#rafe blurb

[blushhbambi]

── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ frat!rafe cameron x fawn!reader mdniᝰ.ᐟ mean!rafe, degrading, dubcon, on-camera voyeurism, fingering, cunt slaps, slight choking... . ༉‧₊˚. word count;⁹⁰⁰

rafe's laughing loudly with his friends over the screen, half drunk off beer and laying back at his desk like he owns the fucking world, he smells like cologne, sweat and the gym as you brought him a beer, padding around all dumb and barefoot in your tiny pyjamas. he doesn't even say thank you, just a rough grunt of acknowledgement.

suddenly there's a rush of mumbled voices over the speaker; topper, kelce and maybe a few others you didn't know. you peer over rafes shoulder curiously, wide-eyed and quiet like always. he always told you to leave him be while he was at ‘work’ but you couldn't help yourself.

“fuck, rafe is that your girl?”

you blink a little confused as he furrows his brow to look over at you, like he was only just realising you were there.

“yeah, hit the fucking jackpot didn't I?”, he huffs half proud, half mocking making you swallow in discomfort.

there's a few more laughs and a crude joke or two that rafe snorts at, pushing back his hair over his forehead to take another gulp of his beer.

“nah, you gotta show her off now man, cmon—”

“yeah look at her, all fucking cute ‘n shit—”

“aw, fuck off—”

you glance between the screen with his friends' slurred, muffled words and him, unsure of what to do until he, as usual, decides for you. he scoffs, tugging you roughly by the elbow with a large warm hand, not even noticing your little wince.

suddenly you're on his lap shifting uncomfortably trying to sit up while his big hands groped and tugged.

"wait rafe—”, you manage out before he gives you a stern look, a little ‘shut the fuck up’ and a harsh squeeze to your side.

“y’all wanna look at my fuckin’ girl, take a good fuckin’ look,”, he laughs pulling you back by your sides and nudging your thighs open with his knees awkwardly.

“rafe-!”, you gasp with a little huff and a furrowed brow twisting to look up at him and away from the big looming screen, making you feel exposed and all too embarrassed all of a sudden with the murmured, mocking laughter and slurred words from the speaker.

your little protest was shut down quickly by a sudden squeeze of your throat.

“look at the camera babe.”

you swallow under the pressure of his palm, suddenly glassy eyed as you squint up at the bright screen in the dim room, you couldn't even take it in with your now bleary vision. you feel him pressed into your back, solid and serious, he nips at your ear softly mumbling, with a huff of warm breath.

“s'just the boys baby.”

“c'mon give ‘em a show—”

you manage to hear a few lazy cheers and drunk rambles before rafes hands dived down to your pajama shorts, tugging them just down your knees as you were stuck against him, trapped. it's like he's forgotten he has an audience. he's so enthralled as he ghosts long fingers down the middle of your panties, tracing the seam of your clothed cunt.

“shit baby—”

his breaths heavy and you could tell he was drunk now, whether on the expensive beer or you was another question. your head’s dizzy with his musk, laying with an upset grimace against his chest.

“almost made me forget why I'm with you hm…”

“rafe s’not funny anymore—!”

“the fuck did I say about shutting the fuck up!” he barks out, voice raising above yours as he suddenly tugs the thin fabric to the side and drags his fingers through your slick folds, making you yelp out a moan, hips bucking up accidentally as you cry out.

“c'mon show them how dirty you are—,”

he's angry now, spreading you even more for the little blinking camera. you cover your face ashamed and embarrassed, he's too busy laughing into the crook of your neck to care, dipping his fingers into you. you feel dizzy and hot and so embarrassingly fucking wet, it's all too much.

the room is already filled with the thick smell of sweat and sex while two thick fingers plunged deeper inside your creaming cunt, curling so deep, so perfectly you swear you can see stars. he’s mumbling to the camera, his friends laughter and his little whispers make your head spin.

you back arches against him as you let out quiet moans into your hands, you're too scared to loom up at the peering eyes on the screen, to even look at the camera. your hips humping up into his hand making him laugh mockingly, pulling out to smack your pussy with his palm to make you gasp.

hes spreading your slick as you moan out, crying desperately now, you didn't even want him to stop you just wanted release. his fingers tap at your little, twitchy clit before pressing hard circles into them, faster and faster till you inevitably break.

you finally reach your peak and it comes in white hot, shuddering waves. he doesn't stop, wanting to milk out all the pleasure he could, spreading your creamy slick across your pussy before pumping into you again, you let out a weak whine arching as your glistening release drips down the insides of your thighs.

rafe lets out a humoured hum, wiping your slick across your thigh as he spreads you for the camera while you slump back, spent and panting.

“take a good look while you can boys...”

© written by blushhbambi— do not steal or claim as ur own ᝰ.ᐟ

[rafesteddy]

Ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ Ｂｌｕｒｂｓ

Ｎｕｍｂｅｒ 𝟸

𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓫!𝓻𝓪𝓯𝓮 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

+18 -> “𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝.”

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

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𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓸𝔀 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽𝔂…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rafeysvenicebitch]

nba!rafe x shy!babydoll!reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

cw: fluff!!!

a/n: back for a bit :)

The game hadn’t even started, and your heart was already pounding.

You smoothed your pastel pink mini skirt down over your thighs, shifting in your seat beside Rafe as the jumbotron lit up. Cameras panned across the court to introduce special guests—retired legends, brand sponsors, a couple B-list actors—and then…

“And courtside tonight, the league’s favorite point guard Rafe Cameron’s supportive girlfriend!”

The camera landed right on you.

You gave a sweet, bashful wave, a shy little giggle bubbling out as you felt yourself blush instantly. All pink cheeks and glossy lips, your nails matched the bow in your hair, and you nervously tucked a strand behind your ear.

Then you blew a kiss to the camera with a soft little pout—just trying to play along, even though your stomach was fluttering.

And Rafe?

Rafe turned to you like he forgot there were more 20,000 people watching.

He grinned, leaned in, and kissed you. Deep, full-on, palm cupping your jaw. His hand slid into your hair, and your squeal echoed faintly into his mouth:

“Oh!” you gasped, giggling as your hands fluttered against his chest.

The crowd roared. The guys on the bench whistled. And the announcer laughed into the mic, “Alright, alright, save some of that for after the game, Rafe!”

You covered your face with your hands for a second, then leaned into Rafe’s shoulder, pink as ever.

“I didn’t know you were gonna do that,” you whispered.

He smirked, rubbing a hand down your bare thigh, cocky and sweet all at once. “Had to show ‘em you’re mine, baby.”

You just giggled again, hiding in his arm while the game finally tipped off.

(And yes—your kiss was all over NBA Twitter within minutes.)

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[sunsetmade]

Hiiiii

Can I request prompt 10 with Rafe Cameron and fluff please 😊

Yess!! Thank you for the prompt request!!

Quiet Love

Rafe Cameron x Shy! Reader

Prompt: “Who the hell said that to you?”

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long golden streaks across the water like brushstrokes on a canvas. Hints of cotton-candy pink melted into soft lavender clouds, and the evening air was tinged with the warm scent of salt and pine. Summer on Figure Eight had its own kind of magic—quiet and slow, like time knew to take its shoes off and tread gently here.

You were curled into the far corner of the Camerons’ back deck, tucked into the oversized cushions of the wicker couch. Rafe’s hoodie swallowed you whole, the sleeves falling past your hands and the hem draping over your knees as you sat with your legs folded underneath you. An open book rested in your lap, its pages fluttering softly in the breeze, but your eyes weren’t moving. You hadn’t turned the page in a while.

A few feet away, Rafe lay stretched across the hammock, one long leg dangling lazily over the edge, his free hand behind his head, phone in the other. He wasn’t really scrolling, not anymore. His eyes kept flicking over to you every few seconds like he couldn’t help it. Like he was making sure you were still there, still his, still okay.

“Why are you frowning?” he asked, suddenly breaking the comfortable silence. His voice was light, but his body shifted, pushing up on one elbow. “You were smiling a minute ago.”

Startled, you looked up, blinking like you’d just been pulled out of a fog. “I wasn’t frowning…”

He gave you a look—soft, but unrelenting. “Baby.”

A sheepish smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You looked down, brushing your thumb along the edge of the book. “It’s nothing. I’m okay.”

But Rafe didn’t believe in brushing things off. Not when it came to you.

Without another word, he dropped his phone onto the hammock and stood. In a few lazy strides, he was crouching in front of you, his hand finding yours and folding it in his. His thumb traced gentle, slow circles over your knuckles, grounding you.

“You get this little crease right here—” he murmured, tapping the space between your brows with his finger, “—whenever something’s bothering you. So what is it?”

You hesitated, warmth flooding your cheeks. You hadn’t meant for him to notice. You never wanted to be the girl who made a big deal out of small things. But with Rafe, everything about you felt noticed. Protected. Like he was always watching, always catching the little things no one else bothered to see.

“It’s stupid,” you murmured, fiddling with the edge of your sleeve.

“Try me.”

You exhaled a quiet breath and finally met his eyes. “When I went inside earlier to grab water, I walked past a couple girls near the kitchen. They didn’t know I was there, I think. One of them said something like, ‘She’s really quiet,’ and the other laughed and said, ‘Yeah, like… awkward quiet.’”

Rafe blinked once. Then again.

Then his jaw tightened, and his hand curled around yours a little tighter—not harsh, but firm. Protective. Anchoring.

“Who the hell said that to you?” His voice wasn’t raised, but there was a steel edge under the softness that made your heart trip. Not because he was mad at you. Because he wasn’t. Because he was already angry on your behalf.

You shook your head quickly. “Rafe, no one said it to me. I just overheard it. It wasn’t that serious.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, standing to his full height and gently tugging you up with him. “It sure as hell sounds serious to me.”

You stumbled slightly into his chest, and his arms were already around you before you could find your footing, wrapping you up so completely it was like the world outside of him stopped existing.

“It’s a dumb observation,” he mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss there so softly you barely felt it. “And it’s wrong.”

You melted into him, your cheek pressing against the soft cotton of his t-shirt. He smelled like sun-warmed cologne and salt air and something that was just him—something you couldn’t name but felt like safety.

“You’re not awkward,” he said, pulling back just enough to look you in the eye. “You’re sweet. And soft. And kind. Yeah, you’re shy. So what? That’s literally my favorite thing about you.”

You let out a breathy giggle, still blushing. “Really?”

His mouth curved into that crooked, boyish grin that always made your heart stutter.

“Yeah. You don’t just talk to fill space. You say things that matter. And when you do talk…” His grin widened, teasing. “It’s always something good. Something that makes me wanna kiss you.”

Your face flushed pink—bright, glowing, impossible to hide—and Rafe beamed like he’d just won something.

“And you know what else?” he added, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie further over your hands like he always did when he wanted to keep you close. “You’re not out here trying to impress anyone. You’re just you. And that’s the part people can’t fake. That’s the part I fell for.”

You swore your heart fluttered so hard it might fly straight out of your chest. The way he looked at you—like he couldn’t believe you were real, like he wanted to shield you from every stupid, thoughtless thing the world ever threw your way—it made it hard to breathe.

He leaned in and pressed a featherlight kiss to your cheek. Then your forehead. His voice dropped, low and sincere. “Also? You being quiet means I get to hear your voice the most. Which, if you ask me, is kind of a privilege.”

That made you laugh—really laugh—and you buried your face in his chest again, your hands gripping the front of his shirt like you never wanted to let go.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing another kiss into your hair, his arms tightening around you like he could keep you safe forever. “Those girls don’t know what they’re talking about. But I do. And I say you’re perfect.”

You tilted your head back, your smile soft and full and real this time. “I love you.”

Rafe leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose. “I know. You don’t need to say much, baby. I feel it every time you look at me.”

You let out a small, frustrated noise and buried your face in his chest, the warmth of him instantly soothing. “Rafe,” you mumbled into the fabric of his t-shirt, your voice muffled and shy.

Your cheeks were burning, but you didn’t pull away. Instead, you nuzzled in closer, hoping he wouldn’t tease you too much for the way your heart was practically bursting in your chest.

Rafe let out a low, deep chuckle—one of those rumbles that vibrated through his ribs and settled against your skin like a hug from the inside. His arms wrapped tighter around you, his hand splaying across your back, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of your hoodie like he couldn’t get close enough.

“Aww, c’mon, don’t hide from me,” he teased, his lips brushing the crown of your head. “You’re too damn cute when you’re flustered.”

You only whined in protest again, half-mortified and half-melting. “You make it impossible not to be,” you muttered, your fingers fisting into the soft fabric of his shirt.

He leaned down, voice low and impossibly tender by your ear. “I love you too, pretty girl.”

The words settled over you like a warm blanket, soft and certain. No hesitation, no teasing in his tone now—just raw honesty. He meant it. Every word.

You felt his hand come up to cradle the back of your head, thumb stroking slowly over your hair. His touch was reverent, as if holding you was the most sacred thing he’d ever get to do.

“I mean it,” he added softly, pressing a kiss just behind your ear. “You make it so easy to love you.”

You peeked up at him finally, your face still flushed but your smile real now, warm and wide. He smiled right back—crooked, boyish, and completely undone by you.

“Don’t ever hide from me, baby,” he said, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “I want to see all of it. Even the shy, grumbly parts.”

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ cherie's milestone celebration!

hihi! thank you all for so much love and support, it baffles me that anybody is interested in the stuff i write, and is willing to stick around for more. so grateful i get to share my writings so vulnerably and i can have others enjoy my creations. thank you from the bottom of my heart, i appreciate every single one of you! <3

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RAFE CAMERON

rafe fucking his cum back into you.

rafe & his gamer girlfriend.

his fav position so he can watch your tits bounce & where you both connect.

there’s nothing he loves more than making you a squirming mess.

poor guy couldn't even make it home before pouncing on you. :(

throat training his favourite girl. <3

the kinds of videos in his phone.

BSF!RAFE

eating you out & making you squirm after he accidentally yells at you.

clinging to anything for stability while rafe fucks you, and it just happens to be the teddy bear your ex-boyfriend gifted!

it's not wrong if he doesn't stick it in, right?

FRAT!RAFE

shoving your face against the mattress of his grungy dorm room.

quickie in his truck (the snapback stays on during sex).

STEPBRO!RAFE

rafe loves playing with your pussy almost as much as he loves actual sex.

testing the waters with his sweet little stepsis.

absolutely adores that tiny excuse of a skirt, gives him easy access. continued.

trying to keep you quiet while your family's home + size kink.

helping each other get off.

cumming against your clothed, soaking slit.

he catches you fucking yourself, so he'll met you halfway and spare you the work.

needs to have his hands on you whenever he feels like.

first time home alone together.

POGUE!RAFE

taking care of his good girl. <3

loves being in control and making you take it.

size kink.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe and sensitive!reader spending the holidays together

c/w: fluff, her ovulating and being horny, smut: p-in-v, slight breeding kink, use of dad, 18+ mdni! 

wc: 1.5k

ugh i’ve missed this man

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“Why is he doin’ that shit?”  

“Rafe, it’s a rom-com,” she reasons, practically glued to him on their couch with the way she keeps shifting closer and closer, almost unconsciously at this point.   

“Yeah, a shitty one. Why was it necessary to do a whole fuckin’ speech at the mall? He couldn’t jus’ I dunno, tell her how he felt?” he scoffs, clearly fed up with the entire film already. 

She can’t stop the bubbly laughter from escaping her when she looks over to his scowling face. “I mean, this is actually getting kinda weird…why’s everyone watching them?” 

“Yeah, ‘n why are they still on that fuckin’ stage?” he grumbles while the couple is now fully making out on the TV screen. 

“Please don’t ever do anything like that to me.”

“Yeah, was actually gonna ask, you, uh, you wanna go shoppin’ tomorrow?” 

“No!” she giggles before taking a sip of the hot chocolate she’d made for herself (because Rafe deliberately told her he didn’t want any) but the minute she’d sat down with the mug in hand, he’d wanted to try it, which ended up with him drinking nearly half of it.  

“Oh shit, forgot to give you this earlier, look what I got you today,” he suddenly murmurs. 

“Hm?” her eyes flit over to his face; momentarily distracted by his pretty features as he searches for something from the back pocket of his pants. Then, he’s pulling a golden necklace from a velvety box.    

“That looks really expensive,” she nervously mumbles, pausing the TV in order to concentrate on the heart-shaped locket he’s holding out to her.   

“You deserve the fuckin’ world, it was nothin’ alright? Can think of it as an early Christmas present if it makes you feel better,” he rolls his eyes, almost exasperated that she still can’t seem to comprehend the fact that he enjoys spending his money on her.    

“It’s so beautiful,” she croons as she inspects the piece of jewelry with careful fingertips, heart swelling in her chest at the sentiment— recalling how she’d mentioned something about thinking pendants like these were adorable maybe once.    

“Yeah? You like it?”    

“I love it. Wait, you had your initials carved into it too? That’s so cute, Ray, what the hell?” she feels her eyes grow watery because her boyfriend really is her favorite person in the whole wide world for a reason.    

“Yeah, know you’re into sappy shit like that, ‘n you can put m’picture inside too ‘n you’ll always have me with you or whatever the fuck.”    

“Shut up, you’re so sweet! I love you,” she exclaims before she’s wrapping her arms around his neck— climbing into his lap in the process while he murmurs into her hair how he apparently ‘loves her more’, which she thinks is not possible.    

“Let me put it on you?” he says before he’s swiping away some strands in order to clasp the locket around her neck. “Look so pretty with m’name on you.”

“Wait, you should have my name on you too,” she jokingly utters out next.  

“Been thinkin’ about gettin’ it tattooed actually,” he admits, completely serious, which makes her face scrunch up.  

“You’re not getting my name tattooed on you— you’re crazy,” she softly hits his chest. However, he can barely even feel it because she really doesn’t have a single violent bone in her body.   

“Yeah, crazy ‘bout you,” he grins, eliciting an airy giggle from her.    

Knowing she’s about to complain about him being weird again, he shuts her up with a press of his mouth against hers— a surprised noise leaving her when she’s momentarily taken aback by the sudden cushion of his lips. 

And it’s sloppy, the way they slot together like puzzle pieces when she opens up for him, but both of them prefer it that way. 

His kiss was meant to be something sweet but soon enough she’s rutting against him— whimpering into his mouth as if it’s been years since the last time they did this. And all too soon for her liking, he’s pulling away.

“Somethin’ you want?”  

“…no,” she lies through her teeth.    

“No? Jus’ uh, humpin’ me like a bitch in heat for no reason then, hm?” he raises his brows; eyes fixed on her frustrated features.    

“Ray...” she huffs out; a frown already forming on her spit-slicked lips.    

“Yeah?” he asks, giving her a soft peck as encouragement.    

“Want you…” she pants against his mouth.    

“But m’right here?” the furrow of his brows displays faux confusion.  

“You know what I mean,” she whines; shifting around in his lap some more.    

“M’afraid I don’t. If there’s somethin’ you want, you gonna have to tell me,” the edge of his mouth curls annoyingly when he decides to toy with her, always finding so much entertainment from her struggle.     

However, she merely grants him another whine.   

“Wha’s up with you today, hm? So fuckin’ needy, actin’ like you haven’t been fucked in a month when you were literally cryin’ on m’cock last night?” he murmurs while thumbing at her pouty bottom lip.   

“I don’t know…jus’ need you so bad,” her eyes begin to gloss over when he’s still not giving her what she so desperately craves.    

“Baby, there’s no need to cry, yeah?” he sticks his thumb past her lips; an attempt to placate her, even if he thinks she never looks prettier than with her eyes all wet and forlorn.   

“You’re ovulatin’ right now, aren’t ya?” his brain finally fits together the very telltale signs as he plucks his phone from the coffee table— opening the app that tracks her period cycle.  

“Think so, yeah,” she mumbles, mindlessly sucking on the digit resting on her tongue as she sniffles.  

It’s no surprise to either of them when his assumption proves to be right.    

“Think you need me to fuck a baby in you, s’that it? Wanna make me a real daddy?” he croons.    

“Mhm…want you,” her words are muffled around his thumb.    

“I know, sweetheart. Don’t want anyone but you carryin’ m’kids— think about knockin’ you up so fuckin’ often, you know?”    

“You do?”    

“Yeah, know you’d be such a good mom.”    

“You think? I think you’d be the best dad, sometimes wish you were my dad,” she rambles mindlessly, the conversation suddenly teetering on the edge of something else entirely.    

“Shit, such an angel face ‘n then there’s this rotten mind inside, huh?” he tuts in disapproval, appearing disgusted as if he doesn’t get even harder in response to her words— something raw, primitive stirring in the pit of his stomach whenever she says things like that.    

“M’sorry dad,” she offers him an impish smile.  

“Someone’s in a mood today?” he chuckles, narrowing his eyes in a playful manner.    

“Can you take off your pants?” she complains while attempting to loosen his belt but with her mind buzzing like a honeybee it’s proving to be a rather demanding.   

“Can’t do anythin’ without dad’s help, can you? Go on, let’s see if you can take me out by yourself, yeah?” he rasps out, tone challenging.    

“No, need your help, daddy, I can’t—”  

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ pathetic,” he murmurs, somehow managing to turn something so patronizing into something affectionate as he swats away her helpless hands and yanks the belt open himself.    

“See? Not that fuckin’ hard, was it?” he mutters out as his thumb slips out of her mouth before he’s pulling himself out. And even if he’s not even fully hard yet, and she’s seen it more times than she can count, she’s still mesmerized by the sight— eyes rounding out while she simply stares as if she’s under some spell.    

“You’re so pretty,” she blinks at him, eyes moony.    

“Still not tired of seein’ it, huh?”   

She shakes her head.   

And since she’s not wearing any pants (as usual), he only has to tug the fabric of her underwear to the side in order to reveal her messy cunt.    

“Ray…” she whines when he merely smears the drippy head over her folds; thudding it against her clit to get her to whimper some more.  

“Hm? Want it inside? Wha’s the magic word?” he looks at her with something amused twinkling in his eyes.   

“Please. Dad, it hurts,” she sniffles, desperately trying to rub against him in an attempt to alleviate the ache.    

“Hurts? Think you bein’ a little dramatic, no?” he lets out a breathy chuckle, making her huff out in frustration.   

“M’not, Ray, please, need you so bad,” wet droplets stain her cheeks while she tries to uselessly blink them away.    

“Shh, s’okay. Dad’s bein’ mean again, isn’t he? M’sorry, baby, I’ll give you what you want, yeah?” his voice is a deep rumble before he’s finally tucking the tip into her weepy cunt, causing both of them to moan in tandem when she practically sucks him in— his fingerprints denting the skin of her thighs when he aids her movements to his liking.   

“Yeah? That what you wanted? Always such a tight fuckin’ fit, huh?” he grunts against her mouth; hips meeting hers halfway as he stuffs himself deeper.  

“Mm, I love you,” she whimpers— practically feeling him in her guts as his cock pokes at the spongy spot inside her while his big hands help situate her on top of him, and she thinks this might just be heaven on earth.

[sematarygirls]

⠀     ⠀   ♯┆Rafe Loves Your New Lotion.ㅤ  ۪ ୧

ᰋ. ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎he's such a softie‎ ‎ : ‎‎ ‎ ‎WARNINGS . . . fluff, sexual comments.   ̼ ₊

"Yeah, baby, bend over a lil' more for me," Rafe's voice came from his place propped up on his bed, watching you intently through the open bathroom door as you stood in panties and one of Rafe's t-shirts with one leg up on the bathtub, applying some body butter.

"Oh, quit being such a perv," you rolled your eyes, rubbing the thick substance thoroughly into your skin. You'd just went shopping—with Rafe's black Amex, of course—and picked up a bunch of new body care in new scents. You smelled absolutely divine, and your skin was as soft as ever already.

He groaned, flopping back dramatically. "Just come to bed already. Didn't you already put shit on your legs?" He complained—which he'd been doing since you'd gotten in the shower and denied him entry with you.

"That was body lotion. This is body butter," you explained, straightening up and applying it to your arms.

"Christ, you women and your products. What's the fuckin' difference?" He scoffed. You gave him a shrug in response. You didn't really know the difference or if using both made any difference at all, but you liked the routine of it all, taking care of yourself and basking in the rewards felt nice.

"Dunno," you said, turning off the bathroom light and walking into the bedroom. "But I like it."

"Fuckin' finally," Rafe mumbled, grabbing you when you got close enough and pulling you onto his lap. His entire demeanor changed the moment you entered his space, his face lighting up as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of you. "Goddamn, you smell fuckin' amazing," he groaned, burying his face in your neck and making you giggle.

"Not complaining now, huh," you rolled your eyes playfully, a smile on your lips as he ran his hands over your exposed skin, clearly enjoying the soft, smooth feel.

"Shut up," he mumbled, pressing a kiss right below your ear as he squeezed your thighs. "Fuck, baby, you smell like heaven. And your skin is so soft," he murmured, spreading your thighs apart slightly and running his hands down them slowly. "Jesus. No wonder you put half a fuckin' pharmacy on yourself." He teased, making you laugh again.

"I'm glad you like it," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a quick kiss, already knowing that it was going to be nearly impossible to get Rafe to keep his hands to himself with this new regimen you had going. He was already obsessed with you, but now? Now, he was utterly addicted.

[fear-is-truth]

BF!RAFE CAMERON TAKING YOUR VIRGINITY

mature content ; mdni ┆smut

oh, rafe knew you’d be tight—he’d fantasised about it, spent too many nights stroking himself to the thought of stretching you open, making you take him inch by inch—but fuck, this is something else entirely. you’re trembling beneath him, soft little gasps catching in your throat as he works himself inside, inch by agonizing inch. and he’s watching you, drinking in every shiver, every sharp inhale, every flutter of your lashes as you try to take all of him.

“fuck, baby,” he groans. fingers dig into your hips, steadying you, holding you in place as if he’s afraid you’ll try to pull away. but you don’t. no, you whimper and squirming just a little, and the way your walls clench down on him makes his mind go blank. he wants to be gentle. he really does. but you’re so warm, so tight, so fucking perfect wrapped around him that it takes everything in him not to just stab himself into you and fuck you properly.

“too much?” his voice is strained, a thread away from snapping. you shake your head, eyes glazed, lips parted, and he swears he almost busts right there.

she’s mine.

the thought sears through him like a brand, like he’s carving himself into you with every slow, deep thrust. and that’s exactly what he wants—to ruin you, to make sure you never forget this, never forget him. he wants you to feel him tomorrow, to carry the imprint of his touch in every step and ache, in lingering warmth between your thighs.

“good girl,” he rasps, dragging his lips down your throat, tasting the heat of your skin, the sweat beading there. his hand slides down, fingers finding the sensitive bundle of nerves between your thighs, and you cry out, body arching into him. oh, he loves that sound. loves how your hands scrabble at his back, leaving scratches he’ll wear with pride.

[poguehearted77]

Winter's Chance

Summary: It's Rafe's turn to have your son for the weekend, but it seems the weather wants you to spend the holidays together.

--Finally some Baby Daddy Rafe

With delicate rubs to your son's tummy, you desperately tried to get him to calm down with soft pleads and overeager soothing. He'd been fussing all day, so much that you'd called the doctor to make sure everything was okay.

They simply reassured you that it may just be a prolonged stage of fussiness. Most babies grow out of it around 4 months which is exactly where Max had just reached a few weeks ago.

Just when he was finally beginning to calm for a moment your ears are filled with the chime of your doorbell. Max picks up his crying as if he had never stopped. Your eyes roll, already knowing who is on the other side of the door.

You gently scooped him up to rest over your shoulder on top of the little binkie you tend to have thrown over your shoulder at all times for moments like this. He was cute, but the spit-up was never pretty and you were always prepared.

Opening the door from a distance you weren't expecting to see Rafe step in partially covered in snow. It distracted you momentarily before Max's cries cut through the shock.

"I know, I know." You whine, gently rocking him, backing away from the cold air that swept against your feet. "Hurry up, and close the door." His eyes roll, "Hello to you too." He closes the door and stomps off the snow from his boots before stepping out of them and hanging up his jacket.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing? This is just a pick-up, then you can have fun trying to calm him down at your place." Rafe stands still, his thumb gesturing to the door behind him, "You haven't seen the news, have you? They're closing the roads, so we're snowed in. The only reason I made it here is because of the suspension on my truck."

Your face turns sour and Max continues to cry.

"So why did you come in the first place if you knew you wouldn't be able to make it back?" He ignores your question for the most part, "Relax, baby. As excited as you are to see me, I didn't come for you. I came for my son. There he is," Rafe's expression lights up as he reaches for Max and takes him out of your hold.

"Rafe you can't just take him and expect him to calm-"

For the first time in seven hours, silence consumes the room. No more screams and tearful cries. "You've got to be fucking with me," You don't say it loudly, but Rafe still hears.

"Guess he was just missin' his daddy, huh? Isn't that right, Max?" Rafe's tone is playful as he pokes at Max's tummy which elicits tiny giggles and the brightest smile you'd seen all day.

You walk away, headed towards the kitchen. Not sure why you were moving so fast, Rafe was hot on your heels. "It's not your fault, it's probably just been a long day-" He finally shuts the fuck up with his smug remarks when he hears a soft cry, "Y/n," Your name rolls off his tongue, tender and sweet. "Baby, what's wrong?" Effortlessly, he supports Max with one hand while he reaches to turn you so you're facing him.

Your eyes are filled with tears, lips quivering ever so slightly and he knows what's coming. He's seen you like this more times than he can count. He takes you under his arm, your cheek pressed to his chest and you break down, muttering into the fabric of his hoodie.

He comforts you with a big hand rubbing your back, soothing you the way he learned from those parenting books that he swear he never read. "It's so hard, Rafe." Is all you manage to say through broken cries for the first five minutes before you're pushing off him, expression more angry than upset? "He was crying all day, and the second you walk in, he's perfectly fine."

Rafe's lips frown, puzzled. "And that's a bad thing?--"

"Yes! Why do you get to be Superman?!" Earlier, the sound of a pin drop would disturb Max from calming, but now even your exclamations left him unfazed, as long as he was in Rafe's arms he was unbothered.

As a matter of fact, with a second glance, you notice he'd actually fallen asleep. Just Perfect. Another win for Superman.

He chuckles, leading you both to have a seat on the couch. Your son sleeping soundly in his father's hold. "Well, I think I've got the abs for it." His shit-eating grin spreads across his lips.

"You try carrying a baby in your stomach for nine months, and you tell me if you still have abs after." Subtly, his tongue wets his lips at the memory, "All I remember is how good you looked pregnant. Shit, wanna do it again?" You'd never wanted to hurt someone so badly.

"You're lucky you're holding my son." He scoffs, leaning in slightly as if to speak away from the baby. "I seem to remember the two of us going half on the conception, and a few times after that." You air-swat him and stand, making your way for the stairs. "I'm going to take a nap."

The hours flew by as you finally had your first uninterrupted nap in what felt like years. By the time you woke up, the sun was long gone, and there was a thick layer of fresh snow sitting on your window pane. You headed downstairs and stopped at the bottom of the steps to appreciate the view.

Nothing melted you quite like the sight of Rafe taking care of Max. You hated to admit it, but he was a good dad. A really good one. Hot, too. Rafe held the bottle to Max's lips, murmuring some undistinguishable babbles with a soft smile. Surely speaking a language only the two of them can understand.

"I hope you warmed the bottle before you gave it to him." You say, and he finally notices you standing by the stairs, stalking your way over and sitting beside him.He ignores you, knowing that you're just trying to get under his skin. "You look well rested." He remarks and you sigh with a soft nod. "Yeah, I am actually." He grins to himself, "Must be a miracle to sleep well on that cheap-ass mattress you got up there."

"Sorry, we can't all have premium mattresses." Rafe pulls the bottle back once he realizes Max has had his fill. "Y'know my money is your money right? I give you ten thousand a month but everything I have is yours, too." Standing him up on his lap first, Rafe holds the baby over his shoulder, gently patting his back.

"Well, I don't need to live in a fifteen thousand sq ft house to be happy unlike you." He shakes his head slowly, his gaze falls on you, somber. "I seem happy to you? I don't give a shit how big my place is. It's always going to be empty without you two in it... " He trails off, alluding there's more to come.

"Rafe.. What are you saying?"

"Move in with me, again." Your head shakes before you sputter profuse denials, "No, Rafe, we can't we tried that before remember? We don't get along. Technically, we're not even together." The conversation is briefly interrupted by a small gurgled burp on Max's behalf.

Rafe leans down to place a drowsy Max in his rocker in front of the couch before sitting back up. "Things were different then, we were eighteen. I can't do the back-and-forth anymore. Don't you wanna wake up in the morning, see that Max is taken care of and I'm making you breakfast, then we go back to bed and I take care of you? Huh?" He hums, his voice igniting sparks along the length of your neck as he nosed along it.

"Rafe.." your voice is shaky, feeling the heat from the discussion.

"Whadd'ya say, hm?" You reflect, having Rafe stay with you today, in just a few short hours you'd been able to take a break, he held you when you cried like he always did. You'd hardly even fought. Though that was no surprise, the two of you fought considerably less ever since Max came into the picture.

"Okay, yes." You can feel the lines from his smile stretch against your jaw just before he begins to pepper kisses on your cheek. "Y'know, we made the world's cutest baby ever right?" You smile, both your gazes focused on the little one before you.

"He's got your eyes, for sure." Rafe states and you giggle, "You're just saying that because they're brown." He sits up straight, heartfully disagreeing. "I'm not. They're the same eyes that I fell in love with when I first laid my eyes on you, and the same ones that humbled me when they looked up at me for the first time in the NICU."

His words were touching. You're seeing a whole new side of him. Not the usually hot-headed and impulsive man you were used to. This one was sweeter, softer, and more sincere.

You reeled him in for the first kiss, his lips soft as they pressed against yours, his hands confidently holding you at your waist. "Ah, I see you're taking me up on my previous offer. Let's go for a girl this time, yeah?" He grins, and you pinch him.

[rotapathetic]

͏͏͏✧ ྅ ˚ . ᯇ * cooking with TWITCH STREAMER!RAFE ۫ : . 🎧

❝she’s lucky i guess❞ : bold text is stream chat! 💬

STREAMER who includes you in everything he does cooking stream

rafe leaned his elbows on the counter top, eyebrows furrowed, reading the chat. “you guys are no help. i said i think i did something wrong and you’re telling me to doordash instead.”

user: what are we supposed to do!! user: valid option user: well you’re the one ignoring my chats trying to HELP you

rafe pointed a finger at the screen, mock talking to the chatter directly. “you said three times to start over. i’m not taking your advice.”

rafe moved away from the camera, looking back to his pan of sauce for the pasta. he looked to you sitting at the island behind the camera. “it’s seriously a color i don’t think it should be.”

you smiled at him, knowing exactly where he messed up. “add more cream, rafe.” his eyes widened, turning to the camera. “she’s so smart.”

user: no actually what would he do without her user: what did she say

rafe moved to do exactly that, but some of the sauce splashed up onto his shirt. rafe sighed, looking down to his shirt. you were already on your way to his room to grab a change for him.

rafe turned around, showing the viewers the mess. “and if i rage quit?”

user: take it off!! user: haha

“mods, find that user’s family for laughing at me.” he responded, dabbing at the spot.

he looked up when he saw you come back into the room with a new shirt. you went to hand it to him then walk off, when rafe grabbed your hand, pulling you in front of him, your back to the camera.

you went to ask what was wrong when rafe started changing his shirt, you blocking the view.

user: DANGIT user: well!! user: lucky her i guess

you let out a little laugh, rafe moving your arms up to block out more of him. when he finished, he grabbed your waist to keep you facing forward, taking a step to the side so you could look at the food.

“is it done? i’m only serving this to you if you approve.” he asked. you grabbed the spoon on the side, taking a taste. you nodded, letting out a little hum. “you did great, ’m so proud.” you kissed his cheek with a smile, walking off to sit back down.

user: we got a side profile guys user: been knew she’s pretty user: we’re being fed girlfriend content 🙏

rafe poured the pasta in, giving it a moment to coat, turning back around to read the chat. “and you guys said i couldn’t do it.”

user: bro she helped pipe down

[kissmaybank]

EX BOYFRIEND!RAFE

ex boyfriend!rafe who refuses to move on. in his mind, you're still his and he won't let that go. no matter why the two of you split, he doesn't want any other girl. to him, no one comforts him the same, cusses him out when he's being crazy, and he knows no other man will ever come close. still calling you his "princess," picking you up for parties, and showing you off to everyone like you were still dating.

ex boyfriend!rafe still buying you shit—whatever you want, he'll buy it. not because he thinks it'll win you back, he loves seeing you in things that he got for you; makes him feel like he still has some sort of control over you. no other girl would ever receive gifts the way he spoils you—new bags, heels, the finest jewelry, all of it. rafe even had the audacity to gift you a necklace with his initials engraved in it, and knew you were still hooked on him the moment he seen you wear it. rafe especially loves getting your nails done—he chooses the color, length and everything, just to see what looks prettiest wrapped around his cock when he shows up to your house for sex.

ex boyfriend!rafe always lurking wherever you are, almost like he's stalking (even though he won't call it that—he know's he's obsessed). every party you attend, even if he shows to your house unannounced, he's always around. it's no secret how irresistible you'd always been, rafe's blood boiling anytime he fights off other men from trying to speak to you—and if you'd always known anything, it's that rafe didn't care about being violent, if it meant having you to himself then it'd be worth it. watching you flip your hair, giggle as your cheeks flushed and hips swayed in whatever mini dress you wore, appearing silent yet deadly when he'd snaked his arm around your waist like a claim.

ex boyfriend!rafe smug since he knows you won't hesitate to fuck him if he just asks. anytime, any day, you're easy to crack through in his eyes. all he has to do is show up smelling like cedar-wood and whiskey, speaking in that low, rough voice, and that signature, smug smirk he always gave—you'd melt right into his arms, and right onto his dick, like always.

always a quick text saying something like, "let me in pretty girl." even when you roll your eyes, your feet never fail to carry you across the floor. though, you didn't stand a chance anyways—the way he looked at you, smirking as his gaze burned down your figure. "missed me?"

arms crossed, you stared right back into his piercing, ocean colored eyes. "far from it rafe..."

"yeah, yeah, whatever...go upstairs and wait on me."

and you listened.

ex boyfriend!rafe who will always want you at the end of the day. he never misses a birthday, christmas, and even the date of your anniversary. rafe had always been someone you'd depend on. you knew he'd always defend you from creeps, comfort you whenever you weren't feeling your usual self, and you always did the same for him.

[rafesteddy]

Ｂｉｒｔｈｄａｙ Ｂｌｕｒｂ Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎…

DarkDILF!Rafe | "if you keep teasing me like that, i'm going to ruin you.” (7/10/2025)

FratFightClub!Rafe | “your hands are shaking... here let me do it.” (7/10/2025)

DILF!Rafe | "tell me to stop." *silence* "didn't think so."

Frat!Rafe | "you want me. you just don't want to want me" & “look me in the eyes when you lie to me like that”

MLB!Rafe | "i can feel your heartbeat. is that for me?"

DILF!Rafe | “do it. touch me like you hate me.”

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼

[rafeysvenicebitch]

nba!rafe x shy!babydoll!reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

cw: fluff!!

You were walking across the plaza, feeling cute and confident in your favorite heels, those delicate blush-pink stilettos that matched your outfit perfectly. But then—snap!

Your heel broke.

You froze, then looked down at your mangled shoe and felt a sharp sting of frustration. You bit your lip, trying to hold it together, but the tears just spilled over. The paparazzi swarmed instantly, flashing cameras catching your upset face.

“Ugh, my favorite shoes…” you whined, sniffing and wiping at your cheeks as your voice cracked a little.

Rafe appeared in an instant, his brow furrowed with concern. Without hesitation, he scooped you up effortlessly into his arms, cradling you like the delicate babydoll he always did.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he murmured gently, carrying you toward the nearest shoe store.

Inside, he helped you pick out a fresh, equally gorgeous pair. You tried one on and smiled shyly at him.

“Better?” he asked, grinning.

“Much,” you nodded, feeling a little better already.

But the night wasn’t over yet. Rafe pulled you by the hand to the Starbucks next door. He ordered your favorite caramel macchiato—extra whipped cream, just how you liked it.

Sitting close in the cozy corner booth, your fingers intertwined, Rafe whispered, “Next time, leave the fancy shoes at home, alright? I’m here to catch you.”

You giggled, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling safe and loved despite the chaos around you.

Taglist: @harkovsangel @cameronsbabydoll @vogueprincess @drtyelvisfantasy @strawberries-and-lots-of-kisses @memoirofasparklemuff1n

[hauntedfawnn]

۶♡ৎ Ex!Boyfriend!Rafe Eating Your Ass ۶♡ৎ

Cheating (not on reader), ass eating, fingering, choking, hair pulling, daddy kink, spit kink, anal, possessiveness, Rafe and reader are low key toxic for each other 18+MDNI!

(I read this fic by @novashelby and it had me really thinkin bout ass eating so shout out to her for thaaaat)

“I knew you fuckin’ missed me, baby.” You can hear the smirk on Rafe’s voice even if you can’t see it. He has you face down on his expensive sheets with his large hand pressing the side of your head into the mattress. “You might not want to admit it, but how wet your pussy is for me, says it all.”

Rafe chuckles as he kneels behind you, running his fingers through your dripping folds. You hate that he’s right, you always end up bent over for him no matter how many times you tell yourself it’s the last time. He always pulls you back.

“You know you can’t stay away from me. You always come runnin’ back for more.” Rafe dips the tips of his fingers into your dripping cunt before running his wet fingers on your clit. He teases your pussy with his thumb, letting you get lost in the pleasure long enough to pull it away from you and land a harsh smack on your clit. It makes you squeal and try to close your legs on instinct but Rafe keeps them open with his knee. “It’s cause you know that lil boyfriend of yours will never fuck you like I do.”

“You don’t know anything about him-“ Rafe lands another harsh smack on your pussy and laughs at the way you squirm and squeal.

“Yeah? I know if he was keeping you satisfied you wouldn’t be bent over like a fuckin’ whore for me.” He smacks your pussy again, this time following it with a spank so hard on your ass you’re sure it left an immediate handprint. “Plus you’re drippin’ f’me.”

Rafe runs the tips of his fingers along your pussy, wetting them with your juices. He traces your lips and your clit before sliding his hand up to your asshole and circling it with his pointer finger. “Bet you don’t let him play with your ass, do you, baby? This hole is just for daddy, right?”

“Raaafe, Shut up.” You whine into the mattress, embarrassed by the truth in his words. You told your new boyfriend you weren’t into anal when the truth was you just weren’t into it with anyone that wasn’t Rafe. There’s a lot of things you only trust him to do and that’s why you can’t give him up. He’s so fucking toxic but he fucks you like he loves you and hates you all in the same vein and it’s like you’re addicted to him. Rafe spanks you with his free hand, pulling a little yelp from you that makes his cock jump.

“Drop the fuckin’ attitude, doll. That shit might fly with your gamer bitch boy boyfriend, but that’s not how we do things around here.” He spanks you again before thrusting two fingers knuckle deep inside you. He curls them just right, he always knew how to work you like you were his favorite toy. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Rafe grabs the globe of your ass with his other hand, pulling you open for him. He leans down and lets a line of spit drip from his mouth directly onto your asshole. “Miss this sexy little ass, you gonna let me eat it from the back, for old times sake?”

“You’re lucky to even have me in your bed-“ Rafe pulls his fingers from inside you to wrap his hand around your throat and pull you up against his chest.

“Nah, that’s not how we’re gonna play it, princess.” Rafe grits into your ear. “We both know you want it, so just admit it. Say ‘yes daddy I want you to eat my ass and treat me like the whore I am.’ Say it or I won’t fuckin’ touch you.”

“Fuck, please?” Rafe’s hand tightens on your throat as he leans down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. The pain sends a jolt straight to your already throbbing pussy.

“That’s not what I said, is it? Beg slut, beg me to eat your pathetic little asshole.” You can feel Rafe’s sinister smirk against your skin and you hate that you’re going to do exactly what he says because you aren’t leaving here without it.

“Please eat my ass daddy? Please? I’ll be so good, I’m sorry for having a bad attitude.” You pout your lips and look over your shoulder at him and god if you didn’t want him to touch you so bad you would probably punch that smug look right off his beautiful face.

“That’s my girl.” Rafe snickers before pushing your head back into the mattress. He grips onto your asscheeks, pulling them apart and spitting onto your hole again. The warm liquid drips down your pussy and onto your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. He rubs his thumb in little circles around your hole, pushing it in every so slightly and then he leans down and licks from your clit all the way to your asshole. “Missed this ass so bad, you gotta stop depriving me, baby.”

Rafe mumbles into your pussy as he runs his tongue back down your clit before laying it flat and running it across your asshole. He licks you greedily, sliding his tongue between your cheeks and teasing your pussy. He circles your ass with his tongue and then pokes it inside you, flicking it in your tight walls.

“Oh fuck.” You moan into the sheets as Rafe fucks your ass with his tongue. He switches between circles and flicks of it inside of you, making you drip with his spit as your pussy clenches around nothing. And almost as if he can read your mind Rafe slides his fingers into your dripping cunt, thrusting them in and out of you at a brutal pace. His thumb finds your clit and it makes your eyes roll back. “God I’m gonna come already, daddy.”

“Mmm, there’s my obedient little slut. Come for me.” Rafe groans into your ass before shoving his tongue as far deep inside of it as it can go. One of his big hands spreads you open while the other finger fucks you, bullying your sweet spot. His thumb finds your clit and that’s all it takes to have you clawing the sheets and clenching around his fingers.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming, oh it’s so good, daddy.” You grind your ass back against him as your orgasm wracks your entire system. Rafe fucks you through it before pulling back and admiring the view.

“Would ya look at that.” Rafe grips onto your ass and pulls it apart so he can watch your cum drip down your thighs, his spit dripping down your crack and mixing with it. His finger circles your asshole before dipping inside to the second knuckle. “You gonna let me fuck your ass, baby? Need to feel you squeezing my fuckin’ dick.”

“Yeah fuck, yes.” You’re so far gone you aren’t even ashamed of how quickly you agree. Rafe rubs his hand on your pussy, wetting it with your juices before bringing it to his cock and using it as lube. He jerks himself a few times as he spits on your ass again and brings his finger to your hole, shoving it all the way in. “Oh my godddd.”

“Oh fuck, you’re so fuckin’ tight. You really aren’t letting him play with this ass, huh? It’s all mine?” Rafe chuckles as he presses a second finger into you and thrusts them in and out of you slowly, opening you up for him. “S’gonna feel so good, goddamn.”

“Please.” You don’t even care if it hurts, you just want to feel him inside you. “Fuck me.” You wiggle your ass and arch your back even further, practically presenting yourself to him like a bitch in heat. Something in Rafe snaps in that moment and he brings his cock to your asshole and presses the head inside.

“Oh fuckin’ shit, baby, so tight.” Rafe groans as he brings his hand to your clit and rubs circles on it, the pleasure distracting from the burning stretch of his cock. He spits on you again before pressing halfway in and pulling out again. When he presses back in this time he slams his entire dick into your ass and it nearly knocks the wind out of you.

“Oh god.” You whine and writhe beneath him, your body subconsciously trying to run away from the stinging pleasure.

“Where you goin’? Huh? Fuckin’ take it.” Rafe wraps his arm around your middle, locking you in place. His hand on your clit slides up between the dripping folds of your cunt before he presses two of them into you and thrusts them in and out of you time with the pumps of his cock.

“Fuck, I feel so full, daddy.” You’re practically limp beneath him as you drool into the mattress. “Fucking use me.”

“Use you? Oh baby, I’m gonna do more than that.” Rafe pulls his cock out of you to the tip before slamming it back into you and repeating the action. “I’m gonna fill this ass, then I’m gonna send your pathetic little boyfriend a picture of it. Wanna know the best part?”

“Hmm?” You’re so fucked out you that you don’t even fully process his words, blindly agreeing as long as he keeps fucking you like this.

“You’re.” Thrust. “Gonna.” Thrust. “Fuckin’ let me.” Thrust. “Aren’t you, princess?”

“Uh-huh. Oh fuck.” Rafe’s thumb finds your clit just as he pumps deep into your ass, his fingers curl against your sweet spot, and it has euphoria washing over you. “God, I’m coming again.”

“Yeah, that’s my good girl, give daddy your cum.” When your pussy stops spasming around his fingers he pulls them out and uses his opposite hand to yank onto the back of your hair. He pulls your head back and brings his wet fingers to your lips. “Taste yourself.”

He shoves them into your mouth as the hand on your hair yanks hard. You swirl your tongue around his digits with a moan as you lick your juices from his skin. He pulls them from your mouth with a pop before giving your hip a bruising grip and using your hair for leverage as he fucks your ass harder than before. Skin slaps against skin and the groans leaving Rafe are nearly animalistic.

“Gonna fill this slutty little ass with my cum, tell me you want it.” Rafe’s thrusts grow harder and sloppier by the second and you can tell he’s close so you clench around his cock.

“I want your cum, daddy, fill my ass.” Rafe’s dick twitches inside you as the hand in your hair pushes your head back down into the mattress. He leans his large frame over you as he pumps hard and deep into your ass. All it takes to have his cock bursting inside you is another clench of your walls.

“Yeah, that’s it, slut, take my fuckin’ cum.” Rafe pushes your face into the mattress so hard it cuts off your airflow as he fucks himself through his orgasm. His cock fills you with ropes of his cum and when he pulls out, he takes sick satisfaction in the way it drips out. “Don’t move.”

Even if you wanted to, you’re so fucked out that you’re stuck where you are. Panting on Rafe’s sheets with your ass in the air. You hear rustling behind you before the snap and the flash of a camera go off. It takes your hazy mind a second to process what he’s doing but when you do, you shoot up and turn around.

“Hey! Give me my fucking phone, Rafe!” You squeal as you launch yourself toward him but he just holds it over your head as he types. You manage to get your hands on it right as you hear the sound of a message being sent. You look at the screen in horror as you see the text he sent your boyfriend accompanied by the photo of his cum dripping from your ass. “Are you serious!?”

“Yeah. I am.” Rafe tongues his cheek and runs his hands across his chin as he smirks smugly. “I was tired of watching you pretend you liked that loser just to piss me off. Now he knows who really owns your little ass.”

“Ugh, fuck you!” You huff and slap his chest but he just grabs your hand and brings it to his lips.

“Pretty sure you just did, baby. But if you wanna go for a second round…” Rafe licks his lips as his eyes roam your naked body.

“No. I’m leaving.” You try to turn away from him but Rafe grips onto your shoulders, holding you in place.

“Nah. Lay your ass down, I miss that fuckin’ pussy. You’re not going anywhere.” Rafe grips onto your throat and pulls your face inches from his. “You’re mine and you know it. So stop playin’ your little games, I’m over it.”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You groan as you throw yourself back on his plush pillows. You’re not leaving. And you both know it.

Tagging mooties: @rafescorpsebride @rafesheaven @rafescvntyclubgf @eerielamb @that-sarcastic-writer @moonlightseranade 🤍

Divider by @anitalenia

[rafescherie]

✮⋆˙ a little dry humping never ruined a friendship.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. bsf!rafe x bsf!reader. dry humping, dirty talk & praise.

cherie's note — based off of this tweet!

your hips rolled against his like this was normal — like you weren't even thinking, and this was all just instinct. thighs straddling his lap, his large hands guiding your movements in rhythm with his. rafe's mouth was on you like he was starving — like he had anticipated this moment for years.

his back was slouched against his headboard, head tipped just enough for you to take what you wanted: sloppy kisses, open mouths, gasping against each other when the heat surged too fast. your lips slid against his like you owned them, tongue teasing until he groaned into you, that deep, guttural sound that vibrated straight to your core.

you could feel him under you — hot and hard through the thin material of his boxers, one of the only two things acting as a barrier in this moment— flimsy fabric, and a label you were dangerously close to ignoring.

best friends. nothing more.

"jesus," he muttered, breath ragged, hands gripping your waist with determination, fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt like he needed to feel every inch of your skin. "you feel so good on me, baby."

a broken, throaty whine tore from your lips, raw and unrestrained, your chest rising and falling in frantic, shallow breaths. your eyes fluttered shut as your hips moved on their own, chasing friction like it was the only thing keeping you alive. every slow grind dragged your soaked panties across the thick, throbbing bulge straining against his boxers — each pass nudging your swollen clit with aimed precision. the wet heat between your thighs was unbearable, your need slick and shameless, seeping through the fabric that felt far too thin to separate you from what you really wanted.

"you're soaking through your panties... fuck, baby. you feel that?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes — his pupils blown wide, mouth swollen from kissing.

his words hung in the air, and for a second, the tension was almost suffocating. you could feel the heat creeping on your face, a mix of embarrassment and guilt. you swallowed hard, biting your lip to keep from responding too quickly, but your body couldn't lie.

"shut up," you whispered, your voice low, almost pleading. you didn't know if you were telling him to stop, or trying to distract yourself from the growing feeling in your stomach. but your hips still moved, still rocked, against the pressure of him beneath you, betraying every word you tried to say.

rafe smirked, but his eyes were still locked on you, unreadable — dangerous. "i'm hardly doing anything, sweetheart," he muttered, his voice rough, a little shaky. his hands glide against the skin of your waist, goosebumps rising in their path. "you're the one who can't stay still."

the taste of copper in your mouth was undeniable — teeth biting down on your bottom lip, hands gripping his shoulders in attempt of stability, trying to keep steady — trying desperately to keep yourself together. "you're one to talk — whose idea was it for me to sit in your lap, ray?"

rafe's gaze faltered down to where you were both pressed together, lips parting like he was going to say something, but he didn't. instead, he gripped your hips again, guiding your movements, slow and deliberate, just enough to make your breath hitch in your throat.

the pressure was building, slow and unbearable, like the air itself was too thick to breathe — suffocating. each grind of your hips against his sent a shock to your shaking body, tightening everything within you.

rafe's breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling under you, his blue eyes half-lidded watching you with a hunger you couldn't ignore. "fuck, you're close, huh?” he muttered, his voice thick with need, the words pulling something deep from within you.

"come on," rafe coaxed, his voice rough, low. "let go, baby. let me watch you come undone."

each roll of your hips made the pressure at your core spike higher, sharper. you were so close — until, finally, something snapped. the words sent a wave of heat crashing over you, the combination of his touch and his filthy praise pushing you to the edge. you gasped, nails digging into his chest, hips rutting harder against rafe, desperate for that release.

he lets out a sharp, unmistakable whimper, hot spurts of his own cum coating the soaked fabric of your lace panties, sticky strings of his release mixing with the wet mess between your folds.

for a moment, the air is thick with something undeniable — hot, heavy panting, chests heaving against one another as you both blink in astonishment, then break into soft, methodical laughter at the predicament you’ve found yourselves in.

"we're supposed to be—"

"friends?" he laughs, catching his breath, gaze flickering down towards where your messy cunt presses persistently against his crotch, "yeah, keep sitting on me like that and say it again."