#husband!rafe

[littlelamy]

you rolled your eyes when he pulled the camcorder of the thrift store bin like it was the holy grail, and now he never puts it down.

“wave to the camera, baby.” his voice is syrupy behind the lens, lazy and slow. you’re in the kitchen, hair a mess, silk robe barely tied, flipping pancakes with your manicured nails. “c’mon, smile.” you look over your shoulder, sleepy and amused, flipping him off with the spatula. he laughs, and zooms in on the curve of your bare thigh peeking through silk.

“look at you,” he murmurs, zooming again. “my filthy little housewife you like playin’ the part?”

you shrug, biting your lip. “only if you eat every bite of what i make.”

“oh, i’ll eat something,” he says, and the camera dips for a second as he adjusts his grip, adjusting himself.

he catches you brushing your teeth next, wearing nothing but your sheer robe and a pair of fuzzy socks. leaning in close, camera tilted, he gets the foam at the corners of your mouth, the sleepy pout you give him when you realize he’s still filming. he doesn’t stop...ever. “tell it who you belong to,” he says suddenly, stepping into frame, hand curling around your throat gentle but firm. “that’s right...say my name.”

you giggle, toothpaste dribbling a little down your chin. “you’re fucking ridiculous.”

he tightens his grip just enough. “say it.”

you stare into the lens, pupils blown. “i belong to you.”

“say my name.”

you whisper it, tongue thick with mint. he growls, smacks your ass through the robe, camera catching the jiggle. “good fucking girl.”

later, he records you reading in bed. warm lamplight, legs tucked, oversized tee swallowing your frame. you don’t even notice him at first, you were too into the paperback. until the lens catches the hem of your shirt riding up your thighs, and his hand slips under the blanket. you shift, sigh, open your legs instinctively.

“still filming?” you whisper.

“uh-huh.”

you grin, toss the book aside. “you’re a pervert, rafe.”

“im your pervert,” the camera focuses on your face as his fingers start playing with you open under the blanket. making your lips part, hips roll, and thighs twitch.

“look at me,” he murmurs. “don’t look away...i want this on tape. want to remember exactly how you look when you cum.”

your voice breaks. “ugh rafe—don’t stop.”

“you gonna cum for the camera, baby?”

“yes, yes—fuck, just please—” the footage cuts to black just as his fingers pull out, licking it off his hands. just as you reach for the camera yourself.

“my turn,” you whisper.

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[vanessa-rafesgirl]

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[moondustbaby]

In the Worst Way

blue collar!Rafe x wife!Reader

a/n: based on this request! 💌

cw: smut, oral (m rec), piv, unprotected sex

mdni 18+

summary: It’s Friday night and Rafe’s had one hell of a week. You? You’re the cure. He walks through that door looking like sin, and you take it upon yourself—devoted wife that you are—to wreck him in the worst (best) way.

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The screen door creaks before you even hear the rumble of his truck engine shut off.

Heavy boots on hardwood. Keys thunking into the bowl. A sigh—long, low, bone-deep. You know that sound. Rafe’s had a long week.

You peek your head around the kitchen doorway, and there he is—hat turned backwards, jaw rough with stubble, hands dirty with the kind of grit that doesn’t come off even with soap.

“You look like hell,” you tease, leaning against the counter with a slow smile.

He drops his tool bag by the door and just looks at you for a second. Quiet. Eyes burning with something you recognize immediately—something he doesn’t say but always means.

“I missed you today,” he says, voice rasped and worn thin.

You smile, but it’s the kind that trembles at the edges. “Long week?”

He doesn’t answer. Not with words. Just closes the distance between you in three slow steps and cups the back of your neck like he’s grounding himself. Like he doesn’t want to speak because if he does, he might break.

And you—well, you know exactly what he needs.

So you slip your arms around his waist and press your lips to his neck, soft at first. His breath catches.

“You need me to take care of you, baby?” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he mutters. “Fuck. In the worst way.”

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The bedroom light stays off. You tug him by the belt loop down the hallway, into the dark like it’s sacred, like this quiet space is yours and his alone. The hum of the old AC unit, the creak of floorboards, the sound of him breathing ragged behind you.

You sit him on the edge of the bed and kneel to untie his boots. He watches you in silence, his chest rising and falling faster than before. Your fingers work slow, tugging laces loose, slipping leather free from his socks.

“You don’t have to—” he starts.

“I want to.”

Boots thunk to the floor. Then socks. Then his shirt—damp with sweat, clinging to his chest, and you pull it over his head, dragging your nails down his torso as you do.

He groans, low and guttural. Hands twitch at his sides like he wants to grab you but knows better. He’s letting you lead.

You kiss down his chest, tracing the dust-and-sunline of his skin, down to the waistband of his jeans.

Your fingers make slow work of the button. Zipper. Tug.

He’s already half-hard, cock straining against the fabric of his briefs. You look up at him through your lashes.

“Bet you were thinkin’ about this all day,” you murmur.

Rafe’s jaw ticks. “Baby. Don’t play with me.”

But you do. Just a little. Mouth brushing over the bulge in his briefs, tongue dragging over cotton. He groans and fists the bedsheets.

“Take it off” he grits. “C’mon, baby. Please.”

You do. Slowly. Dragging his briefs down and watching his cock spring free—thick, heavy, flushed with heat. You wrap your hand around him and stroke once, just to watch his head drop back and his thighs tense.

“I love your cock,” you whisper.

And he moans—needy, ruined already.

You flatten your tongue against the tip, licking up the bead of precum, then slide your lips over him, slow and deep. You hollow your cheeks, bob your head, take him until your eyes water.

“Fuck, that mouth,” he groans, one hand tangling gently in your hair. Not pushing. Just holding. Grounding.

You work him slow, savoring it, letting him melt for you. His legs tremble. His abs twitch. His voice breaks when he says your name.

But you don’t let him come. You pull off with a slick pop and wipe your mouth, standing up to straddle his lap.

“You gonna fuck me, Ray?”

He looks up at you, dazed, desperate. “Hell yeah, I’m gonna fuck you.”

You tug your dress over your head—no bra, no panties. His breath stutters. Hands grab your hips like he’s starving.

“Jesus, baby. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”

You kiss him—messy, wet, full of teeth and tongue. He grinds up against you, cock trapped between your bodies, leaking against your stomach. You shift your hips, drag your soaked folds over him.

“Feel that?” you whisper. “That’s what you do to me.”

He growls and flips you beneath him in one rough motion, arms braced on either side of your head.

“Fuck this,” he mutters. “Need you. Now.”

You spread your legs wide, tilt your hips. He sinks into you in one slow, deep thrust.

You both groan. Loud. Filthy. Like you’ve been waiting all week to feel this.

And maybe you have.

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He fucks you slow at first hips rolling deep, dragging his cock along every nerve. Your nails dig into his back. Your breath comes in gasps.

“So good,” you whimper. “You feel so good, Rafe.”

He buries his face in your neck, breathing hard.

“You’re mine,” he growls. “This pussy’s mine.”

You nod, moaning as he fucks into you harder. “Yours, baby. Always.”

“Say it again.”

“Yours.”

“Say my name.”

“Rafe—fuck—Rafe, I love you.”

That breaks something in him. His rhythm stutters. He grabs your thighs and pushes your knees up, deeper now, rougher.

The headboard bangs against the wall. The mattress squeaks.

You’re soaked. Wrecked. Your orgasm builds sharp and tight and mean. You can barely breathe.

“Gonna come,” you cry.

He grabs your face. “Look at me.”

You do.

And when you come—legs shaking, back arching, voice wrecked—he’s right there with you, fucking you through it, eyes locked on yours as he spills inside you with a strangled groan.

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He collapses on top of you, breath hot and heavy against your skin. You wrap your arms around him, fingers tangling in his sweaty hair.

Neither of you speak for a long time.

Eventually, he props himself on one elbow and brushes your hair from your face.

“I missed you this week,” he says again. Softer this time. “Every damn minute.”

“I know,” you whisper. “Me too.”

His hand slides down your side, over your hip, resting low on your stomach.

“You’re everything, you know that?”

You nod, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You are too.”

He rolls over, pulling you into his chest. You lay there together in the dark, tangled and sticky and spent—but full. Full of love. Full of each other.

And it’s only Friday night.

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a/n: i heard one guitar twang in “worst way” and suddenly i was barefoot in the kitchen begging my blue collar husband to break the bed. no further questions. thank you for the req @raegan07 !! 🫶🏻

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[cute-sucker]

note: this is an unofficial part 2 of this boxer!rafe and his sweetheart <3

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boxer!rafe can't stop thinking about you pregnant, and some would say he got more protective when you did get pregnant.

you weren't showing yet, but he was always keeping a watchful eye on you, protective hand wandering to your midsection.

after the scare you gave him at the games, he watched you all the time, willfully bringing home more food than was needed, feeling willing to come back home when he heard your whines through the phone, and buying you the most beautiful sundresses ever.

sometimes the two of you would spend more time together, looking out the balcony as he smoked a cigarette, and you looked outside with a dazed expression, hand stroking your stomach. he watched the way your nose wrinkled when a trendil of smoke reached your nose.

you made a screwed face, and then looked back at rafe with a pointed look, "i don't like that."

the next day all the cigarettes in your house were gone, and he went back to boxing. it was sweet the way your small proclamation could command him to do anything. sometimes you couldn't help but test it. test how much he loved you, and how willing he was go to. you knew it was bad the way you were acting, but you ached for the attention.

so it was all to plan when you woke up craving a burger.

not just any burger. it needed to be homemade, or even one of the burgers that rafe had made you during your first date. you remember it so clearly, the way his hand scimmed past your back as he helped you chop the cucumbers, a soft hand twirling a tendril of your hair.

it was all in your head, and suddenly you needed the burger with your life. you were pawing at his chest, soft whines leaving your mouth. he woke suddenly, taking a deep inhale of air.

"what's wrong?" he muttered, words slurred with sleep. you couldn't feel but feel bad as you pouted at him. you were wearing a pretty nightgown with a bow at the top. you watched him scan your swollen body.

you were pulling all the routes as you lowered your voice, "i need a burger."

he looked at you incredulously, eyebrows raised putting his rough hand on your shoulder, "right now?"

you frowned, before rubbing your stomach, "yes."

he groaned, falling back to head head first. you bit your tongue to stop giggles from spilling out of your mouth. he was so soft with you now, and you knew that months ago he would never act like this. but you couldn't help but tug at his arm as a grunt fell from his mouth.

"do you really need it, mama?"

now you couldn't stop your smile. you loved it when he called you 'mama,' and you loved the gentle tilt of his mouth when he called you that. and you rested your head back, nodding. finally, he gave an annoyed sigh before getting out of bed.

"goddamn it," he groaned, pulling a cleaner shirt up his head. you rested at his feet watching him put on his clothes. there was something so domestic about the whole scenario. tanyhilll was full of pictures of the two of you, small pieces of the two of you.

finally, as if he realised you were watching him, he scowled looking at you. still in your nightgown with a frenzied look on your face, he seemed to sigh again.

"ah, don't you think you should change?" he murmured, hands skimming over your top. you melted at his touch, practically hopping into his lap with eagerness. he let out a laugh before gently pushing you away, "listen. you gotta change out of that. can't have you looking like that."

you gave him a cheeky smile as if it was the middle of the day instead of three in the morning. somehow you found increasing amounts of energy and rafe was always confused about how you did it all.

"look like what?"

he shook his head, eyes flashing with slight annoyance, "nah. 'm not doing that today. get up bun, 'n go change."

although he sounded demanding you couldn't help but feel your heart drum harder at his words, biting your lip as you pulled on one of his old sweatshirts.

that night you got your burger, and he got you.

please let me know if you'd like to added to the boxer!rafe taglist!!

[starkeyisthelastname]

Dilf/Husband!Rafe thinks you deserve all the pipe. 😻

With Rafe drowning in development projects, your son’s last year playing football, and the two of you trying to plan your daughter’s upcoming sweet sixteen, getting a free weekend to spend together alone felt like a dream. Especially getting to be however loud you wanted with no kids around and your gorgeous husband feeling the need to be inside you at every possible chance.

The white sheets of the hotel’s bed were a mess as your manicured nails dug into the linen. Your poor cunt was sore from the constant stretch of his thick cock plunging in and out of you, his low grunts of pleasure behind you only making you leak more around him. You watched him in the long standing mirror of the expensive hotel room, his muscled body flexing with each thrust he gave you as his hips smacked against your ass.

“This what you needed, huh?” He asked with a breathless growl as he relentlessly pounded into your wet hole. His blue eyes met your gaze in the reflection, a smirk coming to his face as he watched you take his dick. “So goddamn beautiful baby. You deserved to be filled every fucking second. Don’t you?”

You nodded the best your dizzy head would allow you to only for your upper body to give out as your arms grew weak. Your cheek pressed against the soft mattress, huge diamond ring and glittery band shining as you reached your hand back to tap at Rafe’s abs. “R-Rafe baby… it’s too much.” You mumbled, your climax slowly sneaking up on you. It wasn’t like you wanted him to stop, but the man was huge and your cunt was sensitive. You definitely deserved it though, he was right. While two of you had a very healthy sex life, everything had been so busy lately that you had missed getting to feel him, hear him and be with him in such an intimate way. “You’re gonna make me cum baby.” You whimpered, voice muffled by the sheets. The sounds of your moans, and wetness filled the hotel room along with the sexy groans and words of your husband.

“Fuck… you sound gorgeous. Let me fucking hear you baby, tell me how much you want daddy to shoot his cum inside your perfect cunt.” His tone and little strained, which caused you to come undone with a cry to his name.

[soangelbaby]

WAIT IM SCREAMING i need more newlywed!rafe😣

newlywed!rafe on your honeymoon prepping you before breeding you to make sure his kids stick :p

so grateful for this ask because i was cooking up in the lab for him but struggling !! a bit rushed and not fully proofread hope u enjoy angel <33 mdni this space is reserved for 18+ only !!

one minute you were biting down into your piece of fruit, admiring the balcony view of your suite, basking in the morning sun. and the next? you were placed over it, metal cold against your skin as rafe tugged your silk robe off your shoulders, throwing down a bag of sex toys next to you. “gonna break you in, baby” he muttered against your neck, nipping at the skin there, slender fingers sliding under your lace panties, finding your clit like it was muscle memory. two fingers teasing it slow, featherlight, while his other hand steadied your hips. “soaking for me — you were made for this, made to be mine.”

he snatches his fingers out of your throbbing cunt, delivering a sharp smack to your ass before reaching down to open the bag. pulling out a pink vibrating dildo, holding it up to your lips, “open,” rafe demanded, and of course you obeyed, like a good little wife. tongue swirling around on the toy, coating it in your spit before he brought it down to your gushing pussy. grazing the slit then sliding it in slowly, allowing you to seethe in the stretch, back arching instinctively. “fuck rafe,” you gasped out, hands shooting out to grip his shoulders. a low groan escapes his throat, hiking your leg up around his hip, “ y’gotta take it angel, gonna have to deal with worse when this pretty cunt’s all stretched out from carryin’ my baby.”

now he’s sinking into you, slow but deep, thick length pushing past your leaking fold, bullying your pussy even more than the toy had, your breath caught in your throat, hands scratching frantically down his shoulders, “shit — yeah baby,” rafe hissed as he bottomed out, feeling you pulse around him, “see that? see how easy you took me? toy did it’s job huh?”

[fictionalmenxyn]

hi can you write rafe x wife. Happily married and have 3 teen kids. Sons friends comes over and talks about mom as milf( idk maybe something else up to u) and Rafe and his wife hear it! Then Rafe f*cks her

of course I can!!

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ఌ𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧ఌ

Pairing: husband!rafe x wife!reader

Warnings: SMUT, language, p in v, fingering, no mentions of protection (be safe, wrap it before u tap it!), breeding kink, dirty talk, possessive/jealous Rafe.

Feel free to send more reqs! Thinking of doing dad!Rafe so send me things you’d like to see! Or more husband!rafe idm! Anything!

🝮🝮🝮

Just getting home from work, you got out of your Range Rover. Collecting your handbag, laptop and some papers from the back seat.

You headed into yours and Rafe’s estate. Walking through the front door. You already knew your three sons had friends over. Your eldest, Cody had asked you over text. You slip your heels off by the door and walk through the large foyer and over to the spacious living room. You smiled as you saw your boys Cody (17), Morgan (16) and Ollie (14 1/2). You spoke “hey boys, you all having fun?” They all said their “heys” and “yeah, thanks”.

You subtly noticed the way their friends eyed you up. Teenage boys never really cared if you saw them checking woman out. Well, these lot didn’t. You looked over to the attached large kitchen, smiling as you see Rafe.

You walked over, putting your things onto the counter. Rafe was leaning forward. His elbows on the counter as he watched the tv from the kitchen as your sons and their friends had soccer on. You walked over to Rafe. Smiling as you put your hand on his back. “Hey, love, you ok?” He turns his head to look at you. His famous grin plastered on his face. “Yeah, all good, how’s work?” He pulls you by the waist. Giving you a soft but firm kiss, showing you how much he missed you since you left this morning. You pull away to answer “good, made some great photos today, all I have to do is change the lighting and tone..” he smiled and pecked your lips “good, can I watch it while you do it?”

Rafe loved what you did. You were a photographer for models, perfume/jewellery commercials or fashion designers. You took the photos and edited them to put on magazines or advertisements. He loved how much you enjoyed your job to.

You nodded “of course, Rafey” he smiled “good girl..” you pecked his cheek.

You sat at the island counter, going through the photos on your laptop. As Rafe leaned against the counter, arms crossed, taking the occasional sip from his drink.

You both overheard Cody and his friend talk. His friend, Jack, asked “dude, is that your older sister or something?” Cody asked “who?” Jack replied “the one that’s in the kitchen with your dad.” Cody shook his head “nah man, that’s my mom.” Jack replied “no fucking way?? She’s so hot, dude, your mom is such a milf, no joke.”

Rafe practically chocked on his drink, as your eyes widen and press your hand to your forehead. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. What did Jack just say? You couldn’t be going mad, Rafe heard the same thing.

Cody spoke “shut up! Don’t say that!” Jack shrugged nonchalantly “dude, I’m just saying, I’d tap that if I could.”

Your eyes widen, Rafe’s jaw clenched. Rafe didn’t need to be and wasn’t jealous… not exactly… he just didn’t like the fact that a seventeen year old friend of your sons had just said that about you… his wife, the mother of his children, his childhood friend, his lover…

Through the rest of the day, Rafe stuck to your side. You’d changed into some sweats and a crop top. Once you were done you both sat on the couch; Rafe next to you. He had his arm around you the whole time. Occasionally kissing your cheek or temple. Showing the boys, your his. He’s the one that put that beautiful diamond ring on your finger. He’s the one that put three beautiful and handsome boys in you. He helped you create life. He’s the one that gives you happiness.

🝮🝮🝮

Soon after, the sun started to set. Your three sons had asked both Rafe and yourself if they could stay the night at one of the boys house. Rafe agreed and told them to be safe and have fun.

As soon as he had shut that front door. You were in for a real treat tonight. Rafe walked back over to the couch. He put his one knee on the seat and he placed a hand on the side of your neck. His cold metal of his rings and watch press gently into your warm neck. He crashes his lips into yours like a starved man. His tongue quick to be shoved into your mouth. You knew what he was up to. You could tell it from the exact moment Cody’s friend said what he said about you.

You knew Rafe since day one, knew him better than he knew himself. So you knew what he was doing. And you were definitely not complaining.

Rafe placed one hand one your thigh and guided you so you laid back on the couch. While he stayed on top of you. He groaned against your lips. He mumbled “‘m gonna make you feel so good, baby” you gasped softly when you feel Rafe’s hips press against yours. He puts his free hand from your thigh, moving it to the waistband of your sweats.

Putting his hand down your sweats he could feel the material of your panties and your soft, wet skin. He groaned “you wearing the black lace ones?” You nodded. He grinned “all f’me…mine” you mumbled “yes, Rafey…”

His fingers slowly move up and down against your heat. You moaned softly. You gasp when you felt his middle finger slip in. He tilted his head and started to kiss along your neck. He groaned, his finger slowly pulling in and out. As he inhaled the sent of your vanilla perfume, he groaned once again. He mumbled against your soft skin “feel so good on my finger, want another, babe?” You nodded. He replied “words. y/n.” You whispered “another, please, Rafe” he slipped his ring finger in. Causing you to gasp softly.

After a few more seconds he pulled his fingers out. You whimpered, he grinned “oh we aren’t done, just wanna take you upstairs… prefer the bed.” Your mouth practically waters as you watch him move his fingers to his mouth. Cleaning you off his digits.

He picks you up, over his shoulder. Taking you upstairs and not wasting anymore time.

Placing you down on the bed, he was quick to take your clothes off. All piece of clothing on the floor. While he starts to take his off, you watched in awe. Your reaction to him will always be the same. It’s like looking at him for the first time, over and over. You never got tired of him. Never have and never will.

You watched as he was swift to remove his boxers. His huge length springing free. He moved onto the bed. His lips go to yours as his hand moves to his length. Pumping it a few times, then lining up with your entrance. You gasp as he started to push in. Once he was all the way in he leaned over you. His chain dangles by your chin. His hands either side of your shoulders. His biceps flex as he looks down at you.

“You’re so pretty under me, sweetheart.” You moaned softly as he slowly started to move in and out. He chuckled lowly “you know, what the boys said… was right..” he groaned. “You are a milf… my milf… such a hot momma, baby… I know you want another… want me to give you one?” You moaned as he picked up the pace a little more. “Words, sweetheart.” You nodded “yes, fuck! Want another…”

He moaned hearing your words, “fuck Y/n, I’ll give you another… I’ll fill you up, make your baby bump come back. Love you baby bumps… every one of them…” you moaned. His one hand moves to your lower stomach, pushing on the bulge on your lower abdomen. Causing you to moan, as he goes deeper.

He picks up his pace, he moaned “fuck, gonna make you pregnant again. Wanna see you with my baby in you again.” He goes harder. “Fuck can feel you round me, that make you excited, baby? Thinking of me getting you pregnant again?”

You nodded, grabbing onto his bicep. Nails digging into his tan skin. He groans at the feeling. He spoke “gonna give ya a girl this time, I wanna girl, so I can spoil you both, yeah? Let you two have the world.” You moan “oh Rafey!” He grinned. “Yeah? Like that?” You nodded. He leaned back. Grabbing your hips, guiding you against him as he thrusts into you.

He can feel your close, “gonna come f’me? Let me have it, sweetheart. You do that f’me and I���ll do it for ya..” you placed your hand on his chest. Then holding his chain. Wanting him closer, he knew you well. He knew that meant you were about to finish. He leaned down. You moaned “fuck, gonna-” “do it, finish over my cock f’me, love…” those words hit you like a brick wall. Every. God. Damn. Time.

And he knew it too.

You moaned one last time, then finishing. Causing you to tighten around him. He chased his realise and finished inside you.

He moaned as he slowed his pace. Still thrusting, just slowing down. Chasing both of your climaxes. Once he came to a spot. You had you usual ‘thank you’. He kissed both cheeks, then your forehead, temples, chin, nose and then your lips. He mumbled against your lips “you ok? Feel good, baby? You did so good..” You nodded “so good.”

He gently pulled out, causing you both to inhale sharply. He gently picked you up. Going ahead and doing your aftercare. For all the time you both knew each other. And past Rafe, with his many hook ups. Not once did he do aftercare. But for you? His childhood friend to girlfriend to fiancée to wife to mother of his children?

He’d give you the world, he’d kill for you. Protect you. Die for you, live for you. He’d do anything for you. Even if it’s as simple as aftercare. He loves you. You love him.

🝮🝮🝮

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[lolasangelz]

Couldn’t request dad!rafe and the fam getting ready for family pictures? And how the day goes down at the photo studio?

I loved ur one shot on rafe staying home so much and i wanted to read more abt their crazy fam 🙈🙈

family photos

w/c: 802

a/n: eek thank you!!! i love asks

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the morning of the family photoshoot started like a war.

maddie was fighting with emerson over…what was they fighting about? grayson was still in his pyjamas—somehow now inside out—and maggie was doing whatever babies did: gurgling in her swing with one sock missing and a spoon in her mouth that no one remembered giving her.

“madeline. emerson. stop fighting,” rafe said firmly, in his best Dad Voice. it was mostly ignored.

“he said i look like a glitter monster!” maddie shrieked, shoving her brother.

“because you do!”

“you look like a glitter monster!”

“do not!”

“do too!”

rafe ran a hand down his face. “jesus christ.”

from upstairs, gigi’s voice rang out, perfectly clear and terrifying:

“rafe.”

he froze.

“get the kids ready for me in the clothes i put out, and do not let them get messy.”

right. the clothes.

rafe turned to the three-and-a-half spirals of chaos in front of him and exhaled.

“okay. alright. team huddle. we are going to look so good today, alright? mom’s gonna be happy, and we’re all gonna smile and wear matching outfits and not look like we just crawled out of a drain.”

grayson blinked up at him and then sneezed directly onto his own shirt.

rafe looked up at the ceiling.

“i’m going to hell.”

twenty-five minutes later, gigi came down the stairs.

hair curled, makeup flawless, patience already thinning.

she paused at the bottom step.

her gaze swept the room.

emerson was dressed—shirt slightly wrinkled, but tucked in. maddie had been wrangled into her dress but was wearing two left shoes. grayson had on pants, but the wrong ones, and no socks. maggie was pantsless, but happy.

and rafe… well, rafe looked like he’d gone twelve rounds with a herd of angry animals and barely made it out alive.

gigi crossed her arms. “you had one job.”

“they’re mostly dressed,” he offered. “and no one is bleeding.”

she stared at him.

he grinned.

“still going to hell,” he muttered under his breath.

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

the photo studio was aggressively beige.

light backdrops, soft props, a photographer named Holly who spoke in a high-pitched, sing-song voice that made all the kids suspicious.

“okay, everyone! big smiles!”

grayson burst into tears because his sock was “itchy.”

maggie pooped. audibly.

maddie yelled “fart baby!” and emerson laughed so hard he knocked over a stool.

rafe looked at gigi. gigi looked at rafe.

“we’re never doing this again,” she whispered.

“agreed.”

somehow, somehow, they managed to get one shot—one miraculous frame where all four kids were still, smiling, dressed appropriately, and looking in the general direction of the camera.

and rafe and gigi?

they looked exhausted.

but happy.

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

later that night, with the kids finally asleep and the house thankfully quiet, gigi flopped onto the sofa beside rafe, phone in hand.

“they sent the preview already,” she said, holding it out.

he leaned in.

paused.

smiled.

the photo showed the two of them in the middle, surrounded by four tiny, chaotic pieces of their hearts. emerson had his arm around maddie (shocking), grayson was showing his dimple, and maggie was wide-eyed and drooly and perfect.

“we don’t look too bad,” he murmured, resting his head back.

gigi smiled, leaning into his side.

“you didn’t even mess it up that bad.”

“high praise.”

“you’re welcome.”

he kissed her temple, his voice low. “i’d take a thousand glitter monsters and itchy socks for one photo like that.”

“you will, next year.”

rafe groaned.

gigi laughed.

and somewhere upstairs, a sock was probably already missing.

ᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕᵕ୨♡︎୧ᵕᵕᵕᵕ

[lindsaynathi0n]

NDA: Inspired by @starkeyisthelastname (English is not my native language!!)

The way husband!Rafe would fuck you if he hadn't seen you in days. 😁

He probably would've had you while you were taking a shower. At first, he would've been gentle, wrapping his big arms around you and kissing your neck open-mouthed lovingly.

Things start to heat up when he begins to hear you moaning his name. The fact that his hard dick is pressed against your ass wasn't very easy.

He would growl in your ear and say, "I've missed that, princess. Not being able to touch you for so long might have killed me."

Your legs become too weak to hold your body, so he would make you lean against the wall and press his body against yours, biting your shoulders with the sole purpose of marking you as "his".

He would gently lift your leg to be able to enter you, going slowly and taking his time to memorize every inch of you, your moans, every little reaction your pussy has when he hits that spot that makes you feel tighter than ever before.

You would moan his name, and he would tighten his grip on your hips. He would lean in to your ear and say in a low, sensuous voice, "Say it again, say it like you mean it."

He would turn you around so you're facing him, taking your jaw in one hand, and then he would throw his head back to watch his dick enter you with desire. His other hand would reach between your legs to rub your clit, making sure you‘ll like it

He would groan while looking into your eyes, "I'm going to make you scream until you lose your voice." And then, he would become rougher. His thrusts would become harder, faster, and more powerful, making you cling onto his shoulders for dear life.

He would growl while bringing his head into your neck, and with each scream you let out, he would increase the pace, to the point that your poor little hole couldn't handle it anymore.

If you don't scream loud enough? No problem, he'll yell "Louder, I want to hear you scream my fucking baby name!" And if you don't comply, he might even slap your face to make you scream.

Not hard enough to truly hurt you, but enough to bring you back to reality and make you focus on the intense pleasure he's giving you.

You would scream his name and he would just— lose control, he wouldn't hold himself back anymore. He grab you by the thighs and carry you to your bed, not caring about the fact that both of you are drenched.

He would throw you on your back and pull your hair, pushing into you with a brutal yet sensuous rhythm. The headboard would bang against the wall with each thrust, creating a symphony of sounds that only intensified the moment.

He would watch your eyes roll back and laugh as he felt your fingers scratch his back like a wildcat. His hips would snap back and forth, his thick hardness repeatedly striking your spot, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He would lean into your ear and whisper in a low, husky voice, "I won't be gentle with you princess, I want you to feel me for days." Those words would ignite a fire in you, your core clenching in response, the dirty promise making your heart race.

And with that, he would speed up his pace, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied and powerful, his promise hanging in the air like a challenge as he pounds into you with reckless abandon. The room would fill with the sounds of your screams and his groans, the bed shaking violently beneath you.❤︎︎

Thank god the children are at their friends' place, giving you the freedom to scream and moan in pleasure as he brings you to the edge of ecstasy. 😇

☔︎︎✈︎

MY COMMAND ARE OPEN!!

[littlelamy]

the elevator stinks of fake lemon and cold steel. you hit the emergency stop like you’ve done this before, hand poised, breath even, but your pulse hammers your throat. “don’t say a word,” you murmur, soft, sharp—already sinking to your knees.

his eyes flick to the camera blinking red in the corner. “you’re insane,” he mutters, low. but he doesn’t stop you.

you smile, lips grazing the bulge in his slacks. “and you’re hard already, hunny.”

he twitches under your touch. the buzz of the emergency brake hums like tension between your teeth. your fingers work the zipper slow, teasing, dragging it down with a purr of metal teeth. he exhales through his nose, fists clenched at his sides, watching you. then the camera then you again.

“you’re gonna do this now?” he asks, voice low and tight.

you look up, tongue wetting your lips, pupils blown wide. “doors aren’t opening, are they?” then you press your mouth to the head of his cock, spit already pooling under your tongue. he groans through his teeth, barely restraining the twitch of his hips.

“oh baby...you’re serious.”

you hum around him, his cock swells in your mouth like it missed you. you hollow your cheeks, take more, until the tip hits the back of your throat and you gag just a little—on purpose. his hand tangles in your hair immediately, grip tight, controlling. you feel him shift his stance wider, anchoring, letting go of hesitation.

“look at you,” he says, voice rasping now. “on your knees like a fucking addict. you couldn’t wait, could you?”

you shake your head, mouth stuffed, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. your spit coats him, dribbles down your chin. you look a complete mess yet when his cock pulses against your tongue, you moan around him graciously.

“fucking hell,” he growls, glancing at the camera again. he starts thrusting shallow at first. then deeper, using your throat like it was made for this. your fingers dig into his thighs for balance as your head bobs, lips stretched, drool and precum slicking everything. your mascara starts to smear, black smudges tracing down your cheeks.

“you know they’re watching,” he says, voice cracking with lust. “bet someone’s in the control room jerking off to this.”

your eyes flutter shut....you moan again, cock hitting deep. the elevator creaks under you both.

“don’t you dare stop.” his voice now dark and demanding. he rocks into your mouth harder, until your throat feels raw. “you wanted this. you fucking wanted this, now take it. fuck—take all of it.”

he’s close; you can feel it in the way his thighs tense, in the pressure building in the base of his cock. he growls something that sounds like your name—maybe not. maybe just a noise of pleasure. you gag around him again, pushing him deeper, and sucking way harder.

“look at me,” he pants. “eyes up....don’t blink.”

you obey; your lips wrapped tight, nose buried against him. his orgasm comes quick, his cum spilling hot and sudden down your throat. you swallow fast, greedy, not wasting a drop. he groans loud, broken, watching your lips suck him through every twitch.

the elevator lurches suddenly, the hum of power snapping back on making the floor indicator ding and lights shift.

you pull back with a pop, breath ragged, mouth shiny and ruined. you wipe your chin with the back of your hand and smile up at him.

“think anyone’s gonna call security?”

he doesn’t answer you, just stares at you with so much adoration.

the elevator dings again; finally, the doors slide open as you stay kneeling.

“well?” you whisper. “last person to the room has to do the dishes for a month.”

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[cameronsbabydoll]

sexist Rafe and reader shopping for clothes 😫

Rafe is over there treating reader like his model and telling her “this is what proper ladies wear” or “aren’t you glad that you don’t have to worry your pretty little head over what to wear?”

sexist!rafe taking sweetheart!reader shopping ౨ৎ ⋆.˚

warnings: condescending behavior, possessive behavior, sexism, control, manipulation

rafe had been planning this outing for a while—taking you shopping so he could properly dress you, of course. he’d already made it clear that you didn’t need to worry about anything, as it was his job to take care of all your needs, including your wardrobe. today, it was time for you to become the picture of what he considered the ideal, proper woman.

as the two of you walked through the mall, rafe's hand would rest possessively on the small of your back, guiding you like you were his prized possession. he’d glance at you now and then with that same smug, proud expression. "you’re so lucky, sweetheart. you don’t even have to worry your pretty little head about what to wear. i’ll do all the thinking for you."

you’d nod, slightly clueless, but overall just happy to be spending time with him. his words, even though condescending, filled you with a sense of pride, after all, you were his wife, his sweetheart.

“look at this one,” rafe would say, pulling a delicate floral dress off the rack. it was soft, pastel, just the way he liked it. “this is what proper ladies wear, baby. something a little classy for you. nothing too revealing. just enough to show them you’re taken, but not too much, right?”

you’d smile, trying it on as he watched you with an approving smirk. it wasn’t that you thought much of the dresses, or even the shopping trip. it was more about him approving of everything you wore, and that’s what you loved. making him happy was the only thing that truly mattered to you.

when you stepped out of the fitting room, his eyes immediately landed on you, scanning you like a prized possession. “perfect,” he’d say, his voice thick with satisfaction. “you look so pretty in that. like a proper lady. no one else would even dare to look at you the way i do.”

you’d giggle, unsure what exactly he meant, but feeling a warmth spread across your chest as he adjusted your hair, fixing it to his liking. “i know you want to please me, sweetheart. but remember, you wear what i want you to wear. no one else.”

you’d nod, grateful for his attention, oblivious to the weight of his possessiveness. he’d hand you the dress to try on another, something more modest, more proper in his eyes. you’d follow his commands, eager to make him proud.

as you walked past the shoe section, rafe would lead you to a pair of kitten heels, perfect for the "submissive, delicate" look he wanted. “put these on,” he’d order, his hand firmly guiding you to them. "you can’t go around wearing flats like some basic girl. no, no... proper ladies wear pretty heels, sweetheart."

you’d slip them on, the heels clicking lightly on the floor as you walked back to him. his smile would grow, though it was more of a possessive, calculating grin. “there we go,” he’d murmur, as he adjusted the straps of your dress, making sure it was just right. “see? you don’t need to worry about a thing. i take care of everything.”

he’d continue to guide you around the store, picking out items he thought you needed to own. skirts that were just the right length, cardigans that he liked to see you in, nothing too flashy, but certainly more appropriate than the things you used to wear. he’d make sure everything you owned had his mark on it, even if it meant buying it all himself.

when it was time to check out, rafe would hand the cashier his card with that same authoritative air he always had. “these are for my wife,” he’d say, as he watched you stand beside him like his perfect model, obedient and flawless.

he’d pay for everything without a second thought, like he always did. after all, you didn’t need to worry about money or anything else. you were his sweetheart, and that meant you were taken care of in every way possible—whether you realized it or not.

[vanessa-rafesgirl]

i can't breathe omg ⋆˙⟡

[moondustbaby]

Blue Collar Rafe Cameron Headcanons

bc husband!Rafe Cameron x Wife!Reader during the early years of their marriage before the babies

♡ You work as a secretary at the local middle school, and Rafe always acts like it’s the most impressive job in the world. He’ll say stuff like “My wife keeps the whole damn school running,” and he’s only half-joking. You never hear the end of it when one of the students or teachers mentions seeing him in town. “You got fans, babe,” he teases, “Middle school’s finest.”

♡ He’s never loved anything more than coming home to you—lights on, dinner cooking, music playing low. You in his shirt, barefoot in the kitchen, grinning when he walks through the door. He wraps his arms around you from behind like he’s starved for you. Like you’re the only thing that ever made sense.

♡ He buys little things you mention in passing—your favorite gum, a new pen for work, the soft socks you pointed out once at the store. You never ask. They just show up in the house, no fanfare, just Rafe saying, “Figured you’d like it”.

♡ He fixes everything without you asking. One time you mentioned your office chair squeaked every time you leaned back, and two days later he showed up after school with a can of WD-40 and a smug little smile. “Can’t have you gettin’ bullied by a damn chair.”

♡ You sit on the bathroom counter while he showers after work, talking about your day while he stands under the hot water. He always peeks out from behind the curtain to talk to you, soap in his hair, grinning like you hung the damn moon.

♡ You don’t have a big house or a perfect routine. Some nights you eat fast food in bed and forget to do laundry. But when you lie down beside him—tired, a little messy, but safe—you swear you could do this forever.

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requests are open, tell me which one needs a fic 💌 or ask for a part two i have way too many of these sitting in my drafts lmao

��️ lani

Masterlist

[cute-sucker]

you loved the bunnies. 

as they huddled together, their little bodies on top of each other. their cage was bombarded with bunnies who scampered on one other, sniffing and squeaking sometimes. 

you loved it. they were so cute and fluffy, and could barely handle yourself, as you hung onto rafe's hand, begging him to take you to the bunnies. it was your friend's party, and for one of the parts, they brought tiny bunnies who you could play with. 

after all, rafe had brought them up. 

"y'know there's a party tomorrow," rafe murmured, tucking his credit card in his pocket, you flittered next to him rolling your eyes, your pretty manicured hand travelling up his chest. 

"don't wanna go," you whispered, sitting on your shared bed. at this rafe gave you a firm look, before laying down next to you. to be honest, although you were fully a kook, you hated going to those stuffy parties.

it was only another chance for people to make fun of you, or bother you about marrying rafe. your big ring was there to remind people that there was one of many reasons they should be nice to you. at least that's how rafe put it when he found you crying after being bullied at the party. 

so that was how you felt, yet you watched rafe pursed his lips, "i think it would be nice to have my wife at my side." 

you laughed at this, liking the way he referred to you as his wife, "c'mon that's not fair. you can't call me that. i'm your fiancé," you murmured, getting on your tip toes to kiss rafe on the nose. your nightgown was basically see through, as you swayed closer to him. 

he groaned, before pulling you in, "c'mon kid, you know you can't tease me like that," and pulled you in for a real kiss. 

you loved giving rafe kisses, and you especially liked it when he was nice to you. there was a way that his eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks, and his hands got real soft and close to your chest. it felt like summertime when he kissed you. sweet times, like a mango ice cream dripping down your lips. 

suckled honey, or even better wishes that came true. 

finally, he let go of you, and you felt dazed still gasping as you nuzzled into his chest. 

"there's bunnies at the party," he murmured into your skin. 

so there you were cooing at the bunnies as rafe was broodingly staring at you. it was a small cycle, and quickly enough you called him over. he looked close to rolling his eyes. 

"this is what you've abandoned me for?" rafe mused, pointing at the little bunnies cuddling each other. you nodded a bright smile of your face, your hands cupping your face. in all honestly, you wanted him closer, to feel his warmth but this was an excuse to get him close and not for him to expect it. 

"i really want to hold one," you whispered in his ear, and at this he looked at you with an amused expression. the little bunnies seemed to jump in joy, fuzzy and full of happiness. but this was rafe, he wouldn't give you anything you wanted if you didn't let him know. he liked it when you were explicitly clear. 

you sighed, "do you want me to spell it out? can you get one for me?" you huffed before pointing at one of them. rafe raised an eyebrow, his hand skimming over your chin. 

"you sound bratty to me," he quipped, keen eyes watching your expression change as you seemed to soften at his remark. "what do we say?" 

"please," you whined out softly. 

he scoffed before cupping your face, as you felt yourself flush, "fine sweets. i'll get you your little bunny." as calm as ever, rafe scooted down to pick up a bunny. he was so gentle, his rough arms skimming over their fur, before cooing to it. you felt jealous almost, he was more gentle with the bunny than he was with you. 

 yet, you were entrapped by his softness, as you watched his face relax. "y' gotta be nice, alright," he whispered, before letting drag your hand on the bunny's fur. the bunny rested in his arms, sleepy eyes peering up at him. 

as rafe cradled the bunny in his arms, you couldn't help but admire the gentle way he handled the little creature. his hands, which were often rough from work and training, now moved with such delicacy, as if he was afraid of disturbing the bunny's peace. it was a side of him that you cherished, the tenderness that he reserved for moments like these.

"you're a natural with them," you whispered out, watching as the bunny nestled closer to rafe's chest, seemingly content in his embrace.

he glanced up at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. you wanted to grab him and kiss him, "you're too sweet bun." 

you flushed, before reaching out to run your fingers over the bunny's soft fur, feeling the warmth radiating from its tiny body. it was such a simple pleasure, yet it filled you with a sense of warmth and happiness.

"thank you for getting it for me," you said, looking up at rafe with a grateful smile, your wide eyes full of softness.

his expression softened even further, his gaze lingering on you with a warmth that made your heart flutter. "anything for you, sweetheart," he replied, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

[starkeyisthelastname]

Dilf/Husband!Rafe who could spend hours between your thighs 👅🍍 (thank you to my babe @rafesthroatbaby for being my muse for this!)

He may have been in his thirties, but he didn’t shy away when it came to eating pussy. When he did eat you out, he took his time and didn’t want any interruptions. He’d make sure the kids were gone, leaving the house empty so that you could moan as loud as you wanted while he made you feel good. He’d spend all day spoiling you, new Chanel still in its box, full set fresh, a beautiful dinner out on the water. He gave you the best because you deserved it. He certainly wasn’t easy to put up with and you were such a goddamn good mom, an amazing wife, and he loved to give you everything he possibly could.

He’d make sure you were comfortable, admiring your curves as you laid naked on the plush mattress. He’d settle between your thighs, spreading you open as he looked at the gorgeous view of your cunt right in front of him. “Such a beautiful fucking pussy.” He mumbled, his blue eyes then glancing up at you. It was a look that always sent a shiver down your spine and made your stomach flutter.

As soon as his tongue got his first taste of the night he was devouring you whole or at least that’s what it felt like. His striking cerulean eyes never left yours as he watched you come undone from his skillful mouth. Your expensive manicure would dig into his soft hair, holding him still as he sucked greedily on your aching clit. His deep groans vibrated against your soaked core, your sweet taste leaking onto his tongue non stop.

“R-rafe baby… shit…” You moaned loudly, curling your pretty toes against his muscled back. The way he ate pussy was a gift, and was all for you to have. His nose rubbed perfectly against your clit as he buried his tongue inside you, making you cry out beautifully.

Your lower stomach was on fire, your breath catching in your throat as you felt your orgasm starting to approach quickly. He let out a breathless laugh, tongue coming out to lick at your swollen pearl before sucking it into his mouth again. “Cum all over my fucking tongue baby. You know how I love that sweet shit.” He spoke low between taking sweet nips at your clit.

You threw your head back against the fluffy pillows, squeezing your thighs together as you cried out his name through an intense orgasm. He was quick to make you remember who was still in charge here and yanked them back open. “Keep your fuckin’ legs open, you know better when I’m trying to taste you.” He told you firmly, before the sound of his mouth taking a thirsty gulp made your head spin all over again.