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Carry You (Rafe Cameron x black!reader)

Summary: You noticed Rafe getting too much in his head about taking over his dad’s construction business so you decided to plan a little surprise when he comes home from work.

Warnings: none, this is a pretty wholesome story y’all. Let this cleanse your feed from smut for a little bit. 😂

Inspiration: “Carry You” by Novo Amor

**

Rafe’s voice sounded like he was in a tunnel, but it slowly brought you out of your sleep. Opening your eyes, you see Rafe’s bare back turned to you. His phone tilted to his ear as he spoke in a low tone into the phone.

“Rafe?” you grumbled, a yawn quickly escaping you. He looks over his shoulder at you, a serious expression weighing on his brow.

“I’ll be on my way soon. Just don’t do anything until I get there, alright?” He waits until the man confirms before hanging up.

“Hey, baby,’ he greets, pressing a warm kiss to your lips and you hummed in response. “I thought you were spending the day with me?” you spoke against his lips.

Laying back down, he follows your lips for another kiss, crawling back into bed and sliding in between your legs. “I know, baby. But I never have an official day off being the boss.”

Taking a deep breath, you slowly blink up at him. You ignored your heart racing from his toned abdomen pressing against your lower stomach.

“Don’t be upset with me, please?” “I’m not. I just - I miss you very much.” “I’m right here. Hey,” he takes your face into his hands, caressing the apple of your right cheek.

“I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” “Okay,” you gave him a nod.

“I know it’s been a while since we had some time for ourselves. But I’m doing this for us, so we can build a family. That’s why I get up every day to do this. Don’t lose sight of that, alright?”

“I believe you, Rafe. We’re okay.” “Yeah?” he asks, not fully convinced. “Yeah, I'll probably head back to sleep.”

Still holding your face, he pulls you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. He waits a few seconds before pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours.

This was it- this was all you wanted. For him to be present. Not for a few moments in the morning, but throughout the day.

You’re proud of him for taking over his dad’s business, but you hadn’t truly realized what that meant until it was too late.

And now, you’re not too sure the relationship can survive that kind of strain.

You can imagine what it does to a relationship to go from seeing someone every day to him leaving in the morning before you had the chance to kiss him goodbye.

“I love you,” you whispered, bumping his nose with yours. “I love you too, baby. So much.”

It pained him to leave you like this. It pained him to leave you at all. He misses you as soon as he steps foot outside of Tannyhill.

He hesitantly pulls away from you and slides out of bed. You couldn’t bring yourself to watch him get ready.

You knew it would make you emotional and the last thing you needed was Rafe tearing himself in half trying to make you feel better and giving his crew direction.

So you brought the covers over your head and turned on your side, waiting until you heard the door open and close.

But I’m doing this for us, so we can build a family.

**

“Girl, that sounds like a good problem to have. A man wanting to provide for you.” Cleo suggests, taking a sip of her Pineapple Dacquiri as she lounges by your pool.

You adjust yourself in the pool chair, laying on your side. “Would you like a refill, ma’am?” Your bartender asked Cleo.

“It’s just Cleo, sweetheart. And yes, I would love another one.” “Thanks, Tracy.” You said with a smile, to which she reciprocated.

“I still can’t believe you have your own private bartender.” Cleo jests. “Rafe insisted. Once I said that I loved Tresh’s drinks at The Flamingo, he hired her part time soon after.” You explained.

“Come on, say what you need to say, girl.” Cleo initiates when Tracy returns with her drink.

You took a long sip of your Mango frozen margarita, you continued, “I know I probably sound selfish but I’m just scared, Cleo. What if he starts to lose feelings for me? What if the distance pushed us so far apart, we can’t find our way back together?”

“This is where I tell you that I love you but you’re letting your mind run rampant.” Your shoulders sag a little, because you knew she was right.

Cleo is one of your closest friends because you know that she’ll tell you the truth, even if it hurts your feelings.

“If there’s one thing I know about Rafe Cameron, it’s that he loves you more than he loves himself. You make him a better person. And that’s saying a lot considering I don’t like the man.”

You chuckled, moving the straw in your margarita. “As soon as you set foot in Outer Banks, he worked to make you his. You did in one hour what most girls in this town spent months trying to do. And you did it without lifting a finger.”

���I’m sure he misses you just as much as you miss him. And I’m sure that he feels bad for even allowing your thoughts to get to this point.”

“What should I do then? Can I even do anything?” “Do you love him?” “Of course,” “Then maybe think of something that reminds the both of you why you gravitated towards each other.” She explains.

You found it hard to stay serious. “That was very wholesome of you to say,” he says. “You know what, Y/N?” She snarks, her Caribbean accent grew heavier with her annoyance.

“No, I’m not making fun of you. I just remember when you called me a softy when I said stuff like that.”

You both took another sip of your drink. “Looks like those rom coms with Pope are starting to pay off.” You added.

“Yeah, they’re not too bad.” A comfortable silence fell over the two of you. “I’m grateful for you, girl.”

“I know,”

**

Rafe just arrived home from one of the most stressful days at work. It was tax season and his accountant was missing some documents.

When trying to find those, the accountant realized his contractor’s permit was expiring this week.

Even after all that, Rafe still managed to stop by the grocery store on the way home to get you flowers.

He feels awful that he hasn’t been spending a lot of time with you the past couple of weeks.

He rehearses his apology in his head as he walks up the stairs, the bouquet on the crook of his arm as he unlocks the front door. When he enters the house, he’s met with the instant aroma of candles.

He looks down to see small tea candles lining the edges of the walls and rose pedals scattered in the middle all the way down the hallway.

“Babe?” he calls out confused. This couldn’t be for him, was it? “I’m in here,” you spoke from the living room.

Rafe follows your voice until he’s greeted with your warm smile and a cake in your hands.

“What is all this, Y/N?” Rafe questions, looking around at the balloons littering the ceiling and more rose pedals around the living room floor.

“It’s a You’re-Doing-Great party. See?” you moved closer so he could see the cake. You wrote ‘You’re Doing Amazing Rafe’ in blue buttercream flavored piped icing.

Rafe pauses for a moment, staring at the cake in your hands. You thought he was dissociating until you saw tears building up in his eyes. No one ever truly told him he was doing a good job.

The only time he heard it was when his Mom was still alive. Now, he just hopes that he’s doing well. Most times than not, he barely believes he’s a good person.

No one told him he was doing a good job, let alone throw him a party. “Rafe,” you said softly, setting down the cake. “I-I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to feel sorry about, come here.” You open your arms and he falls to his knees, dropping the bouquet on the ground.

He wraps his arms tightly around your abdomen. Instinctively smoothing your hand over his buzz cut, he softly cries into your stomach.

“I thought about what you said this morning. You said ‘But I’m doing this for us, so we can build a family.’ And I knew exactly what was going through your head. You succumb yourself to stressful situations because you think you deserve it. And you try to handle everything by yourself because you don’t want me to witness when you make mistakes.” you started, his cries slowly subsided the longer you spoke.

“You’re way too hard on yourself, Rafe. I know because I am too. We really are our own worst critics. You deserve some cake and some rest.”

He pulls away from your stomach with a few stray tears leaving his eyes. You wiped them away with your thumb as you held his face in your hands like how he did this morning.

Pressing a soft kiss on his lips, his eyelashes flutter at your closeness. “I thought you were going to leave me,” he confessed.

You respond by pressing a longer kiss on his lips, his shoulder relaxed as his lips fell in sync with yours.

“If you think I’ve spent the past two years with you just to leave when things get hard, you have another thing coming, Rafael Cameron.” you professed when you broke away from him. His eyes dilated the longer he looked up at you.

“Come on, let’s cut some cake. Dinner is on its way.” You offer your hand to him and he swiftly stands to his full height, towering over you.

“Guess what flavor the cake is?” It doesn’t register that you were asking him a question until you look up at him expectantly.

What quickly captivated him was how your perfect, princess cut ring was tucked snug in the glove box of his car.

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c/w: reader is possessive over rafe, physical violence (reader fights), caregiver dynamic (rafe), verbal insults, name calling, blood mentioned briefly, pet names, oral sex (female receiving) + fingering

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You’re tucked right up against Rafe, his arms wrapped tight around your waist from behind, his lips brushing your neck every few seconds. You’re laughing, head tipped back against his shoulder, swaying your hips to the music as you sing along, your body grinding into his.

But you can’t ignore her. Amber. Standing way too close, glued to Topper’s side but shooting those lingering glances at Rafe when she thinks you’re not looking.

Her voice cuts in every few minutes—snide, pointed, dripping with that syrupy fake sweetness that makes your skin crawl. She’s been nasty to everyone all night, but with you, it feels personal. And you hate it; hate the way she leans into conversation like she still belongs next to him.

You hate that she and Rafe have history—that she’s kissed him, touched him, knows him in ways only you wanted to know him.

Rafe’s focused on you—his mouth on your skin; hands on your hips. He doesn’t see it. Doesn’t see the way Amber’s been practically throwing herself at him, right there in front of you, or so it seems.

Her laugh rises above the music. She tosses her hair, low top clinging to her body as she rolls her hips on Topper’s lap, waiting for Rafe to look, and you hate her for it. Point blank.

Rafe leans down, voice warm and low at your ear. “She’s nothing,” he murmurs, lips grazing your earlobe. “Nothin’ to worry about, baby. Let her embarrass her, alright? Desperate as hell.”

You tip your cup back and finish the last of your drink in one swallow, biting back a tight little huff.

Rafe chuckles, kissing you again, dragging his lips along your neck as he murmurs, “M’gonna grab us drinks, alright? Save my spot—” He flashes a look down at you, smirking—“And try not to kick her ass, aight?”

You give him a dry smile, rolling your eyes, feeling her gaze burning into the side of your face before he’s even two steps away.

When Topper wanders off to grab another drink, Amber seizes her moment. “God,” she snaps suddenly, loud enough to slice through the music. “You’re exhausting to watch.”

You slowly turn your head toward her, pulse quickening but your smile stays razor-sharp.

You lean in close, letting your voice drop just for her.

“I’m sorry. What now?” You say, tone sugar-sweet, “I’m exhausting? I’m tryin’ to enjoy my night with my boyfriend. The only one that’s exhausting, Amber, is you. Fucking cunt.”

Her eyes flash with surprise, then anger. She lets out a cold little laugh and tilts her head, giving you a once-over, dripping disdain.

“Finally found a backbone, huh?” she sneers. “Guess you really are Rafe’s type after all.”

You stiffen not because you need her approval, but because it was even a question in the first place. She leans in further, her voice like poison.

“You think this is a backbone?” You murmur. “This is restraint, bitch.”

Amber’s smile falters just a little but she recovers fast. “Sure it is,” she drawls. “You know, you’re not the first one he’s paraded around like this. He gets bored easy, you know that, right?”

You breathe in through your nose, steadying yourself but your pulse is racing; nails digging crescents into the palm of your hand enough to pinch.

Amber smirks, leaning in so close her cheap perfume clogs your nose. “How long do you think before he starts texting me again?” She whispers. “He’s thought about me plenty. Maybe not lately, I’ll give it to you, you’ve got the man distracted for a moment but trust me, babe… he remembers.”

“You wanna know what he remembers? How insufferable you were. How he couldn’t even fake it anymore.” You let your smile widen. “That’s why he left you. That’s why he’s here, wrapped around me.”

“Looking at me,” she corrects you and you swing—fast and clean—your fist connecting square with her cheekbone. Its crack cuts through the bass before the crowd begins to erupt, liquor sloshing as faces turn towards the mayhem. Amber flinches, cupping her face in horror, her features distorting with fury and shame.

And she’s wrong, you’re exactly Rafe’s type: strong, sharp, dangerous when fucked with.

You lunge again, fist twisting in her hair as you drag her sideways, swinging another punch. You don’t stop—“Baby? Hey—Hey. What the fuck?” Rafe’s voice cuts through the noise, sharp and loud.

His eyes go wide as he sees you on top of Amber, hair wild, teeth bared, knuckles flying. And Amber? Helpless and flailing.

It takes half a second for him to react—fast and instinctual—hooking his strong arms under your own, lifting you clean off her, wrapping you up tight against his chest as you kick and twist.

You get one last wild shot in, a solid kick straight into Amber’s gut as he hauls you backward, sending her falling back into Topper as the crowd roars.

Rafe’s breath is hot at your ear, his laugh choked with adrenaline as he tries to steady you. “What’s gotten into you, baby?” He murmurs, half-concerned, half-impressed, by the sight of you like this. “Fuck, princess.”

Rafe’s body tightens around you, locking you to his chest as you struggle, your pulse racing against his.

His heart pounds just as fast as yours, and under all that worry; all that chaos, there’s no mistaking the way his lips curl. The way he looks down at you like you’re his dream girl come to life. He doesn’t even think about setting you down. He doesn’t want to.

He shifts his grip, arms locking under your thighs as your legs wrap instinctively around his waist, arms draping loosely around his neck.

His breath is warm and quick at your temple, the adrenaline still burning off him as he carries you through the crowd.

He steps through the front doors of the frat house, eyes squinting through the darkness, eyes darting over your face, expression tightening when he sees the aftermath. Blood rolls slowly down your cheek from a sharp little gash and his brows draw together, worry knitting deep.

“She got you,” he murmurs under his breath, voice worn with concern.

Your eye’s already swelling, tight and hot, turning dark as he heads up the stairs—doesn’t even slow down when the catcalls and whistles echo behind him. His steps are quick but careful, jaw locked, one hand held up, ready just in case.

The bathroom’s quiet when you get there, door clicking shut behind him. He sets you on the counter without saying a word.

You stay still, legs swinging a little, heart still racing. He steps back just a bit, like he needs space to really take you in. The scene hits him. The familiarity of it all. Except usually it’s him sitting there—bloody, bruised, and aching while you dig around for the first aid kit; you pouring alcohol over his cuts; you fussing and wiping him clean.

He moves over to the medicine cabinet—the same one he’s watched you open a bunch of times after late-night fights—and swings it open, grabbing a bottle of tequila off the top shelf, then pulling out the old first aid kit stuffed behind it.

He tries not to smile, but that’s a fight he won’t win. Even like this, scratched and swelling, messy and fierce you look so sweet. So utterly his.

You reach to your side, fingers trembling as you grab a clean rag, running it under the faucet, warm water running between your fingers, pressing it gently to your cheek but your hands won’t steady.

“Your hands are shaking,” he murmurs, stepping in close again. “Here… Let me do it.”

You drop the rag without argument, leaning slightly into his touch as he takes it from you and starts tending to the cut himself. Rafe’s fingers are rough but careful, and every time he dabs at the blood or places a bandaid just so, he presses a kiss to your lips.

Your heart melts as much as it pounds. A quiet little laugh slips out and you mumble, soft and warm, “I look like you right now.”

He laughs too, that sound sending your stomach flipping and your heart racing. His eyes gleam up as he pulls his hat off, runs a hand through his messy hair, then fits it onto your head backwards. His fingers come up, framing your face, tilting your chin up to him.

“Now you do,” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk before he kisses you again but this time, the kiss deepens instantly.

His body moves between your thighs; hips pressing flush against the counter as his mouth claims yours.

You smile against his lips because you can feel it. He loves this… Loves that you didn’t back down. That you fought for him without hesitation. That you made a scene—his girl throwing punches because you couldn’t stand the idea of anyone threatening what’s yours. Just like he would.

You feel his fingers curl at the back of your neck, leaning in even closer. His kiss turning rougher by the second, deepening so fast it steals your breath. Rafe’s mouth moves hot and rough against yours; tongue sweeping past your lips as his grip tightens on your waist.

Then he’s moving you—strong hands sliding under your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the cool counter, tilting you back just enough so your spine bows; knees falling open around him.

Rafe’s hand moves up your thigh, slow, pushing your skirt higher ‘til it’s all bunched around your hips. His breath catches when he sees how wet you already are, panties stuck to your skin.

His knuckles scrape as he drags them down your legs, sliding your panties off, just letting ‘em fall.

“Fuck, baby,” he mutters, voice all rough and blown out, eyes dark. “You’re… god, you’re so fuckin’ perfect. Perfect for me.”

His words send heat rushing through you, make your skin flush hot as he sinks to his knees right there on the bathroom floor.

His big fingers glide between your folds, sliding through your slick, groaning under his breath like he can’t take it.

Rafe’s fingers circle your clit teasing, smiling as your body reacts; hips tilting, craving more then he pushes two inside you—deep and slow—filling you perfectly. His other hand braces your hip, holding you tight.

You gasp and he leans in even closer, resting his cheek briefly against your thigh as he works his fingers in your soaked pussy; scissoring and curling, digits glistening and wet with arousal.

“You want my mouth too, don’t you?” He rasps, looking up at you, his grin wicked, his eyes soft and hungry all at once. “Bet you do… Bet you’re desperate for it.” He chuckles darkly, breath hot against your inner thigh. “I am.”

The first slow, wet drag of his tongue on your clit has your head falling back, fingers diving into his hair, pulling tight as a broken gasp slips from your mouth.

He groans like he’s starving, devouring you with a messy kind of worship, reserved for you. You whimper at the greedy strokes of his tongue, punctuated by the relentless pump of his thick fingers as he moves them just right.

Rafe’s stance shifts, adding more pressure, more depth; another finger. Your thighs shake as he hauls you right to the edge.

Your cries start to break and he groans ginto you, holding you tighter, pulling you deeper onto his mouth.

The bathroom is filled with it now: the echo of your breathless moans, the wet sounds of his mouth on you, the quiet, sinful rasp of his voice when he mutters, “That’s it, baby… Give it to me… Let me have it…”

Your climax crashes over you; body trembling, fingers knotted in his hair, back arching right off the counter as your cry splits the air and shatters.

Rafe doesn’t stop. He stays with you through it, mouth and fingers working ‘til your hips start to shake and your thighs try to close in around his head. Then he pulls back, letting out a low, smug little laugh.

He lifts his hand, sucking his digits clean, eyes locked on you. Rafe leans in, tilts your chin up, making you look at him.

“Fucking mine, always will be.” He rests his forehead against yours, breathing with you as his smile spreads with yours. “I love you, baby.”

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Please Stop Touching the Thermostat

Where Rafe Cameron turns your house into an icebox, all in the name of love

It happened again.

You woke in the middle of the night, teeth chattering so hard it echoed off the walls. You pulled the covers tighter, but your entire body felt like it was submerged in ice water.

Next to you, Rafe Cameron was warm as a furnace, sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over your waist, lips parted on a gentle exhale.

“Rafe,” you hissed, nudging his ribs. “Wake up, I’m dying.”

He blinked groggily, blue eyes unfocusing and refocusing on your face. “Wha’s wrong?”

“It’s fifty-six degrees in here, that’s what’s wrong!”

He paused, then grinned, sleepy and wicked. “Mmm… snuggle closer, baby.”

“Rafe.”

He rolled toward you, hooking a leg around yours and tugging you flush against his chest. His skin was hot under his t-shirt, arms firm around your back. He buried his face in your neck, stubble brushing your skin, breath sending little shivers down your spine.

“You’re warm now,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Problem solved.”

You tried to push him away. You tried. But he held you tighter, lips pressing gentle kisses beneath your ear, thumb sweeping little circles over your lower back.

“Rafe. This is manipulative.”

“Nahhh. It’s love,” he said, smirking. “Plus, I sleep better when you’re all over me.”

You glared. “I’m literally trembling.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, gaze suddenly soft. “Baby… you know I’d keep you warm forever, right?” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone. “I’d build a fire with my own two hands. I’d carry you around in my hoodie. I’d—”

“Then why not just set the thermostat to a normal temperature?!”

He bit his lip, as if suppressing a smile. “Because… then you’d drift to the other side of the bed. And I hate when you’re all the way over there.”

Your chest squeezed at the sincerity in his eyes.

“Rafe.”

“Look, I’m just sayin’…” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips brushing your temple. “When it’s cold, you curl up against me. You tuck your little feet under my legs. You tuck your face here—” he guided your head into the crook of his neck “—and sigh all soft, like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Your throat tightened. “You… are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He froze, lashes fluttering. Then his whole face broke into a grin so wide, it made your heart squeeze. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

He dipped his head and kissed you, slow, lingering, lips brushing yours like he was memorizing the taste of your breath. One of his hands slid up your spine, warm and gentle, while the other settled protectively over your ribs.

“Love you,” he mumbled, barely pulling away.

“Love you too,” you breathed.

He kissed your cheek. “Good. Now stay right here, or I’m turning it down to fifty-four.”

“Rafe—!”

But he was already chuckling, shifting until he was half on top of you, tucking the blankets tighter around you both, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair. His nose nuzzled your temple as his palm stroked slow, soothing patterns across your back.

And despite the cold, your chest felt so warm it could’ve lit up the whole room.

Because Rafe Cameron might be a thermostat saboteur but he was also a big softie when it came to you.

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Please Stop Touching the Thermostat

Where Rafe Cameron turns your house into an icebox, all in the name of love

It happened again.

You woke in the middle of the night, teeth chattering so hard it echoed off the walls. You pulled the covers tighter, but your entire body felt like it was submerged in ice water.

Next to you, Rafe Cameron was warm as a furnace, sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over your waist, lips parted on a gentle exhale.

“Rafe,” you hissed, nudging his ribs. “Wake up, I’m dying.”

He blinked groggily, blue eyes unfocusing and refocusing on your face. “Wha’s wrong?”

“It’s fifty-six degrees in here, that’s what’s wrong!”

He paused, then grinned, sleepy and wicked. “Mmm… snuggle closer, baby.”

“Rafe.”

He rolled toward you, hooking a leg around yours and tugging you flush against his chest. His skin was hot under his t-shirt, arms firm around your back. He buried his face in your neck, stubble brushing your skin, breath sending little shivers down your spine.

“You’re warm now,” he murmured, voice low and husky. “Problem solved.”

You tried to push him away. You tried. But he held you tighter, lips pressing gentle kisses beneath your ear, thumb sweeping little circles over your lower back.

“Rafe. This is manipulative.”

“Nahhh. It’s love,” he said, smirking. “Plus, I sleep better when you’re all over me.”

You glared. “I’m literally trembling.”

He pulled back just enough to look at you, gaze suddenly soft. “Baby… you know I’d keep you warm forever, right?” His thumb brushed over your cheekbone. “I’d build a fire with my own two hands. I’d carry you around in my hoodie. I’d—”

“Then why not just set the thermostat to a normal temperature?!”

He bit his lip, as if suppressing a smile. “Because… then you’d drift to the other side of the bed. And I hate when you’re all the way over there.”

Your chest squeezed at the sincerity in his eyes.

“Rafe.”

“Look, I’m just sayin’…” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips brushing your temple. “When it’s cold, you curl up against me. You tuck your little feet under my legs. You tuck your face here—” he guided your head into the crook of his neck “—and sigh all soft, like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”

Your throat tightened. “You… are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He froze, lashes fluttering. Then his whole face broke into a grin so wide, it made your heart squeeze. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whispered.

He dipped his head and kissed you, slow, lingering, lips brushing yours like he was memorizing the taste of your breath. One of his hands slid up your spine, warm and gentle, while the other settled protectively over your ribs.

“Love you,” he mumbled, barely pulling away.

“Love you too,” you breathed.

He kissed your cheek. “Good. Now stay right here, or I’m turning it down to fifty-four.”

“Rafe—!”

But he was already chuckling, shifting until he was half on top of you, tucking the blankets tighter around you both, pressing kiss after kiss into your hair. His nose nuzzled your temple as his palm stroked slow, soothing patterns across your back.

And despite the cold, your chest felt so warm it could’ve lit up the whole room.

Because Rafe Cameron might be a thermostat saboteur but he was also a big softie when it came to you.

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You’re just trying to walk past the bar crowd, hand in your boyfriend’s and a smile on your lips — until it happens. Some guy. Too drunk.

His hand touches your ass, it wasn't some accidental touch, he full on grabbed it.

And it’s not even subtle. Meaning your boyfriend clearly saw it happen as well. You freeze.

Your smile drops. You don’t even get the chance to react because the second it happens, your boyfriend stops cold. Turns around. Lets go of your hand.

The air changes. It’s like the fucking world pauses — because when he turns around, there’s murder in his eyes.

“Hey,” he says. Voice calm. Controlled. Deadly.

The guy stumbles a little, laughs. “It was a touch, relax—”

Crack.

One punch. Right to the jaw. No hesitation.

The guy goes down instantly, knocked straight into the dirty club floor, clutching his face. Blood already pouring from his nose. People around you gasp. Someone yells. You’re still in shock.

But your boyfriend? He just stands there. Breathing hard. Shoulders tight. Fists clenched like he hasn’t had enough. “You think it’s funny?” he says. Steps forward. “Touching someone who didn’t fucking ask for it?”

The guy groans. Doesn’t answer.

“Get the fuck up.” He doesn’t. Your boyfriend lowers his voice. “I said—get the fuck up.”

You grab his arm. “Babe, stop. It’s fine—”

He turns to you fast, still fuming. “No. It’s not fine. he touched you.” pause "i should cut his hands off for that"

He looks down at you like you’re the only real thing in the world.

“You flinched,” he says again, quieter now. “He made you uncomfortable.” You nod slowly, swallowing, fingers wrapped around his wrist now, grounding him.

His eyes are still wild. He’s still breathing like he might kill someone. But he lets you pull him back. Only after he spits at the guy’s feet.

“Touch her again,” he mutters, voice low and venomous. “And I swear I’ll put you in the fucking ground.” Then he turns. Wraps his arm around your waist.

And as you walk away, tucked under his arm, he doesn’t say a word. He’s still angry. Still ready to snap. But when you look up at him? He’s already looking at you.

Checking your face. Your breathing. Your comfort. “I’m okay,” you whisper. He exhales. Softens just slightly. But not much. Because in his head? He’s still thinking about dragging that guy outside and making sure he never touches another person again.

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soft and sleepy middle of the night sex with bf!rafe

cw: smut, praise, tit play, fingering, soft sex, unprotected (p in v)

you and rafe lay curled together in the warmth you had created, limbs tangled, skin to skin in some places, the rest barely covered. that’s when rafe stirred, his body shifting slightly behind yours, drawn instinctively closer to the familiar shape of your small frame.

he didn’t open his eyes, not yet, he just pressed a soft, sleepy kiss to your bare shoulder, then another a little higher. his hand, warm and lazy, slid up your waist beneath the thin fabric of your shirt, palm settling beneath you breasts with a gentle possessiveness.

you let out a soft, involuntary sound, halfway between a hum and a sigh, and blinked slowly awake. you shifted back against him, hips pressing a little more snugly into his. “rafey…” you whispered, voice husky with sleep. “mmm.” his voice was low and rough in your ear.

“didn’t mean to wake you.” he murmured. “you didn’t,” you whispered back, turning just enough to see his face. you smiled faintly, still hazy, brushing your fingers through his tousled hair.

your mouths instinctively met in a kiss. it was slow, warm, and tasting of sleep. rafe’s hand slid upward, gently cupping your tit through your shirt, thumb brushing over the soft curve, making you breathe a little deeper, your body waking up under the careful attention of his touch.

he tugged your shirt higher, letting it bunch at your ribs, and you raised your arms in a silent invitation. the shirt slipped off and was tossed somewhere to the floor, forgotten as he leaned in and pressed a trail of kisses from your collarbone to the swell of your breast.

you arched subtly beneath him, fingers still threading through his hair, your body soft and pliant under his. “you’re so warm,” he murmured against your skin, voice gone low and reverent. “and so soft.”

you answered him with a quiet moan, pulling him closer as his mouth found your nipple, his tongue flicking over it in slow, lazy circles. one of your legs slid between his, drawing him flush against you, the heat between you two unmistakable even beneath the sheets.

you could feel the hardness of him through his boxers, thick and heavy against your thigh, and you tilted your hips up to meet him with a teasing smile. “you’re already hard,” you whispered, voice thick and sweet.

rafe groaned softly at the contact, rocking against you once, slow and controlled, his arousal evident now through the thin fabric of his boxers. your hands moved over his toned back, down to his hips, guiding him gently.

“you make me like this, baby.” he kissed you, deep and slow, his hand sliding between your thighs to cup you over your panties, teasing your clit through the damp fabric. “always.”

your lips found his jaw, then his neck, planting slow kisses as your skilled fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, just enough to brush against the side of his thick cock.

you moved like that for a while, no rush or urgency. just kisses and slow touches, the kind that built heat in waves, steady and sweet. rafe eased your lace panties down your thighs, letting his hand follow, fingertips trailing over the delicate skin at your hips.

he moved slowly until he found you wet and aching, and he moaned softly as he stroked you, slow and deliberate, two fingers gliding through your slick folds. he met your eyes as he touched you, watching your face for every little change, for the flutter of your lashes, the way your breath caught. “that feels so good…”

“i know, baby,” he murmured. “you’re dripping for me.” his voice dropped even lower, “you’re so fucking perfect like this.” you reached down then, wrapping your soft digits around his cock, he was already thick and pulsing in your hand, and you gave him a few slow strokes, loving the way he hissed through his teeth at the contact.

“i want to feel you. all of you.” you begged, arching into him already. and of course rafe couldn’t deny you anything. he was quick to line himself up, the pink head of his cock pressing slowly against your entrance. you gasped as he slid in, stretching you apart, hands gripping his shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“jesus, you feel…” he groaned, burying himself fully inside your cunt, hips pressed flush. “so tight. so wet. fuck, baby.” you started moving together slowly, your bodies rocking in a lazy, sensual rhythm.

rafe kept his forehead pressed to yours, his thumb brushing over your cheek, then down to circle your nipple again, gently teasing as he moved in and out. every thrust was deep, unhurried, like he was savoring every second, the drag of his cock inside slow and sweet.

“you feel incredible,” he whispered, hips rolling against yours. “like you were made for me.” you moaned softly, nails dragging down his back. “you’re so deep… can feel you everywhere.” rafe murmured your name into your neck, his voice shaking slightly.

“i love being inside you,” he breathed, his rhythm faltering slightly as the pleasure built. “love making you feel this good.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him messily.

“don’t stop. just like that…”you clenched around him, drawing a ragged groan from his lips as rafe buried himself deeper, his thrusts still slow, but growing more intense. the pleasure curled tighter in your belly, that slow-building heat threatening to snap.

“i’m close,” you gasped, back arching, head falling back. “i’ve got you,” rafe panted, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub your clit just right. “cum for me, baby. let go.”

and you did. shaking and gasping his name, body clenching around him as waves of pleasure rolled through you. rafe groaned loud against your neck and thrust once, twice more before he followed, spilling into you with a trembling whine, burying his face in your shoulder.

he collapsed gently against you, still buried inside, kissing your forehead, your cheek, your lips, as your breathing began to slow again. you brushed his hair back and smiled at him sleepily, your body still warm and vibrating from the closeness.

“i love you,” he whispered, voice still unsteady. you smiled up at him, dazed and glowing. “i love you too, rafe.” he pulled the blankets back over you, gathering you in his arms, and kissed you one last time before you both drifted back into sleep. and inside your bed, the world stayed still.

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Social Media [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Summary: Reader teaches Steve how to use social media and he sees her more provocative pictures.

Authors Note: This was written with the intention of a second part so let me know by the end if that sounds appealing. Enjoy!

WC: 1.2k

Steve might have been over a hundred years old but he did his best to keep up with the times. Over the past two years of being with the Avengers, Steve and you had fallen into routine of you casually keeping him up to date with societal standards and routines. Whether it was explaining to him hookup culture or ubers, he was always attentive during your lessons.

You hadn't recognized it, but the past few months, Steve had been taking extra care to impress you. Listening and being there for you was something he took extra pride in as he wanted you to know that he cared.

Little did he know, you had also grown quite fond off the talks you would share. The way his shoulder would brush yours would send shocks down your spine as you tried to ignore any type of non platonic feelings. You truly believed he could never feel that way about you, so you did your best to maintain the friendship.

It was especially hard to keep this act up though when he was staring at you with those bright blue eyes that peered straight into your thumping heart, as he was doing now.

"Please teach me how to use the online medias. Tony won't stop posting pictures of my butt and posting them on the bird app calling it 'America's Ass'." Steve shuttered as he recounted the memes the team would make of him when he wasn't looking. Tony did have a secret spam that he would use to often make fun of the team in a loving way. Everyone assumed it was Peter's doing until you walked in one day on Tony snickering while posting a photo of Clint having fallen asleep in one of the vents.

Looking back at the tall and brutally handsome man in front of you, you sighed and patted the seat on the couch next to you. Steve gave you that faint worthy smile as he politely sat within arms reach of you. The body heat he gave off made you want to melt but you brushed it off and gestured for his phone.

"Oh right!" He fumbled as he patted his pockets down for the phone under Stark Technologies. Steve was one of the only people who denied all the updates Tony would provide for all the team's tech. You always felt bad as using technology for Steve was hard enough without all the constant updates of flashy nonsense.

"So first I'm going to go to the app store and download some of the more common social media apps like Twitter and Instagram." You gently explained as Steve watched you maneuver throughout his phone. He was always left in awe of how natural it all came to you.

"And I don't have to pay for it?" He questioned as you shook your head.

"Nope! Some apps cost money but most don't. Either way, Tony probably would cover it no problem." You stated as the apps downloaded.

Once they were loaded, you opened Instagram and began to sign Steve up. Since there was already an account for Captain America, run by the team's press, there was no need to create a professional one.

"Now I'm gonna make you an account just for your personal use, not to promote any avengers things. Just for Steve!" He nodded along as you rambled, just in awe of you. Honestly you could say anything and he would probably go along with it.

"You can use this account to post or not post whatever. Some people use it for aesthetic pictures they take, photos of friends and family or just selfies of themselves."

"What do you post?" Steve asked as your rambling was cut short. You should've expected this question but you never thought your crush/friend/coworker would ever see your feed (seeing as Steve is clueless when it comes to the internet).

You blushed and stammered to answer, "Well I post pictures of my friends, food I really liked or photos that I look good in I guess..." You mumble the last part and internally beg he wouldn't request to see it. The reason for this being that you had a couple bikini pictures up that usually weren't a problem or shameful secret, but you just didn't want Steve seeing them.

"Can I follow you?" Steve asks with a soft look in his eyes. Your heart fluttered as you pretended to be chill and shrugged looking back at his phone. You proceeded to look up your account and followed it before quickly exiting before he had a chance to see anything.

Steve smiled at you before continuing the conversation, "Thank you for helping me with all this. I didn't want to ask the others and have them make fun of me." He shyly stated as you looked at the man with wide eyes. You didn't realize how comfortable he felt around you until you realized you were the person he came to for help with all of this.

"Oh Steve, it's no problem at all! Plus you're such a fast learner that it's no big deal." Plus you loved being around him so that made it easy. You weren't gonna tell him that last part though...

After another hour of explaining how social media worked, Steve gave you another genuine smile and excused himself to go finish up a last minute report. The second he left the room you let out an exhausted sigh and sunk back into the couch.

Everytime Steve was around you, you got so in your own head that he basically consumed your mind. Little did you know you had the same effect on Steve. The second he stepped into his office, he let out a sigh he didn't realize he was holding. The only real reason he wanted to get on social media was to see all the photos you always seemed to be posting. He saw one of your photos on Natashas phone the other day when she left it out and had never felt so compelled to steal something before.

Within the privacy of his office, Steve finally brought his phone back out and opened Instagram. Going to his following page like you taught him, he opened your account and almost passed out. Right there on your third latest post was a picture of you and Wanda from a hike you had gone on a couple days prior.

Looking at the blissful smile on your face, Steve felt himself falling even harder for you. He continued to scroll through your account until he landed on one of your posts from a couple months ago. You had gone with the girls on a beach trip (funded by Tony) and had a mini photoshoot at the beach. Steve's face flushed bright red as he tried not to look too hard at the photo. He couldn't help but admire the red one piece you were wearing and how it hugged each of your curves in a way that left his mouth watering.

Fumbling to exit out of the photo before he continued to think the lewd thoughts forming in his mind, Steve accidentally hit the like button. Actively trying to not mess up further, Steve threw his phone across the room, hoping it would turn off. Digging his nails into the desk, he took deep breaths as to try and erase the image of you looking so breathtakingly stunning in his mind.

Hesitantly going to pick back up his phone, Steve noticed a new message from you. He quickly opened it up to find a text that made his breath catch, "Come meet me in my room in 10". Holy shit. 

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Trouble

Pairing: Steve Rogers x grad student!Reader

Summary: The one day you choose to be a morning person gets you caught in a compromising position by your best friend. Read more of these two here and here 🫶

Warnings: Age gap, oral (m receiving), getting caught, 18+

Word count: ~600

You’re not a morning person. You’d die on that hill. 

But when Steve’s around… 

When he’s shirtless in your kitchen… Making himself at home, quietly humming while brewing a cup of coffee to wake you up with…

Maybe he’s starting to make you one. 

This morning, instead of pretending like his absence when he leaves your bed doesn’t wake you, you follow after him a few minutes later. 

He thinks you’re just sleepy and feeling clingy when you step behind him, silently wrapping your arms around him and resting your cheek against his shoulder blade. 

He starts to realize how wrong he is when you slip around and slowly sink onto your knees in front of him. 

Now, he has one hand gripping the edge of the counter while the other gently holds the back of your head as you softly gag on his cock. 

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groans low and deep, voice still laced with sleep. 

You smile around him. That sound is enough to make you forget that you didn’t think through how uncomfortable kneeling on the linoleum floor like this would be.

“What happened to Miss ‘I don’t get out of bed before 10 a.m.’?”

That makes you laugh and you have to pull away for a second, letting your hand take over.

“You’ve changed me, Stevie,” you answer innocently, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He barely holds himself together when you take him back in your mouth, keeping your eyes on his. 

His head falls back and he lets out a sigh. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You moan in response, taking him deeper, determined to get him to let go for you. 

But neither of you get the satisfaction before hearing a gasp come from across the room. 

“No fucking way–”

Steve damn near jumps, letting go of you and instinctively stepping back. 

Your best friend is standing in the doorway, donning her bag of snacks in one hand and a blanket draped over her other arm – ready for your usual day together catching up on shitty reality tv from the past week. 

“Shit, it’s Saturday,” you mutter, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“My god!” She laughs a little, but only because there’s no other way to react. “You have the instincts of a turtle, by the way.”

She gestures to you still sitting on the floor. Steve at least had the sense to tuck himself back into his sweats and put a distance between the two of you. If he didn’t have a fear of being rude, he would have walked away minutes ago. 

“Also, hi,” she says, awkwardly waving to him. 

He stutters out a few sounds that don’t actually make up words before just settling on waving back, but not without rolling his eyes at himself.

She looks back at you, finally pulling yourself up. 

“I forgot…” 

You start to explain, but she holds her hand up, telling you to stop. 

 “Clearly, or I wouldn’t have just walked in on you going down on the old guy from our art class.” 

She turns to walk toward your living room. Scarred, but not enough to leave. You know she’ll be begging for all the details later. 

“No offense,” she murmurs as she passes Steve. 

“Hey,” he shakes his head, holding his hands up to tell her none taken.

Once she’s out of the room, you step back closer to Steve.

“I’m so sorry,” you tell him quietly. “I– I’ll make sure the door’s locked next time–”

He scoffs, but can’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Next time?”

You offer the same innocent look that made him fall apart before.

“You, my dear…” He whispers close to your ear, making you giggle. You both hear your friend groan in the distance, but don’t pay her any mind this time. “...Are trouble.”

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Shut Me Up

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Summary: You rant after a long day and want Steve to shut you up.

Word Count: Over 1.3k

Warnings: Established relationship, oral sex (m. receiving, f. receiving discussed), implied sex, dirty talk, swearing, slight feels, possessive behavior, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Yeah, I don't know where this came from. Yay for Steve Rogers! ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Fuck this day!” You flopped down on the bed with a sigh and pointed at Steve who stood by the closet with a small smirk on his face. “And don’t you dare give me that ‘language’ bullshit. I know what kind of mouth you have on you.”

I said “language” one time, and it’ll haunt me forever.

Steve chuckled and put his hands up in surrender. When you were in this kind of mood there was no arguing with you. Well, people could try to argue with you, but chances were they’d lose spectacularly. It impressed Bucky and Sam, and it may have scared them, too. “Wasn’t going to, sweetheart.”

Your gaze softened before anger took over your beautiful features again. “Damn right, you aren’t,” you muttered, slowly exhaling as you looked at the ceiling. “But, seriously, fuck this day.”

“Tell me about it,” he urged, shutting the closet door and leaning against it so he could keep his eyes on you. He didn’t go to the bed just yet, knowing you’d motion him over or give him a sign once you wanted him there. He also knew that whatever you had to say, you didn’t want his advice. Sometimes you needed to vent, and he was more than happy to listen. “Please?”

You sighed. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Steve listened as you launched into a tirade about the frustrations you dealt with at work today, such as fixing errors made by people in higher positions, changes to a policy that would affect your day-to-day that no one knew about in advance, and more. He tried his best not to smile when you realized how loud your voice had gotten during your rant or how you threw your hands up when something in particular got under your skin. You were so passionate, so raw, and he loved that about you. 

He also did his best not to get angry on your behalf, but his jaw clenched when you mentioned a rude coworker. You could defend yourself, but it was in his nature to stand up for anyone wronged, especially his girl. If there was any kind of battle you needed to fight, he wanted to fight beside you.

“I’m sorry,” he cut in. “You deserve better.” 

The words weren’t to placate you. He was sorry he couldn’t force your company to do better, and you did deserve better with all the work you put in. At the very least he needed to see if there were better jobs out there for you if things didn’t improve or somehow convince you to quit.

“Thanks,” you whispered before you continued.

He didn’t interrupt again, but he occasionally hummed or grunted so you knew he was paying attention to every word, and he was. Whenever you talked, he listened. It would always be that way. 

But he wasn’t prepared for what you said next.

“I’m done,” you exhaled once your rant was over. “Now shut me up.”

“What?” he asked, his brows furrowing when you stretched out more on your back.

“I’m tired of talking and I’m tired of listening to myself rant,” you replied, hanging your head off the edge of the bed. “So fuck my throat and shut me up.”

Steve’s ocean eyes widened and he was lucky he didn’t break the door when he pushed himself off of it. “As much as I want your mouth around my cock, I should be taking care of you.” The bulge in his pants said he clearly wanted it, but you were the one who had a rough day, not him.

You giggled. “Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be going down on me before the day is over and you’ll give me at least two orgasms before you fuck me,” you said as a matter of fact, color creeping into his cheeks. Bold and unfiltered. He appreciated that. “And you’ll cuddle with me after.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “You want to cuddle?”

You nodded slightly and whispered, “Yes.” At the end of the day, what you wanted was for someone to love and hold you, to let you know they’d be by your side. 

“All the cuddles you want,” he promised because he wanted to hold you, too.

“Good,” you said, pointing at your mouth. “Now shut me the fuck up.”

His fingers curled as he took slow strides toward the bed. “You giving me orders?” he asked, a hint of a growl in his voice.

“I am, and I expect you to obey them, Captain,” you said, letting your mouth fall open. It was a beautiful sight.

“Fuck,” he hissed, unbuttoning his pants. It was almost unfair how quickly you could make him hard. A single look, a word, and he was ready for you. He couldn’t complain when he turned you on just as easily. He knew you soaked your underwear just from the thought of his dick sliding across your tongue.

“Language,” you teased in a sing-song voice. 

He shoved his pants and underwear down and heard the way your heart sped up when he stroked himself. “Thought you wanted me to shut you up.”

“Oh, I do. Shut me up. Make me choke on you, Stevie,” you said, moaning when the tip slid in. 

“You gonna take me, sweetheart?” he rasped, resting a hand on your throat. “Gonna feel me here when I come?” 

You moaned, taking him in deeper. With your head upside down he wanted to make sure you could still breathe. And, fuck, did your mouth feel like heaven. 

“You’re gonna sit on my face and shut me up, too,” he groaned, sliding his hand to your breast and toying with your nipple through the top, his thrusts shallow at first. “But I’m writing my name with my tongue ‘cause it’s my cunt, sweetheart. Mine to worship and fuck. It’s mine.”

Your whine vibrated around the length of him. People thought he was America’s golden boy with a polite mouth, but you knew better. You loved how dirty he was with you. And, yes, he was a little possessive. So were you. 

“That’s it. Don’t talk, don’t even think about work,” he ordered, his hips moving faster. You sputtered only once, but quickly adjusted like you always did. “Just suck my cock like a good girl and I’ll eat my pussy so good you’ll cry for me.”

You’d cry, beg, ride his face like your life depended on it and you’d scream his name when you came. And you’d swallow down every drop when he spilled down your throat. Give and take. 

He moaned when you reached back to cradle his balls and gently squeezed. You were so good to him, knew exactly what he liked, what got him off. “Fuck, sweetheart, do that again,” he demanded, his toes curling. “Fuck, I’m-”

He couldn’t finish his warning when you squeezed once more, triggering his orgasm. He moaned your name and coated your throat with his release with a few more thrusts. Once he finished, his head still spinning, he quickly pulled out so you could breathe. Both of you panted as he checked on you through the fog of his orgasm. You didn’t lift your head just yet, but you locked eyes with him and smiled a devastatingly beautiful smile.

Beautiful. Perfect. Mine.

“Fuck me,” he whispered, bringing a hand to your cheek. “Better?”

You finally lifted your head and nodded. Between the venting and having your throat fucked, you seemed in better spirits. And instead of speaking, you pointed to an empty spot on the bed. It was his turn to get you off.

“Yes, ma’am,” he smirked.

And before you shut up for good, you’d softly thank him again for everything.

And in the quiet of the night, he’d thank you, too.

I need to give Steve more love, okay? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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The Fuckboy Committee

NINE: FULL SEX

18+

Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

A new development in your friendship with Thor pushes you to take the next step with your fuckboys.

Content Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x F!Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, friends with benefits, mature themes, flirting, slight angst, alcohol consumption, fluff, smut (oral sex f receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, MMF threesome).

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Your thermos is filled with coffee, your hair is perfectly styled, and your outfit is incredibly cute. The spring in your step has been there since you woke up, and it doesn't go unnoticed by your roommate.

"Oh, shit," Wanda utters as she looks you up and down. "You are glowing."

"Do you think?" You ask her with a grin. "I have a big meeting at work - well, Mr. Stark has a big meeting at work. A lot of the executives are gonna be there, so I just put a little extra effort in."

Folding her arms across her chest, she raises a brow. "And this has nothing to do with the two fuckboys you'll coincidentally also be seeing at work today?" She wonders curiously.

Her query makes you frown as you let out a scoff. "What? No, absolutely not," You claim. "It has everything to do with Thor being there, though."

Wanda narrows her eyes and you can tell she doesn't believe you. "Are you sure?" She asks, watching as you pick up your bag from the couch. "Sex is intimate. I'd completely understand if you were catching feelings for one of them."

"It's not like that," You insist, slinging the bag onto your shoulder. "There's nothing romantic about it; they're like my tutors. It's just sex."

"Sex is never just sex!" She exclaims.

"Haven't you ever had sex with someone you don't like?" You ask her.

"Nope," Wanda reveals to your surprise. "I've only slept with people I had feelings for, or eventually went on to develop feelings for."

"Oh," You utter simply, before straightening your back. "Whatever. The boys and I haven't even had, like... full sex yet, so I feel nothing but friendship for them. A nice, platonic  sense of camaraderie."

"Full sex?" She repeats through laughter. "As opposed to what? Half sex?"

"Yes, half sex is foreplay, full sex is sex, I've said it and that's that," You decide firmly with a huff. "Now, I'm getting late for work. Also, everyone at the office is going out for drinks tonight, so I'm not sure when I'll be back."

"Or if you'll be back," Wanda corrects slyly. "A little tip: wine will get them horny without giving them whiskey dick."

"Whiskey dick?" You repeat with a frown.

"Yeah, you know; when they're too drunk to get a boner," She explains matter-of-factly. "If you wanna get some tonight, keep them away from the hard stuff."

Slowly, you back away from her and towards the door. "They were frat boys six months ago; drunk sex is their forte," You say, mostly trying to convince yourself.

"I'm just saying. I don't want you to be disappointed," She says as she walks closer to you. "And judging by that tight little skirt and expensive perfume you've got on, you want it to be tonight. Don't you?"

Lost for words, you stare at her open-mouthed.

"I can read your mind," She claims with a smirk. "I'll see you tomorrow, and I wanna hear all about your full sex."

Thor decided to sit next to you for the first time today, and you've been reeling ever since. While the others drone on about financial reports and upcoming property auctions, you're watching him scribble something down onto a scrap piece of paper. He slides it over to you once he's done, making your stomach flip. You feel like a schoolgirl with a juvenile crush, but you don't care. He's drawn a picture of two stick people doing what looks to be sitting down and eating slices of cake. Amused, you add in a few small details, including some trees behind them. Thor then draws a bottle of champagne, so you draw in champagne flutes in each of the stick people's hands.

While the meeting goes on, the two of you continue with the drawing. Steve and Bucky give you cheeky looks but you ignore them, not wanting to fall off your game. Eventually, Thor picks the paper up to look at it with a smile. You frown, wondering what he's so happy about. Just then, Tony finally ends the meeting, and the others begin shuffling out of the room. Thor remains seated and so do you, pretending to be making some final notes just so you can get a few extra minutes with him.

"Well, here you go," Thor says, sliding the paper over to you. Looking over, you see he's labeled the stick people with each of your names. Confused, you frown at him, silently asking him to explain. "That's us on our first date," He mumbles, sending a shiver down your spine. "The one I'm taking you on next Saturday."

Utterly taken aback, you let out a breathy laugh. "Wha- seriously?" You ask, wondering whether you're dreaming as your heart races.

"Seriously," He repeats firmly. "Unless you have other plans?"

"No, definitely not," You assure him. "I- next Saturday is perfect."

He smiles widely, and you swear you see his eyes twinkle. "Great. I'll text you later to work out the details," Thor says, standing up. "I gotta go work on that report for Starkie - you're coming out for drinks later, yeah?"

"Yeah," You reply, standing up too while trying to play it cool.

"See you around, babe," He shoots with a wink, making your stomach flip.

"Bye," You whisper, wide-eyed as you watch him walk out, leaving you alone in the meeting room. 

While you're excited, you also know you're nowhere near experienced enough to hang out alone with him yet, which has solidified your decision.

You're having full sex tonight.

Old Petey's is a dimly lit bar, where there are hardly any free seats and absolutely no free drinks.

"Everyone needs a tequila to start," Tony claims, two large platters of shots in his hands. "And remember - drinks are on me tonight, so don't hold back!"

"He's in a good mood," Steve mumbles into your ear, to which you grin.

"Him and Pepper made it official," You reveal, before nudging his ribs. "But you didn't hear that from me."

"My lips are sealed, twinkie," He promises with a wink, reaching out to grab two shots and handing one to you. "Salut."

It's an enjoyable start to the night, but you can't ignore your nerves. When you spot Bucky standing alone at the bar, you decide to approach him, hoping a talk with him will help you relax.

"Hey, stranger," You say, sidling up to him while he sips on whiskey. "Come here often?"

He smirks, turning his head towards you. "Hey, beautiful," He responds. "Approach strange men in bars often?"

"You're my first, actually," You admit with a soft laugh.

Biting his lip, he leans in closer. "Promise?" Bucky whispers into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

Immediately, your heart races and you're suddenly very aware of your breathing. You both hate and love how easy it is for him to fluster you. "Bubby," You whine lowly, taking his whiskey glass and fiddling with it.

"What is it, pretty girl?" He mumbles, resting his hand on your ass. "You getting shy on me?"

"Suck my dick," You huff, lightly hitting his chest.

"You first," He retorts, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

"Tony's gonna be mad if sees us like this," You warn him, thankful that the bar is busy.

"He's already drunk, don't worry about him," Bucky assures you, pulling you closer. His hands roam your body, driving you crazy.

"I need to tell you something," You whisper, tapping his belt buckle. "It's top secret."

"Oh? Do tell," He says, intrigued.

You look around to make sure nobody from the office is within earshot before moving even closer to Bucky and lowering your lips to his ear. "I wanna have sex tonight," You reveal, suddenly becoming overwhelmed with nerves as the words leave your mouth.

His eyes light up instantly. Saying nothing, he takes a long sip of his drink, the silence driving you wild.

"Buuuuck," You draw out with frustration, squeezing his shoulder. "Say something. Agree. Disagree. Give me your consent."

A smirk grows on his lips and he glances around the bar before standing up off the stool, towering over you. "Give me a kiss," He mutters, placing his hands on your hips.

"We're in public," You remind him, unable to kill the smile on your face.

"Nobody's sober enough to notice us," Bucky murmurs before closing the gap between you, giving you a gentle kiss.

Unfortunately, though, he's wrong. There is one person with his watchful eyes on the two of you, observing with a clenched jaw as you and Bucky share quick, playful kisses. Bruce huffs, frustrated that Bucky decided to directly disobey him and pursue you. With no other choice, he approaches an attractive young woman with a fistful of cash.

"You can have all of this if you go flirt with that guy over there," Bruce utters into her ear, nodding towards Bucky.

The woman looks taken aback as she scoffs. "The one making out with his girlfriend?" She questions him with a raised brow.

"She's not his girlfriend. Wait until he's alone," Bruce instructs her, placing the cash in her hand. "That's $500. I'll double it after you've done the job."

She looks dubious of him, her eyes narrowing. "And all I have to do is flirt with him? What if he's not into me?"

He chuckles drly, shaking his head. "Trust me, you won't have that problem," Bruce assures her.

With a shrug, she closes her hand around the money and agrees, "Alright, dude."

You stay with Bucky for a few more minutes before you need to use the bathroom. When you get there, you see a few of the girls from the office touching up their makeup and gossiping between themselves.

"Hey, you," Charlene greets you, looking back at you in the mirror while applying some red lipstick. "Doing okay, babe?"

"I'm doing fantastic," You reply eagerly, walking over to stand next to her, leaning back against the sink.

"You and Barnes are looking awfully cosy out there," Niamh points out with a quirked brow. "Were our desperate warnings not enough to keep you away from him?"

"Bub- Bucky and I are just friends," You promise them with a laugh. "Same with Steve."

"That's what Sheila in Accounting said," Fariya's muffled voice comes through a cubicle door before it swings open to reveal her with a stern look on her face. "Then she shaved her head when Barnes told her he wasn't into her anymore."

"You guys have nothing to worry about. I will not be making any drastic hairstyle changes anytime soon," You vow. "In fact, I have a date next week with a man who isn't either of them."

The three of them burst into excited coos, and you feel your stomach flip at the reminder of your date with Thor. They prod you for details, but you refuse to give them any because you don't want to jinx it. Plus, if word got back to Thor that you were gushing about a date that hadn't even happened yet, it might make you seem immature in his eyes - so you keep quiet, but promise the girls you'll tell them how it goes.

When you leave the bathroom, your eyes immediately land on Bucky who's still sitting where you left him, only now, there's another girl with him. She's laughing at something he's saying and it's clear they're flirting, and for a split second, you feel ill. A sharp pain hits your stomach and you have the sudden urge to cry and make a drastic hairstyle change, but you quickly shake your head and realize what you're doing.

What's your problem? Stop being crazy. He's allowed to flirt with other girls. You do not have a problem with that, at all.

Thankfully, the nasty feelings go away and you can breathe again. That was weird. Looking around the bar, you spot Steve ordering a drink and make your way over to him. A small part of you is hoping Bucky sees the two of you together, and feels at least an inch of the jealousy you did - wait, what? Jealousy? You are not jealous. Get a grip.

Steve's arm around your waist pulls you out of your thoughts, and you look up at him with a slight jump. "Everything okay, twinkie?" He asks you with slight concern in his eyes.

Giving him a smile, you nod. "Everything is great now that you're here," You say teasingly.

He strokes your hip, smirking. "Is that right?"

Placing your hand on his chest, you pout. "Look what Bubby's doing," You whine immaturely.

"What's Bubby doing?" Steve asks while looking around the bar until his eyes land on Bucky.

"He's flirting with some other girl," You point out. "Right after I told him I wanna have sex tonight. How rude."

Steve almost does a double take, quickly spinning his head back down to you. "You wanna have sex tonight?" He asks lowly, to which you nod. "And we're still in this crappy bar?"

You nod again, and he scoffs. Without warning, he grabs your hand and leads you right over to Bucky. Steve grabs his shoulder and mutters something into his ear before dragging you out of the bar, making you laugh. "Steve, what are you doing?" You ask incredulously.

"We are going home, twinkie," He states curtly, taking you to his car.

"Right now?" You question him, feeling your stomach flip.

Steve looks over your shoulder at where Bucky is exiting the bar. With a smirk, Steve looks back down at you, kissing you after uttering, "Right now."

As the three of you get into his car, a combination of giggles and whispers and Bucky's wandering hands, Bruce stares out the window of the bar at you, glowering.

"I've never done this before."

Bucky's words take you aback. "You- you've never had sex?" You ask him incredulously.

"I've never been someone else's first before," He corrects pointedly as he and Steve stand in front of where you're sitting on the bed.

"Me neither," Steve adds, looking slightly nervous.

With an eye roll, you let out a huff. "It's not a big deal, guys. And don't look so scared, you're freaking me out!" You exclaim. "You're supposed to be the professionals, here."

"Alright. You're right. Not a big deal. Tupac, no Biggie," Bucky mumbles, sounding anything but confident.

"So, who's fucking you first?" Steve asks bluntly.

Shrugging, you sit back on the bed, trying to remain calm when you're internally going haywire. "Well, Bucky's dick is smaller, so maybe he should go first?" You suggest. Steve immediately snorts, and Bucky looks offended, to which you sit up. "It's not a bad thing! It just means you'll hurt me less," You reason, only making Steve laugh again while Bucky purses his lips. Glaring at Steve, you fold your arms across your chest and say, "Fine. If you're gonna be like that, then Steven, you're fucking me first."

"No, no, no, I'll do it," Bucky interjects hurriedly.

"Nah," Steve counters with a smug smirk. "Twinkie said she wants my huge cock first."

"The difference isn't even that much!" You swear with frustration, before looking up at both of them and pouting. "It's not fair."

Bucky frowns, sitting down next to you and cupping your face in his big hand. "What's not fair, newbie?" He asks.

With heated cheeks, you look down. "I want you both," You mumble shyly.

"You can have us both," Steve assures you, sitting on the other side of you. "Can't she, Buck?"

"Of course you can, baby," Bucky adds before softly kissing your neck. "We're yours."

"Just lay back," Steve orders you lowly while unbuttoning his shirt. "Let us take care of you."

You do as he says, watching as the two of them strip down to their boxers. Biting your lip, you move back to rest against the pillows, squeezing your legs together with eager frustration. Bucky kneels onto the bed with a hunger in his eyes, looking you up and down. "I fuckin' love it when you wear tight dresses," He mumbles, running a hand through your hair before tugging on the ends, forcing your head back. "You wear this just for us today?"

Biting your lip, you shake your head. "You wish, Barnes," You reply lowly.

"Come on now, newbie," He chuckles, pulling down the zipper on your dress. "Admit it. You're a little tease, and you love driving us crazy at the office, huh?"

"You act all innocent to everyone else, but we know the real you," Steve chimes in smugly. "We know you're insatiable. Just like us."

Gradually, you feel yourself losing control to them as they help you out of your dress. Although you've been naked in front of them before, knowing what lies ahead makes it feel like it's the first time. Their touches are gentle and welcoming, and you realize in this moment just how grateful you are that it's Bucky and Steve you're losing your virginity to.

Bucky's hand slipping down your panties pulls you from your wholesome thoughts to the not-so-wholesome present, making you gasp. He's behind you with his chest to your back, slowly rubbing circles onto your clit.

"That feel good, twinkie?" Steve asks you as he stands to the side of the bed, watching. "Getting nice and wet for us?"

"Yes," You cry, throwing your head back as Bucky sinks one of his fingers into you. Steve opens the bedside table before taking out a box of condoms, spilling them out on top of the table. He grabs one and opens it with his teeth, keeping his eyes on you. Your heart races as he takes out his hard cock and rolls the condom onto it, and you can't help but let out a whimper at the sight.

"I think she's excited, Stevie," Bucky says teasingly, fucking you with his fingers slowly, scissoring them and curling them as he opens you up. "She's fucking soaked."

"Yeah, baby?" Steve asks you with a smirk, tilting his head. "You're gonna have to be patient. Show us what a good girl you are."

Your stomach flips at his words, and just as you feel your pleasure begin to build up, Bucky pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine, "Bubby, why?"

The two of them chuckle at how desperate you are, frustrating you further. All your frustration goes out the window, however, when Steve kneels onto the bed and grabs you by the ankles, forcing you onto your back. Bucky gets off the bed while Steve gets comfortable between your legs, kissing your inner thighs teasingly.

"Steve," You whisper, looking down at him as you buck your hips up. "Can't wait. Please."

His smirk widens just before he dives in, flicking his tongue against your pulsing clit. Your back arches as he licks and swirls his tongue around your pussy, letting out groans himself which send vibrations through your body. He keeps his eyes on you, and you can see the build up of lust pooling in them.

Bucky, too, puts a condom on before rejoining you on the bed. He presses kisses to your neck, waiting until you moan before sinking his teeth in, marking his territory. Usually, you'd ask him to be careful with leaving visible marks, but right now, you just don't care. Your eyes roll back as utter bliss takes over your body, and you squeeze Steve's head between your thighs. He can barely breathe, but he couldn't give a fuck - he'd happily die where he is. 

"I'm gonna cum," You cry, tugging on Steve's hair. "Fuck, keep going."

Determined to get you there, Steve brings his hand up to your cunt and slides two fingers into your entrance, sucking on your clit while fingering you. You clench around his digits, unable to hold back any longer before finally letting go.

"That's it, baby, cum for us," Bucky whispers into your ear, pawing at your tits as you moan loudly. Your legs shake and your head presses back into the pillow, while every inch of your skin tingles. Steve continues eating you out until you push his head back, unable to take any more. 

"Fuck," He groans as he pulls back, slowly crawling upwards. "You always taste so fuckin' good, twinkie."

Breathing heavily, you gradually come down from your high, but you know the night is far from over. Excitedly, you sit up, looking at both of them with a small smile. "Is it time, yet?" You ask them eagerly.

They share a look and Bucky nods, stroking your back. "If you're ready, then-"

"I am," You cut him off. "I am ready."

With a raised brow, Steve asks, "So, how are we doing this?"

You huff impatiently, having reached the end of your tether. "I don't care, someone do something," You beseech them.

Taking the initiative, Bucky scrambles down the bed and spreads your legs apart before nestling between them. You take in a deep breath, meeting his eyes. He offers you a warm smile, reaching out to cup your cheek. "Are you sure about this, newbie?"

"More sure than I've ever been of anything," You say truthfully. "I'll be fine. It's just a... really big, thick finger."

"Really big," Bucky emphasizes. "Some even say it's bigger than Steve's-"

"Nobody's saying that-"

"It's not about the length-"

"Guys!" You cut in, holding your hands up. "Can we just- can you just please fuck me, Barnes?"

Chuckling, he nods, taking hold of his cock and rubbing it against your folds. "Yes, ma'am," He replies, keeping his eyes on your face. 

You take Steve's hand in yours and squeeze it tight, sitting up to watch as Bucky brings his cock to your entrance. You're soaking wet, which helps him push into you, making your head fall back.

"Keep breathing, twinkie," Steve utters, using his free hand to stroke your hair. "You doing okay?"

Nodding, you suck in a breath as Bucky sinks deeper into you. "I'm doing good," You breathe out as he slowly spreads you open. It's slightly uncomfortable, but not as bad as you were expecting.

"Fuck, you're tight," Bucky hisses as he slowly feeds you himself, inch by inch. "I- I don't think I'm gonna last that long. Shit."

"Maybe they should call you the Minute Man," Steve mutters teasingly.

Squeezing Steve's hand, you let out a quiet moan just as you feel Bucky brush against your g-spot. Your eyes roll back and a gust of pleasure hits you, and you finally realize that this is what makes life worth living.

"Oh, my God!" You cry loudly, wrapping your legs around Bucky's torso. With a wry grin, Bucky begins fucking you gently, each thrust elevating your bliss. Sitting up slightly, you let go of Steve's hand and cup Bucky's face in your palms, gasping. "Bubby, I think I love you."

Steve chuckles while Bucky rests his forehead against yours, thrusting a little faster. "I- I'm gonna cum," He sputters with pink cheeks.

"Seriously?" Steve asks him incredulously. "Was that even thirty seconds?"

"It's okay, Bucky, cum for me," You moan, stroking his cheeks. "I need it, baby, please."

He swallows thickly, slowly pounding into you. With a few more thrusts, his movements weaken and he falls forward, his breaths staggered. "Oh shit, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Bucky moans lowly, spilling out into the condom while shuddering. Your heart races and your cunt tightens around him for a few seconds, but you're far from finished. He thrusts a few more times before letting out a whimper in your ear. "Mommy."

Admittedly, your pussy flutters at the word, and though you've never heard it in this context before, it feels right to you. With a grunt, Bucky pulls out, throwing his head back.

"Way to go, Buck, that was at least 30 seconds," Steve teases him. "Was it your first time, too?"

"Fuck you," Bucky retorts breathlessly, running a hand through his hair as he sits on his knees, trying to regain his breath. Meanwhile, you lie there, half-satisfied, digging your nails into Steve's arm.

"Rogers, get inside me," You whisper, blinking up at him. "Now."

With a proud smirk, he gets into position between your legs. "Whatever you want, baby," He mumbles, running his fingers up your thighs. "Promise I'll last longer than him."

"Just you wait," Bucky warns him with narrow eyes. "She's like a fuckin' vice."

You press your hands against Steve's firm chest as he slowly enters you, taking your breath away. Weak moans leave your mouth and you wince as he stretches you out. It isn't painful, but it's still an odd sensation.

"How does that feel, twinkie?" He asks you lowly as he gradually bottoms out. "Oh, shit. You're so fuckin' tight."

"G- it feels good," You manage to reply as your core tightens. Steve then starts to slide in and out of you, building up a rhythm. Bucky moves closer to you and brings his mouth to your nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Feeling waves of pleasure course through your body, you arch your back and moan their names loudly, feeling as though you've reached a higher plane of existence.

"You're being such a good girl for us, baby," Steve praises you, lifting your leg up and resting it on his shoulder before kissing your ankle. "Taking us so well."

"Oh, Steve," You cry, feeling your climax fast approaching. "Faster, please."

"Yeah? You want it faster, twinkie?" He asks teasingly, speeding up his thrusts.

Bucky lifts his head and gently kisses your neck over where he left a bruise earlier, sending shivers down your spine. "You're so fuckin' sexy," He mutters, bringing his hand to your chest and pulling on your hardened nipple. You whine as he twists it, causing your pussy to squeeze around Steve's cock.

"Feel so good around me, baby," Steve groans, stroking your cheek. "Gonna cum for me?"

His words cause a spark within you, and within seconds you feel yourself begin to let go. "Oh, God," You moan. "I'm so close."

Bucky reaches down to rub your clit, sending you into an overdose of pleasure. Your body convulses and you cum hard, causing your legs to shake. Steve can't hold back any longer and finishes too, grunting as you milk him dry.

"That's my girl," Bucky mumbles into your ear softly as you slowly come down. Steve collapses onto the bed, leaving you a shaking mess between the two of them.

The three of you lie there in a peaceful silence for a few moments, gathering yourselves. You feel fulfilled. Finally. There's no more pressure to have sex. You've done it. And now that you have, you realize how incredible it is.

Your eyes flicker open and you take in a breath before taking each of their hands in yours. "Let's do it again."

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THE FUCKBOY COMMITTEE MASTERLIST

18+

Fuckboy!Stucky x Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Still a virgin in your 20s, you're desperate for some experience - but there's not a single man in New York that you can trust. There are, however, two seasoned fuckboys who promise to guide you through the world of sex, with no strings attached.

Series Warning: Fuckboy!Steve x Reader x Fuckboy!Bucky, mature themes, smut, inexperienced!reader, friends with benefits, drug use, MMF threesomes, angst.

ONE: The Proposition

TWO: The Agreement

THREE: The Art Of Foreplay

FOUR: Third Base

FIVE: The Gag Reflex

SIX: Happily Unloved

SEVEN: Game Night

EIGHT: Date Night

NINE: Full Sex

TEN: A New Woman

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (fem intended)

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI, oral (f receiving), fingering, smut, I wrote this on my phone so minimal layout and editing

A/N: hi hello I know I haven’t posted in forever I’m sorry, please take this as a peace offering 🥺

Bucky couldn't even remember what you were fighting about earlier. He knew it was stupid, childish even. You two bickered all the time, you always had ever since he met you. He liked to rile you up, see how angry and frustrated he could make you - the kind, polite, quiet one. Something about how you scrunched your brows, bared your teeth, and let the sweet girl facade fade. It made him feel alive. 

But the second those words left your mouth, his mind had gone blank, and the argument ready on his tongue fizzled away. 

"Maybe if I sit on your face, that'll shut you up." 

You'd threatened him with bodily harm and spewed hate-filled words at him. But this kind of retaliation was a first. And, oh did he like it. 

He more than liked it.

You'd followed him to his room earlier in the heat of your argument so there was no need for pause, or hesitation, or secrecy, before his lips landed on yours, silencing you. Your body slumped against his, all the tension and anger fizzling out into nothing as your hands gripped the front of his jacket. His feet guided you to the edge of his bed where he turned and sat, finally releasing you. 

"Then do it." He'd countered, daring you to follow through with your threat for the first time. And when your eyes locked with his, your pupils blown wide and a hesitant look on your face, he smirked, "C'mon, you know you want to." And when you still didn't move, "unless you're all talk." 

That'd done it. You hiked up the skirt of your sundress as you crawled on top of him, his smirk growing as you hovered over him, the damp spot on your panties on display for him. He instantly wrapped his flesh hand around your waist to pull the fabric to the side, using his metal one to guide you to his mouth. 

He let out a low groan as soon as the taste of you hit his tongue. He never realized how badly he'd wanted you. He was still navigating being normal again, not being The Winter Soldier, that oftentimes the way his body reacted or his heart thudded against his chest went unnoticed, or left him in a stupor. But with you now grinding down on his tongue, it all clicked for him. 

But he'd tuck that little secret away for now. 

He could tell you were hovering, not letting him have the full weight of you and he pulled his mouth off you, chuckling at the pathetic whine that slipped past your lips as you looked down at him. 

"Don't hover," He ordered, "I want all of you." 

Your brows pinched and you only replied with, "And I want you to shut up," Before fully taking your new seat. The authority in your tone and the true weight of you on his mouth had his pants growing tight but he didn't want to take his hands off of you. Not as he reached up with his vibranium hand and gripped one of your breasts, massaging it as he pulled it over the fabric of your dress, lightly tugging at the nipple once it was free. 

The moan that left your mouth at the coldness of his hand on your skin was pornographic with your head tipped back and your hands laying over his own, guiding them to how you liked to be touched, tightening his grip over your skin.

He decided then and there as you looked down at him, your jaw slack and the most beautiful sounds falling from your mouth, that he could do this forever. You were so beautiful like this, on the edge of release with him being the one to get you there. 

He was never letting you go after this.

He slipped his hands out of yours, reaching his flesh one up to grip what he could reach of your neck, the other sliding under your ass to slip a finger in your soaked core. Your hands dove to tangle and tug at his hair as your moans pitched higher and louder, his name a chant on your tongue as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, tongue circling and lips closing around your clit while you practically fucked yourself on his fingers. 

He wanted you to cum - needed it. So when his fingers curled and your moans turned to begging, he copied that same motion over and over and over until a gasp tore your breath from you. 

As quickly as he could, he pulled his fingers from you, replacing them with his tongue just as you fell over the edge, all but screaming his name, your legs clamping around his head as he swallowed your release, groaning into your skin. 

Your hands left his hair and wrapped around his arms that were holding you up, holding on like he was your life line. He traced a few lazy circles around you with his tongue as your body relaxed before lifting you and sliding you down to sit on his chest. 

When you looked at him, your confidence started to slip away, a sheepish, “sorry,” falling on his ears. He sighed with what he knew was the dopiest smile he’d ever let you see as his hands reached up to cradle your cheeks. 

“Babygirl,” he’d laughed, “you can shut me up like that any time you please.” 

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bf!rafe Cameron x gf!reader

Summery~ bf!rafe coming back home from work to find a flustered and horny gf!reader but she can’t say it cause she’s shy.

Content~ Sexual tension, shy reader, slight humping, neck kissing, use of words like ‘princess, baby’ etc…

Authors Note~ Heyy!! I’m kinda trying out a new format so that’s why this looks like what it looks like… also this was so yum to write idk why but I just lowkey love this so much. Enjoy💗💗

Rafe walks through the front door, his shirt slightly unbuttoned, tie loose around his neck, and hair messy from a long day at work. He drops his keys on the counter, letting out a sigh before he catches sight of you leaning against the kitchen island.

you stood there, clutching a glass of water in an effort to distract yourself from the way your stomach flips every time you see him.

"Hey, princess," he greets, his deep voice tinged with affection as he crosses the room in a few easy strides.

He reaches you, his hands immediately finding your waist like they always do, and presses a soft, casual kiss to your lips.

You're breathless by the time he pulls away, though he doesn't notice, already moving toward the fridge. "Miss me?" he teases lightly, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he grabs a water bottle.

"Always," you mumble, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. He shoots you a quick grin, but you can tell he doesn't think much of it. He's too busy twisting the cap off the bottle and leaning against the counter opposite you, taking a long sip.

"So," he starts, setting the bottle down and resting one hand on the counter behind him. "Dad had me running in circles all day. He's got this big deal he's working on, and guess who got stuck doing all the legwork."

You nod along, trying to seem like you're listening, but your eyes keep drifting to the way his chest looked with the first few buttons open, the way his throat moves when he talks. His voice, low and casual, is like a drug, making your pulse race.

He's oblivious to your inner turmoil, stepping closer to you as he continues talking. His hands naturally find your waist again as he leans in slightly, not because he's trying to fluster you, but because it's just second nature for him to be close to you.

"And then-" His words trail off as, without even thinking, he lifts you effortlessly onto the counter. The movement is so smooth, so casual, that it barely registers for him.

But for you, it's like a spark to a flame.

Your breath hitches as he sets you down, his hands still lingering on your hips.

He doesn't notice, though. He's still talking, still distracted, one hand on the counter beside you and the other lazily brushing against your hip.

It's too much. You can't take it anymore.

You slide forward slightly, your hips brushing against his, and suddenly, his voice falters.

He looks down at the contact, then back up at you, his expression flickering between confusion and realization.

"Oh," he breathes, his voice dropping an octave.

You feel like your face is on fire, but you can't stop yourself. Your hips roll gently, testing the waters, and you swear you see his jaw clench.

"Baby..." His tone shifts, softer, deeper.

His hands tighten on your hips as he steps closer, his body completely flush against yours now. "Why didn't you just tell me?"

You mumble something incoherent, too shy to respond, but the way his lips curve into a grin makes it clear he understands now.

He leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "Too shy, huh?" He chuckles softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

His mouth trails down your jaw to your neck, peppering soft, teasing kisses along your skin. Each press of his lips leaves you breathless, and before you realize it, your hands are tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

Your breathing grows heavier, the sensation of his lips on your neck too much and not enough all at once. A quiet sound escapes your lips, a soft moan that you can't hold back, and he freezes for a moment.

"Alright," he murmurs, his voice dropping further as he effortlessly lifts you off the counter and walks towards the bedroom. "Let me take care of you."

Authors Note~ I was thinking If there could be a part 2 for this…and if there could..how would it be? LEMME KNOW IF I SHOULD MAKE ONE💗

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CATER 2 U

synopsis. rafe knew you weren’t a hardcore partygoer. but every once in a while, you’d indulge him and come along. pairing. rafe cameron x reader content. lowkey fluffy. dotting boyfriend (mans down bad). slight jealousy. word count. 1.1k

the moment you walked in, rafe was already in protector mode. he found you a comfortable spot to sit, clearing the area like a professional bodyguard.

‘here, baby,’ he said, handing you your kindle, which he’d thoughtfully grabbed from the car. ‘brought this just in case you needed it.’ he crouched down in front of you, his hand brushing against your knee as he smiled softly. ‘water or soda? unless you’re planning on drinking tonight. your choice, sweetheart.’

you shook your head, amused at how seriously he was taking this. but you knew it was just his way of making sure you were comfortable in a space that wasn’t naturally yours.

throughout the night, rafe’s eyes would drift to you, even while he was in conversation with his friends. he’d glance your way, mouthing a quick ‘you good?’ from across the room.

you’d nod, and he’d give you a satisfied little smile before turning back to whoever had his attention.

at one point, he returned with a big bag of chips, setting it in your lap. ‘here, sweetheart. the kitchen’s packed, wouldn’t want you to get caught in a stampede.’ you couldn’t help but laugh at how thoughtful he was, even in the middle of chaos.

when you needed to use the restroom, he was right there, following close behind and standing outside the door like a loyal guard dog. he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, his sharp eyes scanning the hallway for any sign of trouble. he didn’t care if anyone teased him.

he knew how unpredictable parties could get, and he wasn’t about to take any risks when it came to your safety.

when someone drunkenly stumbled too close to the door, he stepped forward, his broad frame blocking their path entirely. ‘keep walking,’ he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

and when you emerged from the restroom, his eyes immediately softened. ‘all good?’ he asked, one hand instinctively brushing against your back as he guided you back toward the main party.

it was little things like this that reminded you why you felt so safe with him.

as the night wore on, rafe found himself caught in a lengthy business interaction outside. but even then, he wasn’t about to leave you unattended.

‘lover boy’s doing business,’ topper announced as he plopped down in the armchair near you, a playful smirk on his face. ‘hi, doll.’

you looked up from your kindle, surprised but grateful for the company. ‘he sent you over?’

‘of course,’ topper said, crossing his arms and leaning back as if settling in for the long haul. ‘can’t let you fend for yourself, can we?’

you chuckled softly, pushing your undrunk beer toward him. one of the many drinks rafe had brought for you earlier. ‘want this? i’m not gonna finish it.’

topper waved it off with mock seriousness. ‘no, ma’am. i’m on duty.’

you raised an eyebrow, amused. ‘duty?’

‘yep,’ he said, leaning forward slightly, his tone teasing but good-natured. ‘rafe made it clear—keep an eye on you. so,’ he gestured toward your kindle with a grin, ‘what are we reading tonight?’

you laughed, appreciating how even his friends were roped into rafe’s overprotective tendencies. but that was just rafe, always making sure you were cared for, even when he wasn’t by your side.

as night blurred into morning, rafe wandered over to you, his steps slow and deliberate. you glanced up at him with a soft smile as he crouched slightly in front of you, his hand reaching up to gently brush a stray hair out of your face.

‘you good, sweetheart?’ he asked, his voice quiet, almost lost in the muffled bass of the party music.

you nodded, though the faint yawn you tried to stifle didn’t go unnoticed.

his lips quirked up into a knowing smile, his thumb grazing your cheek for just a second. ‘just say the word, and we’re out of here, alright? we don’t have to stay if you’re tired.’

you shook your head lightly, touched by his attentiveness. ‘i’m fine, rafe. really.’

but he tilted his head, narrowing his eyes just a bit. ‘no need to be polite, baby. you know i’d rather be with you anyway.’

rafe’s sharp eyes caught sight of you across the room, and he froze mid-conversation. there you were, sitting on the couch, your usual spot.

but this time, someone else was next to you.

a guy.

he was leaning in, his arm casually draped along the back of the couch, too close for rafe’s liking. worse, you were laughing at something he said. you were laughing, completely unaware of the tension building across the room.

rafe’s jaw tightened, the edges of his calm facade slipping as a flush of irritation rose to his cheeks. his friends followed his line of sight, their chatter dying out.

topper raised a brow, muttering, ‘uh-oh.’

rafe didn’t respond. he didn’t need to. he was already moving, cutting through the crowd with purpose, his broad frame towering over anyone who didn’t step aside quickly enough.

reaching the couch, rafe didn’t say a word to the guy. instead, he dropped onto the arm of the chair beside you, his movement sharp and intentional. as he sat, his hand brushed against the guy’s arm, deliberately shoving it off the back of the couch.

the guy flinched, looking up at rafe, only to be met with an icy glare that sent him reeling.

‘hey, baby,’ rafe said, turning to you with a smile that was a little too tight.

‘hey!’ completely oblivious, you beamed up at him. ‘we were just talking about books. turns out we’ve read a lot of the same ones.’

rafe let out a low, unimpressed hum, his arm moving to rest on the couch behind you, claiming the space the guy had just occupied. ‘is that so?’

the guy stammered something about needing another drink, his confidence wilting under rafe’s glare as he quickly stood and disappeared into the crowd.

you blinked, glancing at rafe. ‘did you scare him off?’

rafe tilted his head, his lips twitching into a smirk as he looked down at you. ‘nah, baby. he just realized he wasn’t needed here.’

you furrowed your brows but let it go, leaning back into rafe’s arm as he relaxed against the chair.

after a moment, rafe glanced down at you, his voice softening. ‘let’s go home.’

you smiled, nodding as rafe helped you up, his hand steady on your waist.

and as you left the party together, rafe cast one last glance at the guy from across the room—a silent warning that needed no words.

after a beat, rafe tilted his head down toward you. ‘you don’t need anyone else to talk books with, baby,’ he murmured, leaning in close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. ‘you’ve got me.’