𓂃✍︎ rich dad!rafe cameron and cool mom!reader on parents teaching day . . .
Based off this pairing.
summary: for all you knew, there's no way rafe and you would ever say no to the puppy eyes of your daughter when she practically begged the two of you to volunteer for parents teaching day in her class.
content: husband!rafe x wife!reader, full fluff!
taglist: @calumsargwife @maryjaneeeee
"Not doing it." Rafe sighed out with his head shaking in denial that he did in fact gave in to your daughter, Izzy's wish for the two of you to be the volunteering parents for parents teaching day in her classroom. It was tiring reminding him that it was too late to have second thoughts, considering the two of you were literally already walking down the hallway that leads to Izzy's classroom.
A soft chuckle slipped past your lips, an arm snaking through his to link both your arms together, "A bit too late for that." You said as you reach up with your other hand to fix his hair, "Man up, dude."
"What can I even fuckin' teach these kids? How to run a company?" He complained, leaning down to let you fix his hair easier.
"Rafe, they're 6 goddamn years old."
You gave his forearm several taps as you both approach the classroom's door. Rafe, though still sulking, put on a charming smile and one last deep breath. He was tense, you could feel it. Oddly enough, more tense than he usually is before business meetings. On the contrary, you were such at ease, rocking on your heels just a bit out of excitement at this chance.
"Okay... Don't forget to smile!" You practiced your cheerful tone.
Rafe's words came out in a mutter, "I fuckin' am."
Your smile falters just a bit, shooting him a warning glare. "And wipe off the attitude." You said before putting the smile back on as the door in front of you opens.
The moment the homeroom teacher left the two of you in the room with all the kids, Rafe only got more tense, nudging your back a tad bit as if signaling you to take the lead in talking, coughing a bit and darting his eyes away from the kids and to the ceilings as if the spider web on the corner was more interesting. He was such a pathetic coward outside of the business world, you might as well smooch him on the spot.
Then, both Rafe's and your eyes met your daughter's, who was sitting close to the back, standing up and waving both of her cute arms at you two, "Mommy! Daddy!" She cheered before sitting back down and bragging to her friends that you were her parents.
You spot Rafe's shoulders relax, a wide, happy smile appearing on his face as well as yours.
A small laugh escapes your throat, "Morning, everyone." You greeted them with waves, "As you can already tell, we are... izzy's parents." You shot Izzy a wink as you pat Rafe's shoulder, "And today... we will be your teachers."
Rafe didn't know what you had in plan for today nor what you had in the large paper bag you've been carrying all the way from home, but he surely didn't expect you to pull out two large sturdy wood boards out of it.
"Today, we're making ocean dioramas!" You cheerfully announced, smiling even wider when all the kids started jumping around in excitement while several others asked to their friends; "what's a diramama?"
Rafe chuckled softly, seeing how happy you were to know the kids were excited. Then, his smile dropped when you added, "We'll be splitting into two teams! Mine and Izzy's daddy's! Let's see who can make it better."
"What?" He uttered out, grabbing your arm with wide, panicked eyes. "I love you, but no."
"Scared?" You taunted and smirked, "Loser cooks dinner tonight."
He let out a scoff, a small grin on his lips despite being frustrated, clearly amused by your playfulness as always. "Game on, gorgeous."
So you spent the next hour doing precisely that, in that same classroom. The class was divided into two, your team taking the space in front of the classroom while Rafe's team, which includes Izzy, was all the way in the back, his eyes never stopped darting towards your team, hoping to see you looking back at him and realize he needed help, only to find you completely in your own world with the kids.
There you were, smiling and happily braiding a little girl's hair just so her hair wont get in the way while painting the diorama. He could hear so many of them giggle every now and then, sounding completely infatuated by you.
Despite being stressed out, he still found the sigh of you being so motherly even to children that weren't yours to be very... heartwarming.
"Mr. Cameron?"
He snapped out of it, eyes flickering to the little boy that have scooted closer to him on the floor, holding an adorable little paper fish in his hands and happily presenting it to him, wide smiled with several teeth missing.
Rafe's eyes soften, chuckling lowly. "That's really good, buddy... Here, let me help you put it on the diorama." He said, taking the fish gently.
"Mr. Cameron, what d'you do...?"
The man pauses, still trying to put the fish onto the diorama. "Like for work?" He asked, glancing back at the boy to find him nodding enthusiastically, "Well... I run and manage a development company." He explained, "We uh build and develop homes." Rafe smiled.
The little boy's eyes lit up, "So you must be rich, sir!"
It was only when a little girl chime into the conversation did he realize his whole team was listening into it, "Mrs. Cameron must be very lucky and happy all the time!" The little girl said.
Rafe let out a gentle laugh, cheeks warming up as he glance at you again, "Yeah, kiddo?" He smiled sheepishly, "Well, I'd say I'm the lucky one." He said, "Mrs. Cameron is way more than what you see. She's responsible for all of my happiness and success. A lucky charm. A really really cool lucky charm."
Izzy raises an eyebrow at her dad, who didn't even notice she was spreading a thin layer of glitter glue on the back of his hand. "Daddy, you called her scary last week."
He shot a playful warning glare at Izzy, "Scarily amazing, sweetie, keep up." He poked her nose and turned back to the other kids listening, specifically the boys as he say, "So, boys... when you grow up, choose a woman like Mrs. Cameron, yeah? No matter how wealthy you get, a woman like her is the true treasure." He explained, grinning proudly at himself.
A boy let out a hum as he think, "So... Like Izzy?"
"No."
On the other side of the classroom, your team was doing perfectly well at creating the diorama, already on finishing touches. The kids were adding more elements to make the diorama much more alive while you were helping on painting the background, successfully capturing the ocean ambiance.
"Mrs. Cameron, you're very good at painting." The little girl sitting beside you said, smiling sweetly as she glued a seaweed onto the base of the diorama.
You return her smile, chuckling, "Why thank you, sweetie. I must say, I can never make a whale as good as you did though." You pointed to the clay whale she had made previously.
The girl giggled softly before gasping when she saw your manicured nails, "Whoa... Cool nails, Mrs. Cameron!"
"Thanks!" You laughed softly, "I did them myself."
"Really?" Her eyes lit up, before dimming yet again, "I wish I could... Even if I could, my mommy wouldn't let me..."
Your heart softens at her pouty face, "Well... your pretty face will outshine your nails either way." You smiled and mover her bangs to a better position.
The smile returns to her face, turning her head away as she giggled softly yet again, flattered by your words. "You know, Mrs. Cameron... I know a secret." She said, looking at you with enthusiastic eyes as she lean up to whisper into your ear, "I know Mr. Cameron loves you very very much... He have been looking here again and again..." She whispered.
As she lean back and continue her work giddily, you raise your eyebrows in amusement and stifle a laugh as you glance over at Rafe's team to seek for confirmation, eyes immediately meeting his- to which he reacted to by quickly turning away and helping the kids.
As the day ended, you ended up with glitter all over your hair from some of the kids that were playing, while Rafe had paint on his pants- done when he accidentally wiped off his hands on his thighs out of reflex. The two of you walk behind Izzy towards your parked car in the school's parking lot, arms linked together once again as you try to peel off the glitter glue Izzy had previously spread across Rafe's hand, trying to get them all of in one go for your satisfaction.
"I'm telling you, our diorama had a meaning." Rafe grumbled out, "Your team's just artsy and perfectionist." He complained to the fact that the classroom had all mutually agreed that your team had the best diorama.
"Rafe, I told you, I'll still cook dinner. No one wants to eat your cooking anyways."
"Ouch- OUCH!" Rafe yanked his hand away when you rip the dried out glue off roughly.
Laughter erupts from both you and Izzy, amused by Rafe's typical frustrated face: eyebrows sewn together and his lips in that disgusted scowl.
"Calm down, princess." You teased as you take his arm in yours again, rubbing the back of his hand with your fingers to soothe the pain, still snickering quietly. "You'll live."
Rafe looked at you, silent for awhile before letting out a deep and dreamy sigh. He leaned in a bit before he started whispering, "You were really good with the kids today." He whispered, smiling, "Maybe we can make-"
the sudden buzz of his phone made him stop the movement of his fingers that were typing on his keyboard. he was quick to pick it up when he sees your name on the screen, feeling the urgency through the screen.
"hey, baby, what's wrong?" you can hear his voice through the speaker, filling the now empty room where you're sat on the bed by yourself after he had left you.
he was just about to ask you another question regarding your silence when he hears a sob, making him straighten himself on the seat of his office desk. "baby? are you crying? what's wrong?" he asked softly, making sure not to overwhelm you.
"you left me. you didn't even say goodbye," a sob left your now trembling lips as you continue, "not even a goodbye kiss for me. you don't love me anymore," he can hear you wiping on the tears falling down your cheeks as you pour your heart out into the speaker of your phone.
he chuckled to himself, stopping himself from laughing at you knowing that it would only offend you more. "baby, i did." he spoke, his voice fills with amusement as he assure you, but you clearly weren't convinced, "no, you didn't."
"i did, okay? but you were too far gone in your sleep to even notice me waking you up," he sighed softly, his fingers moving slightly against his phone in a way he would to your cheek—as if he could feel you even when he's not touching you.
you huffed, rubbing against your eyes using the back of your hand before answering, "you're lying," it's not like you don't trust him, you just want to spend a little bit more time on the phone with him. "if you did, then i would've woken up. i always do," lie after lie came out of your mouth.
considering how much of a heavy sleeper you are, it's not the first time he had woken you up just to be greeted with a grumble or even a 'go away' from you as you sleep.
"okay, it's my fault for not waking you up," he plays along with you, not wanting to irritate your already irritated self knowing that you had just woken up. "but i did left you a goodbye kiss, so i'm not fully at fault here."
"it's clearly not enough for me to wake up," you sighed, tugging at the ends of your blanket that is still covering your body before continuing, "didn't we agree on you smothering me with kisses every morning until it ended up waking me up?" making him shake his head in disbelief with a soft laugh.
it was impossible for him to do it and actually succeeding considering how hard it is to wake you up, but how can he decline his wife's—who he's so in love with—request?
"yes, we did. it's my fault for forgetting," he raised a hand up to apologize, although you can't see it through the screen before putting it over his heart. "i swear to do it next time—every time—before i leave for work."
"you promise?" you sniffles, voice quiet as you spoke to the speaker. he didn't hesitate, "i promise."
he thought that it was the end of it, but you proved him wrong as you spoke again, "pinky promise?" raising your pinky in the air, knowing that he can't see you. "i pinky promise,"
"is your pinky up?" you question him, looking at your own raised pinky as you wait for his answer, "of course, it's up. how can i do a pinky promise without my pinky being up?" he assures you, patiently waiting for you to finally believe him.
"okay," you nod to yourself, finally convinced. "i'm sorry for disturbing your working hour," but he was quick to dismiss you, "you're not bothering me, okay? it's fine,"
you hummed to yourself, "i love you." making him smile to himself, before answering without any hesitation, "i love you more, baby."
it took the two of you three rounds of goodbyes before you were finally ready to hang up the phone, but he didn't complain even once.
he knows how lucky he is to have someone like you, savouring every second that you have with each other—wanting nothing more than for it to be forever.
➤ summary: you get into an accident with Rafe's car
➤ w/c: 1.3k
➤ warnings: car accident, Topper and Kelce🥸, protective Rafe
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You didn’t want to take Rafe’s car at first. He usually was the one who drove you whenever and wherever you needed, insisting that he felt calmer about you being okay. But he was busy from an early morning at work, and you really didn’t want to disturb him, even if you desperately needed to go.
Also, he didn’t mind you taking his car, even allowing you to practice on his favorite one. He just wanted you to be careful. Though you were always hesitant, not wanting to scratch it or accidentally break something, because you knew how much Rafe cherished his cars.
So it was not your fault when some asshole drove on the red light. It happened so fast that you couldn’t even do anything about it. One moment you were driving down the street, and the next the sound of tires, breaking glass, and scratching metal filled your ears. Rafe’s car spun around from the force of the hit, and the airbags deployed, preventing you from hitting your head too hard, but it still knocked the wind out of you. Your hands were shaking on the steering wheel, your heart pounding in your ears louder than the car horn that wouldn’t stop blaring.
You sat there, frozen, chest heaving as you tried to process what had just happened. Your ears were ringing, eyes darting around to make sense of the chaos. The taste of adrenaline coated your tongue, bitter and sharp.
People started to gather, voices muffled as if underwater. Someone knocked on the window, asking if you were okay, but all you could think about—stupidly, helplessly—was Rafe’s car. The one he waxed on weekends, the one he never let anyone else touch until you. And now it was ruined.
Your fingers struggled to unclasp the seatbelt. You were okay, you realized as you looked down to see whether there was blood or not. Maybe bruised, but okay. Still, tears welled up in your eyes from shock, guilt, and something else deeper you couldn’t quite name. A stranger helped you to get out of the car, holding you under your arm and asking you something, but you could not respond. Your eyes darted to another car, the men looking almost unbothered by what he had done.
Just a few minutes later, an ambulance and police arrived, and you sat in the ambulance car, with a thin blanket over your shoulders, while a woman checked you. That’s when you saw Kelce and Topper walking nearby, and you could see the realization hit them, their faces changing. Topper whipped out his phone and started dialing. Kelce stood there, wide-eyed, like he’d just been in that car himself.
They didn’t even look at you at first.
Then the call ended. Fast.
“He hung up the second we told him.” Topper muttered, walking towards you looking with this weird mix of pity and disbelief. “He’s gonna lose it. You know how much he loves that car.”
“Yeah, he really fucking loves that car.” Kelce agreed, scratching the back of his head and looking at you with the same expression Topper did. “That’s literally his baby.”
You felt your stomach dropping, his friends’ words settling in and making your guilt even worse. Your hands trembled on your lap, whether from the adrenaline or from fear of Rafe’s anger. Would he snap? Would he hate you for that? You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to.
But then he got there.
You saw Rafe before you even heard him. His blue truck was parked carelessly in the middle of the street, his eyes almost wild and hair in a mess, as he was scanning the people for you. He didn’t look at the wrecked car, the random people, or the police. Once his eyes found yours, he ran.
Rafe felt like he could breathe again the moment his hands touched you. His arms wrapped around you so tight you could feel how hard he was shaking. Hands moved over you in frantic patterns—your face, your shoulders, your arms, your ribs—like he needed to feel each part of you to believe it wasn’t all some nightmare.
The woman who was checking you looked at him sideways but didn’t say anything, probably noticing his trembling hands and wild eyes. She stepped aside, giving you some space, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
The warmth of his body and his familiar scent made you completely break down, nuzzling closer to him and sniffing. “I’m sorry.” You choked out, your voice barely audible, like the words were stuck in your throat. “I didn’t mean to take it—I just—I’m so sorry, Rafe.” You tugged at his shirt. “He-he crushed into me, I c-couldn’t do anything.”
Rafe pulled back, taking your face in his hands and shaking his head with a deep frown. The tears streamed freely down your face as all of the emotions finally got out. Rafe gently wiped them away with his thumbs, leaning even closer to you. “Sh-h, baby.” He mumbled. “I don’t give a fuck about the car, do you hear me? I thought you were hurt, I thought I might lose you.”
You stared at him, stunned. He didn’t flinch, didn’t blink, just cupped your face like he was anchoring himself there.
“That’s the only thing I care about. You hear me? Not the car. You.”
Topper shifted awkwardly, glancing between the wrecked car and the two of you, a strange tension hanging in the air. His gaze flickered back to Rafe, and after a beat of hesitation, he finally spoke up, his voice laced with disbelief.
“Wait, hold up. You’re seriously not gonna care that your car’s wrecked?” He asked bluntly, tone edged with a mix of confusion and judgment. “It’s a fucking mess, Rafe. It costs a shitload of money.”
Kelce, standing beside him, nodded along, a skeptical frown crossing his face. “Yeah, dude, you always lose your shit over stuff like this. She wasn’t supposed to take your car in the first place. You’re just gonna let her—”
Rafe cut him off before he could finish the sentence, his voice low and dangerous. His grip tightened around you, pulling you a little closer, the protective instinct in him flaring up. “Shut the fuck up before I break your jaw.” He growled, his eyes hardening as he turned to face them, shielding you. “Don’t talk to her like that. Don’t even look at her. I’m not in the fucking mood for your dumbass jokes.”
Topper took a step back, hands raised in defense, his voice tight. "Hey, man, we were just—"
Rafe’s glare cut him off, his voice low but deadly. "I don’t give a shit about the fucking car, Top. My girl was in that car. You think I’m gonna give a damn about a stupid piece of metal when she could’ve got hurt?"
Kelce swallowed hard, clearly taken aback by Rafe’s intensity. "Rafe, we—"
"I said, shut the fuck up." Rafe repeated, stepping closer. "You wanna keep running your mouths, or do you wanna walk away with your teeth?"
For a moment, there was silence, the tension hanging thick in the air. The two of them just stood there, processing Rafe's fury, and then they both slowly backed away, glancing nervously at each other.
"Yeah... alright, man.” Topper muttered, still clearly rattled. "We get it."
“Then go.” Rafe didn’t take his eyes off them until they slowly turned and started to walk away, their pace quickening under his gaze. He exhaled sharply, shoulders still tense.
As soon as they were out of earshot, Rafe turned back to you, his face softening instantly, but there was still a fire in his eyes. He pulled you into his arms again, pressing his forehead against yours, the intensity of the moment lingering between you both.
"Don’t listen to them." He murmured, his breath shaky. "They don’t fucking get it. All I care about is you." His hands ran over your forearms to your neck. “And I promise that I’m gonna lock up the one who did it, baby. He will pay for it, for almost hurting you.”
You nodded, still shaken, but feeling a sense of relief wash over you as Rafe’s arms enveloped you again, grounding you in the safety of his presence.
♥︎ summary .ᐟ reader goes over to her ex-husband's house when she finds out he introduced their son to his new girlfriend. rafe has a better idea for what they could do instead of arguing.
♥︎ author's note .ᐟ first fic on my 3k celebration!!! i hope you guys like it <3 i have to wake up in six hours… 😭
3K MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST
there's a theory that claims that men never get over their first love; that they're always going to be thinking about her, dream of her, mumbling her name in their sleep...
and if you wanted to prove said theory wrong, rafe cameron was the wrong person to go to; no matter what the occasion was, he would abandon it all for her if she called; anything for his first love.
you had been dating rafe since sophomore year of high school, starting to go out just days after you moved to the island. your family lived in a small, run-down house on the so-dubbed poor side of the island. even if your family couldn't afford much, they put all the money they had just so you could attend kildare academy.
when you started dating and he finally introduced you to his friends, you could see it in the eyes of every one of rafe's friends; they all looked down on you simply because you didn't come from money. one time while you'd been at a party rafe was hosting, you could hear his friends whisper about you, talking shit. saying how he was probably just dating you because you let him fuck you whenever, or how he pitied you.
that was the first time you two broke up; and a few days after, rafe came knocking at your door with a bouquet of flowers and a well-practiced apology prepared.
after that? you two pretty much became the most notorious on-and-off couple on the whole island. it was like every other week, you and rafe broke up, got back together, and broke up again. one moment, you'd be all over each other; the next moment, you were all over each other in a completely different way. the problem was, as you got older, your situation stayed the same.
you parked your car in front of the house rafe was living in; the bastard had gone and introduced the woman he was dating to your son without asking you, without even saying a word. you slammed your car door closed, your heeled knee-high boots clacking against the concrete.
"rafe!" you shouted, banging the side of your fist against the wooden door, the wreath hung up on the door shaking with the force of your punches "rafe fucking cameron, i need to talk to you!"
rafe pulled opened the door, his jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed, "what the hell do you want now? child support not come through?" the man scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"why the fuck did you introduce some bitch to theo without mentioning it to me?" you pushed him, your ex-husband stumbling backwards, "do you not know common sense? i told you, i don't want you to introduce any of your sluts to him before asking me first."
"you introduced your damn boyfriend to him when i told you not to!"
"rafe, i've told you a million times, will is not my boyfriend; we've been married for a year." you let out an annoyed scoff, "and that's completely different. you told me not to introduce him to a guy i had been with for a year and was getting married to, meanwhile i'm telling you not to introduce him to your third girlfriend of the month."
"can you shut the hell up? i'm not some fucking town bicycle." you followed rafe into the living room, watching as your ex-husband poured whiskey into a glass. you watch as he downs the glass, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, continuing to pour more amber liquid into the glass, turning to you, "i'll have you know, sofia and i have been exclusive for three months now."
"well, that's basically as good as marriage when it comes to you." you let out a small scoff, "i don't want you to introduce our son to anyone i don't know, rafe." you grabbed the glass of whiskey from him, downing the liquid, burning as it went down your throat. you slammed the glass onto the tray, pointing a manicured nail at him, your engagement ring and wedding band glimmering under the light. "don't fuck with me. not when it comes to him."
"you're so fuckin' selfish." rafe scoffs, throwing his hands in the air "he's my son too, you have no right to tell me what i can and can't do!"
"i've got a custody agreement that says i do." you narrow your eyes, poking him in the chest, "if you do shit like that again, i'm calling my lawyer."
"you've gotta be kidding me." rafe shook his head in disbelief, a bitter laugh leaving his lips as he brought his face closer to yours, gritting his teeth, "you're gonna try and change our custody agreement because of this? there's no way you're that much of a vindictive bitch."
"you really must not know me," you scoff as you look up at him, your eyes narrowed and your voice low, "because if you did, you'd know that that's exactly how much of a vindictive bitch i am." you stared into each other's eyes, your heavy breaths mingling together. rafe's jaw was clenched, his steely eyes focused on nothing but you.
his lips crashed against yours.
his hands were in your hair, tangled in the strands, tugging on them only to bring you closer to him; his lips were devouring you, a clash of lips, teeth, tongue; and even though you tried to pull away at first, it was like every time he got his hands on you, you melted. every time rafe kissed you, it felt like you were clay and he was molding you into yourself.
your back hit the solid wall behind you, and rafe let out a slight groan when his hands wrapped around under your thighs, and you hopped into his arms, your hands around the back of his neck as rafe held you against the wall. his hands trailed up to cup your ass, the hem of your skirt now all bunched up, your ex gripping the fat of your ass.
rafe carried you into the bedroom you used to share with him like you weighed nothing, dumping you onto the bed and causing your body to bounce on it slightly. grinning up at him, you took your dress off, the blonde looking at your body up and down, cocking his head to the side.
"you wore red?" rafe tsked, referring to the lingerie set you were wearing, a wine-red one, a color you knew rafe loved on you, having ruined many a set while you were together, "you should've just said you wanted to fuck."
you bit your lip when rafe finally took off his shirt, revealing a set of abs you'd caressed, kissed, licked, more times that you could count. his long fingers made work of his belt buckle, swiftly pulling his belt off. he snapped it once before throwing it to the side.
his pants were off, the outline of rafe's hard cock visible through his white calvin kleins. you rubbed your legs together, your nipples hard and straining against your bra. "you gonna come here, or do i need to come and getcha?"
rafe shook his head with a chuckle, and at his words, his body was on yours, grinding against you. a gasp left your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed cunt, and you could feel your arousal starting to form a wet patch in your lacy panties. his lips trailed down your jawline as his hands trailed down the strap of your bra, the man letting out a chuckle against your skin, the words he mumbled against your neck causing vibrations to run down your spine. "let's get this pesky thing off, huh?"
you arched your back off the bed, and rafe's long fingers darted to the clasp of your bra, swiftly unclasping it and throwing it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. within seconds, his lips were on your nipple, licking on the hard bud before his lips wrapped around it, sucking on it in a way that made you to arch into his touch, gasps of pure pleasure leaving your lips.
one of his hands slid into the waistband of your panties, bringing hid middle finger to your clit and pressing on it, making you mewl as your hand found his hair, tugging on it slightly. rafe groaned against your nipple, causing a wave of shivers to run down your spine as his finger lazily rolled around your clit.
"please..." you whined, and rafe let out a small chuckle against your nipple before releasing it with a pop!
his lips started to trail down your body, pressing kisses from between your breasts, down your belly button, continuing all the way until his lips made contact with the waistband of your panties.
"please what?" rafe asked as he started to press kisses on your panty-covered pussy, getting closer and closer to the wet little patch that was now decorating them.
"take them off..." you mewled, your hands grasping the sheets underneath you. rafe pressed a small kiss right over your clit, accompanying it with a teasing lick, before his long fingers finally tightened around the waistband of your panties.
"look at that." rafe huffed in a way that resembled a laugh, and as you looked down, you could see a large patch on the inside of your panties. you scrunched up your nose and looked away, making him let out another chuckle as you hid your face in your hands, "you're so cute when you're embarrassed, baby..." he cooed mockingly, throwing your panties to the side. "there's nothing to be embarrassed about. we both know you get soaked within seconds when it comes to me."
rafe licked a stripe up your slit, making sure to slightly suckle on your clit, a moan leaving your lips, your back arching off the bed you used to share with him. he moved himself up, until his face was over yours. when rafe placed a small, dazing kiss on your lips, you licked your lips, tasting yourself; he always loved doing that; always loved to make it known that only he could have such an effect on you.
the blonde grinned as he tugged his boxers down, gripping the shaft and moving his cock so the tip of it was pressing against your clit, drawing tiiiiny circles of it as if it was another 'funny' game he liked to play with you.
"come on...!" you whined, smacking his shoulders, "i need you..."
"what's wrong, sweetie?" rafe cooed mockingly, cocking his head to the side and narrowing his eyes, "your husband not enough for you?"
your eyes flit to the engagement ring and the wedding band on your ring finger, but the feeling of rafe's cock drawing circles on your needy, throbbing clit, before they looked back into his blue eyes that were mostly overtaken by the black of his pupil.
"please..." you looked at him through your lashes, pouting at rafe. he let out a slight chuckle, moving his shaft down to your entrance, "this what you want?" he asked, pressing a peck on your lips that felt like he was ridiculing you; but your body didn't care; all it cared about was having him inside of it. now.
"yes..." you whispered, "please..."
you felt the mushroom tip of rafe's cock finally enter into you, and even that was enough for a small smile to twitch up your lips; you knew it was pathetic, you knew that this wasn't something you should be doing but "aaaaaaahhhh-" as he sunk his cock deeper into you, you couldn't resist.
and before you were prepared for it, rafe had forced himself all the way into you, the tip of his cock hitting the sweet spot inside of you as you gasped for air, pressing your eyes closed in a way that brought tears to your eyes.
"tell me who you belong to..." he growled, his lips pressed against your neck as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of you, only leaving a tiny bit of it at your entrance.
"rafe..."
"tell me." rafe grabbed your thigh, hoisting your leg up onto his shoulder so he could get even deeper inside of you, "tell me, who you belong to."
"i..." you whisper, your eyes fluttering open, eyelashes wet with tears, "i belong to you, rafe..."
and as he pistoned his cock into you, you couldn't help but throw your head back, your eyes closed, the tears stuck to your lashes ruining your eye makeup.
when rafe's hand slowly made it's way to your pussy, you could tell that he was close; your ex was a sucker for having you both come at the same time. rafe started drawing lazy circles on your clit as he continued to plunge his cock in and out of you, hitting you right where you needed him, and that combined with his thumb on your clit was making the pressure in your abdomen grow, and grow, and grow...
"i'm gonna fuck another baby into you..." rafe mumbled into your ear, "always wanted a big family..." his thrusts grew quicker to the point that you were having a difficult time keeping up with him, "gonna give you a second baby..." his thumb's pace on your clit quickened, "tell me you want it... c'mon, baby..."
your brain wanted to tell him no, but it was as if your heart and your body were in control, every inch of them screaming out the answer that left your lips.
"yes!" you screamed out, "yes, rafe, yes!"
you could feel your cunt clenching around him, moaning out rafe's name as your orgasm washed over you, every part of your body blissed out, until a sense of clarity hit you, and although you tried to shove rafe off you, you couldn't do so, feeling as warm ropes of his thick cum started painting the walls of your slick cunt white.
as rafe got down off his high, he let out a small chuckle as he pulled his cock out of you, the slightly pinkening inches of him soaked in a white mixture of you and him, only for him to shove the cum that was dripping out of you back into you, making you let out another gasp.
rafe laughed as he pulled his fingers out of your hole, bringing them to your mouth. "taste." and you knew; it wasn't a request, it was a command. and so you did.
some moments went by and you were nuzzled in rafe's arms, the both of you content and satisfied as you laid under the blankets, rafe smelling the raspberry-scented shampoo you always wore with a smile on his face; he hoped that your scent would linger; your shampoo, body wash, perfume; he hoped it'd all just... be there, in his bedsheets, forever.
you took the picture frame off the nightstand, and you saw exactly what you were expecting; a picture of you and rafe kissing only moments after you said i do; rafe in his ridiculously expensive tuxedo and you in your custom vera wang wedding dress, your ex-husband having told you that you didn't only deserve the best; you needed it. as you traced the hem of your wedding dress, rafe let out a chuckle, and you couldn't help but turn to him with your brows furrowed, "what?"
"it's just..." rafe brought his hand to rest over yours, his finger right where yours was, trailing your hem, "this kind of reminds me of how i bunched up this dress around your waist a little bit before the wedding..." his icy blue eyes turned to you, "and how i did the same with your most recent wedding dress, and fucked you. what was it you wore to your wedding with will?" he pretended to ponder, "valentino?"
you looked up at him your eyes narrowing, "you can never tell him this happened."
"don't worry, baby." rafe's hand detached from the frame as he cooed mockingly, going to trace your cheekbone with his long, ringed fingers, "i'm sure he can figure it out when your baby ends up looking nothing like him."
♥︎ author's note .ᐟ thinking of writing a fic about rafe and reader on her wedding day... lmk if you want that.
warnings: s3!rafe, alcohol+drug intake, rough/drunk sex, quickie, minor lap dancing, erotic/dirty dancing+grinding, body worship, cumshot, sloppy makeouts, oral (m!receiving), deepthroating, hair pulling, self-groping/masturbation, slight praise, piv
w/c: 3.9k
notes: i went through my camera roll the other day and had a shit ton of rafe edits. so with inspo, I made this. happy v-day. (I didn’t proofread so don’t comment on any mistakes.)
Rafe didn’t even really like clubs. He just liked the way you looked in them.
He went all out for Valentine’s Day. Been planning it all week, acted all nonchalant, invited your friends, made it seem like it was just this casual thing. He booked the booth, tipped the DJ extra money to ensure all your favorites played before any other requests, even told the bartender to prioritize your group for drinks. He did all that just to see that look on your face, the little sparkle in your eye and that high pitched gasp of shock at the sight of the private room.
It was just something ‘lowkey’, or about as lowkey can get to the eyes of Rafe.
The lights were low, washed in deep red and neon pink, flickering off the gold trim of the booth he reserved. Everything looked larger in here— the couch, the frosted glass, the sweep of the ceiling. The rest of the club felt miles away even though you can still see silhouettes moving beyond the curtain, you and your friends were secluded in a large led bubble.
The booths curved along the edges in deep red leather, disappearing into the dim shadows of the room. Even the table seemed larger than it was, glossy, reflective catching every flicker of neon and every crumb of white powder residue. Two girls took up one corner of the leather banquette, sticky condensation rings of Sex on the beach and vodka cranberry clung to the glass table.
The sound of the crowd bled in from the main floor, expensive heels on dirty tile, the occasional shout over the music and muffled arguments happening in the hallway nearby. In here, the only clear sounds are the bass, the drunken giggles of your friends, and the soft clink of the empty shot glasses messily lined up at the table.
The music is the first thing you felt. Heavy bass rolling through the floorboards, that electric, upbeat fire of satisfaction mixing into sexual songs just meant to horn up the rest of the drunken. Admittedly, you were pretty fucking far from sober, matter of fact all of you were. The seven of you combined had enough alcohol to where the bartender refused to serve any more, even with Rafe’s negotiations. And let’s not even get started about the shit in the baggies he brought.
Swallowed in shadow, the couch stretching wide beneath him as he leaned back, one arm draped over the top. The lights outside the curtain flashed pink, gold, and violet, spilling into the room in soft pulses that stretched out against silhouettes and tiles. His drink sat at the table in front of him, a half‑melted ring of condensation securing the glass in place. He hadn’t touched it in a minute— not since you and your friends drifted toward the open space near the curtain, laughing, swaying and grinding up against one another.
He watched you from the couch, jaw tight, eyes sharp and magnetized onto your every move. There was something so hypnotic about you. You looked even prettier when you were drunk, nothing sloppy or disheveled about you. It was like every aspect of you was put together in this sexy messy way. The pinks and reds of the light dragged along your body with the shimmering body glitter you applied generously in the bathroom. You were just dancing with your friends, just hips moving to the beat of Tory Lanez, hair catching the light, makeup smudged just the right amount. The movements themselves lifted the ends of your all too tight and all too short dress just enough to give him a well deserved peek of the curve of your ass.
Rafe shifted on the couch, spreading his legs a little wider, fingers tapping against his knee with that restless, wired energy he couldn’t hide tonight. The lights hit the sharp line of his jaw as he reaches down to take a long swig of his drink, rings glinting in the light. “You havin’ fun baby?”
At the sound of his voice, your head whipped around to face him, warmth pooling along your cheeks as you approached him with slightly wobbly steps. His eyes dragged up your body, savoring every inch presented to him with a slight upwards tilt of his lips. His hand lifted, slow and deliberate, fingers brushing the back of your thigh as he leaned against the cushions just enough to look up at you.
“Careful,” he murmured, voice low and rough from the whiskey. Behind you, one of your friends tripped over herself, hand grasping at your shoulder as she looked between the two of you. It looked like she was ready to start some drunken useless speech but one of your friends interjected, words slurred and stumbled. Calling out over the music, she patted your back, “We’re gonna get some water, Steph’s not doing too well.”
You turned to look over your shoulder, giving a concerned glance at the shorter girl dressed in a sparkly pink dress who was looking a bit too pale for your comfort. You nodded slightly, taking a crooked step back to naturally bring your sick friend to the safety of a nearby bathroom. Rafe’s fingers curled a little tighter around the flesh of your thigh, guiding your attention back to him as Steph waved at you to stay, taking quick steps out of the room.
“Come on,” he said, softer this time, knuckles rubbing against your hips as he motioned for you to take a beat to rest. “Sit for a second.”
The couch dipped as he shifted, one firm hand sliding up to grab your arm to guide you steady. You plopped down on the open space beside him, a small sigh of relief slipping from your lips before he gripped your hip to re-guide you to sit on his open lap instead. “How you doing? You hungry? Feeling tired yet?”
You let out a dramatic sigh of pure pineapple bliss, over dancing and sore feet. His hand slipped around to your back, giving you a slow circular rub of understanding. Your arms wrap around his neck, falling limp against his chest as you pulled him closer. “I’m having so much fun, baby,” you admitted with a lip gloss shiny smile, one hand grasping at his shoulder for stability as you lifted your feet up onto the couch. “My feet are killing me.”
“I’m surprised you weren’t complaining an hour earlier.” He retorted, turning his hands away from your back to slip your heels off in an attempt to relieve your pain. He pressed two knuckles into the curve of your foot, gently massaging the redness away.
You leaned back, wiggling your toes to force some circulation down to your red feet. “I don’t think people would enjoy an hour worth of bitching.” You giggled, rolling your shoulders back to loosen the tight straps of your dress. His thumbs pressed slow circles into your heels, guiding you to stretch your feet comfortably.
He glanced up at you through his lashes, a lazy, smug smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Maybe not,” he agreed, all low and sultry. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes lingering on you for a second longer before finally speaking. “You looked good dancing y’know.”
A group of girls shrieked at something near the curtain, purely bubbles and adrenaline. He kept massaging, purposefully pressing deep in the middle of your foot to regain your attention. He tilted his head, eyes dragging up your legs before meeting your gaze again. “You done for the night,” he whispered, “or you got one more in you?”
“A dance?” He nodded slightly, fingers sliding up to your calf, giving it a gentle squeeze. You pursed your lips, taking a moment to pretend to think on his appealing question before giving him a happy nod.
“Go on,” he said, voice dipping a hair. “Show me again.” He motioned to the space in front of you, the short distance of room between couch and dirty table. You followed his gesture, scooting off his lap with a quick stumble, bare feet hitting sticky, glitter messed tiles. You positioned yourself between his spread knees, hands quickly fixing the mess of your hair as you turned to face him.
As a new song started, another one purely just selected to have people grind on each other until one busted in their pants. You hummed to the lyrics, hands moving up your own body, fingers tracing along your waist as you hesitantly danced. He watched intently as you cupped your hips, molding your palms to the curves beneath the fabric.
Your thumbs pressed into your sides, emphasizing the shape of your waist and hips as you swayed. The movements were deliberate, self-focused in the usual drunk way, drawing attention to your body in a way that was distinctly only about showcasing yourself. He shifted again, hands slid down to rest back at his inners thighs as his eyes followed the movements of your hands.
Tilting his head to the side, he watched as you turned around to trace one hand along your ass. Your fingers dragged up higher, dipping along your waist and rotating up along the curve of your breasts. He licked his bottom lip, eyes immediately catching yours as you glanced over yourself shoulder to watch his reaction.
He reached up to ghost along the sides of your hips, fingers spread out against satin fabric to ghost the movements of your sways. You straightened up slightly, both hands now pressing in slightly against his own as you rocked your ass towards his exposed lap. He let out a short exhale of approval, hands sliding up to press against your stomach, subtly moving you closer. “Just like that.” He coached in a approving sigh, attention shifting from the sight of your ass rubbing up against his crotch.
Your hands moved again, fingers slipping along the smooth fabric of your dress as you squeezed at your breasts, back arching to press your ass further against his cock. Slowly grinding your hips in a circular motion, you lowered down to sit down on his lap. His hands instinctively moved back, hips jerking forward slightly as he refrained from reaching out to hump you like some horny deranged teenager.
Your movements became more pronounced, hips rolling in exaggerated arcs before you turned around so the two of you were pressed chest to chest. You bit your lower lip, maintaining eye contact with him as he watched while clearly struggling to not push things further right away. The eye contact was the thing that really set you off, not the steady, growing feeling of his cock jumping to life under you, but that heavy, dark hunger in his eyes.
Your hands slid down further, one resting on his thigh while the other traced the edge of his belt, hips bucking down against his. His gaze diverted from your eyes down to your lips, snapping back up to your eyes again before his hand flew up to the back of your neck. Fingers grasping at the hair on the back of your head, he pulled your face closer to his, lips crashing together in a messy, desperate kiss. One that tasted purely of bourbon and weed all wrapped up in the rush of warm tongues.
It wasn't gentle or slow— it was this hungry, sensual, yearning that pushed out after two hours of well behaved attendance. His tongue invaded your mouth immediately, pushing past your lips with forceful urgency that matched your own need. Your hands gripped his clothing tighter, fingers digging into fabric and muscle as you pulled yourself against him.
“Mmph, what— what about the others?” You spoke breathlessly against his lips, leaning back just enough to catch a breath. A string of thin saliva connected between the two of you, carefully wiped away by his index finger brushing along your bottom lip.
“They can watch, I don’t mind.” He leaned forward to press his mouth back against yours, tongues moving together in a clash of wet, aggression. His fingers tangled in your hair, holding your head against his as you kissed harder, needier. Your own hands were busy unbuttoning his pants, pushing yourself down against him as you ground your hips.
The kiss became messier, sloppy slick lips swollen and quick as they moved against each other. Your breathing came in ragged gasps between kisses, both of you so caught up in the moment. The only thing that snapped you out of that drunk lust haze was the feeling of his lips finally moving away from your own just to kiss at the bottom of your jaw. “Get on your knees.”
Your eyes snapped open at his command, his hands grabbing at your hips as you all too quickly listened. You scooted off his lap, kneeling down in between his legs as he scooted forward. His hand moved to his pants, one quick tug to nudge his pants down, fingers hooking over the elastic of his boxers as he started to push them down slightly. His other hand gripped his cock once it was exposed to your sight, thumb stroking along the slit as he nodded his head towards you.
You looked up at him, lips parted slightly as you watched him stroke himself. Your hands moved to his thighs, fingers pressing into the muscle as you leaned forward. You reached out with your tongue, dragging it slowly along the underside of his shaft, tasting the salty precum that had collected there.
His other hand moved to your head, fingers threading through your hair and guiding you closer to the head of his cock. He spread his legs wider, giving you a better view as his hand continued its work. His fingers squeezed his base, sucking in a broken groan at the warmth of your tongue along the slit, collecting the bead of precum there.
Your mouth closed around the head of his cock, tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as you sucked gently. Your hands moved to his hips, fingers gripping the flesh there as you slowly started to bob your head. Cheeks hollowing as you took him deeper, your tongue pressed against the roof of your mouth.
“Fuck, just like that, baby. You’re doing so well.” He let out a low moan, his fingers tightening in your hair as you continued to work. Your jaw stretched wide to accommodate his size, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as you traced along the length of him.
Blinking up at him through your lashes, you forced yourself to take him further, watching the way his face twisted up in pleasure. Gently, he guided you down further until you felt the head of his cock brush against the back of your throat. His cock throbbed in your mouth, a stifled grunt escaping his lips as he kept himself there enveloped in your warmth.
After a moment, he pulled out of your mouth with a wet plop, his pulsing length glistening with your saliva. His hand immediately wrapped around his cock, fingers gripping the shaft as he started to stroke faster. His other hand moved to your face, fingers gently cupping your chin as he looked down at you lightly prying your messy lips open. “Say.. ahh.”
You eagerly opened your mouth, tongue sticking out into the air as he tilted your head up. His fingers pumped along his cock, thumb pressing hard against the side of its head as he watched his own hand work. His breathing got heavier, his jaw clenching as he felt the familiar build-up in his groin.
His hand moved faster, fingers squeezing at his base as he stroked himself towards his climax. His cock pulsed in his grip, and then with a low groan, thick ropes of cum painted across your tongue, some landing on your nose and eyes while other strands dripped down to your chin. He let out a breathless laugh at the sight of you, huffing out a shaky breath. “Sorry about the…” he trailed off, watching as you wiped at the nut on your face, swallowing the rest that was on your tongue. His expression softened, his fingers moving to gently wipe some from her cheek. “You look so beautiful like this.”
His hand moved to cup your jaw, tilting your face up so the red and pink lights reflected along your eyes. “That's my girl. So fucking pretty.” He helped you stand upright again, fingers tugging on the bottom of your dress to fix it.
He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you close as his mouth pressed against yours in a slow, soft kiss. His other hand gripped your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he guided you back towards the couch. He guided you down onto the leather, his body following you down as he positioned himself between your legs. His hands moved to your hips, fingers spreading your thighs wider as he looked down at you.
“You gonna fuck me, Rafe?” He hesitated at your question, leaning back to look down at you as you gave him a small lopsided smile. He let out a shaky breath, tilting his head at you.
“You want me to?”
Without answering, you reached down to roll up the ends of your dress, pulling your panties to the side. The movement caught his attention, glancing down at the exposure of your wet folds glistening in the neon light.
He sucked in a slow breath, quickly pulling you up towards him and flipping you over. He rested one firm hand on your back, pushing your face down against the leather, fingers digging into the fabric of your dress as he positioned himself behind you. With one hand wrapped around his cock, he pressed against your entrance, gathering the slick there. “Try to be nice and quiet for me, alright?”
You gave him a slight nod, turning your head so your face pressed up against the cold leather seat. In one slow, fluid movement, he pressed in, carefully easing his cock inside you. Naturally your pussy clenched around him, tight hot enveloping him before stretching out in familiarity at his girth.
“Good girl, I’ll be gentle, promise.” You should’ve known from the tone in his voice that he in fact wouldn’t at all be gentle. That little sarcastic high pitch in his voice gave you no comfort. He pulled out and slammed back in, his hands gripping your hips as he snapped into you. Your back arched off the bed as he pounded into you, like he was trying to cement you into the damn couch.
Your brows furrowed at the feeling, stuffed full just for him to pull out and fuck back into you. His hips snapped against yours with each thrust, the wet sounds of your pussy weeping around him and the subtle slap of skin on skin filled the room. He hooked his fingers into your hair, pulling your head back as he bucked into you with another one hard stroke.
You gasped out, pussy fluttering around his cock, back arching against the couch as his other hand rested above your g-string. His hands spread across your ass, giving your right ass cheek a firm pap at the sound of your all too loud moan. “Shhh, she’s taking me so well. Eager little thing.” His grip on your hair loosened, forcing your face back down against the cushions.
He shifted his angle, one leg propped up on the couch as he guided your hips back with each thrust, the head of his cock nudging against that sensitive, spongy spot. You choked out a high pitched whine, hips struggling to stay up in their position. The hand wrapped tightly around your hair moved to your clit, middle finger rubbing in tight circles as he slowed down his thrusts.
He slammed into you over and over with languid precision, balls slapping against you as he pinched and pressed at your clit. “Mm, almost there, almostalmost.” You babbled up in one frantic breath, hips stuttering in the air as you could feel the warmth rising in your gut.
His cock throbbed inside you as you clenched around him again, and he felt it happening— the way you had gone limp, face contorted in a quiet moan. His cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum pumped deep along your walls. His hand moved to the side of your back, leaning forward to do a quick check on you before pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder as you came down from your white, fuzzy climax.
He stayed buried inside you, his cock twitching the last of its seed as his orgasm subsided. His hand moved to rub your ass gently, his fingers spreading your cheeks apart to watch as he pulled out, watching as his cum leaked out around his dick. Creating a sticky trail down your inner thighs, your pussy all swollen and leaking out his white seed, clenched around the air.
“Fuck” he muttered to himself, his eyes fixated on the sight of your beat up cunt. “You okay, baby?” He blinked up at you, rubbing your mid back as you finally had enough strength to push up off the cushions. You gave him a shaky thumbs up, inhaling a deep breath as you grasped at the head of the couch. “Here, here, I got you.”
He pushed away, wiping his soft dick with a nearby napkin, his breathing still heavy as he tucked his dick back into his pants. Before you could sit back, he moved to grab some more tissues, carefully cleaning up the mess between your thighs. “So much for ‘gentle’ asshole.” You nudged him playfully, grabbing a napkin to wipe at your face and inner thighs, legs still trembling slightly but you could totally play it off from dancing too much.
He let out a short laugh, helping you adjust your dress, before buttoning his pants. “Sorry?” You wiped your hands over your hair to smooth out the obvious fucking, but before you could scold him about it, the door to the private room opened.
Steph stumbled in, looking a bit more colorful, but still a little green around the gills. She pointed at you, steps wobbly as she pointed back towards the exit. “I feel so much better, turns out it was just that Chinese I had last night. Oo and Jess found a taco truck while she was out smoking,” she hesitated for a moment, like she wasn’t sure if she was going to puke again or pass out. “I’m starving, hurry.”
She turned back towards the door, tripping over her own foot before quickly straightening up. She huffed stubbornly, looking over her shoulder in a quick double check, squinting her eyes at you. “Um, hon, you’ve got some…” she trailed off, motioning to your cheek before staggering out the door again.
Rafe leaned towards your face towards her motion, another laugh slipping from him as he wiped some leftover cum off your cheek. You covered the cheek in embarrassment, shooting daggers at him.
rafe is the type of guy to spit on your pussy while fucking you in missionary.
your thighs pressed up to your chest, his rough fingers pressing under your knees to keep you spread for him. his cock practically splitting you in half—your moans and the wet squelching of your cunt make him press in deeper.
“squeezin’ me tight, baby,” he rasps out, hips slowing to a teasing grind to let you feel every drag of his cock against your soaking walls. his eyes greedily take in every inch of you, just like you’re greedily taking every inch of him. “hold yourself open for me.”
your hands replace his in seconds, nails digging into the skin, leaving little crescents. he lets one hand slide across your inner thigh, calloused thumb brushing against your neglected clit teasingly just to watch your hips jerk up. a smirk tugs at his lips as he watches as your puffy folds suck him, brushing over your clit again.
“prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen.” he’s teasing you now, enjoying the fact that you’re desperate for his cock. he stills completely, your hips bucking up, trying to urge him to move again, but he doesn’t. “eager girl,” he coos down at you, thumbs dancing around where your cunt is wrapped around him.
instead of moving again, he leans forward, gathering a nice big glob of spit on his tongue. rafe lets the warm spit drop onto your sensitive nub, your walls constricting tighter like a vise. “my little freak liked that, hm?” he snickers, thumb rubbing the saliva into your clit in tight circles. “aight, i guess i’ll be nice and fuck you properly.”
The room was thick with heat, the kind that clung to your skin, the sheets sticking under your back, your thighs trembling from how long he’d been working you. It felt like forever—Rafe fucking into you deep, steady, then pulling out just when your body was about to break apart, leaving you whining, shaking, desperate.
Your throat was raw from the sounds he’d pulled out of you, breathless whimpers and curses mixing with the groans slipping out of his mouth as he tortured you with every stop, every pause, every slow grind of his hips back against yours.
He’d been edging you for what felt like hours.
“Look at you,” he muttered, sweat dripping down his temple as his cock drove into you again, filling you raw, deep. His pace was brutal this time, determined to drag another orgasm right to the edge. “Fuckin’ ruined. My pretty girl can’t even think, huh?”
Your back arched, lips parting as your eyes rolled back, vision going fuzzy. You couldn’t answer—you could barely breathe through it. Your walls clenched around him, slick running down your thighs, and then—just as you were about to snap—he slowed, pulled halfway out, keeping you teetering on the edge without letting you fall.
“Rafe,” you whined, nails digging into his shoulders, legs trembling around his hips. “Please—please don’t stop, I can’t—”
“You can,” he grunted, jaw tight, eyes blazing down into yours. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He fucked back into you, hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall, and your eyes rolled back again, lips falling open around a broken moan. His pace faltered—he was close. You felt it in the way his cock twitched inside you, in the way his forehead pressed to yours like he needed the grounding.
“Fuck…” he muttered under his breath, hips stuttering. “I’m gonna—shit—”
“No.” Your voice cracked on the word, desperation clawing through you. You reached for him, whining, pulling at his shoulders, clinging. “Don’t—please don’t pull out.”
He shook his head, chest heaving. “I have to—baby, I can’t—”
You wrapped your legs around his waist before he could move, ankles locking tight. He swore, a ragged sound tearing out of him as he tried to pull back, but you wouldn’t let go.
“Fuck, let me—” He tried again, grip tightening on your hips.
“Don’t.” Your voice broke on a whimper, eyes glassy as you stared up at him. “Please—inside. I need it, Rafe. Don’t leave me empty.”
It was too late. His body betrayed him. His hips slammed forward, cock buried deep as he spilled into you, hot and messy, spilling more with every sharp thrust he tried to suppress.
“Fuck—fuck—” He groaned into your neck, shaking, holding you down as his cum filled you. “Goddamn it, baby—”
You moaned through it, eyes rolling, nails clawing his back as your own orgasm ripped through you at the same time, walls clenching around him, milking him deeper.
“Good girl,” he rasped against your skin, hips still rolling shallowly even as he twitched inside you, filling you to the brim. “My greedy fuckin’ girl. Look what you made me do.”
to say that rafe spoiled you would probably be an understatement. you'd never been too much into shopping; or to clarify, you'd never been able to afford shopping trips that weren't to the local thrift store that mostly carried clothing that hadn't been in style since the fifties. but you always managed to make do; your grandmother having taught you how to sew almost the moment you were able to string proper sentences coming in handy when you had an idea for something you wanted to change about an article of clothing.
so, it wasn't very common for you to have a lot of things. nice things in particular. but when you and rafe started dating, not only did he start to buy you things, but he also started to take you out on shopping sprees, ones that basically went like this: you'd see something cute, you'd feel the smooth fabric under your fingertips, and then take the label, your eyes widening in a way that made you feel like they were bulging out of your head when you saw the number on it; more often than not being a four- or five-figure number. you'd then try to beeline away from it, only for your boyfriend to snatch it and adding it onto the pile of clothes he'd encourage you to try, almost always ending up in one of the shopping bags he'd carry for you.
you watched your figure in the full-length mirror rafe put up in his bedroom when the two of you got together, the white sundress clinging to your curves like it was made for you. you twirled around, the hem swishing against your thighs, rafe letting out a deep chuckle, the man lazily sprawled on the armchair, his legs spread wide and a blunt between his fingers, smoke coming from the end of it as your boyfriend tapped it against it the crystal ashtray on his nightstand.
"you like the dress?" you asked with a sweet smile, looking at him through the mirror. rafe's eyes slowly trailed up and down your body, momentarily staying on the curve off your ass, before continuing to look you in the eyes.
"i like it a lot." he said deeply, tapping his spread legs with the palm of his hand, and you could feel a slight warmth crawling up your neck as you turned to him, tentatively walking towards him until you were at his armchair, looking down at him, reaching towards him with your hand, only for rafe to tug you down to straddle him, a small squeal leaving your lips before it turned into a soft giggle.
taking a deep inhale of the joint, his hand on your chin as he tilted it downwards, tilting his own head backwards and blowing the smoke at you. rafe's fingers ran up your bare thigh, a slight shiver running down your spine, "you have the prettiest thighs in the world, y'know?" his steely gaze lingering on the soft skin on your thighs, "so soft and smooth..." the man mumbled. his voice, his praises, his touch.. it all was making you melt into his arms, your heart fluttering with every word that left his lips. and the bastard knew it, knew the effect his actions and words had on you.
rafe took another inhale of his blunt before tilting your head back, blowing the smoke into your parted lips, your eyes fluttering closed as you inhaled the smoke and felt rafe's hands creeping up your thighs under the hem of your dress. "so sensitive..." he whispered against your lips.
"my sensitive baby." rafe hummed, his nose moving to nuzzle against your jawline while his hands continued to lightly trail up and down your thigh, chuckling deeply when your breathing hitched the moment his fingers got even close to your inner thigh. he always knew how to make you melt. "look at you." he chuckled under his breath, tilting your head back as his lips trailed down your neck, "you're unraveling already." rafe teased, pressing a small kiss on your pulse point, before sucking on it harshly.
"rafe...!"
"yeah, baby?" he whispered, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin as his fingers got closer to where you needed him painfully slowly, your hands gripping his shirt. "c'mon, use your words."
rafe's touch was so distracting, it was as if every thought inside of your head vanished the moment you felt his fingers on you, the man underneath you enjoying the more and more you get wound up. "i want..."
he interrupts you with a mocking chuckle, "you want what? say it." rafe tsked, "or is it too hard for you, huh? you can't use your words 'cause you're too distracted?" rafe cooed mockingly as your body trembled on him, pressing yourself into him. "poor little bay... can't even talk 'cause her brain's all mushy from how i'm touching her..."
your boyfriend was reveling in the way you reacted to his touch, the way you pressed yourself into him, the small whimpers that left your lips... "you just want me to take care of you, don'tcha?" rafe chuckled, his hand reaching the edge of your panties, a patch of wetness already forming in them. he let out a low hum as his fingers started tracing the lace of your baby pink panties. "need me to make all the decisions, don'tcha? can't take care of yourself?"
"i don't think you can even think for yourself, can you?" rafe teased, his fingers dipping into your panties, "need me to tell you what to do, what to wear..." he circled his finger around your clit painfully slowly. "tell me, what do you want, baby?"
you could hardly form a sentence, your eyes pressed closed as your brain was all fuzzy and mumbled, trying to focus on answering. "i... i just-" you tried to speak, but the words died in your throat as rafe pressed his growing erection against you. "you just what?" he asked, his tone slightly mocking as he flicked your clit, making you gasp and whine.
"poor baby." rafe cooed mockingly, his touch making you shiver and arch into him, "all worked up and all i had to do was touch you a little bit. pathetic." he teased, his words causing your face to get warmer. "just need me to take care of you..." he mumbled, his finger continuing to circle your clit, your legs trembling around him, "gonna be good for me, yeah?"
"mmhm, yeah..." you ground into him, rafe showing his satisfaction with your answer by making his fingers work your clit a little faster, your body desperately pressing into his touch.
"that's what i thought..." rafe mumbled as his fingers slid down your slit while his thumb stayed at your clit, still tracing patterns on it, a groan leaving his lips, "fuck, you're so damn wet..."
you felt two of his fingers draw patterns at your entrance, gathering your arousal before pushing his ringed fingers into you in a way that made you throw your head back in pleasure. rafe curled his fingers inside of you, pressing them against that spongy spot inside of them, and the thought of his fingers being covered by your arousal, the scent lingering even afterwards, somehow turned you on even more "look atcha... such a good little pet."
a chuckle rumbled in rafe's chest as he pulled his fingers out of you before plunging them back in, this time even harsher. "awww, someone's a horny little kitty." he laughed and whispered; "you're so adorable..."
"so beautiful and obedient." his fingers curled inside of you once again, "you're mine, aren't you? all mine... no one else can touch you. you belong to me." his thumb rolled around your clit even faster, "say it..." rafe mumbled huskily.
"mmhm..." you whined, "all yours..."
rafe's fingers continued to work you, the man showing you that he was pleased with your answer by speeding up, "that's it..." he mumbles, "i know what my girl wants..." he growled. rafe was a possessive man; he loved knowing that he was the one who was making you into such a needy little mess, that you belonged to him, and him only. "you're my girl, aren't you?" he whispered, his fingers rubbing you just at the perfect angle.
"yes!"
"good girl..." rafe murmured, his fingers picking up the pace, "my good girl..." his teeth nipped at your neck, a small squeal leaving your lips. rafe could feel how close you were getting, your body trembling in his lap, "you're gonna come for me, arent'cha?" he teased, his hold on your hip tightening, "gonna be a good little pet and come for me..."
"i'm the only one who gets to see you like this..." he whispers against your skin as his fingers continued to pound you, the sound of your mewls and moans filling the room as the feeling in your abdomen grows. "no one gets to hear you like this... you're gonna come for me?" rafe teased, his fingers working you even faster, "gonna be a good girl and come for me?"
you ground yourself into rafe's fingers as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body shivering on top of rafe's, "that's a good girl..." he murmured, pressing his lips against your collarbone, "gonna be a good girl and come for me?"
"rafe...!" you moaned as you felt yourself hit the peak, before crashing right back down as you felt your cunt clench around the fingers still buried deep inside of you.
"fuck..." rafe chuckled, loving the way you were gasping and repeating his name quietly, curling his fingers inside of you to prolong your orgasm before pulling them out of you and bringing the drenched fingers to your lips, "clean 'em up for me, baby..." rafe cooed, and you opened your mouth with a content smile on your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth in a way that made rafe groan, your tongue licking his fingers clean to the best of your ability. rafe grinned down at you, his hand going to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb, "you're so cute when you're obedient."
when rafe pulled his fingers out of your mouth, you nuzzled your face into his neck, and even though rafe was hard as fuck under you, he couldn't help but find your sleepiness utterly adorable. he stood up, still keeping you in his arms, bringing you to his bed and laying you down.
rafe crawls into bed next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. letting out a soft hum, "rafe..." you mumble softly, looking into his eyes half-liddedly, "how much do you love me?"
rafe let out a chuckle and shook his head, his hand trailing up and down your back, "damn, baby. you're really asking me that?"
rafe's hand tilted your chin up, making you look at him. his gaze was intense, "how much do i love you?" he repeats, his thumb softly rubbing over your bottom lip, "more than anything. more than anything in this world. more than money. more than anything."
you let out a soft laugh, "more than money? wow. you really must love me."
"i guess you got me there, baby." rafe grinned down at you, "i do love you more than money. i love you more than anything. but money is a close second."
