#sub!drew

[readerlovr]

I’ll take care of you

Pt 1

Warnings: NSFW, Sub!Drew, dom!reader, masturbation (female), handjob, P in V smut, edging, overstimulation, 18+

You pull Drew out of the building and he follows you like a stray puppy. You get in the car after you find out that Drew had a valet drive the car from the helicopter pad where you took off to the landing pad where you landed. The valet wasn’t quite ready to pick you guys up yet given you didn’t use the full estimated time of the picnic because you ate Jack shit. But you didn’t mind because you were teasing Drew all over again trying to gain his stamina back up. And it very much worked. By the time you got in the car his bulge was so big that he couldn’t hide it. Y’all’s place was quite a ways away from where you were, and you just couldn’t wait.

“You look so sexy baby.” You whisper to Drew in his ear after you take your seatbelt off.

“Baby.” He whines. “Come on, I’m driving.”

You don’t care. You start kissing his neck and going up till you reach behind his ear which is his sweet spot. He jerks away from you, trying to get away from the pleasure while he’s driving, but he doesn’t say anything. You grab his head to hold him in place as you start your attack behind his ear again. You can tell he tries to hold back his moans for as long as he can but once you placed your hand right over his package, he moaned loudly and jerked in his seat a bit which caused him to slam on the breaks a little harder than usual. You giggle at his actions as you massage him down there for a couple more seconds before you pull your hand back and sit in your seat. He takes a minute to compose himself mentally before he looks at you and shakes his head.

“You’re going to be the death of me, love.”

You smile to yourself.

“Oh come on. I was just having fun. I like making you feel good.” You say in a sweet voice.

“I know you do baby. But we have to survive this car ride home first.”

You chuckle at his comment.

“Fine, I won’t touch you for the rest of the ride.”

“Thank you.” He responds with a sweet smile.

“I’ll just touch myself.”

His face immediately drops. In an instant you’re pulling up your skirt and pushing down your underwear. Even though he just made you cum no longer than 20 minutes ago, you could go multiple rounds with Drew. But you’re doing this because he loves to watch you. It’s drives him crazy.

“Baby please. We might actually crash.” He says taking quick glances at your exposed flower.

“I trust you won’t let that happen handsome.”

He let out a frustrated whine as he knew he wasn’t winning this one. You took two of your middle fingers and sucked on them. When they were nice and lubricated you slowly traveled them down your body, giving his peripheral view a show. Once you’re at your core you rub your fingers on your clit, and you moan loudly.

“Mmm baby. I can’t wait to make you feel good just like I’m making myself feel good. Hurry up and get us home please.”

“Doing the best I can Y/n.” He says tight lipped.

You keep circling your clit until you feel like you’re wet enough. Once you feel your wetness, you stick your fingers in. You gasp at the feeling. You start going in and out slowly. It’s quiet in the car except for the sounds of other cars outside, so you both heard you making a mess so clearly. And he loved how filthy it sounds. He can’t help but to fully look over at your actions. He parts his lips in awe and he pants through his mouth. He’s so hot. He could make you cum just by looking at him.

“Like what you see baby?”

He dumbly nods as if he has not control over his body. He looks about ready to get on his hands and knees to eat you.

“Eyes on the road baby. Since you were so worried about it before.” As you move your fingers faster so the squelching sound of your core gets quicker. He looks in his rear view and his side mirror, and you know he’s thinking to pull over.

“Don’t pull over.” You say just as he touched the blinker.

“Why?” He whines.

“Because once I’m done having my way with you, you’d be too exhausted to drive baby.”

He clenched his jaw trying to keep his composure once again, but you just go faster. The faster you go the louder you moan.

“Baby girl please, you’re going to make my cum in my pants again.” He says as he palms himself. You love teasing him, however you can’t have him cumming just yet. So against your better judgment you decide to stop teasing him.

“Okay baby. I’ll stop.”

You pull your fingers out and he immediately turns to you with his mouth open. You gladly gave him what he wanted as he sucked off all of you off your fingers. He moans around your fingers.

“Thank you baby.”

You stay in your seat and check him out the entire ride back. As soon as we were in the neighborhood. You attacked him with so many kisses. Neck, face, jaw, ears. He pulled into the driveway and parks. You can feel his energy switch from having to hold back to letting it all loose. He grabs your hair and kisses you back with full force. He sticks his tongue in your mouth and moans in your mouth.

“Can we go inside now?” He asked.

“Of course baby.” You both unbuckle your seatbelt as you basically race to the door. And soon as you get in you immediately slam him into the door and kisses him. He hums into the kiss and grabs both of your thighs. He does this to you telling you to jump so he could carry toy but you deny him this time.

“No baby, it’s time for me to make you feel good. Let’s go upstairs.” You take his hand as he follows you upstairs.

Once you get in the bedroom you close the door. You drag Drew to the bed and push him on top of it. His legs are still dangling off so you straddle his lower stomach as you lean down to kiss him. While kissing you back, he sits up causing you to slide down to be seated on his crotch. He moans at the immediate contact. You move your hips back and forth to make him moan louder which he does.

“Come on Y/n stop teasing.”

“It’s our engagement night baby, I can tease you for as long as I want.”

He took strained exhale as you circle his crotch harder than you did the last time. But ultimately you decide it’s enough teasing for your own sake.

You get off his lap as you help him take off his shirt and pants.

“Lay close to the headboard, baby.”

He listens immediately. You love when Drew’s subby side comes out. He’s so cute that you can’t help but give him what he wants. You give him a show by striping down to your underwear and straddling him. You once again grind yourself down on him. And he jerks his whole body and huffs out a moan as his hands comes to your hips. You take his hands off my hips and place them beside his head and hold them there with your weight as you decided to grind harder and faster.

“Ngh, fuck baby.”

“Feels good, Drew?” You asked just like he asked you in that building. He nods his head unwilling to comprehend words. He looks so hot right now, just taking whatever you give him and he doesn’t even complain. You get off and pull his underwear down and his dick springs out and slaps his stomach. He shuts his eyes in anticipation of what you were going to do. By the time you completely got his underwear off for him he already created a pool of precum on his stomach. You grab his dick from the base and lick his stomach clean. He looks down at you in awe. You come back up facing him, still holding the base of his dock in your hands. He stares up at you with his big blue eyes waiting for you to do something. So you do. You don’t warm him up by going slow, you go straight into jack hammer mode. His precum is creating perfect lube for you as it’s constantly leaking out.

He shouts so loudly from being caught off guard. He squirms his hips and shakes his head.

“Mmm baby please!”

“What’s wrong hun?”

“I can’t!”

“You can what baby?” You respond as you keep your pace exactly the same. He moans three times in a row. Before squirming again.

“It’s too much!”

“Too much? We barely got started Drew.”

He’s trying to be good for you. So much. But you are making it so hard for him. You keep jerking him off at the same pace and when his body starts to shake and convulse because of him trying to hold his orgasm back. You stopped.

“You’re doing so good for me Drew.”

He whimpers with his eyes closed. His hands covers his face as he feels like he needs time to recover. You’ve never seen him this subby before. You slid up the bed to meet him at his face. You pry his hands away from his face.

“You okay baby?”

He nods and tries to cover his face again but you stop him.

“Hey, I need you to use words baby.” You say in the softest voice you could manage.

“I’m okay mama. I was just really close to cumming. It took a lot of energy to stop it.”

“Okay, do you want some water?”

He shook his head.

“No, just give me a minute please.”

“Anything for you baby.”

You leaned down to kiss him which he gladly accepts. He says he didn’t want any water but you remembered you have a bottle in the nightstand so you reach over and open the drawer to get it. You tell him to take a sip of it, then you put it back. You kiss him all over his face until he’s ready again.

“Okay I’m ready.” He says after a couple of minutes. You kiss him deeply as you mix your tongues together and moan into eachothers mouths. You pull away to take your underwear off your body.

“You ready for me baby?”

He whimpers and nods before you give him a slight smack to the cheek to remind him to use his words.

“Yes beautiful. I’m ready for you. I always am.”

Without anymore words, you slide right down his dick to the brim. He throws his head back and jerks his hands to almost touch your hips, but caught himself before he could do it.

“Can I touch you baby, please?”

“Not yet baby, be patient.” You say as you push his hands back down to the sides of his face. He moves his hands to grip the headboard so he wouldn’t be tempted. He lets out breathy moans as you fuck him into yesterday. He looks so good that you start feeling too good for your own body. You won’t be able to last long with him being so good all night.

He threw his head back again and moaned louder as you changed the pace.

“That feels good Drew?”

He nods deliriously. “Mhm.” Is the only thing he could salvage. You start riding him faster trying to make him feel good as possible. You leaned down and suckled behind his ear knowing that would drive him crazy. He literally shouted.

“Baby, can I- can I cum?”

“Mm I don’t know Drew. You edged me earlier because you said I was being a tease just because i wanted my crazy attractive, amazing boyfriend to feel good. I think that’s a little mean, don’t you think?” You asked a bit out of breath from your excursions.

“Mmm.” Is all he got out. You know because he used up all of his energy to hold his orgasm back before he doesn’t have the energy to hold it for too long if you keep fucking him. You wait too hear one more loud shout before you pull him out. He lets out a relieved but a breath control exhale.

“Just breathe baby. I got you. It’s okay.” You say before you slid down on his dick again but harder this time.

Drew’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he shakes his head no. He lets in a long inhale, but he lets it out in staggers.

“Breathe baby, it’s okay, you got it.”

He shakes his head again.

“Baby I’m going to cum!” He says in a higher pitched voice than normal.

“It’s okay baby you could cum.”

That’s all he needed for him to let go completely. He lets out a strangled moan as his release sucker punches him in the gut.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The last fuck was drawn out.

You keep fucking him through his orgasm. When he comes down he moves his hands from the headboards trying to stop you, you take his hands again and hold it down with your weight. He can obviously take control if he really wanted to given he was stronger than you but he loved letting you take control.

“Baby it’s too much! I’m too sensitive!”

You poked your lips out at him giving him a mock sad face.

“I know baby. But do you think you could handle it until I cum?”

He rolls his eyes closed and nods.

“Anything for you my love.”

You lean down to kiss him softly. You love this man with all your heart. You pick up the pace a little and he furrows his brows from his sensitivity.

“It’s okay baby, I’m almost there okay.”

He nods. You take your middle fingers and stick them into Drew’s moist and he sucks on them immediately. He knew exactly what you wanted, and he knows you find it so hot when he does that. You take your fingers out his mouth with a pop as you move your fingers to rub your clit. You take your other hand and guide his hand to your body, silently telling him he could touch you now.

From to the way Drew looks to the way he is acting, it’s turning you on so bad, you’re right on the brink of an orgasm. He’s gripping you everywhere, trying to make up for lost time where he couldn’t touch you.

Right when your core starts clenching when you’re close, Drew body starts jerking again. His head thrashed from side to side.

“What’s happening to me?” He whimpers and squeezes your hips so tight you might be bruised in the morning.

You keep going knowing that another orgasm blindsided Drew and he didn’t know he could have orgasms back to back like that. You keep going and you too go over the edge when you hear the most beautiful guttural sound from your fiancé.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.” He chants along with some other things you can’t quite make out. You moan in his ear as you finish your orgasm as well.

You lie on his chest as you both come down. When you come down you notice Drew still have aftershocks of his orgasm. You pull him out of you as he hisses. You could still see small spurts of cum leaving his dick. You look at his whole body in awe right now. Totally fucked out, flushed skin all over, and as you suspected he has no energy at all. He is dozing off by the time you go get cleaned up. You take a washcloth and start to wipe him down. He jerks hard and tries to push your hand away.

“Please, no more.”

“I know baby. It’s over I got to clean you up. I’m sorry.” You kiss his hip in consolation. But that didn’t stop his squirming as you cleaned him.

“Okay all done.”

He holds out his arms for you to cuddle him which you gladly do after throwing the washcloth in the hamper. He lays his head on your chest.

“Goodnight my beautiful fiancé.”

Even after fucking him delirious he still knows what to say.

[thlayli-ra]

hi! just rolling in to say your previous post where you say drew sub bc he looks too good on his knees? thank you so much. my heart stops every time he's on his knees in a match, seriously. his big blue eyes looking up at whoever.... anyway. sub drew agenda 🤧😔

I know it's terrible timing considering what transpired on last night's Raw (and I WILL be posting my thoughts on that soon, I assure you!) but...

Sub Drew Appreciation Post!

[stilitrash]

BRO I rewatched ALL adventure time as an adult and Ice king SURE says some... interesting stuff huh

[shreddies-scribbles]

i’m a bit obsessed with the sub one club

[tinythebunni]

perv!stebro!Rafe Cameron <3

you had to know what you were doing. there was no way you were this fucking dense that you couldn’t see what you were doing to Rafe. walking around in those tiny fucking skirts and thinner than a piece of paper crop tops and baby tees. and you never wore a bra. Rafe was 90% sure you were sent up here by the devil herself to punish him for something. but it really was just the fact his dad happened to wanna fuck your mom more than just as a one night stand.

you always seemed to be tanning outside right when he was about to leave for the country club. as if you were trying to tempt him into staying and fucking you into his mattress and bruising your throat. you wore low cut tops almost everyday and it made him fantasize about leaving hickies there. how you’d whimper and lift your hips to try and get some kind of friction. how you’d try and make him touch you but he wanted to spend his time making you wait. making you feel as insufferable as you acted.

the first thing that made him lose his cool was when you came downstairs while Topper and Kelce were in the living room. now sure Rafe was still getting used to you being in the house with him since the wedding. but you had come downstairs in the tinies bikini top known to man. with a barely there skirt that didn’t even cover the swell of your ass. he was sure his eyes were bugging out of his head.

“nah. who the fuck do you think is letting you out the house like that?” you tried changing his mind, jus bc you really wanted to go to the pier and shop! but he wouldn’t budge.

“you look like a whore, go change. ‘not dealing with bullshit while i’m sober.” you cried all the way up to your bedroom and slammed your door. while Rafe only sat back down in his chair, manspreading and rubbing his jaw.

“jeez man you were kind of harsh” Kelce tried to defend you but he didn’t get far.

“nah y’don’t know the shit i gotta deal with here. fucking teasing me all the time.”

the second time he almost lost his cool was when you decided you were going to go to one of Barry’s parties, which Rafe was not at all gonna let fucking happen.

Barry always threw crazy ragers that basically turned into fucking or orgies all night. you’d never been to one of his parties but Rafe knew some bitch ass little boy probably invited you, trying to get into your panties.

once again you tried your hardest to get him to let you go but he didn’t let up. “not letting you go to some party just so you can get roofied and traumatized for the rest of your life. ‘r too sweet for all of that and i don’t feel like having to kill anyone today.”

you stomped your foot and pouted up at him. “this is so not fair! you’re not even my daddy!”

hearing that name come out of your mouth had Rafe groaning and looking up at the ceiling for some kind of strength to grasp onto, so he didn’t choke you or fuck you against this door. he gave you one last look and reached behind you to lock the door. he could hear your breath hitch as his head was right by yours, locking his eyes onto yours as you heard the click of the lock.

“stay in the house. ‘m not fucking with you bambi.” he chastised, walking back to the couch without even glancing your way. you looked at him a little longer, watch as he palmed himself through his jeans and slid back in the cushions. you let out a sad sound and slouched back upstairs. crying all your pretty heart out into your heart shaped pillow.

the last time, Rafe couldn’t take it anymore. you finally started to notice his attraction to you. and boy were you happy. you’d been wanting to fuck him for months now! fingering yourself and rubbing your clit raw to the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands on you. you were basically in heaven!

Rafe didn’t know what changed but all of a sudden your teasing got more evident. you’d drop the remote and bend over to pick it up, giving him a view of the plump lips you had hidden behind cotton underwear. sometimes you’d leave the bathroom door open so he could see you shower behind the steamy glass.

in the present day you asked him to bake cupcakes with you. something innocent and sweet, what could it hurt? but when you asked him to try it, that’s when it all went downhill. Rafe dipped his finger in the batter and brought it to his lips, sucking the flavor off and deciding if it was done.

“taste perfect bunny, now you try it.” and you did. you looked up at him, taking two steps forward, and grabbed his right wrist. He looked at you with a confused glint in his eyes, as you dipped his finger in the batter and wrapped your lips around it. tenderly kitten licking the tip of it and suckling as you let it pop from between your lips.

“sweet and creamy, just perfect!” you smiled, like a cheshire cat. he only stared at you, pupils blown and cheeks flushed. you began to get a little bit nervous. you wanted to turn around and rgo to your room to sleep for all eternity!

as you frowned and turned to walk away, he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you to him, and as you skidded to a stop he wrapped his hands around your waist and flipped you over his shoulder. he walked away from the oven preheating oven, turning it off of course, and up to his room.

“Rafe what are you doing! come on put me down!” you yelled at him. he only slapped your ass, effectively shutting you up. you felt shame, arousal, and nervousness creep into your gut as you could only watch his backside walk up the stairs and away from the kitchen.

you saw him walk into a room and when he turned around to lock the door, you saw he was in his room. you heard the lock click and felt him start to walk towards the bed, finally putting you down.

“do you know how much self control i’ve wasted trying not to fuck you against every surface of the house, just for you to kiss me in the goddamn kitchen?” he asked pacing with an angry look on his face. you shook your head with your lips parted slightly and eyes glossy. you felt like a bunny in front of an angry wolf. you couldn’t tell if it was sexy, scary, or both.

“i’ve tried so fucking long to convince myself that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t know how much of a fucking nuisance you were. how everytime you walked out the house in those tiny outfits, i’d go up to my room and jerk off to the thought of ripping them off of you.”

you were sure you looked stupid as fuck right now, only glancing up at him between your lashes and biting your lip. “say something bunny. speak up.”

“m sorry.” you whispered, choked up a little. he stopped pacing suddenly and turned to you. kneeling in front of you he brushed the single tear that fell from your eye off your cheek.

“oh baby, i’m not really mad at you. i’m sexually frustrated from the teasing you’ve been doing but i could never be mad at you sweet girl.”

he kissed both your cheeks and held your face in his hands. “lighten up baby. can’t give you what we both want if your sad.” he whispered, making you look up at him with only need in your eyes.

“what we both want?” you asked, albeit dumbly. “don’t play. i know you want me to fuck you. i can hear your moaning through the fucking walls bunny.” he began to mock your moans and whimpers as your whole face turned red and your chest flared with embarrassment. you finally stood up on your tip toes and kissed him. letting your lips collide in a feverish dance.

he kissed you at first, tenderly, tentative even. as if he was scared to break you. but the slight noises you’d let out as he applied pressure slightly made his thoughts go into a frenzy. he couldn’t keep up with his mind. his hands going from your waist, your ass, your neck, your back, and back to your waist.

he walked you backwards until you fell onto the bed where he crawled over you. “is this okay baby?” he asked as he kissed down your tummy between each word. you nodded with slight anxiety from what comes next.

as he slid your skirt up you yelled out a “wait!” he immediately pulled back as if he was burned.

“did i do something?” he asked, slight worry in his eyes.

“no no, not at all!” you replied, relief flooding through his veins. “i just, i haven’t shaved.”

he stared at you like you were dumb. “i don’t give a fuck. baby i’m a grown man, ion care about a little bit of hair.”

he kissed your clit through your panties after dat sentence and slowly pulled the down to your ankles. he tugged them off and wrapped them around your wrist to keep you still.

pulling a leg over each shoulder he licked one long stripe up your slit, kitten licking to wear he saw fit. this was what he was waiting for. drowning between your thighs. he could feel your arousal gushing out of you and mixing with the saliva on his tongue.

he laps at your cunt as if it’s his last meal, savoring everything he can. he’s mumbling gibberish, pussy drunk almost. babbling about how he needs this, how he wants to become full off of your juices and nothing else. he pushes his tongue inside of you and flicks at your g spot with his tongue. it’s a stretch but it’s worth the reaction it pulls out of you.

your back arches and your hands pull at the sheets next to you, looking for something to ground you. Rafe pulls a hand to your hip to hold you down, his dominant one going towards his pants. you can barely register the clink of his belt.

He pulls himself out of his confines and rubs his tip with b his thumb, spreading his precum around as lube. he tugs his cock in tandem with his long and steady licks of your cunt. he cums right before when you do. the groaning and moaning of his orgasm rushing through him vibrates on your cunt, making you hit your peak with a flame alight inside your whole body.

your orgasm rips through you and it’s blinding almost. you come to after he kisses your neck and lets his half hard cock sit on your tummy as he rubs your head trying to get you to come back to him.

“come on sweet girl, don’t tell me you’re sleep.” you drearily respond, barely there. he smiles starting a bath for you, grabbing a snack, and getting ready to take care of his best girl. only you.

[greengoblinswifey]

Consume Me- Rafe Cameron x Kook!Reader

warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex(f receiving) sub rafe kinda.(nth too crazy in this for now)

In the dim glow of Topper's party, Rafe stood like a moth drawn to the flame, watching you laugh, a kook like him but somehow, radiating warmth and light, effortlessly weaving through the crowd, your spirit a wild dance that captivated him. You were everything he wasn’t—free, vibrant, surrounded by friends, yet you remained a mystery, a beautiful enigma who kept your distance from him, tethered to Kelce’s side whenever they would hang out and he would be present.

As the music pulsed, Rafe felt his heart race, each beat echoing in his chest, probably a result of about two lines. The moment you glanced his way, his world shifted; you consumed his thoughts, your essence wrapping around him like ivy, pulling him deeper into infatuation. He was a tangled mess of longing, wishing for just a moment to bridge the gap between your worlds, to be the one who took you home, who had you at his fingertips in more ways than one.

But as the night unfolded he was left standing in the shadows, a silent admirer caught in the whirlwind of your laughter, desperate to break free from his own insecurities. Rafe knew he was entranced, completely lost in your charm, yearning for you to see him not just as Rafe, but as someone worthy of your light.

“Kelce,” you groaned, the strong Vodka beginning to do a number on you, “I’m ready to go home.”

“Well I'm not ready,” he groaned back, nudging you towards Rafe, the shy observer longing to unravel your mystery. “Let Rafe take you.”

You were caught off guard, a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes, a silent plea for companionship in the depths of the night. Rafe, seizing the moment, stepped forward, a glimmer of hope in his gaze, ready to bridge the gap between your worlds, to finally break through the barrier you've unknowingly placed.

“It’s not a problem really,” Rafe said, instinctively rubbing his nose. You rolled your eyes, he’d definitely done a line or two but he seemed capable enough to take you home. Well, what other choice did you have. You couldn’t avoid him forever anyway.

As Rafe guided you through the thrumming crowd, his hand rested gently on your back, the touch electrifying. Inside, a whirlwind of emotions swirled, happiness bloomed in his chest like a flower breaking through the cracks of concrete. After months of longing, he finally got to be near you, to bask in your presence, the princess of the island, radiant and untouchable, yet somehow here beside him.

You’re everything he could ever dream of—rich, vibrant, a kook just like him, yet embodying a kindness and grace that seemed worlds apart from his own struggles. The two of you slipped into his vehicle, the air thick with unspoken words and electric tension. As you entered your address, he stole glances at you, memorizing the way your eyes reflected the streetlights, the way your face softened in the glow of the dashboard.

The journey unfolded in silence, punctuated only by the soft hum of the engine and the distant sounds of the night. You stared out the window, lost in thought, while Rafe wrestled with the words that dance just beyond his reach, each one heavy with the weight of his feelings. He wanted to bridge the chasm between them, to share the thoughts that swirled in his mind, but for now, he simply reveled in the moment, the thrill of being so close to someone so extraordinary.

The gates of your mansion opened, Rafe driving up the driveway, deciding this was the night. You turned to him, your voice soft yet unexpected, "Do you want to come in for some water?"

Both of you paused, surprise flickering across your faces. He nodded, a smile breaking through the tension as he steps out of the vehicle, the night air wrapping around him.

Inside, you grabbed a glass and filled it with water, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat of the moment.

Turning to face you, he took a deep breath, his heart racing. “You have no idea how consumed I am by you," he begins, his voice steady but filled with urgency. “I’ve wanted you. Craved you for months. It’s like... I need you. I’ve never felt like this before, and honestly, I feel like I’d die if I didn’t have you in my life. I don’t know what this feeling is.”

As he spoke, he couldn’t help but notice how your melanin glowed under the soft light, a radiant warmth that drew him in further. Your skin seemed to capture the light, illuminating the room with an ethereal beauty that left him breathless. He watched as your eyes widened slightly, the weight of his confession hanging between you like a fragile thread, waiting to be woven into something more.

“Baby.” Your voice trembled slightly, revealing a vulnerability that made you feel withdrawn, as if you were scared of what he represented. But he knew he needed you, and he stepped closer, the tension between you palpable.

Sitting around the island, your eyes were on him, a mix of longing and hesitation hanging in the air. He lowered himself to his knees, resting his head in your lap, looking up at you with dazed, needy eyes. “I need you so bad,” he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. “I crave you Y/N. It’s like I- I can’t.”

His words hang in the air, filled with desperation, and you could feel the weight of his longing pressing against him, hoping you could sense just how deeply he felt for you.

You pulled him up by his shirt, your small hand then snaking around his neck and his eyebrows furrowed. His lips parted and you took the opportunity to press your glossy ones against his. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in the moment. Your lips met softly, a gentle brush that felt electric. It was filled with a sweetness and need that spoke volumes. There was no rush, just a lingering connection as you both savored the warmth and tenderness of the kiss.

His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as you deepened the kiss, exploring the unfamiliar territory of each other’s lips. It was a dance of innocence, where every touch felt new and exciting, and the world outside felt distant. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin, and in that moment, everything felt right.

The kiss ended and he whimpered at the loss. You pulled him by his shirt towards your room upstairs, on the other side of the mansion and he followed obediently like a loyal puppy.

As you entered your room, the atmosphere shifted, filled with a mix of anticipation and excitement. The soft glow of the lamp casted gentle shadows on the walls, creating an intimate space just for the two of you.

You sat close on the edge of the bed, hearts racing as you leaned in, sharing a tentative kiss that gradually deepened. It started slow, a sweet exploration of each other’s lips, but soon turned into something more passionate, a need that could no longer be contained.

Hands began to wander, tracing the curves of each other’s bodies. The moment felt electric as you removed each other’s clothes, each layer falling away, revealing more skin and vulnerability.

You audibly gasped, staring at the erection revealed in front of you. God, he was big.

“I’m so hard for you,” Rafe whined.

“I know baby.” It was obvious.

He went on his knees once more, opening your legs and revealing the heaven that resided between. “Am I allowed to touch you? Have my tongue inside you?”

At a loss for words you nodded, just desperate to feel him in some capacity.

“Oh- oh my, god.” Whines, the sound of your juices and Rafe’s tongue filled your once silent room and you gripped onto the little hair he had on his head. Curse that hot ass buzz cut.

The feeling of his tongue against you was heaven, he was so skilled, sucking on your clit, flicking it with his tongue as his eyes bore into yours, a moment so intimate you almost wanted to hide your pretty face.

He took his time, savoring every moment, every taste. His tongue moved with precision—gentle, deliberate. Each motion ignited something deep inside, making your breath catch, your back arching slightly off the bed. You couldfeel the pressure building with every lap of his tongue, every flicker of heat against your most sensitive nerves.

“Baby, fuck, Rafe, oh my- Rafe, please.”

Rafe’s hands gripped your thighs tighter as he deepened his focus, his tongue pressing harder now, more insistent. He was relentless but tender and more soft moans escaped your lips. He responded with a low groan of approval, the vibration of his voice adding to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you.

Your body betrayed you, trembling under his touch as he pushed you closer to the edge. He knew you were close—he could feel it in the way your thighs trembled and tightened around his head, and the way your breath quickened. His tongue circled in a final, deliberate motion, and the world around you blurred.

When it hit, it was like a storm breaking loose. Your body surged with pleasure, a pulse that started deep inside and spread outward, consuming every inch of you. Your fingers tangled in the sheets, gripping tight as the sensation washed over you, a cry slipping from your lips as you came undone under his mouth. He didn’t let up, drawing every last ripple from you, not stopping until your body finally collapsed, spent and trembling in his hands.

Rafe pulled back slowly, his lips glistening with a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he looked up at you, your chest heaving, your body still buzzing in the aftermath.

“Did you like that pretty girl?” he inquired, panting and buzzed out, drunk off your savory taste.

Nodding frantically, you pulled him on top of you by his neck, capturing his lips in a sloppy kiss and sucking the remnants of your taste from his mouth and tongue.

“Need you Rafey, please, fuck me, just put it in.” It was your turn to be a needy mess. Seeing his hard cock in front of you right after you came was like an addict seeing drugs.

“Anything for you pretty girl.”

The air between you crackled with tension, every touch sparking something deeper. Rafe hovered over you, his body pressing lightly against yours as he lined himself up, his gaze locked onto your face. The heat of his skin against yours was electrifying, and anticipation hung thick in the air.

You felt him slowly push the tip in, just enough to make your breath catch. A gasp escaped your lips, his size stretching you, testing your limits. His brow furrowed with restraint, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held back, waiting for you to adjust. His eyes searched yours, intense and burning with something primal, yet laced with care, checking to see if you were fine. You nodded slightly, biting your lip, and he moved again, pressing in just a little more, but it’s so much—he’s so much. That goddamn cock.

Your body tightened instinctively around him, and he groaned, low and guttural, the sound sending a ripple of need straight through you. He was so big that every inch was a slow, deliberate stretch, each movement making your breath hitch in your throat. His eyes never left yours, his lips parted slightly as he panted softly, the strain of holding back evident on his face. You were both gasping, lost in the feeling of him filling you inch by inch, the overwhelming sensation forcing you to arch your back slightly into him.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he was fully inside, and you could feel him throbbing deep within you. The moment hung in the air, both of you frozen in awe, the sheer intensity of the connection leaving you breathless. Your fingers gripped his shoulders as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, and for a moment, all you could hear were your ragged breaths mingling together.

Then, slowly, he began to move. His hips rolled gently, sliding out just enough to make you gasp before pressing back in with a smooth, deliberate thrust. The friction was perfect, every inch of him dragging against you, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. Rafe Cameron was fucking you.

With each thrust, your nails dug into his back as you both got lost in the sensation, the pressure building higher and higher. His eyes never left yours, even as his moans deepened, becoming more desperate with every movement. You felt yourself slipping closer to release, every thrust pushing you closer, until you were both gasping and moaning in unison, bodies trembling as the pleasure overwhelmed you.

“Rafe,” you moaned. The sound of you moaning his name was just enough to make him cum inside you but he had to hold back, just a minute.

“I know baby, I know, let it out,” he cooed, feeling how you clenched and pulsated around his rock hard cock.

Rafe’s thrusts became more deliberate, more precise, as if he knew exactly what you needed. Your breath came out in ragged gasps, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. You could feel the tension building deep inside, coiling tighter with each stroke, and he watched you, fully aware of how close you were to falling apart beneath him.

Your moans turned into desperate whimpers, his name slipping from your lips. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers pressing gently against your clit, rubbing in fast, circular motions. It was too much, the combination of his cock buried deep inside you and the steady pressure on your most sensitive spot sending shockwaves through your body.

Your legs trembled, your thighs tightening around his hips as the pleasure peaked. He thrusted into you harder, each motion pushing you closer to the edge until you couldn’t hold on any longer. With a gasp, your body clenched around him, the tension finally snapping, and the release flooded through you all at once.

You felt it, the rush of liquid escaping you as your orgasm ripped through every muscle in your body. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as you squirted around his cock, the slick wetness coating him. His name fell from your lips again, but it was barely a sound, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that took over.

Rafe groaned, his hips faltering for a moment as he felt the wet heat surrounding him. His cock twitched inside you, still moving as he rode out your orgasm with you, his own breath coming in sharp gasps.

Your vision blurred, the intensity leaving you dizzy, but Rafe didn’t stop. He kept thrusting, slow and deliberate now, letting you ride out every last wave of pleasure until you were finally left panting and spent beneath him, your body limp and trembling in his arms.

“C-can I? Inside you? Please baby,” he whined, his thrusts becoming more desperate and sloppy.

“Mhm, yes, fill me up.”

You could feel the way his cock throbbed inside you, the tension in his body coiled tight. His breathing grew ragged, each exhale punctuated by a low, guttural moan. He was so deep, filling you so completely that you could barely breathe.

His eyes were locked on yours, the intensity of his gaze burning through you as his hips move with desperate precision. Every thrust sent another surge of pleasure coursing through your body. His grip on your hips tightened, and his pace grew uneven. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, each movement more frantic than the last.

You wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him in deeper, and he let out a strangled groan, his forehead dropped to rest against yours. His lips brushed against yours as he panted, breathless and overwhelmed, on the edge of losing control.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice low and strained, “I’m so close baby, so goddamn close. Gonna fill this pretty little tight pussy.”

His hips stuttered and you can feel the heat pooling between you, the friction building until it was unbearable. His hand gripped the sheets beside your head, muscles straining as he finally gave in. His eyes fluttered shut, his jaw clenching, and with a deep, shuddering moan, he thrusted into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he can go.

You felt him pulse inside you, his cock twitching as he spilled into you, filling you with a hot rush and you came once more, this time, with him. His body tensed above you, every muscle taut as he let out a ragged groan of release, the sound vibrating through the air. His warmth flooded through you, his orgasm drawing out in long, throbbing waves as he rocked against you, riding out every last pulse of pleasure.

He collapsed against you, his breath coming in harsh gasps, his body trembled from the intensity of it all. You could feel him still throbbing inside you, his release mingling with yours, the heat of his cum filling you completely. For a moment, neither of you moved, both of you lost in the sensation, hearts pounding in sync.

Slowly, he pulled back just enough to look into your brown eyes, his expression softening as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face. His breathing was still heavy, but there was a look of contentment on his face, a quiet satisfaction in the aftermath of the overwhelming pleasure and the need he felt for you over the past few months.

He collapsed beside you, bringing your frame close to him as you continued staring into each others eyes. Rafe Cameron fucked you in your bed.

“Are you okay beautiful, I didn’t hurt you did I?” he whispered.

“More than okay.”

He smiled and kissed your sweaty forehead, your bodies intertwined on your pink sheets that were wet with your arousal.

“Can we stay like this all night?” he asked, sounding shy.

“As long as you hold me throughout.”

Rafe was satisfied with the answer, he would hold you that night and the many other nights he would ditch his friends and his family to come see you and vice versa. He finally got what he wanted. You. Nothing else mattered.

A/N: Put my whole ass into this since it’s the second time i’ve written for Rafe, requests are open!

[rafeslittleangel]

Soft dom boyfriend Rafe who would have you on his lap, short skirt flared out and face towards him, while gambling with his friends at a party. At some point, he would carefully and slowly unzip his pants, pushing your soaked panties to one corner and shoving his cock in you as you bite his shoulder, trying to silence your moan. Your skirt covers the place where your bodies join, but his friends know exactly what's happening in front of them and chuckle, used to this freaky behaviour from you and Rafe. You would squirm, trying to move but he would still you on his cock, hands on your covered ass.

"Stay still for me sweetheart, daddy's tryna play ain't he?"

He'd whisper while dealing the cards. Fat tears roll down your cheeks, tortured pussy clenching around his long cock like a vice as he refused to let you move. He would smirk as he wins the round, looking at your tear streaked face and red glossy lips.

"My little good luck charm, aren't ya angel?"

His friends would look at you hungrily as you give up on trying to conceal your moans and whimpers, knot in your stomach threatening to unravel, even though you'd hardly moved, cockwarming your boyfriend like the obedient slut you are. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Rafe kisses your throat, massaging your covered tits.

"Come on princess, cum for me won't you? Give daddy's friends a show huh?"

You can't hold on any longer as you cum all over his cock, Rafe lifting the back of your skirt as his friends catch a glance of your slippery wet core. Rafe winks, excusing himself as he carries you, still inside your sensitive cunt as he takes you to a more secluded place.

[notmuchtofind]

don’t move | r.c

Tw: 18+ smut, hate sex, rough sex, p in v, fingering, violence, choking, degrading, name calling (slur,bitch ect), domestic, c0ckwarming , praising, mental b0ndage, mean!rafe

basically just feral <33

synopsis: You’re trying to escape the house whilst arguing with rafe but he won’t let you get away without a fight

a/n: Sorry it’s not 100% proof read, and this is my first rafe smut i’ve done so let me know your honest opinions :) ty x

“i swear to god y/n if you dare. if you dare leave this fucking house!“ Rafe snarls from across the kitchen island as you begin to stumble back to your feet and contemplate twisting the knob to the front door.

You’re petrified, but you needed to get out of this house and away from Rafe. the constant war that was going on between you and rafe for the past couple of months had brought you to breaking point.

Rafe was, once again, back using cocaine heavily. He’d always manage to break his habit for months at a time, and this time you thought maybe it was for good…However, When Ward decided to cut off all of what rafe had left, due to his accidental loss of money within the business. It turned rafe psycho. You’d been with rafe for 3 years, and you’d thought you’d seen the worst. but this time was different.

Tears stream down your face and past the bloody wound that resides along the bottom of your lip. The tears seem to sting the opening slightly as you feel your face grow hotter. This isn’t the first time Rafes hit you. But it’s certainly the hardest. And when he’s hit you before, he’s almost instantly apologetic, but tonight Rafes eyes no longer reside his soul. He’s switched.

“P-Please Rafe, Stop!!” said almost screaming, desperately, whilst cracks formed in your voice. “you need me y/n” rafe patronised “you’re fucking nothing without me, get the fuck back here now, you bitch!” he spits. but you run, out the door with the keys to the truck you managed to take from rafes pocket the moment you realised he was about to have another outburst.

you wrestle with the keys whilst stumbling bare foot on the mud outside the mansion. You fall onto the dust and drop the keys. It’s pitch black, and you’re unable to see clearly, the only light that glares ever so slightly is the one seeping through the open door to the mansion of the boy thats held you there unwillingly for too long.

You was unable to hear the footsteps that had krept up behind you due to the loud pounding of your heart inside your chest. “fucking slut” he spits as he steps his boot onto the fingers you was using to locate the keys. you wince in pain as rafe puts all his body weight onto your hand. “i told you not to leave baby” he coos whilst looking down at you and tilting his head slightly. Rafe holds eye contact, he looks to be in awe as tears still stream down your face and whimpers escape your lips from the pain you’re experiencing. Rafes large hand grasps your jaw, big enough to rest his thumb and fingers on each side of your cheeks. He then slowly digs his fingertips into the sides of your face and elevates your body up towards his. “i think it’s time you come back inside”.

Rafe grabs you by the fabric of your top and with no hesitation, drags you along the dirt, whilst you squirm and wince in pain. he drags you all the way back into the front door of the mansion. Your legs and arms bruised and grazed, and your clothes now blood stained.

you felt exsausted, but sobs and whimpering still managed to escape your lips. Now laid helplessly in the hallway you beg “Rafe please baby please, this isn’t you i know you you don’t want to hurt me rafe…You don’t want to do this to me, please-please” But before Rafe could’ve even processed what you was saying he’s halfway down the hallway and into the kitchen.

Now petrified to move you lay still in the hallway. After hearing rafe snorting, what youre adiment is cocaine, he reappears, Shirtless, and holding a long woven wrope wrapped around his fist. “So you decide to obey me now and stay put like a good girl?” Rafe states before unapologetically grabbing your left ankle and dragging you through to the dining room.

Rafe dumps your body and runs his hand over his head before he takes his cigarette packet out of his back pocket and lights a cigarette. holding the cigarette between his lips he begins to unravel the rope, wrapping it around the heavy wooden dining table leg. He then begins to wrap the wrope around you ankle, tightly. you beg and squirm and kick.“what the fuck are you doi-“ but before you can finish, your head thuds on the floor as rafes palm collides with your cheek “shut. the. fuck. up” he huffs, rolling his eyes. “jesus fucking christ y/n, you never learn?” he says whilst walking away from you and taking a drag of his cigarette.

You’re now unable to move from the floor with your ankle tied to the table leg, you just watch Rafe pace up and down, puffing on his cigarette, until he stubs it out on the wall and walks back over to where you lay.

Rafe kneels onto the floor, placing his knees at either side of your torso. Petrified and unsure of his next move,you move your head to one side but lay completely still “mmmm what a good girl” rafe coos whilst he begins to trail his hands from your waist to the bottom hem of your top. Rafe begins to lift up your top, revealing your naked tits. Your nipples begin to harden due to the exposure of the quickly changed temperature and rafe lets out a shakey breath.

Your breaths begin to become faster as you begin to notice rafe growing larger and larger through his pants, and even though your petrified of a potential violent outburst from rafe, you can’t help when your stomach fills with butterflies as you imagine the girthy length that rests inside.

Rafes eyes don’t move from your tits as he begins to flick your hard nipple back and forth, occasionally twiddling it between his index and thumb. “I love when you don’t question me y/n i love when you just lay there, all pretty for me as i do what i please. You’re mine” Rafe says, still not taking eyes off your chest.

The way rafes words race around your mind, as much as you hate when rafes like this, there’s somthing about him praising you that makes you weak. You’re so disgusted with yourself knowing you’ve just let him treat you like shit but you know your pussys becoming more and more sticky in your panties as he speaks.

You still lay there absolutely still, as rafe begins to rub himself through his pants before unbuckling them and letting them fall just past his upper thigh. as well as his boxers. His shaft springs up and you get a glimps of his precum shimmering at the end of his tip. Rafe throws his head back whilst he gives himself 3 long strokes over your body. He then begins yanking your trousers and panties down simultaneously, sending pain up your leg as he takes no care in how your legs unable to move due to being tied down. But we’ve established by now rafe doesn’t care about hurting you. if anything it gets him off.

“aha ohhh fuck” rafe chuckles, his eyes dart too your sticky wet folds “it looks like my girl enjoys obeying hmm?” he mocks. tracing his middle finger over your outer lips gently, gathering the already spilt juices from your pathetic cunt. Rafe brings his hand up and forces his fingers into your mouth, wriggling them around the tip of your tongue and then tracing them back around your nipples for a 2nd time.

“do you taste good my sweet girl?”

Your head tilts back and your hips cock up as you allow the pleasure to rush through your body.

The sound of a slap echoes through the dimly lit room and a stinging pain engulfs the surface area of your cheek “don’t. fucking move you slut” rafe spits. loosing his patients he wraps his fist around your throat and abruptly shoves his fingers past your dripping folds and enters the walls of your cunt. You can’t help but whimper slightly, However rafe squeezes your throat so tight you’re pretty sure he was unable to hear it.

Your walls expand as your body aches for something larger to fill your tight hole. Rafe finger fucks you rough, making your body move loosely around his thick fingers. rafe groans as he takes his hand off your throat and begins stroking himself whilst still finger fucking your pussy, getting off to the sensation of how tight u was around his fingers and the squelching sounds that are made everytime he thrusts his fingers in and out.

“mmmm fuck baby” he growls as he pulls his fingers out of you. rafe pulls you close to him by your thighs, unaware of the pain it causes you whilst still attached to the table. but he couldn’t care less, all he cares about is filling your hole with his cock. feeling if you become wetter the deeper he goes. he loves using your pathetic little body, your body is helpless and weak compared to his, and he likes to make sure youre aware. “goood girl, good giiiirlll” he emphasises as his cock slowly enters your cunt. you gasp and your pussy never gets usto the size, it always manages to tear you open slightly, causing a slight stinging pain as he thrusts in and out of you, getting faster and faster he grunts simoultaneously “that’s my sweet girl, stay still for daddy whilst he fucks you senseless” “mmmm”

You’re already so close, and rafe can tell. he proceeds to tell you how good your pussy feels and that you’re all his and that’s all you ever will be. that’s what your purpose is, to serve rafe, in anyway he wants.

“i can feel you tightening around my cock you slut” he says with pleasure “you can cum for me but don’t you dare fucking move” rafe demands “i swear to god if you fucking move i’ll have to carry on fucking you even when it fucking hurts” he threatens.

You beging to feel the sweetness rush over your body, starting in your head and making its way down your body. You fight the urge to jerk your body up towards rafe so his cock goes deeper, you resist the urge to moan his name or dig your fingernails deep in his back to keep him in position. You fight the urges and your orgasm takes over your whole mind, the only thing you can do to express how you truley feel is roll your eyes back into your head whilst your pussy gushes, leaving your cream to rest on rafes cock. He grunts once more before you feel his cum shoot inside you and fill your walls. You moan in pleasure and rafe settles next to you, but still enough to keep his cock inside your pussy, not allowing his cum to escape, as a sign to show you that you’re his.

You’re his slut here to keep his cock warm

please feel free to repost if you enjoyed 🥹 <3

[checkadii]

idont understand krita but this brush is nice so like,. wayevr

[yagirlwrites]

Sub!Rafe girlies are thriving from this

[rafesbabygirlx]

6 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 🎄 𝑹𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏

𝙳𝚊𝚢 1 - 𝙽𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝙻𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝚂𝚞𝚋!𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚜𝚞𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚎

𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

Rafe leaned against his kitchen counter, scrolling idly on his phone, when a firm knock echoed through his apartment. Curious, he swung the door open—and froze.  

There you stood, framed in the doorway, a vision in a sleek, velvet Santa corset that hugged your figure, paired with thigh-high boots that clicked confidently against the floor as you stepped inside. A playful smirk curled your lips, and over your shoulder, you carried a crimson sack adorned with jingling bells.  

“Well, well,” you said, your voice dripping with amusement. “Rafe Cameron. You’ve been very bad this year.”  

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a grin. “Bad? Me? You must have the wrong guy.”  

“Nice try.” You pulled a scroll from the sack and unrolled it dramatically. “Let’s see here—late-night pranks, stealing the last slice of cake, and oh, this one’s my favorite: orchestrating the mistletoe ambush. Sound familiar?”  

His grin widened. “So, what happens now? You write a strongly worded letter to Santa?”  

“No.” You took a deliberate step closer, pulling a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs from the sack. “I’m here to make sure you get what you deserve.”  

Before he could protest, you snapped the cuffs around his wrists, tugging them gently behind his back. Rafe let out a low laugh, the sound reverberating in the quiet room.  

“This is adorable,” he teased. “You think you’re in charge now?”  

“Oh, I know I am.” Reaching into the sack again, you retrieved a peppermint-scented whip. The faint aroma filled the air as you traced the leather lightly over his chest, your gaze locking with his.  

His smirk faltered, just for a moment, before returning. “And what’s next? You interrogate me with Christmas carols?”  

You leaned in, your voice a sultry whisper. “Only if you don’t behave.”  

The tension crackled between you like the fire burning in the hearth behind him. The soft pop and hiss of the flames provided the perfect soundtrack to your game. The cool peppermint oil you dabbed onto your fingertips sent shivers through him as you traced it along his collarbone, the sharp scent mingling with the warm notes of pine and cinnamon from the room.  

“Explain your misdeeds, Rafe,” you said, your lips brushing against his ear. “And maybe, just maybe, I’ll go easy on you.”  

His voice was low, filled with challenge. “What if I have no regrets?”  

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you leaned in closer. “Then I guess we’ll have to keep going until you do.”  

Before he could respond, you captured his lips in a searing kiss. His hands flexed against the cuffs, testing the restraints, but they held firm. When the kiss broke, his gaze was darker, his smirk more dangerous.  

“This is cute,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But let’s see how long you can hold the upper hand.”  

“Oh, Rafe,” you replied, brushing the whip lightly across his shoulder. “You’re not in a position to make demands.”  

Rafe leaned harder against the counter, his blue eyes narrowing as a slow, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. The glint of challenge in his gaze told you he wasn’t about to let you win that easily, even with his hands restrained.  

“You’ve got my attention,” he said, voice smooth and teasing as he leaned his weight back, testing the cuffs just enough to make the chain jingle softly. “But you’re playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.”  

You tilted your head, feigning innocence as you traced the handle of the peppermint-scented whip up the center of his chest, watching his shoulders tense beneath his thin t-shirt. “Dangerous? I thought I was just spreading some Christmas cheer,” you replied, your voice syrupy and sweet.  

“That’s what we’re calling this now?” Rafe shot back, his cocky grin still firmly in place, though his breathing had deepened just slightly under your careful ministrations. “You breaking into my apartment in a—” his eyes swept over your velvet corset and thigh-high boots, lingering longer than necessary, “—festive little number and slapping cuffs on me? Santa would not approve.”  

“Santa doesn’t need to know what I do, I’m here to make sure those on the naughty list are punished” you murmured, leaning in close until your lips hovered just a breath away from his. The scent of peppermint oil still lingered in the air, sharp and intoxicating, and you could practically feel the heat radiating from him. “Besides,” you continued, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “Santa‘a not in charge of this particular bad boy. I am.”  

Rafe exhaled a soft laugh, though his voice was lower now, tinged with something heavier. “That right? I’d be careful if I were you. Bad boys bite back.”  

“Oh, I’m counting on it.”  

The whip trailed lower, grazing just above the waistband of his jeans. Rafe shifted, his muscles flexing beneath the taut fabric of his shirt as he regarded you with a look that was equal parts playful and dark. There was something addicting about the way he stared at you—challenging you to keep going, daring you to see just how far you’d push him.  

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he muttered, but the amused edge in his voice betrayed him.  

“Maybe I am,” you purred, brushing your lips along his jawline before pulling back with a playful grin. “But that’s not your concern, is it? You’re supposed to be reflecting on all those things I listed.”  

Rafe cocked a brow, lips curling into a devilish smirk as he tilted his head slightly. “Let’s see… the cake was worth it, the pranks were legendary, and the mistletoe ambush? You didn’t seem to mind that one.”  

Your laugh rang out as you gave him a teasing swat with the whip across his thigh—just enough to make him tense but not enough to wipe the grin from his face. “Careful, Cameron. You’re not exactly pleading your case here.”  

He rolled his shoulders, pushing off the counter slightly despite the restraints. “Maybe I don’t want to plead. Maybe I’m more interested in what happens next.”  

You stared him down for a beat, the heat in the room thickening like the glow of the fire crackling in the hearth in the living room. It was a dance—the way he pushed, the way you pulled back just enough to keep him guessing. Slowly, you unhooked the whip from where it hung on your fingers, letting it drop to the floor with a faint thud.  

“Then I guess we skip the misdeeds, for now,” you murmured, stepping closer until you were chest to chest, your fingers sliding under the edge of his shirt to trace the firm lines of his stomach. Rafe inhaled sharply, his gaze flickering to yours, darker now. “But if you don’t behave,” you added softly, tugging on the cuff chain just enough to remind him of his position, “I’ll have to find another way to punish you.”  

His smile widened, though there was a hint of challenge in his tone as he replied, “You really think you can handle me?”  

“Oh, I know I can.” You leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling back with a smirk of your own. “Now be a good boy, Rafe.”  

For the first time, Rafe didn’t have a comeback. His eyes followed you as you stepped back with a slow, deliberate confidence, the bells on your crimson sack jingling softly with every movement. The air between you buzzed like a live wire, a tension thick enough to taste.  

“Game on,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than to you, as you disappeared around the corner.  

Rafe tilted his head back, letting out a low chuckle that echoed in the otherwise quiet kitchen, his pulse still racing. If you thought you’d won this round, you were in for a surprise—Rafe Cameron didn’t go down without a fight. 

You stride back into the kitchen, the soft jingle of bells you untied from the sack now around your boots the only sound in the room. Rafe's gaze snaps to you, and his expression shifts from smug confidence to stunned silence. His mouth parts slightly as his eyes rake over you, taking in every inch of your bare form save for the thigh-high boots that click against the floor. You hold his stare, the whip dangling loosely from your fingers, having picked it back up, exuding power with every deliberate step.  

You move him from the counter, taking his place. Without breaking eye contact, you lift the whip, running the tassels slowly, seductively, down your body. The teasing motion makes his breath hitch, his jaw tightening as he fights to maintain composure. When the whip trails lower, the tip grazing over your clit, your soft moans echo in the silence, sending him over the edge. Rafe instinctively moves closer, his desire unrestrained.  

“Uh-uh,” you chide, your voice sharp yet laced with amusement. The crack of the whip against his thigh is quick, precise, and commanding, earning a low grunt from him. “You don’t move unless I say so.”  

He retreats slightly, his defiance flickering as he clenches his fists, but you’re not about to let him off that easily. In one fluid motion, you grab his arm, pulling him toward you with force that surprises him, motioning him to his knees before you.  

“Simon says,” you purr, tilting his chin upward with the handle of the whip, your smirk wicked and daring. “Tongue out.”  

His compliance is immediate, his lips parting as his tongue slips out in obedient surrender, his gaze locked on yours, blazing with a mix of challenge and submission. The tension crackles between you, and you savor the control, knowing you’ve completely unraveled him. Rafe's breathing grows heavier as he kneels before you, his gaze locked on yours, dark and smoldering. The tension in the air is palpable.

"Good boy," you purr, running the whip’s tassels across his face, letting them linger just long enough to tease. His eyes are still on you, blazing with a mixture of defiance and submission, a combination that only fuels the fire building in your core.

You lean forward slightly, still perched on the counter, your movements slow and deliberate as you trace his jawline with the tip of your finger. “See? You can behave when you want to,” you murmur, a wicked grin tugging at your lips.

Rafe’s hands flex behind his back, his muscles straining against the temptation to reach for you. He’s teetering on the edge of control, and you can see it in the way his chest rises and falls, in the way his tongue stays perfectly still, waiting for your command.

“You like being told what to do, don’t you?” you ask, tilting your head as you slide the whip’s handle under his chin, lifting his face slightly. His response is a low, guttural sound that sends a shiver down your spine.

“Words, Rafe,” you chide, your voice dripping with authority.

His tongue retracts just enough to let him speak. “Only when it’s you,” he rasps, his voice thick with desire.

The admission makes your heart race, but you keep your composure, leaning back against the counter with an air of confidence. “Smart answer,” you reply, your tone light but edged with satisfaction. “Maybe you deserve a reward.”

Rafe’s eyes flicker with hope, his body tensing in anticipation, but you’re not about to make it that easy for him. You lean forward, your voice a sultry whisper as you say, “Simon says… don’t move a muscle.”

He stays perfectly still, sticking his tongue back out. His obedience is both surprising and intoxicating. You trace the whip’s tassels down his chest, letting them skim over his abdomen before pulling them back up with a sharp flick. The motion draws a low growl from him, his restraint beginning to crack under your control.

“Sweet boy,” you praise again, watching the way his pupils dilate at the words. You lean down until your lips are just inches from his ear and add, “But don’t think for a second you’re in charge tonight.”

Rafe’s response is a slow, deliberate grin, his eyes dark with unspoken promises that send a shiver down your spine. Without hesitation, you step closer, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging firmly, guiding his head toward you. His lips part, his breath warm against your skin as you lower yourself onto his face, and in an instant, you lay your pussy on his flattened tongue, feeling it as it explores every inch of you.

The initial contact makes your body jolt, your movements instinctively faltering as a rush of pleasure courses through you. You feel the curve of a smile form on his face, the subtle vibration of his amusement only heightening the sensation.  

“You enjoying this as much as I am?” you ask breathlessly, your gaze meeting his smoldering eyes. He nods slightly in response, the motion teasing you further as he doubles down on his efforts.  

Your rhythm builds, each grind of your hips sending waves of heat through you. “Flick your tongue, baby,” you command, your voice cracking with need. The instant he complies, the tip of his tongue swirling at your entrance, a loud moan escapes your lips. You feel the wetness dripping down, slickening his cheeks and chin as he moans into you, the vibrations pushing you closer to the edge.  

You brace yourself against the counter, your knuckles turning white as you struggle to maintain control. But Rafe knows exactly what he’s doing—each flick, swirl, and shift of his tongue driving you higher, faster. The fire in your stomach burns fiercely, igniting with an intensity you can’t suppress. Slowing your movements, you try to hold on a moment longer, grinding against him in a desperate attempt to draw out the pleasure. You’re supposed to be in control. You can't give in that easily.   

Then, he shifts his head just slightly, hitting the perfect spot and his nose rocking against your clit, your resolve crumbles. A shudder wracks through you as your pace quickens involuntarily, your climax crashing over you with devastating force. You cry out, gripping the counter to steady yourself as waves of pleasure leave you trembling in his grasp.  

As the aftershocks ripple through you, you try to lift yourself away, but the hunger in his eyes stops you. You move back down slightly, his mouth resuming its work as he laps up every last trace of your release. You melt under his touch, the world narrowing to the warmth of his lips and the unrelenting focus in his gaze. He knows how to get you even when you don’t want him too.  

You help him up to his feet, moving to the living room and unlocking the cuffs. “Get naked, baby.” 

He complies without hesitation, his hands moving swiftly to shed his clothing until every barrier between you is gone. His body is a masterpiece in the soft glow of the dimly lit room, each line and curve illuminated like a work of art. Yet his focus remains entirely on you, his piercing gaze locked with yours, a mix of obedience and raw anticipation evident in his posture as he stands still, awaiting your command.  

With a smirk, you step toward him, the clink of the cuffs in your hand drawing his attention. “Hands,” you instruct, your voice soft but firm. He raises them obediently, and you secure the cuffs around his wrists, this time in front of him. His lips twitch upward in subtle recognition of the shift—knowing you’re granting him just enough freedom for what you have planned.  

You guide him to the couch, pushing him gently until he sinks down onto the cushions, the plush fabric contrasting with the tension in his body. He looks up at you, eyes dark with want, but he doesn’t move, his cuffed hands resting in his lap, waiting for permission.  

“Good boy,” you murmur, straddling his waist, your thighs framing his hips as you settle into his lap. His sharp intake of breath at the contact sends a thrill through you, his skin warm against yours. He goes to brush his fingers along your stomach. 

You push his hands down and  lean in close, brushing your lips over his ear as you whisper, “I’m in control, Rafe, remember? You don’t touch unless I say. Understood?”  

“Yes,” he replies, his voice low and husky, the word almost a growl.  

Satisfied, you trail your hands down his chest, your nails grazing lightly against his skin, earning a sharp inhale from him. His restrained hands twitch, but he doesn’t lift them, his compliance making you grin. You grind your hips slowly up and down his length, teasing him as your bodies connect, the friction igniting a fire between you.  

“You’re doing so well,” you purr, placing your hands on his shoulders for balance as you continue to move. His jaw tightens, his head tipping back slightly, exposing the curve of his throat as he fights the urge to take control.  

Leaning back, you meet his gaze, your movements deliberate and tantalizingly slow. “Tell me what you want, Rafe,” you tease, your voice laced with mock innocence.  

“You,” he rasps, his voice strained. “I want all of you.”  

You smile wickedly, leaning in so close that your breath mingles with his, the tension crackling between you. His eyes dart to your lips just before you nip at his bottom lip, eliciting a low growl from deep in his chest. You pull back just enough to meet his darkened gaze, a teasing smirk playing on your lips.  

“Then you’re going to have to earn it,” you purr, your voice dripping with challenge, each word deliberate and tantalizing.  

Rafe’s jaw tightens, his lips parting slightly as if to respond, but you cut him off with a finger pressed lightly against his mouth. “No talking. Just listening,” you command softly, your eyes glinting with authority.  

He nods, his compliance stirring something primal in you. Moving with purpose, you take his cuffed wrists in your hands, guiding them up to rest on the back of the couch. His muscles flex under your touch, but he holds steady, his breaths coming heavier as you climb onto his lap, straddling his waist.  

“Good boy,” you murmur, leaning forward to trail your lips along the sharp edge of his jawline. He shudders beneath you, his body instinctively leaning into yours. 

You reach out, running your hands down his chest, feeling every taut line of his torso. “You want to touch me, don’t you?” you ask, your voice a teasing whisper against his ear.  

“Yes,” he replies, his voice rough, barely above a growl.  

You sit up, breaking contact with him, scratching your nails lightly on his neck, watching the way his body responds, the way he moves into your touch, the way his hips shift beneath you trying to feel you again. “Not yet,” you say firmly, smirking at the soft groan of frustration he lets out.  

“I’m starting to think you enjoy torturing me,” he says, his voice low and filled with a mix of amusement and desperation.  

You laugh softly, your hands sliding down his arms until your fingers meet his cuffed wrists. “It’s not torture,” you reply, leaning closer so your lips are just a breath away from his. “It’s discipline.”  

Before he can reply, you press your lips to his, your body pressing firmly against his. His hands flex in the cuffs, desperate to touch you, but you keep him in place, controlling every movement, every sensation.  

You lean into him, lips ghosting over his cheek and then trailing a path down his neck. His scent, musky and intoxicating, fills your senses as your fingers continue their feigned innocence, brushing “accidentally” over his length. Each fleeting touch makes him flinch, his body tensing beneath you. His breathing is ragged now, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to maintain control.  

“Do you want it, baby?” you whisper into his ear, your voice smooth and dripping with seduction.  

“Yes,” Rafe replies immediately, the desperation in his voice making you smile.  

“How bad?” you purr, pulling back just enough to see his flushed face.  

“Bad,” he groans, his voice thick and raw with need.  

You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Hm, you’ve got to convince me, sweet boy.”  

He breaks. “I need you so fucking bad,” he blurts out, his voice cracking as tears well in his eyes. “I need you to sit on my cock and fuck the shit out of me already. It hurts—I fucking need you.” The words tumble out of him, uninhibited, his desperation painted clearly on his face as a single tear escapes and slides down his cheek.  

Your heart clenches at the sight, and you soften for just a moment, cupping his face in your hands. Gently, you wipe away his tears with your thumbs, your gaze locking with his. “Okay, okay,” you soothe, your voice a mix of teasing and genuine affection. “I’ll give you what you need.”  

His eyes burn with gratitude and unrestrained hunger as you move back closer to him, your boots jingling softly with every move. The sound only heightens the tension, each chime a reminder of the game you’ve played all night. You pull him to sit back up, your body pressing against his in all the right ways.  

Without wasting another second, you position yourself, taking hold of his length and guiding him to your entrance. Slowly, deliberately, you sink down onto him, a gasp escaping your lips as he fills you completely. Rafe throws his head back, a guttural groan escaping his throat as his hands, still cuffed, flex uselessly in front of him.  

You pause for a moment, adjusting, letting the sensation of him inside you consume you. His eyes find yours, a mix of awe and raw need etched across his face. Then, with a wicked grin, you lift yourself and slam back down, earning a deep moan from him that reverberates through the room.  

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his voice rough with pleasure.  

You don’t respond, too focused on your movements. Rising and falling, you set a relentless rhythm, the bells on your boots creating a hypnotic jingle with each bounce. Your hands grip his shoulders for balance, and when that’s not enough, you reach for his neck, steadying yourself as you ride him harder, faster.  

Rafe’s hips buck beneath you, trying to meet your movements, but the cuffs keep him from taking control. “You’re killing me, baby,” he groans, his voice strained.  

“You’re mine tonight,” you breathe, leaning forward so your lips are just a whisper away from his. “And you don’t do anything unless I let you.”  

The tension between you builds, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your nails dig into his neck as you throw your head back, moaning his name. The sounds of your passion fill the room, blending with the soft chime of the bells and the steady rhythm of your bodies moving together.  

Rafe’s eyes never leave you, his gaze full of adoration and desperation. “Please, baby,” he murmurs, his voice breaking. “Let me—”  

“Not yet,” you cut him off, your movements only growing more determined. “You’ll take it until I say you’ve had enough.”

You feel the fire in your core intensifying, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge. The look in Rafe’s eyes—pure, unadulterated lust mixed with helpless devotion—only adds fuel to the fire. His chest heaves beneath you, his muscles taut as he strains against the cuffs, desperate to touch you, to take control, but completely at your mercy.  

“Fuck, you’re so big baby,” you gasp, your voice shaky as the pleasure overtakes you. Your hands grip his neck tighter for balance as your rhythm grows erratic, each bounce sending shockwaves through your body.  

Rafe groans deeply, his head falling back against the couch as his hips try to meet your movements. “You’re gonna kill me, baby,” he growls, his voice thick with need. “Let me touch you—please, I can’t—”  

“No,” you pant, cutting him off as you lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. “This is about me and you trying to get yourself on my nice list.”  

The heat in your body reaches its peak, your movements becoming frenzied as you chase the release building within you. But it’s not enough—you need more. You slow just slightly and meet Rafe’s eyes, your breath hitching as you command, “Rub my clit, Rafe. Now.”  

His eyes widen, and a flicker of relief crosses his face as you guide his cuffed hands to your center. The moment his fingers connect with you, you shiver, his touch electric against your sensitive skin. He moves in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure perfect, and your body responds instantly.  

“Just like that,” you moan, your head falling back as your hips grind against his hand. The combined sensation of his cock inside you and his fingers expertly working your clit pushes you dangerously close to the edge.  

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out, your voice trembling as the fire in your stomach ignites into a full-blown inferno. Your walls clench around him, your body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your moans fill the room, loud and unabashed, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out the high.  

Rafe watches you, completely mesmerized, his own control hanging by a thread. The way your body moves, the way your face twists in pleasure—it’s enough to drive him insane.  

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans, his voice low and raw. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

You slow down your movements, still riding out your high but preventing him from his. One last form of dominance as you drag out his pleasure. Grinding down onto him is painful movements.

“I need you to move,” he pleads.

“Tell me why you deserve a reward?” You giggle, mocking him slightly.

“Fuck- I’ll be so good to you. You can have all the pieces of cake. No more scaring you before bed. Do whatever you fucking want to me, just let me fucking come!” Tears form in his eyes again.

As you come down from your high, your body still shaking slightly, you glance down at him with a wicked grin. “You’ve convinced me, you’ve been so good, baby,” you murmur, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Now it’s your turn.”  

His eyes darken with hunger, and he lets out a relieved moan as you start moving again. This time, it’s for him, your hips rolling in a way that has him trembling beneath you.  

“Fuck, I’m so close,” he groans, his voice breaking as his hips jerk uncontrollably.  

“Come for me, Rafe,” you whisper, your voice soft but commanding. “I want to feel you lose control.”  

That’s all it takes. His head falls back, his mouth opening in a silent cry as he reaches his peak. His body tenses, his hips bucking up into you as he spills inside you, the cuffs clinking faintly as his hands flex uselessly.  

You slow your movements again, guiding him through his release, your hands moving to cup his face. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a look of pure adoration and exhaustion.  

“Fuck,” he breathes, a shaky laugh escaping his lips. “You’re unreal.”  

You smile softly, brushing a damp strand of hair from his forehead. “I told you, Rafe. You don’t get anything unless I say so.”  

“Then remind me to never get on your bad side,” he chuckles, his voice still thick with satisfaction.  

“I think you liked it though,” you reply through a smirk.

You press a gentle kiss to his lips, the intensity of the moment giving way to something softer. You unlock the cuffs for a final time and you both savor the quiet aftermath, your bodies tangled together on the couch, the only light coming from his small Christmas tree in the corner of his living room.

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[psychoticbabyspice]

He makes me wanna overstimulate him till he's crying with tearstained cheeks and a leaky cock

[coryosbaby]

18+, MDNI !! ♡

༉‧₊˚. Rafe Cameron x fem! Reader

Thinkin’ of Rafe Cameron + trailer park! Au <3 being his neighbor and also Barry’s younger sister, Rafe always giving you long glances and licking his lips whenever his eyes land on your cute little sundresses or tight jean shorts. Letting you have a smoke break with him because Barry doesn’t allow you to have cigarettes— he holds the lighter up and lights it for you every time. Slipping you a bottle of alcohol, inviting you into his empty trailer and letting you sprawl out on his bed as you pass it back and forth.

“Truth or dare?” He asks, and the game goes on for a good twenty minutes before you answer dare. Rafe’s eyes stare down at your pouty mouth, a small smile on his own as he says, “I dare you to kiss me.”

Your eyes widen, a blush creeping up your neck. A grin spreads out on Rafe’s handsome face, his hand moving up to your cheek. He rubs your lip with his thumb, spreading out the glossy red lipstick you had applied a few hours prior.

“Cmon,” he presses. “‘s part of the game, Kitty cat. Jus’ a little peck.”

You’re blushing still, a little drunk— when he had begun to call you that? Never before now, but you like it— you like it a lot.

You set the bottle of vodka down beside the bed and scoot closer to him. He smells like cologne and soap, and stubble is on his face from a forgotten shave. You look down at his hands, just for a moment. One is on his crotch, a small star tattoo on his middle finger etched in black ink. Your eyes flick back up to his lips, and you lean in.

Your plush lips hit his and it’s like the air in the room shifts. Rafe lets out a relaxed sigh, pretty lashes fluttering shut as he hungrily moves against your mouth. Your fingers card through his messy bangs, pushing them back from his forehead. Heat grows between your legs, a small ache beginning to form when rafe’s hand moves lower and lower until it reaches your hip. He grips the soft skin there, gently squeezing. You let out a whine, little tongue lolling out of your mouth to slip into his own. He groans against you, spreading his legs so you can crawl in between them. He pulls away from the kiss, letting you lean back against his chest. Your lipstick is smeared onto his mouth and the sight makes you dizzy.

“horny, kiddo? I’ve barely touched you.”

You don’t say anything. Letting out a tiny mewl, your hand grasping his and guiding it underneath the hem of your dress. Little pussy so wet and throbbing that rafe can’t help but drool over it :(( his fingers circling your clit through your cotton panties, his other arm wrapping around your throat so he can adjust you just how he likes. Your thighs spread and you lift them up, letting him see the outline of your plump pussy more. His fingers slide underneath your panties, finally coming into contact with your aching sex.

“Shit, such a wet little pussy..” and then, slipping a finger inside your hole, “and so tight, momma. You a virgin?”

You nod, a pout on your lips. He grins, slowly massaging your walls with the pad of his middle finger.

“Baby’s never had her kitty cat touched, huh?”

“Rafe..” you mewl, and he tsks.

“Don’t think that’s what you wanna be callin’ me,” his movements speed up, your eyes beginning to roll as he squeezes in his ring finger alongside the other. “Daddy might be a better fit, yeah?”

A gasp tumbles out of your throat, thighs shaking.

“Yes,” It’s an instant reply. “Yes, yes, daddy. Please..”

He chuckles at your eagerness, pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Good girl. Pull those panties to the side, baby, let me see.”

You can’t disobey him, and so your fingers hook into the crotch of your gingham cotton panties and you slide the fabric to the side. Your cunt glistens with sweet slick, swollen clit poking out due to your arousal.

“Oh,” Rafe breathes, almost in a trance. “Such a pretty girl..”

He rubs against that spongey spot inside you— or, more so, stabs that spongey spot inside of you, his fingers scissoring apart your achy cunt ‘n making it burn while also giving you the most delicious friction. It’s fast, a little animalistic, and you love it. Sobs tear through your throat, the only form of purchase for your hands being Rafe’s big, muscled thighs, your head sinking deeper and deeper into his shoulder with every course of pleasure. A third finger makes its way inside your cunt, your eyes widening as big as saucers. Rafe’s got a smile on his face and a glint in his eyes.

“We’re gonna stretch you nice ‘n good, kitty cat,” and then, watching your slick drip and your hole widen for him, “That’s it, look at daddy fingerin’ this little slut cunt open. We’re gonna have some fun tonight, aren’t we, baby?”

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[rafesfavouritegirl]

there's super little sub!rafe content on here , so if you're down for that , i'd live to read it

submission⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

summary: rafe has been feeling a little needy lately, and instead of him doing the work in bed, he wants you to be dom!

warnings: smut, sub!rafe

notes: hope you enjoy! it’s a little short unfortunately

you and rafe were lying in bed, rafe laying ontop of you with his head buried against your chest, and you just sitting watching the tv with your hands raking through his hair

rafe shifted, letting out a slight whine as he began to get restless. “what’s wrong, baby?” you asked softly, your eyebrows furrowing in concern as you sat up a bit, making his head lift off your chest

“i don’t know, jus’ restless” he murmured, the vague answer making you wonder. he’d been really clingy and needy lately, and you just didn’t know why. until it clicked in your head that sex had been off the table for a bit, so maybe that’s why

“do you wanna…have sex?” you asked, making his head lift to look at you fully. he seemed hesitant, taking a deep breath before speaking. “uh, yeah. but can we try something?” he asked, his fists clenching nervously at his sides

you narrowed your eyes for minute before nodding, letting him speak again. “can you uh, can you dom me?” he asked softly, looking down slightly as he waited for your answer

you smiled softly, finding it a little funny he’d been so restless just because all we wanted was for you to dom him. “of course, you should’ve told me sooner” you said, making rafe peak up fully

all rafe was doing was whining in response, the boy completely lost in ecstasy as his needs were being being met beyond what he had in mind. you were squeezing him deliciously, praising him so perfectly he thought he was dreaming

“fuck rafe, doing so good” you moaned. your hands gently tousling his hair. you never thought something like this would feel so good for the both of you, but right now, you had never felt better. “that’s it baby, keep whining” you encouraged, causing rafe to whine a little louder

you felt a warmth pool into your stomach, a sign your orgasm was catching up to you. you upped your pace, giving hard and fast bounced as you chased that so needed climax. “gonna cum soon” you warned rafe, gently tugging his hair

“i-im gonna cum too” rafe whimpered, the clench and fluttering of your pussy driving him over the edge. it only took another couple of bounced before rafe came, his warm semen spurting into your womb so pleasantly. you followed along, letting out a whimper yourself as you gave one final bounce

you collapsed onto him, both of you catching your breath after two mind blowing orgasms. “you did so good baby, really happy you suggested that” you said softly, lifting his head up so you could pepper kisses over his flushed face

you lifted yourself off, going to the bathroom and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. when you came back, rafe was sprawled on the bed, still in a slight haze

you cleaned him up, as well as yourself before crawling into bed beside him, letting him curl up into your side as you both fell into a well needed sleep

[kinkyrafe]

Completely F**** Out

Kinktober, October 24

THIS WORK IS 18+ ! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Summary:

The one where you tire Rafe out completely.

Warnings: dom/sub dynamics, domme!reader, sub!rafe, very explicit

taglist: @yagirlwrites @audzzz @valyrianflower @aariahnaa

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The two of you have been at it for what feels like an eternity. Rafe is sprawled across the bed, his muscles trembling with exhaustion. He just ate you out whilst you were sitting on his face until you were fully satisfied. Earlier, you had him on all fours, taking your fingers and toys deep inside him, edging him mercilessly before finally allowing him to cum untouched—twice. He’s already spent, his mind floating somewhere between bliss and complete overload, but you're far from done. Something keeps you going.

As he lies there, breathless and sated, he half expects the session to be over. His body has given all it can, or so he thinks. But as his breathing slows, you’re already preparing for more. With a playful gleam in your eyes, you tie his wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, spreading him wide and leaving him fully exposed.

He looks at you in shock. 

“I'm not sure I can take any more,” he pants, still trying to catch his breath as you tighten the last knot. 

You let your hand trail from his ankle, gliding slowly up his leg, feeling the slight tremor under his skin. "Oh, I'm sure you can, babe," you say coyly, your voice smooth and teasing.

He groans deeply, partly because he loves this—being used by you in this vulnerable state—but partly because he's indeed unsure how much more his body can handle. Still, his cock remains rock hard, twitching at even the lightest touch.

"Don’t you finally want my hands on your cock?" you ask softly, your fingers dangerously close to his throbbing length, teasing him. His hips jerk involuntarily, his cock twitching in desperate need.

He laughs, a tortured, breathless sound. "I do," he admits, though you can hear in his voice there’s something more.

"But?" you prompt, letting your fingernails lightly scratch along the sensitive skin of his cock, just enough to tease but not to hurt. He jolts at the sensation, his body trembling in response.

"Nothing but," he blurts quickly, his need to please you overriding any protests.

For his quick answer, you reward him with a slightly firmer scratch at the head of his cock. The soft groan that escapes him is a mixture of pain and pleasure, his body fighting against itself.

“Do tell,” you demand, your voice firm but patient, enjoying the way his mind scrambles for the right answer.

"I want your hands on my cock, but I know you're gonna want more than just a quick handjob," he finally confesses, his breath shaky.

You chuckle softly, darkly. "You're right. I'm gonna want more than that. You have to work for every orgasm. You have to earn it. You know that, right?"

As you speak, your hand finally closes around the base of his cock, giving him the touch he's been craving all day. He lets out a shaky breath, knowing this is only the beginning. His body tenses, anticipation and dread building in equal measure. He turns his face into his arm, hiding from you, his voice a croak. "Right."

You gently take his chin, guiding his face back toward you. "No hiding, Rafe. Look at me," you command softly but firmly. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours, and he swallows hard, nodding.

"Tell me again, do you understand?"

His voice is clearer this time, though still shaky. "Yes, ma'am."

With a satisfied smile, you begin to stroke his cock with one hand, slow and deliberate, watching his body respond to your touch. He’s so sensitive, so responsive, and you can’t help but admire how easy it is to unravel him. Meanwhile, your other hand reaches for your toy collection. You know exactly what you're looking for—the dildo that has become one of his favorites and, coincidentally, one of your favorite tools to use on him.

Once you find it, you guide the tip to his entrance and, with one smooth motion, you push it inside him. The sudden fullness makes him cry out in a mix of surprise and pleasure. His body jerks, half wanting to pull away, half wanting to push back.

"It's big," he groans, his entire body trembling as he adjusts to the size. You watch as he struggles between the urge to flee from the intensity and the desire to fuck himself on the toy.

"Don’t tense up," you remind him sternly, your voice cutting through his haze.

He’s trying, but it’s clear from the way his muscles clench that he’s fighting a losing battle. “Is it the vibrating one?” he asks, his voice edged with panic and hope at the same time.

You smirk, knowing exactly how to push him. Without a word, you turn on the vibrations. The effect is immediate: his moan is loud, raw, almost obscene. His body trembles under the onslaught, the vibrations hitting all the right places.

“I’m close,” he croaks, his voice weak and desperate. His body is already reacting, pushing toward another orgasm.

“Already?” you mock, though there’s amusement in your tone. You press the dildo harder against his prostate, making sure the vibrations hit him just right. His body spasms, his toes curling as the pleasure overwhelms him.

“If you want to cum, you need to ask,” you say, your voice low, almost a purr.

“May I cum?” he pleads, his words rushed, desperate.

You tilt your head, pretending to consider it. “No, not yet,” you say simply, watching as his body shudders with frustration. You love seeing him teeter on the edge, trapped between pleasure and torment.

You continue to work him, pushing the dildo in and out of him, varying the pressure and angle to keep him guessing. His cock twitches in your hand, leaking steadily, his whole body trembling with the need to release. But you don’t let up, not yet.

“Remember, Rafe, what are the two things that will make me stop?” you ask, your voice suddenly serious, cutting through the haze of pleasure clouding his mind.

He blinks up at you, his chest heaving as he tries to focus on your words. “When…whenever you want, or if I safeword,” he manages to choke out.

You nod approvingly. “That’s right. And until one of those things happens, I’m going to keep playing with you.” You give the dildo another hard thrust, hitting his prostate dead on, and he lets out a loud, helpless moan.

—

As Rafe’s final orgasm crashes over him, his body goes completely limp, a deep, guttural moan slipping from his lips. The toy buried inside him trembles as his muscles tighten, and his cock throbs in your hand. He spills all over himself, shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through him. His breath is ragged, eyes half-closed, and his body twitching from exhaustion and overstimulation.

You smile to yourself, feeling the tension leave his body as he finally gives in to the pleasure, spent and vulnerable beneath you. For a moment, you simply watch him—taking in the sight of his flushed skin, the way his chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, the soft tremble in his legs. He looks utterly wrecked, yet undeniably beautiful.

Quietly, you remove the dildo from him, careful to be gentle now, knowing that even the smallest touch could be too much for him in this state. He flinches slightly, his eyes fluttering open, but you place a hand on his chest to calm him.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re done, babe,” you murmur softly, your voice no longer commanding but tender.

Rafe lets out a long, slow breath, his entire body sinking into the mattress. He’s still trembling, but this time it’s from the comedown—the gradual release of all the tension you’ve built inside him.

Carefully, you undo the knots at his wrists and ankles, freeing him from the restraints. His arms and legs fall limp, too exhausted to do anything but lie there. Once he’s untied, you softly stroke his skin where the ropes had been, soothing the faint red marks left behind. You can feel the subtle quiver of his muscles beneath your fingertips, still recovering from everything you’ve put him through.

He doesn’t say a word, but the soft sigh that escapes him speaks volumes.

When you’re sure he’s untied and comfortable, you leave him for a moment, moving quietly to grab a warm, damp cloth. You return quickly and begin gently wiping him down, your touch light and caring as you clean his chest, his stomach, his thighs. He winces a little when you get to his cock, still overly sensitive, so you take extra care to be gentle, pausing if he tenses too much. His eyes are half-closed, his breathing still a little uneven, but his expression is one of pure contentment.

You slip into bed beside him, reaching for the blanket, draping it over your bodies and pulling him close without saying a word. He lets out a soft, tired groan as you gather him into your arms, resting his head against your chest, his body wrapping automatically around yours. His body fits perfectly against yours even though he is taller than you. You somehow found a position to cuddle in where the two of you are both, big and little spoon, simultaneously—it's perfect. His breathing gradually evens out as you run your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in slow, calming strokes.

There’s a quiet intimacy in the room now, a stark contrast to the raw intensity of moments before. You don’t need to say anything, the silence is enough—filled with unspoken understanding, trust, and something deeper neither of you is quite ready to voice yet.

As you continue stroking his hair, Rafe shifts slightly, curling into you even more. His fingers, still trembling a little, find your hand and he squeezes it gently, a wordless acknowledgment of everything that just passed between you. You squeeze back, the gesture simple but filled with so much meaning.

“You okay?” you ask softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Mhm,” he hums, his face buried in the crook of your neck. There’s a softness in his tone that you don’t hear often—a vulnerability that he only shows in these quiet moments after you’ve taken him apart and pieced him back together. He’s completely relaxed, his body heavy with exhaustion but at peace.

You stay like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the quiet stretch out between you. His breathing becomes deeper, more rhythmic, and you can tell he’s close to falling asleep. But even as he drifts off, he stays wrapped around you, his body instinctively seeking your warmth, your presence.

Before his breathing evens out completely, you press a soft kiss to the top of his head, the gesture filled with affection. He stirs slightly, nuzzling closer in response.

“I’ll make sure you’re always this comfortable,” you whisper softly, knowing he’s too far gone to respond but saying it anyway. There’s no need for grand declarations, no need for words you’re not ready to say yet. The way you’re holding him, the way he clings to you even in his sleep—it’s enough. It’s more than enough.

As Rafe’s breathing deepens, and his body melts against yours, you feel an overwhelming sense of contentment wash over you. The connection between you is undeniable, even without the infamous three words. You stay there, holding him, watching as his chest rises and falls softly in sleep, and you know—this is how it’s supposed to be. 

Just before you drift off, you vaguely remember Rafe telling you once that he could never sleep with someone else in the room, which is why he never stayed over. Your heart nearly explodes when you open your eyes again, only to see this beautiful man fast asleep beside you.

[bleghhhhhh03]

pretty gay boy that cums in his jeans just from having his back scratched>>>>