#dbf rafe

[erwinsvow]

dad’s best friend rafe save meeee!!!!

[dark-fics-4-you]

Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

��Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

[princessbrunette]

i want to suck on dbf rafe’s fingers. respectfully ofc

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thank god for the lock on your bedroom door.

if you hadn’t had one, your dads voice yelling out “sweetheart, i’m home!” might have startled you into a heart attack whilst you bounce on rafe cameron’s dick in your girly pink bedroom.

he jolts up beneath you, an adorably frightened look on his face as you both momentarily freeze. you clear your throat, placing a hand on rafe’s chest before yelling out “okay dad!” and immediately continuing to roll your hips.

“shit, thought you said he wasn’t coming home huh?” rafe mutters quietly with his teeth grit, trying to hold himself together and push aside the anxiety of being caught so he could get his nut. he did come all this way after all, now laying mostly naked on your bed balls-deep in his bosses daughter — so it was a little too late for sensible thinking.

“are you scared of getting caught?” you giggle, laying your hand over his and guiding it to run up your soft naked body as you ride him. he shudders, the irritation melting off his face just a little.

“you should be scared.” he shakes his head, leaning fully back against the stacked pillows once more.

“m’not.” you whimper quietly, before a mischievous smile possesses you. you moan loudly and his eyes that were on the verge of fluttering closed snap open. with each loud and obvious moan, you release a giggle like you knew what you were doing. the last straw was when you moaned his name.

“hey, hey shut up kid.” he grapples you a little, one hand holding the back of your head and the other placed firmly over your mouth. you slow your grinding to stare at him sweetly as you both catch your breath — rafe through his mouth and you shakily through your nose. “alright?”

you nod, and the hand on the back of your head slides down, resting on your hip once more encouraging you to continue riding him. you do so, and the hand over your mouth starts to let up too, until his fingers are ghosting over your lips effortlessly. in a haze of pleasure, you duck down — catching the tip of his pointer with your pink wet tongue, before sucking it into your mouth, letting out a little hum.

“shhhhit.” he whispers as he watches you, taking the initiative to add another finger past your lips. “yeah… you like that huh? that shut you up?”

“mhm’ueyes” your answer comes out whiny and garbled around his thick digits and he immediately pulls them out to give your cheek a wet little slap.

“hm? speak up.”

“yes daddy.” you mewl and he licks his lips, eyes subconsciously jumping to the door for a millisecond.

“yeah… yeah damn right… i’m your fuckin’ daddy.” he hums before stuffing his fingers back in.

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[starkeysprincess]

https://www.tumblr.com/starkeysprincess/764997742249541632/httpswwwtumblrcomstarkeysprincess76499712167?source=share

right and like readers parents dont know whats going on between them so they trust rafe the most so every time readers going to the doctor. rafes always her doctor. ohoh and when he does a little (a lot) more then js a pelvic exam😣

warnings: dbf!doctor!rafe, inspection kink, fingering, reader is 18+, CNC — this is ALL consensual

your parents, especially your dad, trusts rafe, why wouldn’t he? after all, he is his best friend.

when you first went to him for a pelvic exam, you were fidgeting, your leg bouncing up and down out of nervousness. sure, you knew you could trust him, he was a family friend, but that didn’t ease your anxiety at the fact you’d be sprawled out with your legs spread open and he’d be between them.

“hey, relax, s’just me. you’re in good hands, i promise,” rafe reassured, his thumbs rubbing your calves soothingly.

you relaxed your body as he gently spread your pussy open. rafe runs his gloved fingers along your folds, coating them with your slick, pulling a gasp from your soft lips when he inserts his thick digits into your tight hole.

"see, s'not so bad" he murmured, pushing his fingers further. rafe moved his fingers slowly, his free hand grasping at your hip to stop you from squirming, "can't do my job if you keep squirming, sweet girl".

you usher an apology, keeping yourself still as he moves his fingers again, only to furrow your eyebrows when he pulls his gloved fingers out of your cunt.

"can't examine you properly; my gloves are gettin' in the way. 'm gonna have to feel you raw" rafe rasps, "is that okay?".

you nodded, not questioning him, considering he's a doctor and he knows what's best.

rafe removed his gloves, tossing them into the trash nearby before moving his fingers to trace along your bare cunt. his eyes flickered to your face, almost as if studying your facial expressions as he pushed his fingers back into your soaked cunt.

your breath hitched in your throat when he pumped his fingers in and out of you. his free hand slides up your hip to your lower belly, firmly pressing down as he curls his fingers against your cervix.

"there you go, you're doing such a good job," he praised, watching you suck your plump bottom lip between your teeth, your face contorting in pleasure. his tongue swipes across his lip, his thumb moving to circle your clit.

his cock stiffens, holding back a groan as he feels your pussy soaking his fingers. his hand slipping from your belly to palm himself through his pants, "think 'm gonna need to examine a little more".

[greengoblinswifey]

Swim

summary— your dad’s best friend accompanies your family on a trip to California and things take an unexpected turn.

pairing— dad’s best friend!rafe x fem!reader

warnings— age gap(rafe is 40, reader is 20), unprotected sex, creampie, choking, ass slapping, degrading kink, praise kink, daddy kink, face fucking, fingering, reader is referred to as little girl by rafe a few times.

The sun glistened off the California shoreline, warm against your deep skin tone as you strutted along the beach in your skimpy black thong bikini. The ocean breeze felt good, and you were aware of the heads turning as a few boys nearby tried to catch your attention, throwing casual compliments your way. Your dad noticed and frowned from his chair, clearly uncomfortable with what you were wearing.

“She’s still your little girl, man, but she’s not a little girl anymore,” Rafe Cameron, your dad’s best friend’s voice cut through the air, smooth and relaxed. He sat next to your dad, sunglasses on, trying to look nonchalant. But you caught him staring, his eyes roamed your body, lingering just a bit too long on your curves. You bit your lip, pretending not to notice, but you could feel his gaze burning into you.

“Still, that bikini’s a bit much, don’t you think?” your dad muttered, flipping his book shut and shaking his head.

Rafe chuckled lowly. “She’s twenty, dude. You can’t control what she wears forever. And trust me, plenty of girls her age wear less.” He was trying to sound casual, but you didn’t miss the way his voice dipped, almost possessive. You smirked to yourself, knowing full well you’d caught his eye. The man you’d be pining after for as long as you could remember.

Your dad sighed, grumbling under his breath as he pulled his sun hat lower and reclined back, clearly defeated. Rafe’s eyes were still on you as your mom walked over to rub sunscreen on your dad’s shoulders. With your dad’s attention elsewhere, you decided to push the boundaries.

You walked over to where Rafe was sitting, your hips swaying slightly as you approached. “You two used to swim a lot back in Kildare, right?” you asked innocently, tilting your head as you looked at him. “Wanna join me for a swim, Rafe?”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, we did. And you’re right, I could use a dip.” He stood up, tall and broad, and pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned chest. Your stomach tightened just watching him, the tension between you thick and undeniable.

You both glided into the cool water, and you felt his large hand subtly rest on your lower back as you moved deeper into the waves. Every little touch sending a pulse of heat through your body. As you floated in the water, one of the boys who had been hitting on you earlier passed by, smirking.

“I didn’t peg you for the caregiver type,” he sneered, glancing from you to Rafe with a raised brow.

Before Rafe could say something snarky, you cut in, your voice dripping with confidence. “I like my men older, and more experienced.” You met the boy’s eyes with a smirk. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Rafe let out a low chuckle beside you, clearly pleased. “Damn right, she does,” he muttered under his breath, his grip on your waist tightening slightly.

You swam a bit deeper, away from prying eyes, and Rafe stayed close, his hands accidentally grazing your ass as he floated you. You could feel him stealing glances at your chest, your perky breasts barely covered by your bikini top. The air between you two sizzled.

“Oops,” Rafe said with a teasing grin as his fingers brushed over your ass again. You knew it wasn’t an accident, but the thrill of it all only made your heart race faster.

“Careful, Rafe,” you teased, meeting his gaze with a mischievous glint. “Wouldn’t want to give anyone the wrong idea, would we?”

He laughed softly, his voice deep. “Not unless you want me to.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, the heat between you two growing. He floated closer, his body brushing against yours, and you could feel the tension crackling in the space between you.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you, don’t you?” he murmured, his eyes flicking from your lips to your body.

“You seem to like it,” you said back, feeling bolder with each word. His eyes darkened, his hand slipping down to your hip, his fingers skimming the edge of your bikini bottom.

“Maybe I do,” he admitted, his voice husky. I’d like to fuck it, was what he wanted to say. You floated closer to him, your chest nearly brushing his as the waves gently rocked you together.

He leaned in just a little, his lips hovering near your ear. “Keep teasing me like that, and we’ll see what happens.”

You smirked, biting your lip. “Promise?”

Rafe grinned wickedly, but before he could say anything more, the sound of your family calling broke the moment. You both pulled away, but the heat between you lingered as you returned to the shore, his eyes never leaving your body.

Rafe quickly straightened up as your mom called out from the shore, waving you both over. “Dinner time!” she yelled, gesturing to the towels where your dad and brother were already sitting, towels wrapped around them.

You exchanged a quick look with Rafe before nodding and heading toward the shore. The air between you two still buzzed with everything that had happened in the water, but you both played it cool, keeping some distance now as you approached your family.

“Fun swim?” your dad asked, raising an eyebrow as he glanced between you and Rafe, though his tone was light.

“Yeah, it was great,” you replied, flashing a smile as you grabbed your towel to dry off.

Rafe casually plopped down next to your dad, pulling a beer from the cooler. “Like old times,” he said, clinking his bottle against your dad's, his tone easy, though his eyes briefly flicked over to you as you settled on the towel across from them.

As everyone settled into conversation and dinner, you couldn’t help but steal glances at Rafe. He looked relaxed, chatting with your dad like nothing was out of the ordinary, but you noticed the way his gaze lingered on you when he thought no one was watching. That same electricity sparked every time your eyes met, and you found yourself playing with the hem of your bikini absentmindedly, your thoughts drifting back to the water.

After dinner, the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the beach. Your little brother and parents decided to go for a sunset walk along the shore, leaving you and Rafe behind at the towels.

“Want another swim before they get back?” Rafe asked, his voice low as he stood, extending a hand toward you.

You hesitated for a moment, glancing in the direction of your family as they walked off, before nodding and taking his hand. “Why not?” you said, your pulse quickening as he pulled you to your feet.

You both glided back into the water, the cool ocean now contrasting with the lingering heat between you. This time, when his hand brushed your lower back, there was no mistaking the intent. You turned to face him, your bodies close again, the space between you disappearing just like before.

Rafe leaned in, his lips close to your ear as he whispered, “Thought about what you said earlier, about liking older, more experienced men.”

You smirked, looking up at him through your lashes. “Still thinking about that, huh?”

He chuckled, his hand sliding down to your waist. “Hard to forget when you're parading around in that little bikini, little girl.”

You felt your heart race, the playful banter quickly turning into something more as his hand slipped lower, his fingers grazing the curve of your ass. “Rafe-” you started, but the warning in your voice was half-hearted at best.

“I can stop," he murmured, though his hands stayed where they were, "but I don’t think you want me to.”

You didn’t respond with words, but the way you pressed your body closer to his was answer enough.

Rafe pulled back slightly, his eyes searching yours as the waves lapped around your legs. “We should head back,” he said, though there was a hesitant note in his voice that didn’t quite match the determination in his gaze. “This is wrong.”

“Yeah, but you’re not known for doing the right thing, are you?” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled. “No, I’m not,” he admitted, leaning closer. “You can stop this right now, you know? I won’t push you.” His gaze locked onto yours, searching for any sign of uncertainty.

You didn’t want to stop. Instead, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer as you whispered, “I don’t want to stop.”

His hands moved to your ass, squeezing as he captured your lips with his. The kiss deepened, filled with urgency, as the ocean swirled around you both. Rafe broke the kiss, his breath hot against your cheek. “Use your words.”

You swallowed hard, looking into his eyes. “I want this, Rafe. I want you.”

His signature smirk appeared, the corners of his mouth curling up. “Then let’s go.”

You pulled out your phone, quickly texting your brother to cover for you. With a rush of adrenaline, you followed Rafe as he led you back to his hotel room, the weight of what you were about to do hanging in the air like a charged storm.

Once inside, the door clicked shut behind you, and Rafe turned to you, his expression a mix of mischief and desire. “We can take this slow if you want,” he said, but the way he looked at you told you he wasn’t sure he could handle that.

You didn’t want slow. You stepped into the bathroom, your heart racing as you took a deep breath. “Let’s shower,” you said, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions.

Rafe followed, his eyes darkening with hunger as he watched you. You turned your back to him and slowly peeled off your bikini. You glanced back at him, and you could see the awe in his eyes. “Wow,” he breathed, taking a step closer. “You’ve grown up, haven’t you?”

You smirked, biting your lip at the way he looked at you like you were a masterpiece. He slipped off his swim trunks, revealing himself, and you gasped at how impressive he was. “Wow,” you muttered, your heart racing.

Rafe stepped into the shower, the warm water cascading over both of you. He pulled you against him, his hands exploring your body as you gasped at the sensation of the water mixing with his touch.

As the water poured over you, he slid his fingers down to your pussy, finding you already eager and soaked. You moaned softly as he teased you, his other hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head spin.

You moaned again, the heat pooling low in your belly. “Daddy,” you whined, feeling a rush of thrill at how wrong this all was.

“Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “Calling me daddy when your real daddy is probably wondering where you are.” He smirked, clearly enjoying your submission. He shifted his grip, and you felt the intensity of his fingers as they curled inside you finding that sweet spot. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could hardly catch your breath.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and gravelly. He continued teasing you, his movements becoming more urgent.

You could feel yourself on the edge, his relentless movements pushing you closer to ecstasy. Every touch sent shockwaves through you, and all you could do was surrender to the pleasure as you felt yourself about to explode.

“Do it, cum for daddy, sweet girl,” he ordered and as he did, you felt yourself let go on his fingers. Your moans filled the bathroom but were masked by the sound of the shower.

“That’s it, that’s a good little girl.”

You smiled and he finished cleaning you up before you stepped out of the shower and dried yourselves off.

Get on your knees,” he commanded softly as soon as you were out the bathroom, a mix of dominance and lust in his voice.

You looked up at him, heart racing, excitement coursing through you. There was something thrilling about this moment, something you had never experienced before. With a slight nod, you sank to your knees and looked up at him with wide, eager eyes.

Rafe smirked, a dangerous glint in his eyes. “I’m going to use your mouth like a pussy. Just like this.” He stroked your cheek, his thumb grazing your lips. “You ready?”

“Yes daddy,” you breathed, the word slipping out before you could think. You were ready for whatever he had in mind.

He guided you closer, your heart pounding as you felt his presence looming above you. “Just remember,” he said, leaning down so his lips brushed your ear, “you can always tell me to stop.”

You nodded, determination filling you. You wanted this. You wanted him. Fuck telling him to stop.

With that, he held your head firmly, guiding you as he pressed forward. The sensation was overwhelming, and you could feel the heat rising between you. He thrusted harshly, your breath hitching as he filled the space around you.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching you closely, his expression a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “You’re doing so well for your daddy.”

As you adjusted to him, he began to set a rhythm, a harsh pace that filled the hotel room with the sound of muffled breaths and gagging. You could feel his hands in your hair, holding you in place as you surrendered to the moment, feeling exhilarated as he shoved his cock into the back of your throat like there was no tomorrow

“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “So eager, such a perfect slut.”

The air around you was charged, and in that moment, you knew that everything had changed. You were both aware of the boundaries being pushed, the thrill of doing something forbidden igniting a fire within you.

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, and you’re gonna swallow every last drop of my cum yeah?” You said something inaudible with his dick down your throat and he let out a mix between a chuckle and a moan.

“Here it comes slut, open up that fucking throat, yeah, fucking take it, swallow it whore.”

You nodded, parting your lips as you leaned forward, ready to please him. He watched you, eyes dark with desire as you took him in, the heat of the moment consuming you both. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding you as he thrust gently into your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised, his breath hitching as you adjusted to him. “Just like that. Keep going.”

You complied, taking him deeper as he let go, your mouth filled with him. The sensation of him spilling into your mouth was overwhelming, and you didn’t hesitate to swallow every drop, relishing the way he looked at you afterward, part shocked, part completely enthralled.

As you caught your breath, he lifted you up from your knees by your neck, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. He threw you onto the bed, the softness of the sheets contrasting with the intensity of the moment. “If we do this, there’s no going back,” he warned, his voice low and serious. “Your dad would kill me if he found out.”

“I don’t care about that right now,” you replied, your heart racing with excitement and danger. “I only care about the daddy in front of me.”

He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “Is that so?”

“Yeah,” you said, biting your lip. “I want your cock, right here, right now.”

With a low chuckle, he climbed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress. “Then let’s make this count,” he said, locking eyes with you as he prepared to take you further than you ever imagined.

“Please daddy.”

With a swift motion, he captured your wrists, pinning them above your head. “Good,” he said, his lips curling into a devilish smirk. “Then let’s see how much you can take.”

He thrust into you hard, filling you completely in one smooth motion. A gasp escaped your lips as pleasure and pain intertwined, your back arching at the sudden intrusion. Rafe’s breath was hot against your ear as he pressed his weight into you, dominating the space between your bodies.

“Tightest fucking whore pussy I’ve ever had,” he groaned, pulling back and slamming into you again, harder this time. You moaned, feeling the pleasure build with each thrust. “You like that, don’t you?” he taunted, a wicked glint in his eye.

“M-mhm,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Use your words, baby,” he said, his grip on your wrists tightening just enough to remind you who was in control. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels amazing, daddy! Don’t stop!” you cried out, your body responding to his every movement.

He released your wrists, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he picked up the pace. “You’re going to be my little secret, my fucking cock slut, my baby girl,” he growled, his lips brushing against your neck as he left hot kisses along your skin. “No one else gets to see you like this. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else.”

A shiver of excitement raced down your spine at his words. “Yes, please. I want you to ruin me,” you replied breathlessly.

With a primal growl, he increased the intensity, thrusting into you with a relentless rhythm that had your body and the bed shaking. “That’s it, baby. Take it all,” he encouraged, his voice laced with raw hunger.

You could feel the tension building, coiling tighter within you. “I’m so close!” you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

“Cum for me,” he commanded, his hips driving into you with fervor. “Show me how good I make you feel.”

With a final thrust, you shattered, waves of ecstasy crashing over you as you screamed daddy. Rafe followed closely behind, burying himself deep as he filled you, the heat of his release mixing with your own.

He collapsed onto you, both of you panting for breath, your bodies intertwined. “What did I tell you?” he murmured, kissing your forehead softly. “You’re mine now.”

[drewsarms]

ᝰ.ᐟ - 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗐𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 (𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌) @rafeyscurtainbangs 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗂𝖿!!!

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𐙚: 𝖽𝖻𝖿!𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𐙚: 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌: 𝗋𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 “𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏/ 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗂𝖻𝖾𝗌” (𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒) , 18+𝗆𝖽𝗇𝗂

𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾’𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾 8 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗌𝗒. 𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌, 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖾𝗍𝖼. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗌𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁, 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗒𝖺𝗋𝖽.

“𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗯𝗼𝗱𝘆.” 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗐𝖾, 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

“𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼” 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖲𝖾𝗑𝗒. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗍 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗅𝗒. “𝗔𝗿𝗲𝗻’𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗥𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻? 𝗠𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.”

“𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵. 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘄𝗲’𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. 𝗛𝗲’𝘀 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻.” 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗂𝗉. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗏𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾𝖽.

“𝗜- 𝗜 𝘂𝗵 𝘀𝗮𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘀. 𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱. 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀?” 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗂𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗁𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗋𝗍, 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽.

“𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘂𝗽!” 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁. 𝖡𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌. 𝖠 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗂𝗍. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗌 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋.

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈’𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌.

“𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱. 𝗜𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗕𝘆𝗲 𝗠𝗿. 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻!”

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌. 𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗃𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆.

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𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀. 𝖧𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗏 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺�� 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗉𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗌 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖺 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖾𝗐 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾, 𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗄. 𝖠𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝗉𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗌 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒, 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽’𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋, “𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙮! 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙢 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚!” 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽. 𝖮𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖽𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄.

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"do you need anything else, mister cameron?"

the soft-spoken words come from somewhere behind him—and said with such sincerity he's a little taken aback. rafe's been to a million and one of these—events and outings and even smaller, more intimate dinners at home like this one—but the wife of whichever business partner he's entertaining this time has never asked this specific question in this specific way.

you sound young, pretty. it's not surprising—half the men at his work are a walking, talking stereotype with a divorce under the belt and a young girl on their arm, and you must to belong to one of them.

he turns around getting ready to tell you he doesn't need anything, but when he's face to face the sentence seems to evaporate into thin air.

you're not one of them—the wives who plaster on a smile and make small-talk while keeping one eye on the clock. no, rafe is sure that you're not.

he was right about two things at least—you are young, and you are very pretty. you smile sweetly at him, eyes blinking in anticipation of his answer.

his own eyes flicker down, first to your left hand. a breath releases by itself, the relief of not finding a wedding ring or engagement band on your fingers completely evident. then they wander down a little—taking in the hem of your dress which dances above your knees. finally, back to your waiting eyes, a little concern dancing around them.

"mister cameron?" it snaps him out, and rafe clears his throat. his hand tightens around the glass of scotch he's been clutching onto, and any tighter will have it shattering.

"no, no, m'fine, thank you. and it's just rafe, actually. rafe is fine."

your polite smile deepens a little, eyes meeting his own and then looking away quickly. he doesn't need your words to tell him—body language and those pretty eyes are enough for a guy his age to decipher you completely.

you're a little flustered, maybe you weren't expecting his response. now that he thinks back a little, just over the last half-hour he's been here, he's seen you floating around, each time with a drink in your hand, off to deliver it to whichever coworker of his was an asshole enough to make you fetch a drink instead of getting it themselves.

it doesn't make much sense—you're here as a guest too, not a waitress, and you know names before introductions are made, and yet-

"i don't know if my dad would approve of that," you say with a laugh, a sweet, sincere laugh to match all of your other sweetness.

things start clicking—remember the name on the invitation for tonight and the coworker who always talking about his family and then it finally comes back—'my daughter's home from school, so you'll get to meet her.'

"yeah." it comes out quiet.

rafe clears his throat, suddenly feeling a little tight even though he was just fine a moment ago. he takes a sip of scotch while looking back at you, and this time he drags it out. starting from your cute heels to your matching dress, the long expanse of exposed skin in between them. how you play with your hands while talking to him, particularly fiddling with that left ring finger. it just makes him think he should get you something to put on there, something to play with instead of your soft skin.

"yeah, kid. wouldn't wanna make him upset, would we?" the question teeters on the edge of teasing. he doesn't want to be too upfront, doesn't want to make you uncomfortable.

what rafe's failed to recognize is the way your eyes have been glued to him since he walked through the door. how you had to go through a seemingly endless list of your dad's work-friends before you could make your way over to the one you wanted to talk to. and while he's taking in you, you're taking in all of him, staring up at a man who towers over you wondering what exactly is hiding underneath his suit jacket.

"i mean.. he doesn't have to know everything. right, rafe?"

"yeah, kid.." he falters, staring at your expression trying to understand what you're really thinking. you smile back at him brightly, taking a step closer. "right."

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Crying in the Country Club | ch. III

Dark!Rafe Cameron x Dark!Reader

Warnings: domestic abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, strangling, choking, gaslighting, self harm (very, very brief and not a recurring thing), drug use, alcohol, age gap crush, obsessive thoughts, controlling behaviors, kinda baby trapping fantasies

You thought that you were imagining it at first, that your wishful daydreaming was making you see things, but after the fourth time you caught him staring at you, you knew that it couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Stretching out on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, you had chosen a light pink string bikini for the day, one that you had purchased with Rafe in mind. Your matching pink sunglasses helped you watch him without looking too conspicuous.

It wasn’t unusual for Mr. Cameron to do yard work, but considering the balmy heat, you were a bit surprised to see him trimming the grass and pulling up roots as you suntanned.

Much to your delight, he had opted to work shirtless, and you snuck peaks of his sweaty, muscular chest when he was looking away from you.

You were grateful as well that Charlie wasn’t even here today. After your golf game, Rafe had texted you, reminding you that their pool was open anytime you wanted.

Getting that text after such a close time with Mr. Cameron had almost made your heart explode. You were certain he was sending you signals that he was interested.

And with the number of times you had caught him sneaking glimpses of you, just today, you were feeling incredibly confident.

The sun warmed you and you felt a bit sleepy and you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering.

You so desperately wished that he would come up to you as you laid face down on the chair with your bikini top undone and pull off your skimpy bottoms before covering your mouth and stuffing his cock into you.

That thought had you squeezing your thighs together and you wondered if he would be able to tell how wet you were if he looked over at you right now.

Flipping over onto your back, you made sure your tits were covered by your bikini before relaxing. When you looked out across the lawn, you say him staring at you again, but he held your gaze for a few moments this time before turning back to the yard work.

A jolt of pleasure ran up your spine and you felt your bikini bottoms grow slicker when you had met his eyes.

Five times in one day couldn’t have been a coincidence.

Mr. Cameron was checking you out, and that thought alone made you feel so much more attracted to him.

You closed your eyes, wondering if he felt conflicted at all, considering his wife, but given how much time you had spent with them, you struggled to imagine that he had any real attachment to her.

He didn’t understand how much you could offer him, how much you wanted to give to him.

His family was a mess, that was true, but why should that stop you?

Once Rafe understood how much better you were than Rebecca, and how good you could be as the mother of his child, you were sure that he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her for you.

You wanted so badly to give Rafe the family he deserved. Someone who would stay at home while he earned the family money, ready to bend to his every demand. Someone put together enough to handle raising a child that would actually amount to something.

But how could you make him see? Doing chores around his house was a good start. You wanted him to see you stepping up where his wife wouldn’t. And to be honest, you wanted Rebecca to feel threatened by the risk of you taking her place.

Rafe deserved someone who could give him all of the things that he needed in life. Someone who was pretty, young, and submissive to his every desire, completely unlike his current wife.

You despised thinking about the fact that they slept together. You hoped that they hadn’t in a long time since Charlie was born, and based on their attitudes towards each other, you thought that may have been the case.

Why would he even want her when you were so close?

At the sound of his deep voice coming from right beside you made you jump.

“How’s the suntanning today, kid?”

Your eyelids cracked opened to see him standing over your chair, and you quickly reached behind you back to tie your bikini top.

“You tell me,” you sweetly smiled as you sat up, pulling the string of your top a bit to the side to show off the contrast of your tan vs the line that had been covered.

His eyes followed your movements, but you swore you saw him also quickly glance at your chest, eyeing the way your perky tits threatened to spill out of the skimpy material.

He hummed in response, his adam’s apple bobbing before he cleared his throat, seemingly shaking himself out of a thought, “looks nice.”

“Thanks!” You beamed, reaching up to remove your sunglasses. “Are you still working on the lawn?”

“I was about to go inside actually, getting too hot out here,” he paused, considering his next words. “You wouldn’t want to share a drink with me before dinner, would you?”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you maintained your composure, shrugging as if you weren’t practically jumping out of your skin at his offer.

“Sure, that sounds great!”

After walking inside, you told him what you wanted before grabbed your bag and walking to Charlie’s room to change into shorts and a pink top that perfectly accentuated your cleavage.

When you walked back downstairs, Rafe was at the bar, mixing your drink and holding his glass of whiskey.

“Thanks, Mr. Cameron!” You took a seat at the bar across from him.

He chuckled at that and shook his head, “Y’know you don’t have to always call me ‘Mr. Cameron’, kid.”

“I know! That’s just what my dad taught me… Rafe.” You giggled as you emphasized his name. “It just feels more polite.”

Rafe finished pouring your drink out of the mixer, and you grabbed the cool glass when he passed it to you.

He watched as you brought the rim of the glass to your lips, taking a sip and enjoying the sweetness.

“What do you think, Y/N?”

“Mmm, it’s really good!” You took another sip, this time tasting more of the alcohol.

Your gaze landed on the sweating glass in Rafe’s hand.

“Could I try yours? I’ve never had whiskey before.”

He laughed, passing the glass to you and you put your cocktail down on the table.

“You’re probably not gonna like it kid.”

You shrugged with a smile before raising the glass to your mouth and taking a small sip.

Rafe was right.

The high alcohol content brought an immediate heat to your face, and the flavor made you gag a bit.

He laughed when your face contorted in disgust, “what did I tell ya?”

You quickly grabbed your sweet drink to wash the nasty flavor from your mouth before giggling.

“Oh my god, Rafe, how do you drink that stuff?” You exclaimed in disbelief.

“It’s not so bad. You get used to it after 35 years,” he chuckled, grabbing the glass when you passed it back to him.

You suddenly realized that Rebecca was absent. She was always the one who cooked around the house.

It was actually very odd that she hadn’t made an appearance today.

“Where’s Rebecca?” You casually asked, hoping he didn’t pick up on the nervousness in your voice.

Rafe frowned, looking at his drink for a moment before taking a swig.

“She hasn’t been feeling great.”

“Oh.”

“She’s upstairs sleeping, probably won’t even come down for dinner,” he chuckled, but it lacked humor, and you couldn’t figure out what he was thinking.

There was an awkward silence as Rafe seemed uncomfortably lost in thought. You were beginning to think that you had said something wrong, running over your conversation and thinking about all the ways you might have just fucked everything up, but then the moment passed as soon as it came, and Rafe was smiling at you again.

“So I guess that means cooking is up to us tonight, Y/N.”

You happily set to work with him after deciding on what to make for dinner, chicken pasta in a creamy red sauce.

Chopping the required veggies wasn’t difficult, although Rafe did have to step in to help you cut the onions when you got too teary eyed.

Washing your hands off at the sink gave you more opportunities to sneak peaks of him as he cut the chicken breasts into better portions.

You liked watching the skillful way he chopped up the meat and vegetables. There was something undeniably attractive about watching Mr. Cameron cook.

It wasn’t a sight you got to see very often considering Rebecca usually handled the meals.

Returning to your cutting board of veggies, you started cutting the tomatoes into chunks when a sick idea crossed your mind.

You only hesitated for a moment before placing your finger in the way of the knife’s path, careful to only nick yourself, but you still hissed in genuine pain when it sliced into your skin.

“Fuck-” you cursed, not even having to fake your reaction as your voice wobbled. “Mr. Cameron?”

You turned to him, showing him the cut on your finger as blood began dripping out of it. Tears pooled in your eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Shit,” his arm came to your back as he led you to the kitchen sink, turning on the warm water and testing it for you first. “I’ll get a bandaid.”

He rushed to the bathroom as you let the water run over your finger, watching the crimson seep out from the cut. Your lower back tingled where he had touched you.

Rafe returned, grabbing your hand gently and examining it before wrapping the bandaid around your finger.

The close contact with him made your heart thump harder in your chest and your cheeks flushed when he looked into your eyes with a concerned look.

“Is that better?” His voice was quiet and tender, and you felt your heart melt a bit as he held your gaze.

“Yeah,” you responded breathlessly, leaning in just a little bit more.

Several moments passed where the two of your stared at each other in silence. Rafe’s pupils flicked down to your lips before finding your eyes again and a chill passed through you.

The air seemed to crackle with tension around you. Your heart was thundering in your chest.

Was this the right time to make a move? Hasn’t he been giving you signs all night?

Everything you had seen so far was undeniable.

He wanted you, and you were beginning to think that he wanted you to know that.

The sound of a door closing upstairs made both of you jump, and Rafe took a step back from you, clearing his throat as he turned away before twisting the knob on the stovetop back on and staring down at the pan.

“Rafe?” Rebecca’s voice called out as she descended the stairs.

You grabbed your cocktail, taking a large gulp to try to calm the anxiety that was quickly spreading through your body.

“Yeah Becca, I’m in the kitchen. Making dinner with Y/N.” He responded, his head swiveling to the kitchen door when she entered.

“What time is it?” She asked, her voice shaking a bit before her eyes fell to you, examining your outfit.

You picked up your phone to check the time, “it’s 6:52.”

At that, you noticed her tense, and when she pathetically apologized for sleeping in so late, again, you had to bite back a giggle, keeping your face as neutral as possible.

It seemed Rebecca Cameron was slacking even more than you thought.

No wonder Rafe had been so obviously struggling to hold himself back.

In comparison to his mess of a wife, you must have seemed heaven sent.

Rebecca and Rafe exchanged an unreadable look for several seconds, but Rafe was the first one to interrupt the silence.

“Y/N, could you set the table? We’ll finish up dinner in here.” He didn’t break eye contact with his wife and you mumbled out an “okay, Mr. Cameron,” before grabbing a stack of plates, silverware, and napkins, and carrying them out of the kitchen.

As you set the dining room table, making places for four people in case Charlie showed up (though you doubted that would happen), you could just barely hear Rafe and Rebecca’s muffled voices from the kitchen. You strained to listen in to them and your eyes widened when you heard your name.

“I’m just saying, sometimes it seems like Y/N’s here more than Charlie is recently.”

There was a long pause.

“What are you saying, Becca?”

Another silence. You crept closer to the door to listen in.

“I mean, don’t you think it’s just a little strange that she’s not off hanging out with other college boys with Charlie more often?”

“We’ve always let her come over to use the pool if she wanted, the Y/L/N’s don’t have one,” Rafe replied with unfamiliar gruffness.

“She’s been walking around all summer in little- little fucking bikinis and short shorts, Rafe! I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

Rafe scoffed before chucking humorously, “you slept in until almost 7 o’ clock today, Becca, I don’t think you’re really in the right state of mind to be making wild accusations like that.”

They were arguing about you!

Your pulse was racing with excitement. Was this the first time this had happened? Even Mrs. Cameron, who was an idiot, could see your flirtations with her husband.

You clearly made her insecure, and that thought alone made you feel incredibly gratified.

Their voices had quieted down so you sat at the dinner table waiting, and there was about a minute of hushed whispers, before Rafe finally stepped out of the kitchen.

Your heart fell when you saw what was clasped in his hands however.

“Hey kid,” Rafe nervously shifted on his feet, looking down at you before offering you the leftovers container with a generous serving of pasta inside. “Becca’s um- not feeling great again, you know how her illness can be. I think it’d be best if you went home now.”

You frowned, incredibly disappointed that Rebecca was robbing you of enjoying a meal with Rafe. You and him had worked hard on it together.

You had literally bled for it!

Not wanting to upset Rafe, although sure that his wife forcing you to leave had pissed him off, you reluctantly grabbed the container before standing up to leave.

You looked up at him, silently willing him to make a move, to tell you what he was really feeling, but his stoney face revealed nothing.

Gathering your backpack and purse, you said goodbye sadly before opening the front door and walking to your car.

You slapped the wheel in frustration, wiping away the angry tears falling past your lashes before pulling out of their driveway.

Rafe stood inside the house, watching you through the window as you drove off.

He sniffed, jaw ticking as he stalked back into the kitchen to find his wife.

Becca was still in the kitchen, leaning up against the counter looking frustrated, but she jumped a bit at his appearance.

“I sent Y/N home.” She could tell by his voice that his anger was simmering just beneath the surface and his words sent a pang of anxiety through her chest.

He walked past her to the empty counter space, pulling the bag of coke out of his pocket, arranging the white powder into a long line and leaning over to snort it.

Rafe stood up again, his twitchy knuckle rubbing under his nose to brush away any extra residue as he turned to her.

“Don’t fuckin say shit,” he snapped after her lips parted and she looked at him with a mix of fear and judgement.

The taller man approached her and with the counter behind her back and nowhere else to go, she shrunk in on herself as he harshly glared down at her. She knew that he’d only be more pissed off now.

“I wouldn’t be doing this if you didn’t make me so goddamn miserable all the time.”

His hand shot out, gripping her small wrist tight and she cried out in pain as he looked down his nose at her in disgust.

Rafe never laid a hand on Rebecca in front of other people, which is why she had felt confident enough to talk back to him when she knew someone else was at home, when she assumed that she would be having dinner with her husband and another person.

But now she was so very alone.

He twisted her wrist painfully and she whimpered, tears quickly coming to her eyes. But her husband had much less sympathy for her tears than he did for yours.

“I’ve been getting really tired of your shit, Becca.”

She struggled against him, trying to escape his hold, but that only made him more engaged.

His large body caged her in, easily allowing him to wrap both of his hands around her throat.

Rebecca’s fearful eyes widened, and she managed to choke out his name before her cut off her wind pipe.

Rafe’s veiny fingers tightened around his wife’s throat, ignoring her as she desperately scratched at his hands and arms.

Her face grew more and more red as she hopelessly gasped for air. Rafe slammed the back of her head against the cabinets before throwing her to the ground.

Rebecca took a panting breath before sobbing in pain and cowering away from the blond, but he was just getting started.

“I don’t want you to bring up Y/N anymore.” His voice was scarily even. “I think your obsession with her is getting unhealthy.”

[princessbrunette]

dbf!rafe thought he was doing a pretty good job at pretending he didn’t care too much about you. but it was coming to the late afternoon, and he’d driven past you wandering around town on your own wearing one of those stupid little mini skirts you’re crazy about and he had to do his duty and command you come with him. for your safety of course. he’d hate if some sick older guy got his hands on you.

“get in. c’mon.” he’s already acting irritable with you and it only spurs you on to act mischievous.

“why so glum, hm?” you pout, letting a small giggle slip through as you fasten your belt — the friend of your fathers glancing around the area briefly to see if anyone had seen his bosses daughter climb into his car before zipping off.

“what’d i tell you last time i saw you just— just walking around asking for trouble?” he berates and he’s not even sure why he’s so wound up. you just got him so pent up and touchy that he always found himself being this way with you.

“asking for trouble? mr cameron i was just hanging out.” you laugh, stretching your legs and going to rest your feet on his dashboard. he shoves your legs off, sending you a scalding glare.

“in that little skirt? yeah i wasn’t born yesterday, alright— you were probably off meeting guys.” he grumbles and you turn your head to him, heart fluttering at the jealous tone he had failed to conceal.

“oh no, not hanging out with guys my own age… that would be the most awful thing in the world, right?” you sark, and he resents the way he can hear the pretty smile in your voice without even turning his attention away from the road. he huffs out a scoff, shaking his head as he pulls up to the traffic light.

“told your old man i’d look out for you, right so — so i am just telling you that you shouldn’t be wandering around meeting guys dressed like a hooker. i know how guys brains work, okay — i am a guy. s’why i’m taking your ass home where you can’t get into any of that shit.” he rants, and before you can complain about him calling you a hooker your attention is caught by his promise to bring you home and you shoot up in your seat.

“no, please. just— anywhere else. not home.” you suddenly sound serious, and he nearly misses the stoplight turning green to glance at you in confusion.

“and why the hell not?” he drawls and suddenly you’re a lot more quiet. he raises his eyebrows waiting for a response.

“i’m fighting with my parents. i just… i don’t want to see them yet.” you sigh, staring at your manicure in your lap. as much as he wanted to teach you a lesson and drag you back into the house to your father, he knew what it was like to have a rocky relationship with his parents. because of this he sighs after his slight hesitation and turns in the direction away from your house.

“ah… shit, alright fine. the fuck do you wanna go then? gotta drop you somewhere, alright?” he relents and you beam.

“really? thanks mr cameron.” your elated expression calms itself into a pur as you lean across the gear stick and press a kiss to his cheek. he clenches his jaw.

“watch it.”

to this you respond with a giggle and he relaxes a little, knowing he had a little more time with you.

“where do you wanna go then? haven’t got all day, kid m’not a fuckin’ taxi.”

“hmm, your place?” you’re quick with your answer, almost like you had it planned. he’d given in a few times, let you have your way with him even though he knew it put his career on the line — and he told himself and you that this could go on no longer.

he huffs out a laugh, scratching at his cheek and shaking his head, choosing to ignore the suggestion. your bottom lip curls over at this, frowning a little.

“raaafe.” you whine and he resists an eye roll.

“what you’re — you’re serious about that shit?”

“mhm… i missed you…” you coo, and he feels your warm body lean across the centre console again, a clawed hand finding his thigh as you speak into his ear. “c’mon dad.” you groan and he feels a hot rush of blood fly through him at the nickname. god you were sick.

“don’t fuckin’ call me that.” he turns into his driveway at tannyhill, parking up infront of the house haphazardly before turning off the car and not making any move to get out.

“just wanna play a little bit.” you complain, kissing down his white shirt leaving lipgloss prints that he’d soon complain about down the expensive material as he watches you with parted lips, feeling your hot breath fan over his hardening crotch.

“well if you’re gonna suck me off just fuckin’ do it alright. don’t wanna hear that shrill ass little voice unless you’re tellin’ me how good that shit tastes. c’mon.”

you couldn’t help but obey.

[starkeysprincess]

DOCTOR!RAFE ♡༊·˚

your favorite (and the sexiest) doctor in obx

ﾒ = smut/suggestive ❥ = fluff

telling you to be his good girl & stay still as he gives you a shot ﾒ

waking you up & asking for kisses before leaving for a shift ❥

fucking you in his scrubs ﾒ

delivering your baby ❥

fucking you after a stressful shift ﾒ

inspection - dbf!doctor!rafe ﾒ

[rafedaddy01]

Could I request a part 2 for the dbf rafe where she threatens to tell her father he assaluted her ?

She now comes over every day after work

Rafe stays extra late because of her

He doesnt want to disobey her and is now already waiting with his c ck out

His wife calls while they are f ing for a third time

His c m already dripping out of her

And y/n makes him pick up the call

Him telling his wife "he will be right home"

While he is f ing y/n against the glass wall just like she wanted

Ofc 💕

-

Rafes already waiting for you, like the good little boy he is. He won’t admit it, not even to himself. But he gets excited every time you come into his office now. He has the primal need to want to satisfy and obey you, be good for you.

“Such a good boy” his eyes roll back at your praise, and you haven’t even touched him yet. You’re simply standing between his thighs, praising him for having his cock out and already ready for you.

You finally press a kiss to his lips and his body softens.

“I want you to fuck me against the window today, can you do that for me?” He nods absentmindedly, not even caring what it is you’re asking for, just wanting to succumb to your every request.

“Good boy” that phrase alone from your lips makes his whole body shiver.

“Come here then” you call him over as you strip and wait by his enormous office window.

He comes up behind you, running his tip through your folds, getting satisfaction from the way your face shifts, your eyebrows coming together and your lips parting as he pushes in.

“Fuck me hard” you command him.

“Anything f’you” you mumbles as he pushes all the way in. Waiting a second before he pulls out and pushes back in harder. Pressing your body against the glass and giving you all he has.

His phone rings, but he ignores it. He knows who it is. It rings again. And again, and you finally tell him to answer it. He doesn’t want to, he knows he won’t be able to contained himself, your pussy is too good, his wife will notice the shift in his voice if he speaks. But of course he can’t say no to you.

“H-hello” he clears his throat, slowing his hips but you push back onto him, fucking yourself on his cock and reaching under to play with his balls.

“Yeah, yes! I’ll be home soon, honey. I-I just have to finish this paperwork” his breath is weak and panty as he speaks fast, almost fumbling his words.

“Love you too” he hangs up and you smirk as you watch his face, he’s shaky and sweaty and scared, and you love it. You love making him feel like this. Such a powerful man, brought down by you, made pathetic and needy for you.

“Now fuck me and forget all about that wife of yours” you turn back around, body pressed against the glass as you continue throwing yourself back onto him as he meets you halfway with his thrusts.

“There we go, see all better now” you tell him as he grunts and moans in your ear, telling you thank you over and over again. Rafe is now yours.

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