✮⋆˙ . bsf!rafe keeps 'accidentally' slipping inside after promising to just rub against you.
warnings — 18+ MDNI. bestfriend!reader x bsf!rafe pairing. name is self explanatory. manipulative tone & fake apologies.
cherie’s note — loosely based on this p!link.
your knees are bent, thighs open for him, trembling slightly from how real this feels — arms curled near your chest, lip caught anxiously between your teeth, breathing too fast for someone who's supposedly not having sex.
things had always been… complicated with you and rafe. secrets whispered in the dark, your body tucked into his bed more often than your own. he’d even taught you how to kiss — unforgivable, in hindsight. because now, whatever this was… it felt like the point of no return.
rafe kneels between your legs, stroking himself in slow, lazy pulls. deliberately. "just relax," he murmurs, voice low like he's talking you through something innocent. like this was something every best friend did — and you could definitely be convinced of such when it was him doing the talking. "i'm not gonna put it in. i told you."
he presses the head against your slit, sliding it up your folds, gathering the wetness along the underside of his throbbing cock. the squelch that bounces off the walls is unmistakable, a clear indicator of just how much you wanted this, despite the way your pulse raced. you jump at the first pass and he smiles — quick, hidden, gone before you even get the chance to look at him.
"how're you this worked up already?" he teases under his breath, more to himself than to you. "barely even touching you."
you squirm underneath him, embarrassed. "you're... rubbing on me..."
"mhm." he drags the swollen head down again, circling your entrance with soft precision — though his mind is anything but soft. not with you, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide like a prey caught in a trap. his trap.
you gasp, a soft sound that shoots up his spine — and that's when he lets the tip catch you. not fully. just enough to make your body pull him in that tiny, helpless way you can't control. the thick head of his cock breaches the tightness of your cunt, and your thighs tremble slightly from the pressure.
"sorry," he breaths, pretending to pull back. "didn't mean— you're so warm, and wet. hard to aim."
you believe him immediately, like you always do, nodding. your cheeks burn, "it's okay. just... just be careful."
"i am," he promises, thumb stroking the soft skin of your knee. "i got you."
except he keeps doing it. that same slow glide, catching on you again, the head pushing just barely inside before he rocks back like it's truly accidental. each time, you make this soft, strangled sound that goes straight to his cock.
"you okay?" he murmurs.
you nod quickly, swallowing away at the nerves. "it just feels... weird."
"good weird?"
you nod again — and the way you do it, wide-eyed and trusting, makes him exhale shakily.
he strokes himself harder, a little faster, hips following the rhythm. the spongy tip of his cock keeps bumping and sliding against your slit with every pass, the feeling so dizzying you swear you could see stars. your slick coats his hand, helping the slick grip glide effortlessly against himself — makes everything sloppy and hot and impossible for him to 'aim'.
rafe swears he can lose himself in the sight of you alone. swears he'd give anything to see this everyday — you, eyes glassy and blinking slow, completely fucked-out and trembling under his guidance. so vulnerable. so trusting. pliant, too — keeping your thighs perched open enough to allow him the space he demands, without having to be asked.
you force a tiny breath out, shaky and full of shame, and he rewards you by rolling the head down again. and this time, when it catches, it sinks just a little deeper than before. enough to make your eyes fly fully open. enough to make your hips lift before you can stop yourself, telling him everything he needs to know.
he freezes. not really. just enough to pretend he's surprised.
"shit," he mutters, voice going hoarse. "that—that was deeper than i meant. m'sorry, baby."
and despite his apology, he stays there a beat too long — buried millimeters inside of your warm heat, throbbing. he pulls out slowly, letting a slick string stretch between where he’d previously pushed inside of you.
your heart jumps into your throat, "it's okay, ray," you whisper quickly, like you don't want him to feel bad. "was just an accident, right?"
thinking about creepy bsf!rafe who’s obsessed with you
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who begs for your nudes almost every single day and will never leave you alone until you say yes. For the most part, you always give in to his pleas and send him all the pics. He only encourages you to send them ‘just in case’ someone else were to get a hold of them. He’s only keeping them just to protect you.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who can’t help but discreetly take pictures of you whenever you’re not looking so he can add them to his little collection later on. Who reminds himself that these pictures are simply for adoration and memories. Who also finds himself jerking off to all of your pictures in the middle of the night. His thick ropes of cum spurts out as he starts at his favorite picture of your plump tits.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who constantly reminds you that your relationship with him is very special, and no one could ever come in between you guys. He knows for certain that no man will ever love you like he does. Rafe loves you to death!!
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who initiates sleepovers whenever he’s not working. Who waits until he hears your soft snores before reaching under your top to play with your hardened nipples. It’s not the first time he’s done this and it simply won’t be the last.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who grips your tits even harder as you lean further into his touch in your drowsy state. Who takes it even further and pops one of your nipples into his mouth to be even closer to you. Who ends up falling asleep painfully hard with your tits in his face.
CREEPY BSF!RAFE who wakes up to find his semi-hard cock deep inside your throat. Who almost cums too early just from the way your tired eyes look up at him as you bob your head up and down his length. Who softly caresses your face as he pushes your head down even more.
EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who swallows every ounce of his nut and keeps going until Rafe’s shaking, twitching, and shivering all over the fucking bed. Who doesn’t stop even when Rafe’s thick thighs clamp around your head in a desperate attempt to push you off of him.
EQUALLY OBSESSED!READER who kisses Rafe passionately with her cum-stained lips and falls back asleep on his chest. Whose heart flutters at the fact that she has the most amazing best friend ever.
author’s note: FAWKKKKKK I just watched the new (not really) Hellraiser and he looked SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FINEEEE!!! I NEED HIM TO BREED MEE!!
arrangedmarriage!rafe who loves hearing you say degrading shit. he loves laughing at you in your face while you cry, not being able to speak but moan. his favorite sentence to tell you to ‘thank your daddy for selling you to a cameron’ who then he rewards you with orgasms when you obey and gets meaner when you’re bratty.
arrangedmarriage!rafe who is is ridiculously turned on by your changing body. as soon as your tits start swelling and getting sensitive, he’s on them constantly, sucking, biting, and leaving marks all over them. always sucking bruises into the soft flesh, making you whimper because everything feels more intense.
arrangedmarriage!rafe who’s honeymoon phase with you is absolutely wild. he keeps you in the bedroom for days, only letting you out to eat. multiple rounds every single day, morning sex where he wakes you up by eating you out until you’re crying, lazy afternoon fucks on the balcony where anyone could see, and rough nights where he ties your wrists to the headboard and edges you until you’re begging.
arrangedmarriage!rafe who is so horny during the second trimester when your belly really starts showing. missionary is out of the picture, he loves fucking you from behind or spooning so he can wrap one arm around your bump and the other around your throat.
arrangedmarriage!rafe who didn’t want this marriage at first. he saw it as another one of his dad’s power moves; merging families for business. but the second he saw you walking down the aisle in that white dress, something dark clicked in him. that night he didn’t even wait to get to the honeymoon suite properly; he had you bent over the nearest surface in the reception hall bathroom, dress shoved up around your waist, while he fucked you hard enough that your legs shook for the rest of the night.
arrangedmarriage!rafe who makes shower sex become a regular thing because the water helps with the extra weight and rafe loves watching soap run down your pregnant body. he’ll press you against the tiles, one hand supporting your belly while the other rubs your clit, fucking you until your legs give out.
ex!rafe who lets you to say to everyone that you chose the break up, because he knows how much you need the validation knowing you ended it when you both agreed it was mutual
ex!rafe who still drives past your house everyday, making sure the lights are off at 12pm so that you’re sleeping well. and if they’re not, then you’re certain a text will be sent
R : go to sleep
you: ??
R : sleep, baby
ex!rafe doesn’t change your nick name from what it was in his contacts even months after you two promise you’re over. as soon as you send a message to him, he replies instantly.
ex!rafe who never, not once, even looks at another girl. topper and kelce try constantly to convince him there are “more fish in the sea”, but rafe just shakes his head. “i don’t want other fish.”
ex!rafe whos always by your side at parties, never touching you without your consent but always there in time when you’re too drunk and slurring words. and rafe who takes you home as soon as he knows you’ve gone past your intolerance, saying kind words to your parents so they won’t scold you as much as they would if he hadn’t given an explanation
ex!rafe who doesn’t care how you call him your “boy best friend”. everyone has eyes can see the way you two look at each other, and whatever it is, it definitely isn’t platonic.
ex!rafe who pretends not to get jealous over how close you are with the pogues, especially the boys, but he doesn’t want to act like an over territorial animal so whenever you two hang out he just kisses your temple and rests his forehead against your hair.
ex!rafe who, when everything is quiet, looks over the photos of you two dating in his camera roll. he has a whole album with just pictures of you, and sometimes he’ll sneak one cute one without you looking.
ex!rafe who knows you love him, that the breakup wasn’t casual. it’s why he dismissed all you snarky comments whenever it’s bought up. he knows you, better than anyone.
ex!rafe who knows that no matter how many times you break up with him, you’ll always get back together. of that he’s certain.
dilf!cameron being the richest motherfucker in the neighborhood, and generous as hell. a little calmer due to growing in age, yet he's still just as dangerous from his younger years. father of a younger daughter named angelene, rafe developed more of a softer side for the women in his life, despite his failing relationship with the mother of his child—which is where you come in.
dilf!cameron didn't expect to fall for a younger girl, let alone someone that could have passed for his daughter, or even a babysitter for his little girl. though when he realized it, he did nothing to stop it. even when topper and kelce questioned it, he didn't care.
topper, two whiskey glasses deep and curious. "i don't know man, she's hot and all, but..."
kelce chimed in. "she's young as hell, probably childish."
rafe let it go in the ear and out the other. "since when do you two know anything about love? kelce, i don't remember the last time you had a girlfriend and topper, last time i checked, you got left for a pogue...twice."
dilf!cameron who pours all his love into you—spoiling you with whatever you want, planning dates (despite the suspicion from the woman thats still his wife), and carving out large chunks of time just for you. there's nothing he won't do for the girl that drives the beverage cart at the country club. which once you're his, of course he wants you to quit and let him take care of you full time. always the possessive type, rafe does not want other men undressing you with their eyes the way he does. he practically seethes whenever he sees other dirty, old silver foxes, tipping you large amounts and flirting like they haven't had pussy in years.
dilf!cameron being the typical, dominant man. does not let you take control during sex. he wants you obedient, even if you act bratty at first. he'll always remind you who's in control. loves, loves to throat fuck you til' you can't handle it—he will never miss the chance to stuff your mouth full, especially when you're running that sweet little mouth he so desperately enjoys. with him, rafe never gets tired. he'll fuck you so long as you're begging for it, and goes crazy whenever he puts you in doggy. smacking your ass to watch it bounce back, a sharp sting marking it as he shoves himself into your cunt from behind you. calls you pet names like "princess" or "sweet girl."
dilf!cameron who never fails to give aftercare. caters to you every chance he gets. running hot baths, ordering take out and watching your favorite movies while you sit in his lap. the rafe that loves the small domestic things you do for him—cooking him dinner, wearing those little lingerie sets he likes, and he's willing to do anything, everything to keep you; especially when he knows you won't settle for being a secret. if he's gonna love you, he's gonna do it proudly.
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-"
Summary: after he was begging you for months to hit it raw you finally let him. But he gets too excited to last long
Warnings:( Smut (MDNI), Unprotected sex, Praise & degradation, Rafe being obsessed with you, Slight power struggle, Bitchy attitude (from you), Begging (from him), Possessiveness, Probably some light choking/gripping, A lot of dirty talk
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"Come on, baby. Just once. Just let me feel you."
It had been Rafe's favorite thing to beg for since the start of your relationship. His obsession. His mission.
Every time he had you underneath him, his body pressing yours into the mattress, his hands gripping at your waist or your wrists or your throat—he'd ask. He'd plead. He'd run his lips over your ear, whispering filthy promises about how good it would feel, how much better it would be, how you’d never want to go back.
And every time, you told him no.
You liked making him work for it. You liked the way his jaw clenched, the way his grip got tighter, the way his frustration seeped into every rough thrust. Because Rafe Cameron didn’t lose, and telling him no? That made him desperate to win.
But tonight?
Tonight, you felt mean.
Maybe it was the way he’d been looking at you all night, the way his hands had barely left your body, like he was starving. Maybe it was the way he pulled you onto his lap the second you got to his house, hands palming your ass, lips dragging along your jaw. Maybe it was the way you wanted to ruin him.
So, when he kissed you breathless and muttered against your lips, "Please, baby, just once," you smirked.
"Fine."
Rafe froze. His pupils dilated so fast you thought he might pass out. His lips parted, brows pulling together like he was trying to process what he just heard.
You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "You heard me."
And then?
He lost his fucking mind.
The second his cock pressed inside, with nothing in between, he let out a sound you’d never heard before. Like an actual, feral groan, deep in his chest, his body shuddering against yours as he bottomed out.
"Fuck," he gasped, dropping his head to your shoulder. His hands gripped your thighs like he wanted to bruise them, like he needed to ground himself. "Fuck. You feel—Jesus."
His breath was hot against your neck, his whole body shaking with restraint. Like he wanted to ruin you, but he was trying—failing—to keep himself together.
"You good?" you teased, a smirk playing on your lips.
Rafe let out a low, humorless laugh before he pulled back to look at you. His blue eyes were dark, wild, possessive.
"Oh, baby," he rasped, voice dripping with something dangerous. His hand slid up your body, fingers wrapping around your throat, tilting your chin up. "You just fucked up."
Rafe didn’t move for a second. He just stayed there, buried inside you to the hilt, like he was trying to memorize the way you felt around him. Like he was already dreading the moment he had to pull out.
“Holy shit,” he rasped, voice all shaky and breathless.
You smirked, just a little, running your hands up his arms. “What? You’re not gonna punk out on me, are you?”
That snapped something in him.
Rafe let out a choked laugh, but there was nothing funny about the way he gripped your waist. “You think I’m gonna tap out? Oh, baby.” His fingers dug into your skin, holding you down. “I’m just trying not to bust the second I move.”
You laughed, but the sound cut off when he rolled his hips—just once, slow, deep.
His whole body shuddered. His head dropped forward, forehead pressing into yours, his jaw clenching like he was physically fighting his own body.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, voice wrecked. His breath came out in short, sharp bursts, and his grip on you only got tighter. “Oh my God, this is—this is so much better—”
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, dragging your nails up his back. “C’mon, baby,” you whispered, lips brushing his. “I thought you were dying for this. Don’t tell me you can’t handle it.”
That did it.
Rafe’s hands jerked your hips up, making you gasp, making you feel just how hard he was struggling to keep it together.
“You love running that mouth, don’t you?” he gritted out, glaring down at you. “Think you’re so fucking funny.”
You smirked up at him, dragging your fingers through his hair. “You begged for this, Cameron. If you can’t handle it, just say so.”
That was the final straw.
Rafe let out a sharp breath, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you were still talking, still teasing him when he was this close to fucking losing it.
“Okay,” he muttered, half to himself, like he was officially done playing nice. His hand wrapped around your throat, pressing you into the mattress, tilting your chin up so he could look you in the eyes when he said—
“Don’t fucking move.”
Then, he pulled out—all the way—before slamming back in, forcing a gasp from your lips as he stretched you again.
Rafe let out a broken groan, his body shuddering as he tried—tried—not to let it get the best of him. But you were so tight, so fucking warm, and there was nothing, nothing, in between.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he gasped, his forehead dropping to your shoulder. “Baby, I swear to God, I can’t—”
You laughed, breathless. “Already?”
His grip tightened around your throat in warning. “Shut up,” he muttered, voice shaking.
You did, but only because you were too distracted by the way he was trembling above you, holding himself back, gritting his teeth so hard his jaw popped.
You could feel how desperate he was. You could see the way his abs tensed, his muscles flexing as he fought for every ounce of self-control he had.
He wanted to ruin you. He needed to.
But he was so close, and it was killing him.
Rafe let out a shaky breath, glaring down at you. “I hate you,” he muttered, his voice all breathless and wrecked.
You smirked. “No, you don’t.”
And then, you moved. Just a little. Just enough to make him jerk inside you, to make his whole body seize up.
“Oh, you bitch,” he groaned, his grip tightening as he thrust forward, his restraint finally snapping.
