head dictated to him. So you pursed your lips, looking away from him to save yourself some headache, hoping that the lack of interest from you would just bore him. But it was Rafe, right? The most insufferable person who could annoy anybody on purpose, as if he had taken special lessons for that exact matter, so you should’ve really known better than to try to play these games with him. 

The water splashed in your face so suddenly it made your breath hitch. The next reaction was anger that suddenly started filling you with surprising intensity because this asshole was just looking at you all proud and with a stupid grin plastered on his face. The one that always drove you up the wall. Not to mention, he had all this fucking ridiculously giant, luxurious pool, but he chose to saunter over closer to you just to get on your nerves.

“Why so sulky?” He teased, moving his hand over the surface again and relishing the way it washed over your face. You stood up, your feet finding the slippery ground of the pool, eyes throwing daggers in his direction. Rafe’s eyes weren’t subtle in the slightest with the way he looked down at your tits in your bikini top now finally presented to him in full view. The water drops rolled down the tips of your wet hair, down your face, and prettily defined collarbones until they mixed with pool water. 

You were livid. So easily annoyed that it brought a wicked kind of satisfaction to Rafe’s face. The only opportunity for him to get any type of reaction out of you. You moved closer to him, just exactly the way he wanted, even if you didn’t realize it yet, with war written in your eyes. 

"You're such an asshole!” You splashed the water back at him, in the most childish way possible, easily falling for his bait to get to you. He laughed, deep and warm, as if he already expected that move from you, and it did nothing but irritate the hell out of you. 

He wiped the droplets from his smug face, taking one step towards you subtly, with water hiding all of the movements in a way it glistened around you. “And you’re so easy to piss off, don’t even have to do much.” 

You glared at him, chest rising and falling faster than the situation warranted. “Easy? You’re the one who came out here like a creep the second Sarah left. What, were you watching from your window like some pervert?”

Rafe’s grin only widened, predatory and far too pleased. He took another slow step forward, the water swirling around his waist. Those navy shorts clung to his hips, the wet fabric outlining the sharp V-lines disappearing beneath them. You hated how your eyes kept betraying you.

“Pervert?” He echoed, voice dripping with mock offense, with hands in the air as if he were completely innocent. “I’m just enjoying my pool. You’re the one standing there in that pathetic excuse for a bikini, looking like a walking wet dream.” You squirmed at his words, realizing that he and his stupid distractions brought you to the exact position he wanted—you stood in the shallow part too, water barely reaching your ribs and exposing almost half of your body to his eyes. 

Your face heated up. You crossed your arms over your chest even though it did little to help the situation, with the way your boobs squeezed together, the wet fabric of your top now practically translucent under the glowing pool lights. Rafe’s gaze dropped shamelessly, darkening. The water suddenly felt too warm and too cold at the same time, the exposure and the awkward feeling hitting you all at once—it was too intimate to stay in here with your best friend’s brother with barely any clothes on. And, to be fair, you hated how exactly it made you feel inside.

You bit your tongue, swallowing your pride once again. You had no power nor intention to keep going back and forth when Rafe had a comeback for everything and anything and a smart mouth that could really get him places. You turned around, going further into the deep part of the pool to get to the opposite stairs and maybe wait for Sarah in her room or help Wheezie too—anything to get away from the guy who was burning holes through you with his intense eyes. You hated how he made you feel, hated how your body reacted in a weird way whenever Rafe tried to rage bait or annoy you. You hated that weird flip in your stomach, that burning feeling in between your thighs when he looked down at you in that teasing mockery with a devilish grin plastered on his stupidly pretty face. You just needed to stay away from him as much as possible, because none of it was right. 

“I was talking to you.” Rafe’s voice came from behind you, far closer for your liking. You felt the movement, felt your heart racing as the realization that he wasn’t letting you go that easily settled in. “Why are you so complicated?” 

Rafe’s hand found yours underwater, easily spinning you around by just a grip on your wrist—an innocent touch that made the blood in your veins feel sparkly. You glared at him again when he didn’t let go of your hand—instead, he trailed up your forearm, dragging you back in his direction until you had to stop it with the palms of your hands flat against his solid chest. He was so impossibly close your breath hitched for a second. Your mind went blank when Rafe was the same height as you, as he was able to reach the bottom and you were now held afloat only by his hold. Your legs were still dangling under water, toes barely reaching the floor, and those stupid and a bit frantic movements just made you brush against him.

You were face-to-face, way too close for it to be innocent and normal. So close that you could see the freckles on his nose and a few different shades of blue in his eyes—the ones that stared at you with shameless intensity. 

“Why are you running, huh?” He murmured, voice low and rough. “Scared you’ll like what happens if you stay?”

“I’m not scared of you.” You shot back, but your voice came out breathier than you intended. Your hands didn’t push him away either. “I just don’t want to deal with your bullshit tonight.”

Rafe started shifting even closer. He couldn’t hold back a smile at the fire in your eyes, at the way you tried to be all nonchalant and calm even though he could tell your body was in panic mode because of the whole situation. You weren’t new to his teasing, after all. But he was sick with all this push and pull, having to have you around close enough to always see you, but not close enough for it to be something more. So maybe he had decided that it was it—the day he caught you, made you face him, and made you tell him exactly what you felt, because he knew he wasn’t delusional about it all. 

He made sure to have you all to himself at least for an hour when he paid Wheezie to keep Sarah occupied no matter what. 

Your skin was slick and smooth under his palm when he finally put his hand around your waist. You wanted to protest, to move back, even if your whole body reacted to that innocent touch in the most embarrassing way possible. But Rafe still didn’t allow you to do so. The only thing that was your warning was the way his hungry, lust-filled eyes dropped to your lips before he brought your body closer to him and kissed you. 

Stupidly enough, it did feel like sparks. It did feel like something just fell right into place. It did feel like those sappy rom-com scenes where people were having their kiss with a person they yearned for. At first you tried to resist, to push at his chest. But who were you kidding? Then, a second later, your body sagged in the water, fingers digging into his forearms. Rafe let himself guide the kiss, pulling at your lower lip teasingly, before pushing his tongue in your mouth and groaning like he had just found treasure. You were held afloat only by his arm around you, as water made your body feel completely weightless. 

You were too unaware of your surroundings. Fully lost in the kiss, in the feeling of his surprisingly soft yet demanding lips, you didn’t even notice when Rafe carried you towards the corner until the cooling sensation of the slick pool wall made you gasp in his mouth. Your back arched on instinct as you broke the kiss, but you quickly realized that his tall and big frame had fully blocked you from escaping. 

Rafe looked down at you, noticing the hair that was now half wet and sticking to your neck in a weirdly sexy way, the way your chest was moving with each long breath you took in, and the way your lips were plump and shiny with your shared spit. He wanted to ruin you, completely and utterly. He wanted to let all of his feelings out on you until you were left as a trembling mess, and his cock was already painfully hard and waiting against the front of his trunks. 

Water lapped gently around your bodies, but everything else felt electric—his chest rising and falling against yours, the hard plane of his stomach brushing your navel with every breath, the undeniable outline of his growing arousal trapped between you under the thin layers of soaked fabric.

“Rafe—“ You started something that sounded more like a gasp of his name than a protest, but he kissed you again, shutting you up oh so effectively, holding you flush against him with one hand. The other one started wandering, starting its way from your back, then down the curve of your ass, fingers toying with the strings of your bikini. 

The kiss was agonizing and dirty, wet and desperate, as if Rafe were trying to devour you right then and there. He moaned into your mouth, sliding his tongue against yours until your head became empty and body became mush in his hands. You didn’t even register when the slow-simmering feeling in your belly turned into a fire, when your thighs started pressing together in an attempt to relieve some pressure. 

He pulled back again, eyes half-lidded and dark, droplets of water clinging to his lashes. That smirk was still there, but softer now, edged with something much more natural and subtle. “Say you don’t want this and I’ll stop.” Rafe murmured against your lips, voice rough like gravel. His leg nudged your knee, and you let your legs spread obediently. He brought your body closer, letting himself step in between your thighs, then his hips rolled forward once, slow and deliberate, letting you feel exactly how hard he was. “But we both know you’re not gonna do that, baby.”

Your breath shook, every point where you were touching each other felt almost burning. Your thighs tightened around him, locking around his hips. You were giving up. Your body was betraying you. You felt too weak when he looked at you like this, felt too tired of the constant tension, and felt now too horny and turned on to let Rafe go. The feeling of his cock was shocking, the imprint so obvious through the few pathetic layers that separated you, and you would lie to yourself if you said that you had never imagined how the weight of him would feel in your hand or buried deep inside. 

Rafe took the conflict in your eyes as a sign to make another move, to make your body fully addicted to his touch and the way he made you feel. He left one hand under your ass, lifting you a bit higher to the surface. He leaned in, teeth grazing the column of your neck just enough to leave faint marks. Your moans turned into soft gasps as you let yourself relish the moment and let your own hands wander and grip his wet strands of hair. 

Rafe’s mouth trailed down, kissing your collarbone and your shoulder until your skin got covered in goosebumps and you started trembling in his arms. He reached blindly to the back of your neck, fingers tugging at the flimsy bow that held your bikini top together. 

Two triangles fell forward so suddenly, your tits sitting prettily and exposed right in front of his fucking face. You gasped, hand flying to either cover yourself up or to push at his shoulders, but then his mouth was on you, and your head tipped back with a breathy moan that was a mixture of his name and a curse. Rafe locked his lips around your perky nipple, munching on it as a deep sound of satisfaction rumbled in his chest. He licked and gently tugged with his teeth until it was borderline torture, then switched to the other side and did the same to give them both an equal amount of attention. 

You didn’t know how much time you were lost somewhere in the clouds while your covered pussy was trying to find any type of needed friction, which ended up being his abs. But then Rafe pulled you back down with a satisfied, devilish grin on his face, releasing your nipple with a wet and nasty pop that made you clench around nothing in a most pathetic way. “Been waiting to do this for so long.” He breathed, grinning and looking down into your eyes when you were mostly in water again. One hand was still holding you firmly against his chest with your tits now pressed to him, and another one was gripping and massaging your thigh while it was slowly but firmly moving towards your pussy. “Can you tell me how much you want it, baby?”

His velvety voice went straight to your pulsing core. You felt the fingers sliding along the hem of your bikini bottom, not touching you yet, but making your body shudder with anticipation. You shook your head no weakly, feeling how your eyes fluttered. 

Rafe tsked under his breath. His lips nipped at the side of your neck again, leaving wet and mouthy kisses, while his fingers slid over your covered pussy. He ran over the fabric once, then once again. The material was clinging to your skin, making it so obvious how aroused you were. The fingers pressed firmer against the soaked bikini, rubbing slow, deliberate circles right over your clit like he knew exactly what he was doing. The thin material did nothing to dull the sensation. Your hips jerked forward on instinct, chasing his touch, and a low, satisfied chuckle rumbled out of his chest.

“Look at that.” He murmured, lips brushing your ear. “You’re fucking dripping for me. Been soaked since I walked out here, haven’t you?”

You wanted to deny it. You wanted to call him an arrogant asshole and push him away just to prove a point. But the way his fingers kept stroking you—confident, knowing, relentless—made your mouth fall open in a silent moan instead. Your head tipped back against the pool edge, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure sparked through your core.

“Rafe…” His name came out shaky, almost pleading.

“That’s right. Say my name again.” He pushed the crotch of your bikini bottoms to the side, finally giving himself access to your body. Two thick fingers dragged through your bare folds, spreading your sticky wetness before he sank them inside you without any warning.

You gasped, eyes opening and barely focusing on the bright overhead lights, when your pussy welcomed him inside, trying to suck his fingers in as if she were greedy for anything he could give. Rafe worked you open with an intention to prepare you for what he was planning next, but also just loving how your body felt all around him. Relishing, finally, the moment when all of his fantasies came true and he could treat you the way you deserved. 

For the few agonizing minutes, his fingers and his mouth near your ear were the only things you could feel and think of. Rafe pumped inside of you slowly, curling his fingers in a way that made your thighs twitch around him and white dots appear in front of your eyes. You moaned softly and rocked your hips almost way too desperately, chasing the release you never knew you needed. 

Rafe’s thumb brushed over your clit, testing your reaction, noting the way your body jolted again, then rolled it softly until a high-pitched moan escaped from your lips and he could feel your velvety walls starting to clamp around him. Rafe pulled his face away from your neck, eyes briefly darting to the dark spot visible there, as he withdrew his fingers away from you, leaving you hanging on the edge. 

“Please! I need to—“ You should’ve been embarrassed of how desperately you sounded when you choked on your own words, but your head felt too heavy to worry about it now. You wanted to cry from the loss, from how close to cumming you were, when Rafe deprived you of it and left your pussy empty and clenching around nothing. 

“Need to cum?” He asked softly, the mockery barely heard in his voice, and your head nodded once, just barely. 

Rafe finally pulled the front of his swim trunks down, releasing his heavy cock with a deep sigh of relief. You were so closely pressed to him that you felt the weight of it against the lower part of your belly, shuddering with anticipation and pure, animalistic lust you felt right now. You rolled your hips again, gripping his shoulders for dear life, digging your nails in the firm muscles, and finally looked at the face that was studying you with precision. 

Your foreheads touched in a brief moment, eyes locked on each other in a way that felt too intimate, too desperate when Rafe ran the head of his cock over your slit and then slowly sank inside. He kissed you again to swallow your moan that carried both a surprise and relief from the stretch. He nestled so perfectly inside of you, filling you in a way you’ve never felt before. It was weird, borderline painful, but it made you clamp harder around him, grip his shoulders even tighter, and fully lock your legs behind his back.

“Fuck—shit, you’re so perfect around me.” He moaned into the kiss, your lips both wet with your spit and splashing water, but you didn’t care. “Baby, fuck!” Your back pressed harder into the pool wall when Rafe made the first experimental thrust, setting your body on fire with how deep he went.

“Oh—oh my god! R-Rafe—please!” You threw your head back, eyes rolling when his large hands gripped your thighs and moved you up and down his cock. He grunted, twitching inside of you when you involuntarily squeezed around him, lunging forward to suck on your suddenly exposed neck. 

The pace quickly turned overwhelming. Rafe had you trapped between his warm, massive body and the slick pool wall, making it nearly impossible to escape or move when every nerve in you felt like it was being electrocuted. He had you open for him underwater—thighs spread wide to fit him in—while he fed his cock into your cunt with every harsh, deliberate thrust.

Water surged and splashed around your joined bodies with each snap of his hips. The glow of the underwater lights painted everything in shifting blues and whites, highlighting the way his shoulders flexed, the way droplets clung to his collarbones, and the way his jaw clenched every time your pussy tried to suck him back in.

“Fuck, look at you.” Rafe growled, voice rough and strained, unable to look away from your fucked-out face—the one he dreamed about for many months before that. “Taking me so deep. You’re so fucking perfect for me, baby... All that attitude earlier and now you’re dripping down my cock.”

You tried to snap back, to come up with something sharp and witty to make that half-lazy smirk vanish from that perfectly pretty face. But you just couldn’t. All that came out was a broken moan, a breathy sound of his name when your hand touched his face. Your head dropped forward again, your foreheads resting against each other and mouths open while you panted and brushed your lips against each other with every move of Rafe’s hips. You brushed his face, lazily rubbing the clean-shaven cheek, staring deep into his dark eyes like it was the most natural thing for you.

You felt the pressure building low in your belly, as it was crawling in too quickly with the way his thick and veiny cock was grinding deep into you. But the thoughts kept coming back, the bitterness suddenly clouding your mind in the moment you should’ve enjoyed being fucked in the best way you could, as old and secret insecurities kept coming to the surface. You swallowed hard, eyes stinging for reasons that had nothing to do with the chlorine, when you finally managed a hoarse, "You don’t even like me.”

His laugh was breathless, almost pained. He almost completely stopped his movements, making you hiss at the feeling that your orgasm was vanishing slowly, with only the slow and shallow rocking of his cock keeping that fire alive. “You told yourself that, not me.” Rafe punctuated the words with a particularly deep thrust that made your back arch off the tiles and grip him harder even when your lips pouted. “I’ve been half out of my mind wanting you for months. Watching you around my fuckin’ house, watching you being everywhere I went, letting you talk back to me with this damn mouth of yours because it makes me hard when you’re being feisty like this… I paid my little sister off just so I could finally get you alone.”

The bitterness that had tried to settle in your chest cracked a little. You hated how much you wanted to believe him. Hated how good he felt still stretching you open. Hated how your body kept clenching around him like it never wanted him to leave.

“Still doesn’t mean you like me.” You whispered, the words more stubborn than convincing.

Rafe’s smirk returned, softer this time, almost fond. “Keep telling yourself that.” He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard enough to make water surge up between your bodies. “I’ll just keep proving you wrong.”

Whatever reply you had died the moment he set a new rhythm—faster, deeper, more punishing, bringing you back to the height you were before he slowed down. One of his hands stayed under your thigh, holding you open for him, while the other braced against the pool wall beside your head. Every thrust forced a soft, broken sound from your lips. The water made everything slicker and more intense, and the wet slap of skin on skin mixed with the quiet night sounds around the estate.

“Fuck—Rafe—” Your nails dug into his shoulders as the pressure built again, sharper and more overwhelming than before. “I’m gonna—”

“I know.” His voice was strained, almost desperate. “I feel you, baby. Come for me—fuck, please. Been waiting too fucking long for this.” His thumb found your clit suddenly, rubbing tight, perfect circles in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation tipped you over the edge so fast it stole your breath. Your orgasm crashed through you in hard, pulsing waves, your walls clamping down around his cock as you cried out against his mouth. Your pussy pulsated around him in tune with every little shudder that ran through your body, making Rafe groan low and deep, burying himself to the hilt and following right after—hips stuttering as he spilled hot and deep inside you. 

Your legs shook, mouth open at the foreign feeling of his warm cum coating you from the inside, probably ruining the water with the way he still pushed his cock in softly. 

You two stayed locked for a few minutes, arms fully wrapped around each other like you didn’t want to let go of that moment, chests heaving in unison. Your head dropped in the crock of his neck, damp from water and sweat, and Rafe held you just a bit tighter, letting his lips brush your temple in a gesture that was too intimate yet so natural. 

Eventually he eased out carefully, fixing your bikini bottoms with surprising gentleness before reaching up to retie the strings of your top. His fingers lingered at the nape of your neck a second longer than necessary. “You’re not gonna play it cool with me now, you hear me?” He touched your cheek, brushing his thumb under your eye as you leaned in to the touch. 

You looked up at his flushed face with pink cheeks and a satisfied yet careful smile. His eyes seemed softer, warmer than you’ve ever seen before as they darted between your eyes and your tempting lips. Rafe brushed a wet strand of hair from your cheek, and it made something in your chest tighten painfully. 

Somewhere inside the house a door opened. Distant voices drifted out into the night—Sarah’s unmistakable laugh mixed with Wheezie’s higher one. Rafe’s expression shifted instantly as he pulled back and swam a few strokes away, floating on his back like he’d been casually cooling off the whole time. You stayed closer to the wall, legs numb and your face probably looking like a hot mess, as you tried to will your racing heart and flushed skin back to normal.

The water still felt warmer than it should. Your body still hummed with the ghost of his hands and mouth and the stretch of him inside you when you dipped yourself fully in the water for a few seconds to freshen up. 

Complicated didn’t even begin to cover the situation you two got yourself into.

But as Sarah’s sparkly flip-flops slapped back toward the pool deck, you found Rafe’s eyes fixated on you again. And you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him either. 

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[cameronsbabydoll]

plushie protocol ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ₊˚⊹♡

rafe cameron x bunny!reader

content warnings: suggestive tension, naive!reader, fluff, light teasing

authors note: divider by @cursed-carmine

you always forgot about the plushies.

it wasn’t until rafe was halfway through kissing down your neck, one heavy hand planted beside your head while the other rested warm against your waist, that your eyes would suddenly flutter open wide.

“wait.”

rafe freeze immediately, lifting his head just enough to squint down at you. his hair is messy from your fingers, his expression already edged with irritation.

“what now, bunny?”

your cheeks burn as you glanced over his shoulder toward the headboard.

all of them were sitting there.

your stuffed bunnies, your little bears, the pink strawberry plush your grandma got you when you were seven, all lined up neatly against your pillows with their stitched little smiles pointed directly at the bed.

you press your lips together, mortified.

“they can’t look.”

rafe stares at you for a second, dead silent.

then he’d let out a slow breath through his nose.

“you’re kidding.”

“i’m serious,” you whisper, squirming under him. “it’s embarrassing.”

his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh, but your already be nudging at his shoulder, wide eyes pleading.

“please?”

and because rafe could never say no when you looked at him like that, he pushes himself up with a groan.

“unbelievable.”

you sit up quickly, smoothing down your pink pajama top as you carefully turned each plushie around one by one, making sure none of them were facing the bed.

“there,” you murmur, satisfied. “now they won’t feel awkward.”

“they’re stuffed animals.”

you glance back at him with that little pout he secretly hated because it always made him cave.

“they have feelings.”

rafe dragged a hand down his face. “right. sure they do.”

sometimes, though, if he was already feeling impatient, he wouldn’t bother waiting.

he’d just grab a whole armful of them and toss them dramatically onto the floor.

that was always his mistake.

because the second the soft thumps hit the carpet, your whole face would crumple.

your glossy eyes would dart down to where they’d landed, horrified.

“rafe.”

the way you said his name would make his stomach drop instantly.

“oh, come on.”

you’d already be scrambling off the bed, dropping to your knees to gather them into your arms.

“mr. berry landed face down,” you’d whisper, sounding genuinely devastated. “he could’ve gotten squished.”

“bunny, it’s a damn pillow with a face stitched on it.”

you’d look up at him, lower lip trembling.

“help me pick them up.”

and just like that, he’d lose. every single time.

with a muttered curse, he’d climb off the bed and crouch beside you, helping collect every last plushie while you directed him on where they belonged.

“daisy goes by the lamp.”

“which one’s daisy?”

“the one with the bow.”

“they all got bows.”

you’d let out a tiny offended gasp, clutching mr. berry protectively to your chest.

“you don’t know them at all!”

“didn’t realize i was expected to memorize your stuffed animal roster.”

still, he’d put them back exactly where you wanted.

and once every plushie was safe and properly arranged, you’d crawl right into his lap, all soft and warm and smelling faintly like strawberries from the lotion you always used.

your arms would loop around his neck, and you’d press a sweet little kiss to his cheek.

“thank you,” you’d murmur. “they’re not upset anymore.”

rafe rolls his eyes, but his hands would settle on your waist, holding you there.

“good. was real worried about what the damn strawberry thought of me.”

you smile, completely missing the sarcasm, and nuzzle closer.

“i knew you’d help. you’re nicer than you pretend to be.”

[rafeslovebug]

— .✦ ݁˖ HOUSE TOUR . . . single!dad!rafe x kindergarten!teacher!reader

in which . . . a blind date with a single dad? heck, yeah!

warnings . . . awkward rafe (only in the beginning 😛), smut, oral (f receiving), tit sucking, piv, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing, praise kink (i think), side note: i'm bad at this

MAN'S BEST FRIEND writing marathon . . . fic #11

— this concept is fully inspired by @delilahsturniolo !

the fancy restaurant was everything you had expected. never once were you able to go there by yourself, so when you were set up in a blind date by one of your friends in this specific restaurant, you know you just have to do it. that's how you get yourself waiting for a man, almost leaving when it took you two glasses of drink finished in the span of time.

you got up from your seat, already walking away from the reserved table as you sigh to yourself thinking that you've been stood up when a voice calls out from behind you making you turn on your heel. "how long have you been waiting?" he was out of breath, trying to keep himself composed, "i'm so sorry, something came up last minute and i didn't have your number. i'm such an idiot!"

your mouth were agape, not once expecting for this to happen as you stand there in silence. "please, have a seat." he calls out, already making his way to your side before pulling your chair back out for you to sit. he fixes his tie right after sitting down, trying his best not to be awkward—and failing—apologizing once more, "i'm truly sorry. this wasn't apart of my plans at all."

seeing how nervous he looks, you try your best to assure him, "it's okay, i understand." with a smile that made him falter slightly when he made eye contact with you. "let's—let's order first?" he asks, scratching his eyebrow as he calls for the waiter. the both of you spent the next few minutes ordering, him telling you to order whatever you want even if it's too much because he had made you wait. you refused at first—acting like you are—but ended up ordering half the menu.

the two of you were left alone right after, him clearing his throat as he try to start a conversation. "what do you do for a living?" he asks, and you can see how he's trying not to curse himself out for asking the most boring question ever, holding in your own laughter at how cute he's being. "i'm a kindergarten teacher," you nodded to yourself and his eyes widened slightly as if he wasn't expecting it at all. "shocking, i know."

"what? no—i didn't mean—" he stutters, thinking that he had screwed everything up all because he couldn't hide his own reaction. taking a deep breath, "it's not shocking. i just didn't think that a kindergarten teacher would go out on dates like this, you know?" that made you laugh, did he think that someone with an occupation like you doesn't have a personal life? "i messed up again, didn't i?" he closed his eyes in embarrassment when he sees you laughing at him.

"we do get a little too caught up in our work, if that's what you're trying to say." you're smiling ear to ear now, trying to suppress your own laughter as you bit on your lower lip. he sigh, "i'm actually so bad at this because it's been a long time since the last date i've been to." as he shook his head with a smile tugging on his lips, looking at you now. you couldn't help yourself, but stare into his eyes—beautiful eyes—as you listen to him talk.

"and how did it end?" you softly ask, chin propped on your palm with your elbow on the table. "it didn't end well." he hesitated at first, rethinking every decision he's about to make before letting out a breath, "and before this go any further, i think i should tell you—or warn you—" both your hands were on the table now as you wait for him to continue, a bit nervous from the way he's acting. "i have a daughter."

"i'm a single dad," he closes his eyes then, "you can leave now if you want, i'm just telling you now so that you won't feel like i'm lying—" you stopped his rambling by taking his hand in yours, making him look at you. "i appreciate you telling me now," you started, "but i really don't mind." if anything, it only turns you on even more. a responsible man? yes, please. your answer made him smile almost too widely, his teeth now showing. "really?" he was in disbelief.

"yeah, it's not like you're a serial killer or something." a beat of silence, "or are you one, too?" you awkwardly add, your smile dropping comically that it made him laugh. he shook his head, "i can assure you that i'm not,"

"well, that's a relief." you let out a sigh, all the awkwardness melting away now that his nervousness seems to fade away as he continue laughing.

dinner went well, you learned many things about him—some of them being unexpected—and you tell him things about you just as much. when you ask him about his daughter, he would tell you everything about her with nothing, but fondness in his eyes like she was everything to him—she is.

the night air hits your bare shoulders when the two of you step out of the restaurant, walking side by side along the sidewalk in a comfortable silence. "so," you started, and he hummed, "so," dragging the word out before stopping in his tracks to look at you. "i should get going," you can almost see the disappointment in his face when you say it, clearly not wanting the night to end.

"yeah," he scratches the back of his head, looking away from you rather awkwardly. you hummed, kissing his cheek as you tell him goodbye—you can see him turning red just a bit—already pulling out your phone before walking away. "wait—" his voice calls you out, his footsteps getting closer towards you yet again. "how are you going home?"

you show him the screen to your phone, "uber." as you try to continue what you were doing, but he stopped you before you could go any further. "let me send you home."

"really?" you ask in disbelief, never experiencing this type of date before. most guys you went on a date with were pretty much assholes, never once caring about you after the date ended because in their exact same word, you're the most boring person they had gone out with. "yeah," he says almost breathlessly, already leading you to his car.

the drive was surprisingly wasn't filled with awkward silence as he try to converse with you—you thought that it was kinda cute of him—and you telling him the directions to your house. you don't know why, but you actually trusted him in taking you home, even telling him the exact address to your house without a doubt. the car came to a stop, the two of you sitting there in silence before you turn to look at him.

"thank you for dinner, i had a really great time." you hummed as you nod towards him. both his hands were still on the steering wheel—like he was holding himself back from doing something he shouldn't, "i had a great time, too." and as if he had remembered something, he took off his seatbelt, telling you to wait before rounding the car to your side to open the door for you.

you chuckled when he held his hand out for you to take, "thank you," but he didn't let go of your hand even after you had gotten out, with you not making any effort to do so, too. as if something had strike up an encouragement inside you, "do you want to come in?"

his silence scared you, thinking that he's probably thinking that you're weird for even asking that on a first date. "it's okay if you don't want to—i was just, you know," it's your turn to trip over your words now, already trying to pull your hand away from his, but he had only tighten his hold on yours. "i'm sorry that was so—" you tried again, but before you can finish your rambling, he's already leaning in for a kiss—it was almost rushed, both his hands holding your face now—you can hear him whispering "fuck it" to himself as if to reassure himself.

you melted almost immediately into the kiss, arms wrapping themselves around his neck as you pull him closer. he backed you up until your back hits his car, his hand going down to pick up one of your thighs to hold them against his waist as the other one went down to your waist to pull you closer against him that you can feel his chest against yours—his heart beating so fast it was actually turning you on knowing that it's from the effect you have on him.

that's what led the two of you here—you laying flat on your back with your dress pushed up your waist as he bury his face there, in between your legs—your panties were basically ripped off from you, leaving you bare in front of him. the buttons to his shirt were undone, tie left forgotten as he grip your thighs to pull you closer with his tongue diving into you like a man starving.

you can feel yourself getting closer, moaning out his name as your fingers went down into his hair, "'m so close, rafey—" you whine out, pulling him closer. he can sense it from the way you're pulsing around his tongue that you're close, but before anything could happen, he pulls away from you making you whimper out of frustration—he was teasing you.

"need to feel you around me when you do, yeah?" you can see the smirk plastered on his face as he kisses his way up from your inner thighs to your stomach, pushing the dress further up with him. he stopped in his tracks when he sees your bare chest—nipples hardening from the air hitting your skin—pulling away just to get a better look at you. "beautiful,"

and without a warning, he latches his mouth around one of your breasts—tongue swirling around your nipple—making you arch your back, urging him closer as his hand went up to cup the other one. you were a mess under him, hands going to his shoulders as you grip onto his shirt. he pulls away for just a second to shrug his shirt off, throwing it somewhere around the room just to let you mark him properly.

you can feel him leaving marks here and there before switching to the other side of your breast, but you couldn't care less at that moment. his grunts against your skin made your whole body shook, feeling too much at the moment.

when he had given your breasts enough of his attention, he pulls away to kiss you—deep—making you moan into the kiss when you feel his tongue moving against yours. that's when he fully takes your dress off of you, leaving you bare in front of him. his stare made you falter slightly, moving your hands to cover yourself up just for him to stop you with a click of his tongue, "no hiding from me."

you swear you felt yourself getting wetter if that's even possible at that point.

not wasting any second, he unbuckle his belt before pushing his pants down along with his boxer, your mouth falling open to the sight of him. "you're drooling," he chuckled, hand going down to hold you by the chin so you're looking at him and it only made you even more breathless. lining himself up to your entrance, you gasp when he nudge his head in.

"are you okay?" his voice was soft, opposite of what the two of you're doing as he brushes your hair away from your face with his free hand. "mhm," you managed to let out, nodding your head as you look at him, but he shook his head as he pull away from your entrance and you whine at the loss. "use your words, baby." you bit your lower lip to the nickname, closing your eyes just to keep yourself composed.

"yes—'m okay," you whimpered, already shifting yourself closer to him that it made the smirk on his face wider. without any warning, he pushes himself into you—inch by inch—burying himself deep into you. your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling, hands reaching out for him blindly. he leaned down, peppering your face with kisses to distract you before moving inside you.

it felt so good, you thought, but it wasn't enough. "faster, please," you whine out, arms wrapping themselves around his neck. he didn't say anything, wrapping your thighs around him tighter as he moves, the sound 'plap, plap, plap' filling the space of your room the faster he gets. you can feel him trailing kisses everywhere he can reach, leaving marks here and there as your nails scratch the skin on his back—the pain urging him closer.

"fuck, you feel so good." he grunts out, forehead dropping to your shoulder when he feels you clenching around him. you can feel him getting closer, not missing the way he's pulsing inside you. without another thought, you lock your ankles around him to stop him from pulling out.

"need to feel you inside me, rafe—" you whine out, pulling him closer to kiss him and instead of slowing down, he went faster as one of his hands went down to where the two of you are connected to circle his thumb around your clit. you were seeing stars at that point, head spinning as nonsense keep tumbling their way out of your mouth.

"shit," he whimpered out, his forehead dropping onto yours as he finally spill himself inside you. you can feel him painting your walls white with his release as he slow down his pace, riding you through your highs. when he finally pulls out, you feel yourself clenching around nothing at the loss. his eyes were stuck to the mess between your legs, his own release spilling out of you as he pushes them back in using his own finger making you whine as you try to close your legs.

he laughs softly at that, hovering over you before leaving a kiss on your forehead, "you did so good f'me," and it only made you rub your thighs against each other at the compliment. the awkward guy at the restaurant? gone. you don't know what you had expected from the blind date set up by your friend, but it surely is not this.

from how good it was, you're not even questioning the fact that he's a dad because he had shown you exactly why he is one. are you complaining, though? nope.

🍒 divider creds :— @enchanthings

taglist: @ssugartalkin , @drewstarkeyswife-7 , @literallygabbie , @virgovamps , @st8rkey , @leonkennedyscums1ut , @ladywistledownxo

ᝰ.ᐟ🖇️ i know, i've said this before, but this will actually be my last time writing smut fr fr i'm so bad at it ✌️🫩 also, what do we think about this pairing? 🤔

[filmjules]

𓏲⋆ RAFE KNOWS JUST HOW TO SHUT YOU UP

CONTENT ⋮ oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, fingering

You had a bad habit.

It wasn’t drinking or drugs like the kooks you surrounded yourself with, but talking. Blabbering on and on whether the person you were speaking to was listening or not.

It wasn’t that you didn’t notice. You just didn’t care.

When people rolled their eyes and made faces to each other, thinking you were just an idiot, you noticed. It just made you want to keep talking. Keep annoying them.

Why should you not be yourself because others have short tempers?

Rafe both loved that you had that attitude, and hated how much you talked. Not all the time, but when he was already in a bad mood and you just kept blabbing about useless information?

“And then she told me that her boyfriend, y’know the one with long hair that’s always a little greasy?” Rafe grunted from his seat across the room. “He was cheating on her the entire time they were dating. And to make it even worse it was her best friend! ...Who also happens to be his cousin... but that’s a whole separate issue,” you rambled on and on about your day and the new drama you’d been told when you went out for lunch.

It wasn’t like you actually cared about any of it, you just liked talking. Specifically, you liked talking to Rafe, even when he was being annoying.

Like right now, only responding to you in grunts and sighs.

“Rafe.”

“Yeah, baby?” His voice was gruff and strained with barely resisted annoyance.

Deciding to play around a bit, trying to get a reaction out of him, you let your shirt fall down far enough that he could see just a little too much of your tits through the neck. Then you called his name again (because he didn’t even look at you the first time).

His eyes had a dark gleam to them when they locked on your body, his jaw tightly clenched before he growled, “Don’t start.”

“Raaafe. C’mon, I jus’ wanna talk about my day and be listened to,” you huffed, throwing yourself on your side, making sure you were facing away from him.

You heard him sigh, close his laptop, and walk over to the bed.

His hand—large and warm and kinda soft—rested on your shoulder, pulling you onto your back. His lips met yours in a heated kiss, his body making it’s way to hover over you.

Kissing him back, you felt his tongue graze yours as one of his hands found your hips. His fingers dipped under your waistband as he moved his kissed down your face and neck.

Your hands found his head, pushing down as to speed up his descent down your body, but it made Rafe stop in his place.

“C’mon, baby. Keep talkin’ about your day, will ya?”

A look of shock crossed your face, your lips spread just enough that Rafe had to resist the urge to put his fingers in your mouth. “Oh. O-okay. Um. So,” your words paused when Rafe blew on your still clothed pussy.

He hummed, pulling your panties down your legs. “Keep goin’.”

“Right. Well, after she told me that—fuck—I, um,” you panted, trying to ignore the feeling of his tongue reaching out to taste you. “Iwenttothemall. And I, I got myself a new—shit.”

Rafe looked up at you, pulling his head away with a string of your wetness on his chin. “A new what? Used my card?”

“Uh-huh. A new matching set,” your fingers slid over his overgrown buzz. He smirked and dropped his head back down, licking a stripe up your folds, suckling on your clit.

Your hips twitched upwards, immediately being held down by Rafe’s large hands. “Patience, babydoll. Now keep talkin’, what happened after that?”

“Okay, okay. I, uh—Oh! I got my favorite for lunch, and I—Oh my fuck. I—I can’t, Rafe,” you whined, feeling his relentless tongue tease at your hole and your sensitive bud of nerves.

You could already feel your orgasm building in your core when Rafe’s hands slid up your body to grab at your tits, pinching your hard nipples. Breathy noises slipped from your lips, encouraging Rafe to continue. Your chest rose and fell with quick breaths, your free hand gripping the bedsheets.

“Rafe. Rafe, please,” your pleads were ignored with a grunt, telling you that Rafe wanted you to keep talking.

“Fuck, okay. Um, when they brought my—oh—my food out, the waitress—the waiter, he asked if I had a,” a scream of pleasure ripped from your throat as Rafe abruptly slipped two of his thick fingers inside you. “Oh my god—If I had a boyfriend.”

Rafe hummed, giving all of his mouth’s attention to your clit while his fingers pumped in and out of you. You could see the smirk on his face, completely indifferent to the fact your waiter was into you.

He didn’t care, he knew you were his. Plus you were hot, so obviously other guys are gonna want what they can’t have.

“I told him, I did, obviously,” your body writhed under his arms, the tight knot in your stomach ready to come undone. “Rafe. I’m gonna come, I’m—Okay? I can’t—Fuck,” you squealed as you finally tipped over the edge, feeling like you were floating as the dopamine rushed through you.

But Rafe wasn’t finished. He kept going, lapping at your cunt even as you squirmed in his grip and choked out cries.

You gripped onto his shoulders, not sure if you wanted him to stop or keep going, the pain mixed with pleasure too confusing for your still mushy brain. “Oh my fuck. Oh god, Rafe. Rafe,” you mindlessly rambled off the incoherent words that came to mind.

“Mhm?” he hummed against you, his tongue and his fingers finally stopping. You almost whined at the loss of him, but decided against that. “And what happened next, baby?”

masterlist

note first time writing for rafe literally ever so hopefully the next one will be better🤞

[onlxrafe]

rafe overhears you and sarah talking

summary: rafe overhears you and sarah talking about your boyfriend, and somehow you two end up in the bathroom not so long after

pairing: best friend’s brother!rafe x reader

warnings: smut, cheating, just 18+ content

a/n: i haven’t written in ages so i’m sorry if this bad, but i’ve tried my best. btw i’m working on my requested stories too. this is also my longest story ever, so i’m too lazy to rr it guys sorry..

you were lying flat on sarah’s bed, staring up at the ceiling while sarah was sitting instead, eating some sour candy from the package. you two have been talking for maybe an hour about some random topics that popped up in your head. after a while of silence, sarah’s eyes fell on you as a small cheeky smile spread on her face.

"what about you and thomas?" sarah leaned back on her palms as she stared at you. you shrugged "what about me and thomas?" a smile appeared on your face too. you knew sarah wanted gossip and even tho she’s your bestfriend you never really mentioned your boyfriend for some reason. maybe because your relationship wasn’t really the one you thought you’d experience with thomas. sarah groaned and threw her head back "girl you never talk about him, i want to know some details."

you chuckled and shook your head "okay okay fine! what kind of details do you have in mind exactly?" your smile turned into a more teasing one because you were like 99.9% sure you knew what kind of stuff sarah’s interested in. "have y’all fu-" and you were right. you cut her off "i knew it. you’re such a perv." a soft laugh escaped you and sarah forced a gasp "can you blame me? don’t act like you didn’t ask me when i started dating topper." you rolled your eyes before you sighed. "should i be honest?"

"100%" sarah ate another piece of candy as she watched you eagerly, waiting for the most nasty freaky answers from you. "it ain’t that good." sarah’s face dropped — damn she wanted something spicy. "seriously? i was expecting something.. well something." you cackled at that before you sat up too, now facing her. "like it’s not bad but.. it’s more like can’t-wait-till-it’s-over kind of sex." sarah listened to you and nodded cause she really did feel you. "i mean you can always find someone else." sarah stared at you and chuckled when you smacked her shoulder. "of course that’s your idea! girl i’m not.. like that. and he’s nice to me and all, he treats me good."

you two kept talking about it, completely unaware that behind the closed door was rafe, hearing every single word you said about thomas not "satisfying" you enough, how you aren’t really happy in the relationship blah blah blah.. he was intrigued. he knew you have a boyfriend, sarah’s told him - she runs her mouth way too often. but that’s literally it, you and him aren’t close at all.. he’s just your best friend’s brother to you, stupidly hot but absolutely insufferable.

"just.. say you were drunk or something." sarah cackled and you just nudged her "i’m not gonna cheat on him, sarah." a small smile in disbelief was on your face, that rafe couldn’t see but clearly hear in your tone. "i’ll just.. deal with it somehow. i’ll talk to him." sarah chuckled before she stood up. "boring." she ran her fingers through her hair before speaking up again "i need some more snacks. you want something?"

when rafe heard that he quietly tip toed into his room nearby and closed the door behind him. this cocky smirk remained on his face the whole time - while he was listening until he entered his room.

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sarah put on some series when she brought snacks and you got bored of all the talking. it didn’t take long until your best friend fell asleep.. typical, she always falls asleep soon even tho she promises she won’t this time. it was 11 maybe 12 pm. you turned off the tv and realized the whole house is completely quiet so everyone was most likely asleep. you still haven’t brushed your teeth tho. you pulled out the light pink toothbrush from your backpack and even tho you were also kinda tired, you left sarah’s room and walked towards the bathroom.

you opened the door and suddenly there was rafe in front of your eyes, chest bare with just a towel wrapped around his waist. you froze in place for a few seconds before you quickly apologized. a smirk was on his face in a second again "s’fine, come in m’gonna leave in a minute anyways." you walked in and partially closed the door. you started brushing your teeth, there was this awkward silence between you and him. not something you haven’t experienced before so. it took you a few minutes and when you were cleaning your mouth with water, he suddenly spoke up. "i’ve heard you got a boyfriend." your eyes shot up at him in the still kinda foggy mirror.

he took a small step closer "sarah’s told me. obviously." you nodded a little "yeah. you’ve heard right." you turned on your heel and started walking away.

"i also heard he doesn’t fuck you good enough."

you stopped in your track, your back facing him. his smirk widened and he crossed his arms. "have i heard that right too?" he added, just to make you feel more embarrassed. you forced a smile before you turned around. "i mean that’s like none of your business."

"hey" he stopped you once more. you rolled your eyes before you turned around again "what?" your eyes ran over his bare chest briefly.. you couldn’t even help it. he was holding your toothbrush, waiting for you to come get it. you walked back into the bathroom and just when you were about to take your toothbrush back, he leaned down and kissed you. you just pulled back quickly and stared at him "wha.." your voice trailed off when you noticed his eyes wandering over your face and body. he dropped the toothbrush on the wash basin and started kissing you again. you didn’t pull back this time tho.

his hand was on your hip, squeezing it softly as the free one closed the door and locked it. your hands ran over his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles under your fingertips made you slowly get wet. the kissing became more passionate and hungry, his tongue darting into your mouth, his hands now gripping your ass firmly. you could feel his cock getting harder as he was pressed up against you with the thin towel still loosely wrapped around his hips.

his hand slipped into your pyjama shorts as he touched you through your now soaked panties. he smirked against your mouth, his fingers rubbing your clit through the fabric. you pulled back just to sigh in pleasure, while your foreheads remained pressed together. he planted a few kisses on your neck as he backed you up against the wash basin. his free hand reached up to cup your breast underneath your shirt, squeezing and pinching your nipple. you were dripping wet at this point. you wanted him so bad, you forgot about your boyfriend at all.

he didn’t waste more time and pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it away. his eyes landed on your breasts before he cupped them, kissing your neck and collarbone. his wet mouth sucked on your nipple, his tongue rubbing against it once and then. he had to lean down so that’s when he lifted you up so you sat on the edge of the wash basin instead. you moaned quietly and he smirked against your breast.

your shorts and panties went off in no time. "shit.. you’re so wet f’me." he murmured as he kept staring at your cunt. then he reached down slid two fingers inside you. you moaned, his eyes still on your face, not leaving for a second. he moved his fingers in and out fast, curling them so he’d rub the right spot. you whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering in pleasure. he fastened up the pace of his fingers, his other hand still on your breast. when he kept touching the right spot again and again, you gripped his shoulder tightly and moaned a little louder.

"be quiet." he murmured before he moved his fingers even faster, the wet squelching sound echoing the bathroom. just when you were about to come he pulled his fingers out, which were now soaking wet with your juices. you opened your eyes and looked at him. he smirked while he put you down again "you’re so needy." he turned you around and let the towel drop down to his ankles. he stroked himself a few times. you didn’t even get the chance to see the size of his cock. he slammed his hips into yours, your body jerking forward. you moaned softly and gripped the basin tightly. he held your hips, now thrusting into you, kinda slowly at first. he leaned over you, his chest against your back as he wiped the mirror so you could see your face and him behind you since it remained foggy. he fastened up again, fucking you harder and faster now.. his eyes were on you the whole time, watching the way your ass slammed against his hips or the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure for a second.

he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up, your back against his chest again. his other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he stared down at your face. he groaned and panted as he kept the pace fast. your moans were getting louder and honestly none of you cared at this point now. "does-fuuuuuck-i bet he doesn’t hear allat does he?" he murmured playfully, his breath hot against your ear. you were busy moaning to answer so he squeezed your throat briefly.

"answer me." his tone was firm as he kept fucking you deep and so fast. you shook your head quickly "n-no.. he doesn’t." you whimpered right after. he chuckled playfully "so.. i fuck you better than your man.. damn what a shame." he panted as these words left his mouth. he threw his head back a little bit as he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. "you close?" you nodded, your brows knitted in pleasure. this wasn’t even close to what your boyfriend makes you feel. he grinned "yeah? you gonna cum f’me?" you gave him a weak nod again. "wonderin’ how would your boyfriend feel about this.. knowing your best friend’s brother fucks you better mhm?" rafe chuckled with a smirk at that. it didn’t take long until you came hard all over his dick and that’s when he lost it too. his brows furrowed too, and he moaned as he came hard. he kept his cock buried inside of you. you felt it softening slowly as you two kept breathing heavily.

he pecked your cheek twice before he planted a few more kisses on your neck. then he pulled out finally and just grabbed his towel nearby and gave it to you. he put on his fresh boxers prepared on a chair nearby and looked at you. you got dressed too and when you were about to leave he stopped you for the third time tonight. "your tootbrush." he smirked at you. a small smile was on your face too. you just took it and then left the bathroom. on your way back you realized that you just cheated on your boyfriend.. but unfortunately, the guilt was quickly quieted down by the satisfaction you were feeling..

thanks to rafe.

dividers credits: @anitalenia @bbyg4rlhelps @chrisssiren @cursed-carmine