summary — you surprise him at one his premieres that he begged you to come to
youve been Drew's assistant for months, tasked with managing his chaotic schedule and taming the problems in his daily life. It's a wonder you haven't lost your mind yet, given the constant demands and last-minute changes that come with catering to a celebrity. But somehow, you've learned to navigate Drew's world with ease, all while maintaining a sense of calm that eludes him. It's almost comical, really, you're the epitome of organization and precision, whereas Drew is a walking disaster, always running late and anxiety driven about the next big thing.
despite your different approaches to life, you've developed an unlikely friendship with Drew over the past few months. You've grown accustomed to his anxious energy, and he's learned to appreciate your no-nonsense attitude. As the days have turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, you've begun to realize that your feelings for Drew go beyond friendship. You've tried to brush it off as a silly crush, but the truth is, you're hooked. You can't help but admire the way his eyes wrinkle at the corners when he smiles or how he stutters when he speaks to you. The problem, of course, is that Drew is a notorious playboy, always on the prowl for the next girl to pounce on. You're not naive enough to think you stand a chance.
today is the day of the premier for Onslaught, Drew's latest movie. He's been a nervous wreck all morning, pacing back and forth in front of the mirror as he preps for the red carpet. When he turns to you and says, "I don't understand why you're not coming with me," you know you have to draw a line. You can't keep enabling his dependency on you, no matter how much you care for him. So you say the one word that will likely send him into a wreck "No!" Drew's scoffs, and he storms out of the room without a word.
you have to admit that your relationship is a little inappropriate. drew latches onto you like a child does to a mother and he uses you as an anchor in everything he does because you do things so well. So you have to draw the line somewhere.
fast-forward to the premier, where Drew is currently sweating bullets during an interview. His anxiety is at an all time high, his eyes darting towards the crowd as he forces a smile onto his face. And then, suddenly, a hair on the back of his neck stands on end. He looks up, his gaze locking onto yours as you stand at the edge of the crowd, smiling brightly back at him. The camera flashes, capturing the moment, and for an instant, everyone’s eyes were on you. But It's just you and Drew, locked in this moment feeling as though you were the only two in the room.
As the interviews wrap up, you make your way over to Drew, he turns to you, asking, "You showed up. Why'd you show up?"
You take a deep breath, preparing for the aftermath of your earlier argument. "I'm really sorry, I just—" But Drew cuts you off, "Why?" He says practically demanding an answer.
"You know why," you say, winking at him.
He chuckles, shaking his head, and you both enter into the building engulfed in a room full of his colleagues. He hands you a glass of sparkling champagne. "Well, I suppose you're here now. Let's make the most of it."
As you sip your drink, taking in the atmosphere, Drew fills you in on the reactions to his movie surrounding Onslaught. His hand finds its way to your back, moving up and down in a gentle, possessive gesture that raises more than a few eyebrows among his co-stars.
Just then, a handsome stranger approaches you,"You look stunning in that black dress, miss." he says, his smile wide and his eyes inviting. "May I have the pleasure of your name?"
You feel Drew's hand squeeze your back ever so slightly before it slips off, only to graze your butt in a gentle way. The stranger's eyes flicker to Drew, who was disinterested in the stranger advances from the start, "Sorry, she's unavailable," Drew says, ushering him away.
You turn to him, with a confused on your face. "Unavailable?" you repeat.
Drew offers a downward smile and shrugs. "Yeah. And you're fired."
You're taken aback, "What? Why?" This job has been your lively hood and the biggest break you could ever imagine, it would be catastrophic for you to lose it. You start to wonder where you messed up and if it was even fixable, because his words were certain and clear.
He smirks. "Because I can't date my assistant without it being a problem." Your eyebrows shoot up, and before you can process his words, Drew leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss. His hands pull your waist closer to him, deepening the embrace. You both earn side eyes from everyone in the room but you two were far from caring.
Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer and finally He breaks the kiss, still holding your waist as he whispers in your ear, “this dress is coming off tonight.”
warnings — MDNI kissing, sexual acts, and tensionn :)
summary — you had a bad date and rafe picks you up on his motorcycle and things get tense
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you sit across from your date, trying to force a smile as he drones on about his job as an accountant. The conversation has been stilted from the start, and you glance at your watch for what feels like the hundredth time. You're desperate to get out of here, but your brother topper is busy at work and you can't call him to rescue you like you normally would and your mother was babysitting baby wren, the child you had 3 months ago.
you have been going out on dates every weekend in hopes of finding a fitting father for wren, but anytime you would bring up your baby girl each guy would make a fatal mistake — they would not even consider or shied away from asking questions about the most important person in your life. Which is this dates mistake, he would only talk about himself and what he’s interested in. you needed to leave.
you quickly dial the number of your brother's best friend and your baby daddy, rafe as your last resort. You've only talked to him a few times since the birth of your baby, and that was much better than the no-contact you had with him during your whole pregnancy. the baby was purely a mistake and after some disagreements you had broken up because of his drug usage.
you were so stubborn with him that he hasn’t met his child since the birth. You knew you were wrong for that but you couldn’t trust him, especially with his drug problem but you would update him about her progress and he would beg to see her — to which you were never ready to do. But nonetheless rafe would prove he was clean by monthly drug tests, and if you were honest with yourself you knew it wasn’t just the drugs that was keeping him from wren. It was because you knew that if you saw your baby in his arms you would want him back.
rafe answers on the first ring, and you pray he can sense the urgency in your voice. "rafe, I need a favor. I'm on a really bad date and I need you to come get me." You try to keep your voice low, because you lied to your date saying you had an urgent call that needed to be answered.
"Yeah, I'm on my way. Where are you?" He quickly says. You tell him the name of the restaurant, trying to keep your eyes from meeting your date's annoyed gaze. You hang up the phone and you can tell your date is getting suspicious, and you don't want to make things worse. You try to make small talk, but it's clear he's not buying it. He's getting angry, and you're getting scared.
You wait, feeling more and more trapped as the minutes tick by. Your date seems to sense your restlessness and starts to get agitated, his voice rising as he complains about how rude you're being. You try to stay calm, but your trapped, and you need Rafe to get here fast. You glance around the restaurant, hoping to see him walk through the door, but he's nowhere to be seen.
Finally, you see Rafe pulling up on his motorcycle through the glass of the restaurant. You breathe a sigh of relief as he walks towards you, his eyes scanning the area searching for you. He's dressed in his usual striped t-shirt and jeans, and he looks like a guardian angel sent to rescue you from this nightmare. He spots you and quickly walks over to you, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" he asks.
You nod quickly, desperate to get out of there. "I'm fine, just want to go." Rafe nods, his eyes never leaving yours as he reaches out to take your arm.
That's when your date decides to intervene. He grabs your shoulder, spinning you around to face him. "Where do you think you're going?" he sneers. You feel a safe as Rafe's nearby, knowing he would protect you.
He shoves the guy off you, his arm coming between you and your date. "Touch her again and I’ll fuck up your face," he spat, getting the guy to back off. You let out a light gasp as Rafe turns to you, he offers a reassuring smile.
"Come on, let's go," he says, his voice softening as he looks at you. You nod as Rafe takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant. You can hear your date yelling behind you, but you don't look back. You're safe now, thanks to Rafe.
You follow him to the motorcycle and Rafe hands you a helmet, you put it on and climb onto the back of the bike. Rafe gets on in front of you, and you wrap your arms around his waist, feeling the rumble of the engine beneath you.
before you guys speed off rafe utters, “how’s wren while your out here trying to catch some dick she could’ve been with me, learning who her father is.” you sigh, “she’s with her grandma and I was looking for a father not some fix.”
“why look when you have a perfectly good one here.” He says, revving the engine of his motorcycle. As you speed away from the restaurant, you look back and see your date standing alone in the parking lot, his angry face receding into the distance. the wind whipping through your hair and you cling to Rafes chest.
Your hands roam around his torso, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt. You're acutely aware of the tension building between you. Rafe's hand brushes against your leg, ever so softly as he used to do when you guys dated. You glance at him, but his eyes are fixed on the road ahead. You can't help but squeeze him tighter, your grip on his chest growing firmer.
The bike turns into a driveway, and you look around, confused. This isn't your place. Rafe kills the engine, and he gets off the bike and approaches you. He takes off his helmet, then reaches out and removes yours, tossing it across the lawn with a carefree grin. he turns to face you. “this isn’t my place, what are you doing?” You asked.
"You can't touch me like that and expect me not to drive to my place," he says, you try to play it cool, but your words come out stuttering. "W-what?" Rafe takes a step closer, "Do you want me?" he asks. You try to say the right thing, but your mind goes blank.
"We shouldn't..." you trail off, knowing it's a weak excuse. Rafe inches closer, "That's not what I asked. Do you want me?" He says again. You try to deny it, to push him away, but your body betrays you. You nod, barely perceptible, and the word escapes your lips in a whisper. "Yes."
he take no time to lean in, his lips claiming yours in a sensual kiss. Your lips do not break apart as you he walks backwards towards the door of his house, fiddling with the doorknob until he manage to open it. He continues backing up, all the way to the couch in the living room. Your kisses are quick and intense as he tosses off his shirt.
He throws you on his lap and starts biting your lip in between kisses in the more pleasant way possible. His hands, roam from your neck to your back and then to your butt, which he squeezes with intensity.
You begin to grind against him, his hard on rubbing against your clit was only making it better. He tosses you onto the plush cushions beside you and slips off the couch angling his face in between your legs, he slides your lace underwear to the side and begins piping his fingers into you, in which you let out soft moans, taking in the feeling.
He uses his free hand to unzip his pants and begin stroking his dick at the same pace he's pumping his fingers into you. He beings to work his fingers faster and his tongue went to your clit, swirling at a prominent pace, matching the speed with how he is stroking his dick.
Your hands clutch his hair, gripping it with vice. His fingers begin to hit your cervix and your one pump away from comeing. Finally you feel the band in your stomach snap and body begins to shake. He gets up, pushing the tip of his dick into your cunt to come, his hands jerking the rest of his dick off as he pumps his warm come into you, painting your walls white.
Finally he comes to a stop and plops down on the couch next to you, zipping up his pants. "God, that felt so good, I’ve missed you so much." He breathes. You're still catching you breath when suddenly the door knob starts to fiddle and rafe quickly throws on his T-shirt and you slip your underwear to its appropriate place. The door opens and in walks your brother, topper. "Oh! Hey sis what are you doing here?" He asks, holding bags of Chinese food.
You stutter, "had a bad date and rafe picked me up." You innocently smile.
"Yeah we were just sitting here, chattin’" Rafe smiles. “I think we’ve came to an agreement that wren will be in my life a lot more.” he says looking to you for approval, you nod, thinking that wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
“im glad you two worked things out.” Topper places the Chinese food on the table and claps his hands together, "well who wants to eat!?" You look to rafe and he nods, and three of you enjoy egg rolls and rice.
summary — rafe wakes up next to you, marking your body.
rafes body is pressed against yours, his chest rising and falling with each breath that graced your skin. His fingers dance across your figure, leaving trails of goosebumps — his touch becomes more possessive, more insistent as he wraps his arms around you, holding you so close that you can feel his heart beating against your chest.
his lips graze the curve of your neck, Its then that you realize what he's doing. He's about to mark you, claim you as his own. you feel his breath whisper against your ear, "You're mine.” he murmurs, “No one will ever have you like I do,” and you can't help but to lean into his touch.
his fingers move to the curve of your neck, and he slightly tightens his grip as he applies a gentle bite. It's a soft, comforting pain, one that makes you feel wanted, needed, craved. You can't help but moan softly at the pleasure of that.
he continues trailing down your neck with soft bites. As he releases the bite, his lips whisper sweet nothings in your ear. "You're beautiful when I mark you up like this." he murmurs.
You turn your head, catching rafes gaze. His eyes are dark and intense, filled with a possessiveness that has always made you weak in the knees. You can see the desire in his eyes, the need to claim you, to make you his.
his hands move to cradle your face, his thumbs tracing the curves of your cheeks. You lean in, your lips meeting his in a hungry, desperate kiss. As you kiss, you can feel Rafe's heart pounding against yours, the excitement of it all very present.
His lips move to the base of your throat, where he leaves a series of gentle bites, each one a promise of possession. “you’re doing so good f’me” he praises.
He begins to suck on your neck, vicariously leaving hickeys in every spot he could find, which was your favorite part because when he did this he would leave soft kisses in the places he marked, showing how tender and passionate these love bites we’re for him.
His fingers dance across your skin, tracing the curves of your body as if memorizing every inch of you. he takes a good look at your neck, admiring his work with a satisfying nod. But he knew your body so well, to the point where he knew you were wet at this point, his hand travels down into your pants and he begins to rub your clit. you spread your legs wider, giving him more access.
you let out a soft moan, which earns an "aw" from him, knowing just how satisfying this feeling is for you. you feel his breath against your ear once more, as he slides two fingers into your slit. "do you like that?" he whispers, pumping his fingers in and out at the pace you like most.
"mhm" you manage to let out, but that was not satisfactory for him.
"use your words or im stopping." he threatens, which causes you to let out, "yes, I like that." he begins to pump faster into you, you're a moaning mess at this point as he buries his face in your neck kissing and sucking your skin when he hits the sweet spot in your cunt.
your high was arriving, "im coming." you moan dwelling in the way his soft fingers worked in you.
"tell me how bad you need this." he quickly says as your panting, you grasp on his arm for comfort, riding out your high. you squirm, digging deeper into his arm, sure to leave fingernail markings, "so badly.." you let out.
"how bad do you need me baby?" He asks pumping faster.
"needed you so badly rafe." you mutter into the crook of his neck, feeling the band in your stomach shap. you breathe vigorously as he works his fingers even faster, reaching euphoria and the highest of highs. you let out one last shaky breath as you finish, your legs finally coming to a stop after shaking so precariously.
he slowly slips his finger out your slit, "good girl." he praises you.
he moves his hands to your waist, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he pulls you in to cuddle. “everyone knows your mine now, or else I fuck you so hard the whole town will know my name.” he says. you nod your head to his words, still reeling from throbbing of your neck. you know that he would go at nothing to make that happen.
warnings — (unpro) p in v, sucking, and whimpering.
You step into the shower, the warm water hitting your skin from the shower head, and Rafe follows closely behind, his eyes locked onto yours with a smile. It’s the first time you have ever showered together, and it was a sight for sore eyes to see your perfectly curvy body and voluminous hair reflecting against the glass walls. As you move under the showerhead, he does the same, letting out a contented sigh as the water washes over him.
As you begin to lather up your hair, Rafe tilts his head back, closing his eyes, and lets the water run through his brunette locks. You can't help but stare at the sight of him, his chiseled features relaxed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.
You find yourself enchanted by the way the water streams down his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the curve of his pointed nose. Your gaze lingers on his lips, just slightly parted, and you think of what it would be like to kiss them when they are so red and plump from the hot water.
Suddenly, Rafe's eyes flicker open, and he catches you staring. A husky chuckle escapes his throat, and he raises an eyebrow, clearly delighted by being watched — you can't help but smile, sheepishly, as Rafe takes a step closer, his wet body inches from yours. "Like the view, huh?" he asks, teasingly.
You nod, feeling a little embarrassed, but Rafe just laughs and leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I'm glad you do," he whispers.
You quickly wash the conditioner out your hair and Rafe's hands slide around your waist as soon as your finished. before you can react, he lifts you up, holding you against him. You wrap your legs around his hips, feeling his hot skin against yours. He leans you back against the shower wall, the cold glass frame contrasting against the heat from his body.
As you settle into his embrace, Rafe's lips find yours, his kisses slow and passionate. The water continues to pour down around you, creating a shell of warmth. You feel his hands roaming up your back, his fingers digging gently into your skin as he deepens the kiss.
Your hands tangle in his hair, the wet strands slipping through your fingers as you pull him closer. Rafe's eyes remain closed, his focus solely on the kiss, but you can't help but open yours, taking in the sight of him, his face inches from yours, his features so red and plump.
As he shifts his weight, his body presses against yours, Rafe's lips move down your neck and his mouth is hot against your skin, you tilt your head back, exposing your throat to his attention.
After a while of sucking on your neck he looks down, seeing that he was hard, he looks you in the eyes, begging to fuck you. You give him a simple nod, to which he lets out a delighted chuckle. He carefully holds you with one hand, and uses the other to position himself inside you, once it slips in you both let out an audible moan.
He starts to slowly fuck you against the glass door, the sounds echoing through the bathroom. “Do you like that?” He asks breathlessly, not because you were heavy, you were light weight in his arms, but because of the steam filling up the shower and entering your lungs, making it even more sensual.
“Yes, Rafe” you breathlessly whisper. He sends sloppy kisses your lips and the trails down your neck until he manages to angle himself to your breasts, he begins sucking on your nipple, hard, sensual sucks that send shivers down your spine.
He releases your tit with a *pop* and focuses more at the task at hand, which was fucking you. He begins to move at a faster pace, the banging of the glass door getting louder. He holds you against his chest like a koala, digging deeper into your cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so wet even inside your pussy.” He mutters.
You could barely breathe when rafe starts pounding into you at a more frequent pace, kissing your cervix. Cock ramming into you so hard you knew you’d walk sideways for a week. Your hands scratched helplessly at the glass pane finding little to no grip. You start to feel his cock twitching inside of you, and you cunt gripping it with vise.
“your sucking me so well,” he whimpers, “keep doing that and im gonna come.” But you were already orgasming, loud, grueling moans escaping your lips. Hes keeping his thrusts at a pace that keeps you going, so you continue sucking him further hitting your sweet spot.
alas a loud grunt comes from rafes mouth and his pace falters, becoming more sloppy as he paints your walls white. “shitttt,” he moans, his face contorting as he throws his head back in satisfaction, you tilt his head back to face you, “keep your eyes on me baby.” you say, to which he struggles to achieve, he continues thrusting leaving every drop in your tight cunt, practically fucking the come into you.
finally, he pulls out, watching it drip out with content. he plants your feet back down on the floor, and he kisses your cheek, “you did so good f’me,” he smiles, “let’s get cleaned up.”
warnings — MDNI none other than fluff, flirting, see through blouse, and leg touching.
summary — you are a teacher working at a college, when you are in the library you get assistance from a fellow staff member.
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youre standing in the library, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of dusty books. You're searching for a specific title, one that you need for your next lesson plan. As you scan the shelves, your fingers trailing over the spines of the books, you finally spot it. It's just out of reach.
you stretch up onto your tiptoes, straining to grab it, just as your fingers brush against the cover you feel a presence behind you. you turn your head to see mr.cameron, the handsome teacher from the math department, standing inches from you. His chest is pressed tightly against your back as his arms reached above you. you can feel his heartbeat flutter against your back as he does this.
for a awfully long second, you're frozen, rafes body is warm against yours, his muscles firm and flexing as he grabs the book. You feel his breath on the back of your neck, sending a wave of shivers to shoot down your spine.
alas, he takes a step back and he hands you the book, his fingers brush against yours, you turn to face him, meeting his eyes. for a moment, you both just stare at eachother.
you have seen mr.cameron around the halls and in the break room frequently but have never came in contact with him, this closely at that. if you were honest with yourself you would admit that you have had a little crush on him.
he had seen you around too, purposely going to places where you were just to see you in the tight black skirt you always wore. he had noticed that the white button up youd wear religiously would unknowingly show the black bra you wore on fridays like clockwork. today was friday, so he was in luck to be so close to you that your shirt was practically see through at this angle.
"thank you," you say, breaking the silence.
rafe smiles, his eyes crinkling in the corners showing his age. "No problem," he says with a nod.
you can't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him, to feel his arms around you, his lips on yours, his veiny hands traveling along your body. but you were too shy to ever make a move. youre a teacher, after all. You can't let yourself get distracted by a fellow staff member, so you attempted to keep things professional and keep your distance.
but as you take the book from rafe, your fingers touching, you can't help but to want more. It's like you're both in on a secret, a secret that only the two of you share — there was a mutual attraction that went unnoticed by the both of you, but in this moment you both were aware of that mutual feeling.
you manage to crack a joke to crush the awkwardness, "I was about to fall off my tiptoes if it weren’t for you,” you chuckle.
rafe nods, his smile pressing. "well good thing I’m your knight and shining armor," he says.
You laugh, feeling a little more at ease. "Well, in that case, I'm grateful for my clumsiness."
Rafe takes a step closer, "would you like to grab coffee with me at the brew across the street?" he asks, "I think we have some things to discuss."
You nod, "I'd love to.” your eyes instinctively look to the floor, trying to hide the blush that was creeping to your face.
Rafe smiles, catching it. "Great," he says, “I’ll see you after school?”
“okay.” you nod, quickly walking away. you tuck your hair behind your ears as you bite your lip making your way to your respective classroom. did he just ask you out? you think to yourself. you quickly shake your head trying not to get ahead of yourself and focus on the task at hand, which was teaching.
the day went by slowly as you anxiously wait, Finally, the clock struck 7, and you couldn't get out of the school fast enough. You grabbed your bag, shut off the lights, and headed to the Brew across the street.
As you walked in, you spotted Rafe waiting for you at a table, smoking a cigarette. "Hey," you said, taking a seat across from him.
"Hey yourself," he said, snuffing out his cigarette. "You looked beautiful today by the way."
You blushed, "Thanks, you don't look so bad yourself."
he smiles and adjusts himself in his seat, “but…” he says, which makes your heart beat a little faster, “your top is so see through that I can see your bra underneath if I’m close enough.” he makes yourself aware.
you quickly look down, covering your exposed breasts, feeling a flush of embarrassment.
“don’t worry though, I’m not complaining, I’m admiring actually…” he says, which makes you comfortable enough to remove your hands from your shirt, “but your students might find it distracting.” he acknowledges.
“right…” you say. the waiter comes over and takes you guys’s order, you settled for a black coffee as he settles for a typical frappuccino.
you continue talking, noticing his eyes going to your shirt frequently, it didn’t bother you, you found it cute how he couldn’t keep his eyes on yours for half of the conversation. you guys discussed your college days and what made you want to start teaching. It was nice to learn more about him other than the fact that he taught math, and was really good at it.
as you laughed and joked, you found yourself brushing your leg against Rafe's under the table. You meant it to be an accidental touch, but as soon as you made contact, you knew it was intentional.
Rafe's eyes locked onto yours, a look of delight written all over his face. He didn't say anything, but you could tell he was thrilled by the touch when his hand would lightly brush against your leg under the table.
You continued to talk, the conversation flowing easily. But now, there was a charge in the air, a very noticeable spark of attraction between you two that you both couldn't ignore.
As you wound down, Rafe looked at you,"You know, I really enjoyed this," he said. "Maybe we can make it a ritual. Grab coffee after every school day… with less leg rubbing and more hand holding hopefully, maybe both?”
You smiled, “I'd like that.”
as you parted ways, you couldnt help but bite your lip as you made your way home. You had a feeling that this was just the beginning of your relationship with mr.cameron.
rafe is always ready to fight for you. some guy bothering you at club? his teeth get knocked out. some girl trying to bully you? he tosses a drink at her
rafe thinks its his fault everytime youre sad so he usually cheers you up by taking you out to dinner or staying in to watch your favorite shows while cuddling
takes pride in making you loud enough for other people to hear, strokes his ego too
after care KING
calls you “sweetheart” and refers to you as “beautiful”
he often squeezes your ass randomly
rafe fixes up your outfit/appearence and when you are wearing something a little too showing he forces you to change
rafe is very patient with you so when you throw a fit over something he listens and trys to calm you down
rafe tries not to raise his voice at you because he knows it makes you scared
more into degrading than inflicting pain on you, hell just push you hard against the wall and will f you aggressively while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear
when you walk away from him in an argument he grabs your arm and tells you to “come here now” and you love hearing that
rafe shows his love through action and not words because he knows they mean nothing to you
hes lowkey a bit too rough at times, not intentionally but he gets so into it that he loses control of himself, will shower you in kisses/praises if you can take it though
rafe makes you feel extra special whether it be buying you your favorite things or carrying you when you dont feel like walking
you never need to crave his validation because he will always give it to you
raises a brow before putting a wad of cash in your hand
into marking, he wants to show everyone that your his and that your body belongs to him, whenever hes taking you he makes sure to cover your body in hickeys
you often get scared that he will leave you but he assures you hes here to stay
he always buys you new clothes and shoes he thinks youd like to wear. If you say you want something he will stop at nothing to make sure you get it
when “daddy” slips out during sex it turns him on even more
when hes drinking or doing cocaine he always keeps you attached to his hip, never letting any of his friends touch it, which you admire.
makes you do a fashion walk in all your lingerie, if it turned him on he would order you to come closer so he could take you. as soon as you both finished you would pick another set and repeat the process.
will tease you a bit before giving you what you need but when he does hell praise you so much
yes its as veiny as his arms and you love it
likes to be big spoon because you love when his big arms wrap around you and takes care of you
not uncommon for him to call or text you in the middle of the night. whether it be for a booty call or just to hear your voice
is addicted to your beauty and points it out every time, “fuck why are you so gorgeous”
there isn’t a person in the universe that loves you more than him and he knows that so he always tells you he loves you
summary — rafe can’t keep his hands to himself on video call (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)
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you were sat in front of your laptop, checking yourself out on the screen as you waited for the call to connect. You were thousands of miles away from Kildare, in California, but the distance didn't feel so far when you were on video call with your best friend. Finally, the call connects and you see rafes handsome face appear on the screen.
"Hey, y/n." Rafe smiled, “I’ve missed you, hows life in Cali treatin’ you?" He asked, making you smile. Cali treated you well but all of that meant nothing since you didn’t have rafe with you.
"It's okay, I guess. Just missing you and the gang. Can't wait to get back to Kildare," you said, with a wink. You'd always been aware of the power you held over Rafe, and you couldn't help but tease him with it. you continued talking, telling him about how the internship was going.
Rafe's face turned serious as he listened to your voice. His eyes seemed to glaze over, and his pupils dilated ever so slightly. You knew that tone of voice that you put on, one that you'd perfected over the years, had a way of getting under Rafe's skin. He was always so submissive to your charms. You can see it in the way he’d lick his lips and stare at your mouth as you spoke.
"Sounds great, we've missed you too," Rafe said, his voice a little tighter than usual. "Can't wait to have you back." He leaned in, “so we can have some… fun.”
You knew what fun meant all too well, you both would fool around occasionally when you were in each others presence but you have always established that you were just friends. Best friends at that.
You thought for a second before responding, "Hopefully I’ll be back in a few weeks. Depends on how things go with my internship."
Rafe's grin returned, and he leaned in closer, "Well, when you do get back, I have something we could do in mind." His voice was low and suggestive. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and Rafe's eyes seemed to lock onto that movement.
"What is it?" you asked, knowing the answer. You knew that Rafe loved to tease you and you were happy to play along.
"Let's just say it involves us, a quiet night in, and maybe a few boundaries being broken."
"I'm listening…" you said, your voice still seductive, still teasing. You could sense Rafe's excitement building, and you knew that he was struggling to contain himself. Rafe chuckled, "I'll fill you in on the details when you get back. Trust me, it'll be fun."
You laughed, continuing to discuss how life was in California. Then the conversation leads to what you have planned for when you get back, going into detail about how rafe will be the first person you see…. And fuck. He tells you to go into detail about what will happen when he sees you and you don’t hold back telling him the explicit things that were on your mind.
You notice his hands fiddling with something out of the camera view, but you don’t question it, you continue talking, going into detail about every position, every move, every kiss you would delight him with.
Rafe is losing his fucking mind about the way your voice drops to a seductive whisper as your speaking. He’s been feeling the tent in his pants grow more and more by the way you talk, rubbing and touching himself through his jeans until he couldn’t take it anymore. He unzips his pants, gripping his dick with vice from under the table.
He moves his arm up and down ever so slightly in hopes of not alerting you. His eyes stayed glued to your lips and the way puckered out every time you said “fuck”. you mentioned how you’d fuck him in the car, in the country club golfing closet, in the bathroom of a restaurant and his imagination ran wild with those words.
His hands fisted his dick up and down, now going at a faster pace, not caring if you would notice it or not, to which you didn’t as you too got lost in your own imagination. He would let out soft groans and discrete cuss words that went unnoticed.
Now, he could feel his dick throbbing as he squeezed his dick as tight as he thought your cunt would grip it. He bites his lip to hold back a loud grunt as he’s reaching his high. The soft sound of his hands moving with a quick pace filled his room, fortunately it didn’t get picked up by the microphone attached to his computer.
He feels the band in his stomach snap and the cum beginning to rush to his tip, now he didn’t care if you would see him playing with himself as you spoke. With quick words he says, “fuckkk, stick your tongue out f’me.”
you pause your words, and furrow your brows, tilting your head to the side, “why?”
“just do it.” He grunts. You notice his hand moving with a quick pace up and down, you don’t question it as you stick your tongue out making an “aaa” sound, coming in closer to the camera.
suddenly he gets up from his chair and in view is his dick, to your surprise, he comes closer to the screen and jerks off vigorously painting his screen white, you are shocked at the sudden move but you continue to stick your tongue out as the screen turns to a pasty white.
“Fuckkk y/n.” he groans, milking every last drop. The moans die down and it is silent on his end for a few seconds until he wipes the screen clear, you pop your tongue back in your mouth with a smile, finally seeing his face back in the camera. “Damn rafe you couldn’t contain yourself could you?” You tease.
He chuckles, “yeah don’t cream your pants.” He says as he good-naturely rolls his eyes. “Your voice, your lips, your face was just too much f’me. I missed you so much.” He says, tossing the tissue paper to the side and taking a seat.
“Don’t worry it won’t be long until I’m back, then we could do it all over again but in person.” You wink.
