hiiiya! i need reader's crying reaction to rafe coming home with a buzz cut, his beautiful blonde hair all gone. she's genuinely sobbing because she loved his floppy hair and he doesn't know what to do to comfort her -clearly he hadn’t meant this would make her cry like that. let's just say that his buzzed head looks nice between her legs!
Buzzcut
pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
blurb: you weren't expecting rafe to get a buzzcut and miss his hair, he decides to make it up to you in his own way
warnings: mentions of smut, mdni, praising, spanking, oral (fem receiving), fingering, slight tiny bit of angst, some fluff
wc: 1.9k
When Rafe said he was going to get a haircut, this was the last thing you’d expected. You’d thought maybe he was going for a trim. A slight cut off the edges. How wrong you’d been.
You were on the couch, watching some boring reality show when he walked in. You turned naively, assuming you’d be greeted with his golden locks that you loved so much. And then you froze, staring as Rafe stood there with a buzzcut. All this soft, floppy hair gone.
You couldn’t help but just blink a few times, thinking that maybe you were just imagining things. He wouldn’t just cut off all his hair like that… right? Maybe he had a wig on and was just pranking you or something.
Rafe’s lips were curled in a slight smirk as he ran a hand over his newly shaved head. Waiting for your reaction. “Mm, what do you think?”
You came to your feet slowly, walking towards him with little steps, your mind lagging behind. He looked so different now. So rough and sharp-edged. Nothing like the soft boy you’d known since childhood. “Where’s your hair?” you laughed nervously, trying not to show how your hands were shaking just slightly.
Rafe didn’t notice at first, pulling you close by the waist. “I buzzed it off. Thought it’d look nice.”
Your breath came heavier at that. He was serious. Rafe had really cut it all off. It shouldn’t matter this much. It was his hair after all. But you couldn’t stop the tears welling up in your eyes.
Rafe finally realised, his voice concerned now. “What’s wrong? Do you not like it-” That was all he got in before you started sobbing, falling into his arms. He wrapped himself around you instinctively. Rafe knew you’d always loved his hair. He should’ve told you before he buzzed it, but the idea came to him spontaneously. He’d know you’d be upset, but not like this.
“Hey, hey…. It’s okay. It’s okay,” Rafe whispered, gently shushing as you clung to him, crying into his chest, your tears soaking through the fabric of his polo shirt.
You felt his hands carding through the strands of your hair as he held you close, but the tears wouldn’t stop. You knew in the back of your mind that it was stupid. That didn’t stop you from caring, though.
“Why- why did you cut it?” you whimpered before another round of sobs flooded your body. It was not that Rafe looked bad. Like that was ever possible. But you loved his hair. Loved playing with it while you cuddled on the couch. Loved running your fingers through it when he layed on your chest before bed. Loved how it looked whenever you convinced him to let you style it. And now it was all gone.
Rafe held you close, voice soft now, the cocky edge gone. “Shh… It’s okay, baby,” he whispered before pulling back and cupping your face gently. Your sobs had quietened, but tear tracks still stained your cheeks as fresh ones flowed. “I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.”
You shook your head, guilt flooding you at his apology. He shouldn’t be apologising for cutting his own hair. Why were you so emotional? “No, you don’t-”
You tried to speak through your little hiccups, but Rafe didn’t let you. “No. You deserved to know,” he stated firmly, thumbs gently wiping away your remaining tears. His heart melted when you looked up at him with those glassy eyes. God, you were so adorable.
“It’ll grow back… yeah?” Rafe cooed, wanting you to know this wasn’t forever. “In a few months, probably, mm?”
His coaxing elicited a nod from you, the sobs gone now as you took a shaky breath, realising that it was okay. You stared at Rafe again, giggling softly as you carefully ran a hand over his buzzcut. It felt prickly. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as you imagined it to be. Though you still preferred him with actual hair. Rafe’s smile came back once he saw yours. You sighed softly, “I’m sorry-”
Rafe shook his head, pulling you closer. “I don’t want to hear a single apology from you.” You gasped softly as he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he gripped the plush of your thighs. “Let me make it up to you,” he growled, his breath over your ear sending a chill through you.
You wrapped your arms around his neck slowly, biting your lip as you had no choice but to nod. A hum slipped through your lips as Rafe kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth like you were his to claim. You were. All you could do was cling to him helplessly as he carried you upstairs, his movements frantic and desperate and never stopping. His lips trailed from your lips down your neck, sucking at the base.
You whimpered as his teeth bit down on your soft skin before his tongue soothed it over. Rafe’s mouth was nothing short of greedy, taking everything, his hands moving to squeeze your ass. God, you felt so good. The two of you stumbled in a tangled mess up each stair and down the hall until you were thrown onto the soft mattress.
Rafe groaned as you blinked up at him innocently, your hair fanned over the pillow. You looked so fucking edible right now. The tear tracks still staining your cheeks just made him want to devour you more. To overstimulate you with so much pleasure till the point of tears. Till you forgot about why you were upset in the first place. And Rafe always got what he wanted.
You bit your lip as his dark eyes raved over you. The soft locks that normally framed his face were gone, leaving the sharp lines of his face exposed. It made your stomach flip, a wave of heat washing over you.
Rafe noticed his lips curving up in a smirk. “Look at that. So desperate already, aren’t you?” He didn’t let you answer. Just pressed two fingers against the fabric of your sleep shorts, right over your clothed pussy, confirming his suspicions. “Fucking hell, you’re soaked through.”
“R-Rafe, please,” you whined, hips instinctively bucking up into his hand, chasing the friction he was offering. It wasn’t enough. You needed more. His fingers. His tongue. Something.
Rafe didn’t sway at your pleading, just pressed a little harder, just enough to make your thighs shake. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
He was just teasing you now. And you knew it. A moan slipped from you at the slight pressure, but barely. Your gaze was impatient and needy now. “I.. I want you.”
Rafe growled at the attitude, slapping your clothed cunt hand, causing you to arch up off the bed. “Crying two minutes ago and now you’re all bratty, hmm?” You sobbed as a second smack landed in the same spot, pain and pleasure twisting to fill you with more need. “Ask nicely this time,” Rafe commanded, voice firm.
Your eyes were glassy as you met his eyes. You couldn’t help but memorise every inch of his face again, so different now with the buzz. “I… Can I have your tongue, Rafe? Please?” you whimpered, wanting desperately to be good for him.
Rafe grinned, bracing himself over you before moving down your body. “That’s a good girl”, he murmured, pulling down your shorts inch by inch.
You melted at the praise, feeling his breath fan over your wet panties. Rafe licked his lips at the sight in front of him, kissing your pussy through the fabric. “Mm!” you gasped, the sensation making you ache and clench around nothing. The arousal was too much and not enough, as you tried desperately to keep your legs spread for Rafe.
“Fuck, ”he groaned against your panties, feeling your puffy folds through the lace as he continued his ministrations. Rafe could’ve made you come just like this. He could tell how close you were getting, already. But he wasn’t done.
“Oh… Rafe!” A moan escape your as Rafe pulled the scrap of clothing off you with his teeth, biting down on the fabric. You lifted your head instinctively to look down, then threw it right back against the pillow as Rafe finally closed his mouth over your clit.
Rafe sucked hard, licking lavishly up and down your slit. The way your body shook only spurred him on. Your hands flew to grab his hair on instinct when he captured your neglected bud between his teeth, only to realise it wasn’t there. You chose to settle on the sheets instead, fisting them as you bucked up into his mouth.
Rafe groaned, taking your clit into the heat of his mouth as he moved down to your entrance instead. He plunged his tongue in without warning, swirling it around your tight opening, making you scream loud enough it echoed through the room. The sounds coming from his head between your thighs were obnoxious. Sucking and slurping, as Rafe ate you out like you were his last meal.
“It’s too much!” You sobbed as Rafe took two fingers to circle your clit, yet still craving more. You were so close to the edge now, your previous tears forgotten as new ones took their place. “Please, Rafe! I need-”
His mouth never stopped working, kissing up to your clit while his fingers took his tongue’s place inside your pussy, causing you to cry out. Rafe buried his face deeper between your thighs as his fingers pumped at a relentless pace, desperate to bring you over the edge.
You felt the familiar twist in your stomach as he curled his digits inside you, your eyes rolling back. “Rafe, I-I’m going to-” You tried to push him away before your release, hand on the back of his neck, but your body disobeyed, pulling him closer.
Rafe hummed against your folds, tongue slipping between them as he sped up his fingers. “Come for me.” You couldn’t back anymore, arching completely off the bed as your release hit you. Rafe didn’t pull away when you came, keeping his mouth wrapped around your dripping pussy through every wave.
He only pulled back when you fell back against the mattress, limp and spent, shaking and half-sobbing. Rafe’s lips were coated in a mixture of your juices before he swiped his tongue over them, savouring the taste of you.
“Such a messy girl,” Rafe tutted before leaning down again. You whimpered, overstimulated, and twitched as he licked through your folds and over your pussy again, cleaning you up with his mouth. He groaned at the way your hole fluttered so desperately still, soaking in the feeling greedily.
“You still crying over my hair, baby?” Rafe murmured, sitting back on his knees. You shook your head, eyes half shut. His expression softened as he fell beside you, pulling you into his arms. He gently carded through your hair, pressing kisses to the top of your head. “You did so good, baby. Shh… go to sleep now.”
And you did, letting your head fall against his chest, satisfied.
a/n: tysm for this request omg i loved it since the day i saw it!!! this literally took me like a month to get to so sorry for that 😭 anyways this was my exact reaction when i saw rafe got a buzz in season 3 like full on waterworks and crying bc i loved his hair 🥲 rip season 2 rafe greasy curtain bangs you will always live rent free in my mind ilysm 💖✨ feel free to send in requests for fics, headcanons or moodboards (pls send some dark ones i beg) ꫂ᭪݁
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