Hiii this is just an idea you don't have to read this, but for loverboy!rafe x stripper!reader could it be like he takes her out for dinner after a shift and he could buy her a new purse or jewellery or lingerie she mentioned wanting once after having sex and she actually loves it, making them closer
i love this series, don't give up please
𝓈𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓍𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈
downbad!sub!rafe x stripper!reader ⁀➴ pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4
summary: rafe buys stripper!reader expensive lingerie
warnings: 18+, mdni, fem reader, smut, swearing, strip club, dirty talk, slight age gap (19-22), unprotected p in v, car sex, ass slapping, rafe is forced to cum twice, nicknames (mommy, baby, sweetie), kissing, experienced reader, reader has a soft spot for rafe, stripper au
a/n: i'm loving this series so much send me more stuff guyss
words: 2.7k
𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔…
𑣲𝄞 so anxious - ginuwine
are you here yet? i don't see you i miss you
you came in yesterday 😭 i'm walking there
i came in my pants thats what i did holy i'm so excited to see you i need you so bad
cute i still have other customers remember barry was on my ass last night cs i was spending way too much time with u lmao
tell him i'll pay for the time stolen i just need you
u think u can fix everything with money huh?
well it's worked so far no?
the club was packed tonight. the sound of heels clicking and loud chatter filled the room backstage where you and the rest of the girls hurriedly got ready. it wasn't a particularly calm night, more and more customers walking in each hour.
you get your cue when you hear the song change for the fifth time tonight, sensually paving through the curtains into the main stage, greeted with cheers and whistles. you make your way over to the pole located in the middle of the stage and begin your routine. you finally reach your flow-like state, where you can mute out all the dirty bullshit those men yell at you, and just get this over with.
you look for rafe in the audience, subtly squinting through the bright colored lights that obscured some of your vision. when you do spot him, he's looking at you with that dumb dog look he always has on his face when you're performing. with a sly smile, you swipe your tongue over your front teeth, whipping your hair and arching your back. you squat to pick up all your tips from the shiny acrylic floor, before blowing a few kisses to the audience and exiting while swaying your hips side to side.
you agreed to let rafe take you out to eat after your shift. it usually ends around three to four in the morning, but today you're leaving at midnight. thankfully, the club was hosting a drinking event, so you were still make some tips before leaving since it was fuller than it would've been on a regular day.
rafe told you to bring a dress. he knew you normally left the club to go home in more casual clothes, like a long jacket with only your lingerie underneath. you don't really own any fancy dresses, because you don't really have anywhere to go with them, but you do have many tight, skimpy dresses. you choose the most modest one you could find, a black one that was still very short and had a pretty deep neckline, but atleast it didn't have any cut-outs. you spray your hair with some dry shampoo to hopefully mask the sweat it accumulated while you were performing, check yourself out in the mirror to make sure your big hoop earrings and sultry makeup are perfect, and leave to find rafe where you last saw him.
"oh my god" rafe's hand flew to his chest, his mouth wide open as he took you in "you're so perfect".
you giggle at his boyish reaction, hugging him by the neck and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, leaving behind some of your lipstick which you then wipe off with your manicured thumb.
you enter his car and he just sits back admiring you, his hand massaging his chin, looking you up and down, completely starstruck by the hottest girl he's ever seen sitting in his car, ready to be taken out on a date. "what?" you furrow your brows, smiling.
"it's just- you're so perfect" he blurts out, no more than a whisper. "you always say that!"
"because it's true" you can't help it but reach over the console to kiss him, hungry and needy. he moans into the kiss, hands gripping your waist and pulling you on top of him as you lower them to your hips, inviting him to squeeze your ass. the kiss is totally nasty, wet saliva stringing between your tongues as both your hands find their way over the sides of his face.
you're quick to lift yourself up to remove your hot pink thong from only one leg, not bothered to fully remove it, as you undo his belt and free his cock from his now very tight jeans.
you stroke him before you line up and drop yourself fully onto him, causing his head to fall foward as he lets out a whiny moan. you press a trail of kisses from his jaw all the way to his collarbones, while he's just visibly in awe, nervous of what to do next, he doesn't want to ruin this moment.
you bounce yourself up and down on his cock, the car filled with the sound of skin slapping skin. your hands slide under his shirt to feel his abs, his hips bucking up as he raises his calves, chasing more of whatever wonderful high he was feeling right now.
you take his hands in yours, hooking them on the neckline of your dress and pulling them down, dragging the stretchy fabric along with them, revealing your perfect tits to him. his eyes widen and his cheeks turn a bright shade of pink, and you just can't help the smile that appears on your face. you love to see him so flustered about something the other men you'd been with would deem as so common.
"fuckkkk" his whimpers got louder and more desperate and you could tell he was reaching his finish line, but you weren't fully satisfied yet, so you press your hands on his chest "baby, hey, it will feel better if we go slower, like this" you show him as you slow down the pace, grinding while his cock's buried deep inside you "just relax, i got you. let me do the work, you just enjoy m'kay?" you press harder on his chest, helping him lower his hips and stay still and he brings one hand from your ass to your breast, kneading your soft skin as his face falls foward in overstimulation.
"ah- mo- mommy, 's too much" you feel his thighs tremble beneath you, so you press a kiss to his temple, in an attempt to ground him.
"shh, i know, i know" you kiss his lips, but he can't kiss you back from how much he's already feeling, so he moans into your mouth instead.
"g- gonna cum! please let me cum- shit- please can i cum mommy" you take that as a sign to quicken the pace. you wanted to pull out, but then thought about staining your dress, so you just put all your hopes on birth control as you help him ride out his orgasm.
he moans louder than you ever heard and you feel his warm load filling you, both of you panting as he peppers kisses all over your neck "god i love you so much". you ignore that, many men have said that to you and you were quick to realize it was only said during sex, that shit has no meaning coming out of a man's mouth.
you were surprised they served at midnight, almost one in the morning, but who knows how much rafe bribed them for to keep the restaurant open at this hour. it's a lot fancier than you imagined. you'd never been to a place like this before. you hook your hand in rafe's bicep, leaning your head on his shoulder as you're greeted by the seemingly kind waiter who guides you to your table "right this way mr. cameron". it was just like in the movies you saw, with a lit candle in the middle and romantic jazz music playing in the background. he pulls out a chair for you and helps you sit down, sitting on the one in front of yours right after. you smile, a twinkle in your eyes as he lays the white cloth napkin flat on his lap.
you felt some stares from older, richer-looking women who wore pearl necklaces and had their hair in french twists, who probably thought "what the hell is this whore doing with the rafe cameron in a place like this?". after all, everyone in high society knew who the camerons were, but they weren't the ones sitting with rafe so..
"this is beautiful rafe, thank you. seriously." you place his hand on his, caressing it side to side with your thumb.
"anything for you" he's honestly stunned by how warm and appreciative you're being right now, he knows you don't do that, so he tries his best to mask his surprise.
"y'know, i- i got a gift for you.."
"what are you talking about?" you ask, your brows knitting together as you turn your face to the side in suspicion. he is way too comfortable with spending money on you, and you love it.
"well- i don't know if you should open it here, but i was just too anxious for your reaction, i can't hide it anymore" he looks down as he hands you a pink and black designer box. "what? rafe!" you bring a hand to cover your mouth, hiding your excitement. you can see the brand on it, agent provocateur, and you already know what it is. unable to hide your smile anymore, you uncover your mouth and discretly open the box, to find the exact lingerie you mentioned a week or two ago, that was "way too expensive" but that you "have always wanted".
"rafe i can't believe you did this!" you stand up and he does the same, following your cue. you give him a big loving kiss and rest your head on his chest in gratitude "it's nothing, seriously" he says, brushing your hair with his fingers.
"it's not nothing! what- why did you do this?" you say, sitting back down, admiring the gift in the box.
"you said you wanted it. you want it you got it"
"oh dont say shit like that." you shake your head side to side, looking him in his eyes. the men you'd been with in the past would never even think of doing something like this, ever. he just interlaces his fingers with yours, loving the raw version of you, the one that doesn't need to act tough and can simply relax.
"this was amazing sweetie, thank you" you sigh as he drives through the gates of tannyhill. he holds your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it, with a satisfied smile on his face.
"aren't your parents home baby?" you ask. you know he's younger than you. last time he brought you here, you had to sneak into his room.
"they're away this week for business. only my two sisters are home but they can't say shit" you take his hand and place it on your thigh, which makes him look at it, then at you, with a nervous expression. you wanted him to know he could touch you without you asking, but he's just never been with a woman as beautiful as you, so it's all new to him. he doesn't want to fuck this up.
"they're away hm?" you think of all the possibilities that just appeared.
"uh- yeah i-" his eyes dart to your hand palming at his jeans, while you make eye contact with him, brushing a few hairs out of his face with your other hand.
"i'm thinkin' we can put this gift of yours to use no?" you lift your bare leg to place your heel over the dashboard of the car, exposing your panties to him as your short dress hiked up your hips. you can hear him letting out a ragged breath as he tries not to stare out of respect, but just can't help it.
you can't even get to the stairs so you pin rafe's strong body against the wall, kissing him agressively, grinding yourself on his now raised knee. it's truly a sight to see, such a big man all needy for a woman way tinier than him.
he takes off his shirt as you remove your jacket, his hands feeling your entire body. you could tell he wanted this badly.
you're now undoing his jeans and he's letting the straps of your dress fall down your shoulders, before you shimmy out the stretchy fabric, leaving you in only your thong.
"sweetie- wait- wait." you interrupt his desperate kiss, his mouth still following yours after you break apart "i'm supposed to wear the lingerie. just- just wait i'll be fast." you promise, placing a kiss to his pink cheek.
you hurry up the stairs, carrying the box in your hands and rafe follows behind you. you stop at the long hallway, staring at the many doors, not remembering where his bedroom is. he hovers his hand on the small of your back and points, breathy "that one". you enter it as fast as possible, taking the box with you to his bathroom inside. he sits on the bed, pushing his jeans fully off, and tries his best not to just jerk off to the thought of you right then and there. his cock was straining hard against his underwear, pulsing like it had a mind of its own.
as soon as you open the door, his mouth falls wide open as he lets out a soft sigh, his eyes not able to focus on only one place to look at.
"fuck fuck fuck, don't do this to me" he shifts his gaze from you to his boner and from his boner to you.
"you like it?" you give him a turn, with a sly smile, showing off your plump ass, the way the black thong hugged it perfectly.
"i'm so hard right now" he just shuts his eyes and looks up, hand rubbing over his forehead all the way to his jaw.
his breath hitches as you step closer, one heel after the other, you hug his neck, straddling him, grinding your hips against his hard-on and kissing him deeply.
rafe moans in your ear, his eyes shutting as he tries to get you off him "ah- wait- nononono- fuckkkk" you can tell exactly what just happened, feeling your inner thigh wet, not by you, by him. he just came and his cock wasn't even out yet. "i- shit- i'm so so sorry mommy- i- fuck" he looks devastated. "hey- hey it's okay.. it's okay baby don't worry"
"no, no it's not okay. i'm so sorry i- you- i just can't control myself. i promised i would make you cum first i- sorry."
"shh, shh" you press a finger to his lips, shushing him "it's okay.. but you'll have to do it again for me baby. so i can cum. you think you can do that?"
"yes! yes i- i'll cum again i'll do anything" he anxiously says, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, ashamed but relieved you forgive him.
you peel his sticky underwear off, revealing his now red, strained cock. "what a mess you made hm" you smile, eyes wide open. you can feel his embarassment.
"we're gonna try something different today yeah?" you nod, encouraging him to nod along with you, even when he has no idea what you're talking about. you lay on the bed on your stomach, ass up for him, head resting on the mattress. you wiggle it for him, inviting him to remove your thong and to line himself up.
"go on baby don't be scared" when he hears your words, he pushes himself into you with a deep groan, and starts to set the pace.
"slap my ass" you turn your face slightly to look him in the eyes. he has that stupid look on his face, as if he doesn't know what you mean, which he probably doesn't. "wha- what?" he furrows his brows, both from confusion and from the tingling sensation as your pussy swallows his dick.
"you won't hurt me. it's nice, go on" you assure. he thinks of your past partners, maybe that's what they did with you, and you enjoyed it, and he would do anything you enjoy, so..
SMACK
the palm of his hand finds your cheek with a loud smack that echoed through the walls, making you cry out of pleasure.
"fuck- are you okay?" it's cute to see him so worried about this, how inexperienced he is.
"that was perfect baby, keep going"
you can tell he's starting to get the hang of it when you feel your thighs starting to shake as you come undone, with a loud moan.
he hugs your waist, resting his head on your neck, pressing kisses to it to calm himself and you down as he pulls out.
he lays on his back next to you, chest rising and falling, as he looks over, fidgeting with his fingers. you see his eyes drift from the bra you still have on to his fingers and back again. you know exactly why he's so nervous.
"don't worry sweetie, this one's for your eyes only."
