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summary: steve captivating doll thought she could toy with his friend's affections without consequences, but she was blissfully unaware that he had a sweet revenge planned, a gift that would leave her breathless and trembling.
tags: 18+ readers only, smut…
i lay on the couch, my hands firmly held behind my back by him, captain america. his warm and firm body beneath me radiated authority and control.
"you know why you're here, don't you?" he asked, his voice low and severe, with a hint of sensuality.
i nodded, feeling a shiver of fear and excitement. my heart raced at the thought of what was to come.
"you made me jealous," he said, his voice even lower, with a controlled anger. "and now, you'll pay for it."
he looked at me intensely, his blue eyes shining like ice. his face was serious, but his eyes revealed a deep desire.
"remember, don't call me steve," he said, his voice firm and authoritative. "here, i’m daddy or captain america. understand doll?"
i nodded again, feeling my body respond to his authority.
"yes, daddy," i whispered, my voice trembling.
he smiled, his face illuminating with a mix of authority and desire. his gaze swept over me, making my body burn.
"now, let's begin," he said, his free hand caressing my face gently.
he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth with an intensity that left me breathless. his hand slid down, caressing my neck and breasts with skill.
"you're mine," he said, his voice firm and possessive. "and I'll make you remember it."
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚
steve held my hands behind my back, his warm body beneath me on the couch. his eyes burned with desire, his swollen lips curled into a sly smile.
"keep going, doll," he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "maybe daddy will give you a special gift."
my face flushed intensely, my eyes tearful with pleasure. my hair was disheveled, and my breasts and neck were covered in bites and kisses that burned like small flames.
"mmhm… don't deprive my ears of those sweet sounds," he said, his warm breath in my ear sending shivers down my spine.
his free hand caressed my body, exploring every curve and contour. i felt his heat, his tension, and knew he was on the edge of losing control.
suddenly, he stopped, leaving me breathless and yearning for more. "not so fast, doll," he said, his eyes gleaming with challenge.
i moaned, frustrated, but steve just smiled. "not yet," he repeated, his voice firm but with a hint of tenderness.
and then, he began kissing me again, his hands exploring my body with an intensity that left me dizzy.
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye you were bigger than the whole sky you were more than just a short time
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bitches don't fuck with my steve if you don't want to see me crazy 😭😡
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Maybe I'm the problem but. The notes to votes ratio bugs the crap out of me.
So many of you are silent readers. Like you have the liver... The gall to vote, to request works, and then show writers zero support.
At least reblog for reach, drum up interest, let them know their work is loved and anticipated and worth the effort, or throw in a like, like idk... A lot of you voting and not interacting are the same people who read and indulge yourselves and don't thank the writers for carrying the fandom one post at a time. That's why fandom feels dead because theirs a serious morale deficit y'all.
Maybe it's not that deep but it feels so weird to me. I don't ALWAYS reblog things I liked because I try to keep my moots in mind, but a little love goes along way.
This screenshot is from an @arcane-vagabond poll I'm 99%
Be decent. Replenish where you consumed.
And be gracious to writers...TODAY!
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note this came to me in a dream. i die for a steve thats a little toxic and i think you can tell LOL. this is shortttt but i like it sooo idgaf. steve rogers loves overstim gang wya!
♱ ‧₊˚ “c’mon, baby, legs up..” a gentle hand runs across the back of your thighs, gripping the flesh gently so as to spread them apart again. you’re reeling, head lolled to the side with exhaustion as steve rogers attempts to sweet talk you into another round. content warning overstimulation, dubcon if you squint i think.
a low groan rumbles in your chest, weak as his hand begins the massage the soreness that stings your thighs. he nudges his hips forward a bit, a boyish plea with a dopey smile that made it hard for your disoriented mind to say no. he nods his head despite the tired groan you let out, goading you in and succeeding when he glides his leaking cock along your slit, praising you gently as your legs fall apart for him yet again.
when he slides in again, slow and careful, a choked whine rings in your throat. he makes no effort to console you, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he massages himself down to the hilt. you can see him smiling through your lashes, eyes locked on the space you meet, hips working himself deeper so he can massage that spot that gets you babbling. it works, and he drops himself to cage you under him, voice a deep hush when he speaks to you.
“feels good, right? you feeling good?”
“mhm..”
“gettin’ wet again for me?”
“mm— yeah.”
he lands a small slap to one of your tits, thrusts quickening, “that’s a good fucking girl.” the praise gets you going, you’re overstimulated and overwhelmed and your mouth runs a mile a minute as you try to cope with the feeling. nothing coherent escapes you, too consumed by the way he was making you feel. steve doesnt curse much, not at all, so you can tell he’s worked up. he had a tendency to get lost in the sex with you. it was neverending, he’d keep you going until you couldn’t anymore and then push himself to the limit. you didnt bother question his ways of handling stress.
you hear him whimper in a manner that was almost melodic, etched with a twinge of pain you knew he loved. his breaths were ragged, heavy and blunt as he angled himself into you, hitting that same spot inside of you repeatedly. the feeling rips all sound out of you, chest squeezing as your breath catches in your throat and you claw at his thick arm. he throws a small speak your way, too occupied with himself to pay attention to you, and you choke out a disjointed sentence.
“gotta— gotta tell you some’n,” you manage, and he smiles as he wraps a hand around your throat, leaning himself over you as he continues to pound, and pound, and pound into your aching hole. “you don’t have shit to tell me. take it.” it sends you into a frenzy, your orgasm hitting like lightning and your body slumps under the pressure of it. stray tears of pleasure slip onto your cheeks and he cranes his neck to lick them off as they drip onto your jawline. he moans now, unashamed, finally satisfied by the ache in his bones and the shaking of his thighs. you pulse helplessly around him, milking his own orgasm out from him yet again and he succumbs to the feeling, hips halting with a slam as he releases another load into you. he’s still for a moment, and then moves again, ignoring your cries as he watches himself leak out of you and settle in a ring around his cock. he’s mesmerized by it, eyes half-lidded as he focuses on the ways your hips involuntarily stutter against him. needy is what he thought of it, and it was almost enough to convince him that you could take one more. but he knew better, and so he stayed inside you for a moment, letting you feel every twitch and throb of himself so you knew he was satisfied.
when he pulls out, finally, he drops himself gently on top of you, a sore arm wrapping along your torso and rolling you over onto his side. he presses a kiss to your temple, and you stir.
“where’re you going?” he grovels, slightly annoyed at the loss of warmth— but his brows perk as he watches you crawl between his legs, settling yourself between them.
“‘know you want more, capt’n. wanna give you more.” steve was an honorable man, a man with respect— but even he couldn’t resist taking advantage of the offer you’ve laid out to him despite your current state. it only made him harder to see you so eager to give him what he craved despite being so worn out. who was he to deny you, anyway? when your lips wrap around the head of his cock, he lets himself sink into the mattress.
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"English isn't my-"
Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with
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I AM SICK AND FUCKING TIRED OF ONLY SEEING SMUT WHEN I WANT TO READ FOR A PLUS SIZE READER I WANNA SEE THE SAME FLUFFY ROMANCY SHIT I SEE FOR SKINNY PETITE BITCHES
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"i could fix him" "i could make him worse" i could put him in really uncomfortable situations that are literally normal to everyone else but torture to his unsociable and unaffectionate ass.
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Steve Rogers Masterlist
Posts with (*) denotes to the imagine/drabble containing smut
Ask me to be tagged in future works
Continuar lendo
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Steve Rogers Masterlist
+ Morphine and Throwing Knives - steve gives you a helping hand after an injury.
+ Silence Is an Avengers Best Friend - you give steve the silent treatment after an issue on a mission.
+ Summer In Brooklyn - Part Two
+ Follow You - you disappear after the fight against ultron, leaving both you and steve heartbroken.
+ Siren - steve shows the team videos from your past.
+ The Coffee Shop Sketcher - steve receives portraits of himself after every visit to his favourite coffee shop.
+ Stay Too Long - trouble just seems to follow steve wherever he goes - based off of the song ‘Stay Too Long’ by Plan B.
+ Heaven Knows I’ll Hold You - steve holds you together when you begin to fall.
+ How Dare You - Part Two
+ Heartbreak Hotel - you and steve have checked into the heartbreak hotel
+ Who You Gonna Call? - steve has never understood halloween but after attending the annual stark halloween party, it becomes his favourite holiday.
+ Adore (series) - in which a humble boy from brooklyn learns what it means to adore someone.
+ Between Walls (series) - nobody expected captain america himself to stroll into the raft, chains binding his wrists and ankles with a muzzle over this mouth but then again, stranger things have happened.
+ Hold Me Close, Don’t Let Go - an angry super soldier and a pissed off avenger makes a whole lot of trouble.
+ The One That Got Away / Part Two - half of the universe is gone and steve’s whole heart went with it.
+ Heaven’s Gate - born in blood, raised in fire and bent into a mold that was never meant for a human.
+ No Sleep Til Brooklyn - dating a hot-shot lawyer is all fun and games until he brings his work home.
+ Honey Sweet - it’s always tough when steve leaves for work but luckily you and bucky are just a facetime call away.
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me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???
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be mindful of why you're on tumblr to read fanfics readers, u see how i don't post hateful comments on other writers' works, cause that's very inconsiderate and not cutesy. instead, if i don't like the fic i simply stop reading it and move on to read another fic that i'll like, very demure, very respectful, very approachable. let's be mindful 🙄
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handyman!rafe cleaning himself up when he finally asks you out but he’s still a nasty little freak watching you happily showering for your date from the cameras he set up 🤭 and when he sees you spread your legs to trim yourself his cock swells in his jeans and he groans to himself “yeah baby get yourself ready f’me… waited so long to fuck that little pussy real good”
pairing: handyman!rafe x reader
warnings: icky/sleazy behavior, hidden camera, rafe watching reader get ready for their date, mention of male masturbation, 18+ mdni
after almost a month of the two of you tip-toeing around each other, rafe decided he’d had enough. he wouldn’t wait any longer; he had to have you. he found himself at your apartment more often, not that you mind. you enjoyed his company; your small crush on the tall blonde only increased the more he was around, and it didn’t help that he was nice to look at.
he had just finished fixing the shower head in your bathroom when he finally decided to ask you out. your reaction, how your face flushed, and how you stuttered when you said yes were etched into his brain.
as soon as he left, you couldn’t help but squeal in excitement before panicking because you hadn’t been on a date in so long. you practically ran to your closet, skimming through various articles of clothing, trying to figure out what to wear. you were thankful he couldn’t see your reaction, at least, that’s what you thought, not knowing that he could see your reaction from the camera he had hidden in your room weeks ago.
he watched as you looked in the mirror, trying on several outfits and huffing when you didn’t think it was good enough to wear. rafe didn’t care what you wore; he knew you’d look good in anything, but he would admit that watching you freak out and try to find the perfect outfit was fun. he liked that you were nervous, trying to find an outfit– you wanted to look perfect for him.
when you were finally content and settled on an outfit, you walked into your bathroom, turning the water on to warm up as you undressed. rafe looked at his phone screen, watching as you stepped into the shower and started lathering your body with the strawberry-scented body wash he’d grown to love.
he chuckled when he heard you humming a song to yourself, his cock starting to harden as he watched the water trickle down your body, washing away the soap suds. he stared at his phone, seeing you grab your razor and shaving cream, “shit,” rafe rasped, sitting up further on his bed when you propped your leg on the shower ledge, spreading your legs.
rafe let out a groan at the realization of what you were doing, licking his lips when you spread your legs more as you started to shave. his hand moved to palm his cock through his jeans, “good girl, that’s it baby, get yourself ready f’me”.
his palm worked his cock as he sped his movements, the friction from the denim pulling a moan from his lips, “fuck, been waitin’ so long to fuck that sweet little pussy real good, can’t fuckin’ wait to make you my good little cockwhore tonight”.
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MISS YOU — rafe cameron (smut, angst, nsfw)
pairing; ex-boyfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader summary: years after your breakup, rafe cameron crawls back into your life when he realises that you might have started moving on. a/n: omg this was so long i think i got carried away warnings: smut 18+, a LOT of angst, mdni, fingering, oral (f receiving), name calling, unprotected sex.
He does not knock.
Rafe Cameron barges into your dimly lit apartment instead of knocking the door and allowing you to let him in. He walks right past you, ignoring the frown on your face, and collapses down on your couch.
His shoulders are relaxed, arms stretched out along the back of the couch as he settles in and looks around your apartment.
His blue eyes are dart everywhere, but they don’t meet yours. His veiny hands are tapping away on his thighs—the same hands that used to envelope yours perfectly.
His blonde hair is longer than it was when you two were together—they're curling over his forehead. The length is almost too long, it makes him look shaggy, and yet it suits him nevertheless.
Your fists clench. Suddenly, the warmth of your home has vanished because of his presence.
"Are you going to stand there all night?" His voice is raspy and rough, almost as if he had just woken up, but you can tell from his red eyes and the dark circles underneath that he hasn't slept a wink.
"What do you want, Rafe?"
He finally turns his gaze to you, and the sight makes your knees go weak. You want to sit down next to him and bury your head into his chest, but you know that can't happen anymore.
He stands up, making you take a step back. You don't miss the hurt look in his eyes, but he hides it quickly and walks towards you.
The light coming out of the television playing in the background illuminates Rafe's face, his jawline sharp and his lips pulled in a soft frown.
He walks past you, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
"What the hell?" You murmur, following him as he walks towards the kitchen.
He halts to a stop and you stand behind him, feeling like a mouse in his tall presence. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He rolls his eyes and turns around to face you. His eyes stare into yours, resulting in the formation of a lump in your throat as your eyes meet for the first time in years.
“Who is he?” Rafe asks bitterly, his eyes not leaving your face. “The guy you were with yesterday at the Golf Club. Even better, where is he?"
Yesterday, your date made a reservation at the Golf Club for your first date, and the smug part of you had wished the Rafe saw the two of you together—which he apparently did.
You had a good time with the boy. He even dropped you off to your house afterwards. He was sweet, polite and soft-spoken. The complete opposite of your ex-boyfriend.
"Rafe, leave."
He scoffs, running his tongue along his inner-cheek. His eyes still burn into yours.
He brings a cold finger to your face and the metal of his ring faintly touches your cheek. You suck in a deep breath as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
You look away from him, unable to stand the intensity of his eyes. You know what he wants, and you won't allow yourself to give in to him.
Almost turning away, you feel him grab your face and force you to look at him. He's staring down at you in a way that makes your heart dip.
You can't believe you used to know this man, can't believe you shared the same bed with him and loved him so unconditionally.
His eyes drop down to your lips, and then back up to your eyes. "Kiss me."
It's your turn to scoff. You try to pry his hand off your face, but he doesn't bulge. He simply leans his face closer to yours, the faint smell of alcohol and cigarettes enveloping your nose.
"Don't tell me that you don't miss it," his thumb moves against your cheek. "I've thought about you every night since the day we broke up. You know, you're the only thing that stays on my mind."
"Rafe—"
"No," his jaw is clenched. "Let me finish, alright? I-I can't eat, I can't sleep. I'm fucking useless without you. I need you."
You push his chest away from you. "And whose fault is that, huh?"
"Please," his voice cracks. "Baby, please."
"Oh my god, just-just stop this, okay? Rafe, you didn't even remember our anniversary! The whole day you were getting high with B-"
"I don't care!" He shouts, interrupting you. "I don't care, okay? I just need you, and you need me too! Tell me you don't miss me and I'll leave."
You sigh, rubbing your face. You want to yell at him, but his presence and words make you weak.
He knows that he has an effect on you. He knows how easily he can manipulate you and bend you to his will.
But you gather yourself. You shake your head and seethe through your teeth, "Go fuck yourself, Rafe. Get out, right now. Or I swear to god, I will call the police."
He chuckles lowly. "And tell them what, baby? That Rafe Cameron came into your house and refused to leave? Please, call the police. It'll just make things easier."
"Get. Out." You point towards the door. "Go back to her, Rafe. The bimbo who's always on your arm."
He groans, his voice low and guttural. "She's not you, okay? She doesn't fucking get me. Only you do."
"You're a piece of shit."
He takes a step closer to you, if that was even possible.
"I'm a piece of shit? Do you hear yourself?" He's towering over you. His hands are gripping your arms.
You push his chest again and step back, only to bump into the wall behind.
He, too, takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. He laughs and looks down at his feet. "Fine. You wanna play this game, huh?"
He starts walking towards you, and suddenly your feet are glued to the floor.
You feel his warmth against your body before his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Your bodies are pressed against each other's.
You feel him run a finger down the length of your jaw.
You try to fight back the urge to moan at his touch. You want to push him away, but his touch makes you melt. It's been too long. Too long since he's been this close.
"Fuck you." You say, and your shaky voice doesn't go unnoticed by him. "And let go of me."
He ignores you.
He presses his forehead against yours, and your breath hitches in your throat.
You can't stop thinking about how much you want his lips on yours. How much you want him to not listen to your complaints and just fucking kiss you.
His breath hits your lips as his eyes search your face. "Tell me you don't miss me. Tell me you don't miss this," He whispers, his right-hand snaking up your body until it's resting right below your breast.
"I'll leave right now," he says, "and never come back. We can go our separate ways and live the rest of our lives separately. And then, ten years from now, you'll be at a children’s park and you'll see me and think, 'Wow. Rafe Cameron is hot.'"
"I-"
"Or," he pauses, his hand sliding down to your ass. "You can just stop being in denial and admit that you need me just as much as I need you."
His grip on you is tight, and his blue eyes are boring into yours. His breathing has quickened, and so has yours.
His face is mere centimetres away from yours at this point, and his eyes are digging holes in you. You feel his erection against your thigh, and the knowledge that he's aroused makes your brain go haywire.
"Say you fucking want me. I'm yours, alright? Just fucking say it." He's so close to you that you can taste his breathe.
You're at war with yourself. A part of you is screaming to kick him out, but the other part wants him to stay.
His grip on you tightens.
"I hate you." You murmur.
And then his lips are on yours.
The kiss isn’t soft and loving. It's harsh and needy, but it feels so right.
All protests, all thoughts and all the mixed feelings die down when he shifts his hand to your throat and squeezes it. With his other hand, he pulls up your thigh to his waist.
Your lips move together sloppily, his tongue darting into your mouth.
You feel him lift you up and walk over to your bedroom, his grip on you never loosening.
Your arms wrap around his neck, his tongue moves against yours, and all the feelings make you moan against his lips.
He breaks the kiss and pushes the door open with his foot, the dim light in the room allowing you to see the outline of his face.
He's breathing heavily. His eyes are dark with lust and his pupils are dilated.
You don't know what's gotten into him. Maybe the years apart have driven him crazy. But all that doesn't matter because right now he's kissing you like it's the end of the world, and you're letting him.
Your lips collide together again, and this time, it's different. It's more passionate and slow, and he kisses you in a way no one has ever kissed you before.
He lays you down on the bed and crawls on top of you.
You expect him to take control and dominate, but instead, he rests his head against the crook of your neck, his breathing hot on your skin.
"I'm so fucking sorry. I'm so sorry." He whispers as he kisses the side of your neck.
You're speechless. Your brain is telling you to shove him off, but your heart and body are telling you something else.
The lump in your throat has returned, and your eyes are starting to burn.
But before you can say anything in response, he rushes back to your lips, and you lose yourself in him.
His lips move hungrily against yours. You can taste the saltiness of his tears, and the thought of Rafe Cameron crying makes the knot in your stomach tighten.
His hips are pressed firmly against yours, his erection digging into your inner thigh.
The kiss is passionate, but there's a hint of possessiveness in the way he grips the side of your face.
His hand trails down your body, his fingertips roughly pushing against the fabric of your shirt making you whimper.
"I missed you so much, baby." He whispers.
Then he's sucking your lips, nibbling, and kissing. He's all over you.
Your hands tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lifts himself off of you, straddling you as he helps you pull his shirt off.
He's still the same; toned, sculpted, and ripped. You can't help but stare.
You run your fingers down his chest, and your eyes shut.
He's beautiful, and you've missed him so much.
He starts trailing kisses down your neck, sucking and leaving dark marks.
You moan breathily when he sucks on the sweet spot beneath your ear.
You were supposed to stand your ground, but fuck, you need him. You need him the same way you did when he first made love to you.
"Rafe," your voice comes out breathy, "I want you."
His hand is on your stomach, moving upward. He pulls his head back, and you see the desperation in his eyes.
"Fuck, say it again," he kisses the tip of your nose. "Tell me that you're mine."
"I'm yours." You shakily murmur. "Only yours."
He only groans in response. His lips capture yours again, making a gasp come out of your mouth—which he greedily swallows.
A piteous whimper slips past your lips when you feel your wetness coating your panties and rubbing against Rafe's pants.
But he still doesn't do anything to relieve the ache between your thighs. You buck your hips discreetly to grind against his covered dick, but he simply slaps your thigh, making you yelp.
He positions himself in between your legs, both of your parts still clothed; the fabric against your wet skin making you whimper.
You moan, grasping his bicep when his fingers trace along your underwear teasingly.
"Does he make you this wet?" He asks before pulling your underwear off and running his fingers past your exposed clit.
Your brain is so fucked up that silence is your only answer.
“Answer me or I swear to fucking God I'll leave you like this,” he says, slapping your thigh and making you gasp.
Furrowing your eyebrows, you reply annoyedly, "Just fucking-"
Suddenly, all heat disappears from above you. Your eyes snap open. The sight of Rafe clenching his jaw and pulling himself away from you makes you hurriedly reach out for him.
You stutter, “Wait-wait, wait, Rafe, baby, please.”
You tug at his arm, pulling him back down on top of you.
"I need you. Please. Please just fuck me."
"You're so pathetic." He chuckles, clicking his tongue before his hands are taking his shirt off, followed by your shirt being thrown somewhere in the room.
He diverts his attention to your tits, trailing wet kisses on each of them. You let out a satisfactory sigh as he continues wrapping and unwrapping his lips around your nipples.
He goes further down and presses kisses along your stomach.
Before you can react, he buries his face between your thighs. Your back arches, a hand on his soft hair as the other grips the pillow next to you, “Oh, fuck."
He practically devours you, looking up every two seconds to meet your blown eyes. He pushes your legs up, making them almost touch your shoulders. You gasp, tightening your grip on his hair as he continues to eat you out.
Your hands are everywhere, trying to hold anything that can make the storm in your stomach calmer.
Rafe slowly releases his tight grip on your legs before sliding his fingers into you. Your eyes squeeze shut.
Your hips slightly buck upwards, but Rafe shoves you down with his free hand.
His fingers are thrusting into you at a brutal pace, his tongue doing wonders right along them.
He detaches his lips off your pussy, but his fingers are still in you.
"Does he-does he touch you as good as I do? Does he make you as wet as I do?" Rafe asks as he leans over you. The hand that had shoved you down is now wrapped around your throat as he presses, making you choke. "No, he fucking doesn't. Only I make you feel this good, yeah?"
He doesn't expect you to say something because he knows that he's saying the truth. He’s the only person who can turn you into a mess.
"Oh my god, Rafe, right there." You moan as he curls his fingers deeper into you.
"Answer me, does he fuck you up as good as I do?"
You roll your eyes at the question he's asking for the nth time now, "Yeah, yeah he does." You reply absent-mindedly.
"What the fuck?" He exclaims, immediately pulling his fingers out of you. He pushes his fingers into your mouth, so deep that it makes you gag.
"You know what, I'll fucking treat you like a whore." He says, his fingers still deep in your mouth. "I thought I'd be nice to you after all these years, but you always have to be a bitch, don't you?"
With one hand, he clumsily pulls off his pants and underwear.
You moan as you feel him drag the tip of his cock over your pussy. He teasingly does so for a few more seconds before meeting your eyes and smirking at you.
"I'm going to fucking ruin you." He mumbles. "Show your boyfriend the bruises I give you, alright?"
And when he pushes his dick in, he makes sure to look down at how your walls envelope him perfectly even after all these years.
"Oh, holy fucking shit." You gasp when his hips thrust forward and go deeper into you.
Rafe drops his head on your shoulder as he sets a pace. "I fucking missed this. I missed fucking you- oh shit." He breathes into your shoulder.
Your eyes roll back into your head, your body budding with the pleasure his thrusts give you.
"Right there." You breathe.
"You never learn, do you?" He says. Swiftly, Rafe pulls out of you and flips you over so that you're on your stomach. "You're a whore. But only mine, baby."
Then he harshly thrusts back into you, making a pathetic moan leave your lips. His hands grip your waist as he pounds into you.
He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you flush into his sweaty chest, tipping your head up to pull you into a messy kiss. Your teeth and tongues clash uncomfortably, but neither of you give a fuck.
His lips detach from yours, and he buries his forehead into the back of your neck.
"You're squeezing me the fuck out," He moans out.
The new position makes you moan, your hands shifting from being vacant to grabbing your tits as he pushes himself deeper and deeper into you.
The sight of you touching yourself results in Rafe letting out a loud groan. His hand leaves your hair and slides down the front of your body to rub your clit.
The new fervour makes your legs shudder, "Fuck, I'm close." You mumble, leaning your head on his shoulder.
He nods frantically—having waited for this moment for years now.
"Cum for me, yeah. Cum all over me, baby. Need you." Rafe breathes out, thrusting harder into you.
In response, your back arches with a high. A loud moan escaping your lips and white dots blurring your vision as you release all over him.
Rafe fucks you through your orgasm—chasing his own with wild thrusts. “Oh, fuck, fuck."
You can feel his high approaching as he grips you tighter. He thrusts into you harshly, desperate for his release.
He throws his head back with a loud groan and a long string of curses when his hips falter and he's covering your insides with his cum.
The two of you are a gasping mess when you lay down on the bed.
You both stay there for moment, breathing in each other's scent. He traces your body, as if to memorise every inch.
When Rafe pulls away from you, it's like he's pulling your heart out too.
Because you know that this was just another night for him.
When Rafe cleans you up and covers you up with a blanket, he fails to cover the ache of your heart.
Because you know that the bed he'll be returning to won't be yours; but the other woman's.
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