UHM YES?!?? Someone Write This Asap PLEASE

i feel like rafe would 100% do lines of coke on are boobies and thighs

oh i definitely agree. off your tits, your stomach too. but what really gets me is the inner thighs. like imagine he has you spread out on his bed, his bathroom counter, kitchen table, etc., and he does a line, getting closer and closer to your pussy, and once he's done he dives into you like a starved man. not an inch of you goes un-devoured, and you're also left with heaps of love bites on the inner parts of your thighs for only him to see and relish in.

concepts

okay so hi! i wanted to send in a lil jj and rafe prompt myself for the kook princess.

so i lowkey think that she gets tired of the beefing one day and she’s just all upset because she doesn’t know what to do or who to chose in this whole situation, so she just pulls a “if i can’t have you both i don’t want either of you” which was hard enough for her to do anyway because let’s be so real standing on business with RAFE & JJ is hell in itself. so she like really stands on business doesn’t come around either of them avoiding parties the whole nine until she ends up needing to go to midsommars or something kinda much like kie in season one her parents are making her go, so word gets around fast that she’s going because people haven’t seen her in a while and jj leaps on the opportunity to work with pope & heyward, so he can see her and obviously rafe is gonna be there regardless. she doesn’t come until late which gave rafe and jj enough time to at least come to a certain level of an agreement, she still avoids them all night staying with her parents and drifting to sarah whenever she got the opportunity. so she finally ends up going to the bathroom and they basically corner her (teamwork 🤣) and they talk to her and they both end up fucking her in the stall.

this!!!!! this is perfect. i never brought the two of them together bc i just thought it was too unlikely because they really don’t like eachother — but if they’re kinda forced together by reader giving them no other choice it seems more likely.

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jj practically jumps you in the corridor, appearing frantically infront of you in his lil waiter get up and starts dragging you to the bathroom.

“jj, no — i already told you—”

“just five minutes just — just hear me out for five minutes okay — c’mon, in you go, chop chop.” he pushes you into the bathroom before turning round and blinking at passersby who worriedly witnessed the low level kidnap. “nothin’ to see here alright just, carry on…” he excuses awkwardly before closing the door.

upon entering, to your surprise rafe is stood in the centre of the room with his hands in his pockets and lips pursed like he was forced to be there too. he perks up a little on your entry, eyeing you over. he speaks your name and you glance between the two boys nervously.

“damn, you— you look really beautiful i mean—” rafe begins as he edges towards you and you all but nearly stomp your foot, pointing to him with an angry pout.

“don’t!”

the oldest boy holds his hands up, slowing his pace as he approaches you, showing he comes in peace. “alright, alright… look we… just wanted to talk to you. ‘that okay?”

your eyes slide over to jj, who’s gazing at you with this desperate plea that makes you soften a little. you cross your arms and nod, and naturally the boys close in on you, shielding you from the rest of the room.

“trust me, okay— the last thing i wanna do is share you with rafe freaking cameron but,” the blonde runs a hand through his hair frustratedly as the cameron rolls his eyes. “you went goddamn… radio silent on us and i was worried, okay? are you seeing the level of concern you caused right now? ‘cus i’m standing next to rafe and my hands aren’t around his neck—”

“yeah like you could reach, buddy.”

“i’m like three inches shorter than you asshole i’on even wanna hear it right now ‘cus—”

“guys.” you interject sulkily, huffing a sigh out your nose.

“sorry, sorry— yes, so uh— to cut this thing short, maybe until you like, make a decision or whatever… we can alternate weeks with you?”

you gaze up at them from beneath your lashes unsurely. “like… you get me this week rafe gets me next week… and so on?”

“yeah i’m not thrilled about this guy gettin’ you at all but i’ll… i’ll take it.” rafe scuffs his shoe on the floor, uncharacteristically bashfully.

you think, and honestly as it was the best case scenario you nod, gaze flickering between the two of them.

“okay… just… want you both. missed you.” you don’t know who to look at, so you cement your stare to your shoes. there’s some shuffling of feet through the tense silence before you feel a pair of fingers gripping your jaw lightly, tilting your head up to them.

“look… why don’t you uh, why don’t you give maybank here a little kiss. alright? i’m— i’m actively showin’ you i’m cool with it.”

even jj’s brows lift in surprise, licking over his rubied lips as he watches you for permission. you let rafe’s hand drag you closer, before bringing your mouth to jj’s, locking lips. rafe’s hand switches to cup the back of your head, supposedly feeling this was the most control he could have in the situation. his eyes flutter in irritation as he watches jj slip you tongue and after a moment he pulls you back, immediately bringing your mouth to his— to kiss you sloppier and dirtier than the blonde.

jj’s eyes roll, licking over his lips once more. “jesus, dude — okay.”

you let out a pleased moan after a moment, just happy to have your favourite boys back with you, this time together — and rafe tugs you back with a smug smirk. you watch his eyes flutter up to the cubicle behind you, before his gaze moves to jj.

“get the door, yeah busboy?” he slaps jj on the back, and with his tongue in his cheek — he pushes the cubicle door open for the three of you to fit inside.

“watch it, douche.” he glares as rafe leads you in. it’s a squeeze, but it’ll do for now. the competitive nature in them both was flared up to ten, set on using this time as a way to prove themselves to you.

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I’m so here for this, need this asap

where are the zed necrodopolis fics that embrace his zombie traits?? where’s the “angst” where he’s pounding you hard and his hunger and lust just get so mixed up that he goes in for a bite??

NSFW Alphabet: Miguel Diaz

Warnings: Mentions of smut!

NSFW Alphabet: Miguel Diaz

A= Aftercare (What he's like after sex) Miguel is an absolute sweetheart when it comes to aftercare, he takes so much after his mom with a kind heart. Usually almost every time afterwards Miguel will make you some of his grandmas famous food bowl.

B= Body Part (His favorite body part of yours) He loves your stomach and your butt, he loves to press kisses and place hickeys along your stomach so when you leave the next few days no one can see, he loves grabbing onto your butt when doing missionary. Though he also loves to watch your perky breasts bounce while he speeds up his pace.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) He likes to cum in the condom most of the time, it’s the closest he can get without getting your pregnant, even if you are on birth control or there is a plan b, he just wants to play it safe. He also loves to cum on your butt if you’re doing doggy style.

D= Dirty Secret (Miguel's dirty secret) One time you left a clean pair of underwear over when staying and he was quite horny so he ended up jerking off with them, also cumming in them leaving a stain even after washing them. Not only did he feel super guilty that he did it, but he never told you because he was embarrassed so he just hid them in his room since you forgot about them.

E= Experience (How experienced is Miguel) Not at all experienced you both were virgins and he did not know what to do for your first time, you ended up taking the lead but eventually he got confident and started taking the lead.

F= Favorite Position (His favorite position) He likes missionary and doggy style, missionary so he can watch your facial expressions and keep eye contact, doggy so he can get a good view of you butt and a good grip on your waist.

G= Goofy (Is he goofy during sex) Miguel can be goofy during sex, mostly because he’s nervous and he doesn’t know what to do so he just makes jokes out of it which lightens the mood a little.

H= Hair (Does the carpet match the drapes) Yes it does, Miguel never thought to shave or anything but he soon got super embarrassed about it and was going to go clean shaved but you stepped up and told him that he didn’t need to be embarrassed and it was normal and quite manly, now he feels super confident about it.

I= Intimacy (How romantic is Miguel during the moment) He is a simp for you so he makes sure to make every time as romantic as he possible can to satisfy you.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation) Miguel doesn’t jack off that much, but one he does he thinks about how you feel wrapped around him and how you feel blowing him, god he’s such a simp for everything you do. It makes him melt.

K= Kink (How kinky is Miguel) Miguel’s not very kinky, though he has thought about wrapping his hand around your throat as your own personal necklace he hasn’t yet because he doesn’t think you’re into it.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do) Miguel’s favorite place that you’ve ever had sex would have to be at the dojo in the back room, your were just helping him practice and he pinned you against the mat and one thing led to another.

M= Motivation (What gets him going) Your innocent moans can make him burst at any moment it’s crazy. He loves hearing your angelic moans even sometimes if you moan by accident when your mad it makes him hot and bothered.

N= No (A turn off, something Miguel would never do) He would never be able to hurt you, he is so gentle with you it’s crazy. He wouldn’t be able to hurt you even if you asked for it, it would simply make him feel like garbage.

O= Oral (His preference in giving and receiving) He mostly loves going down on you for the simple fact that he simply craves your taste, sometimes Miguel will get so carried away that you will have already came and he just keeps on flick his tongue and sucking causing you to go into overstimulation and eventually cum again.

P= Pace (Is he fast and rough, slow and sensual; etc) He is in the middle, he can be super gentle and rough at the same time. It astounds you at how he can be gentle and make you cum in less that 10 minutes.

Q= Quickie (Miguel's opinion in quickies/fast and rushed sex) He doesn’t mind them but he prefers the real thing over a quickie. It makes him feel a lot closer to you when you got the full time.

R= Risk (Does he like to take risks) He doesn’t mind risks, but he wouldn’t want to get caught by his mom and grandma, it would simply traumatize him.

S= Stamina (How long can he go for, and how long does he last) He can last for 4 rounds, all of that karate paid off in the end. With foreplay it takes about 5 hours tops, but without it it only takes 3 hours. He can usually cum within the 30 minute range, and can make you cum in 10.

T= Toy (Does he like to use toys) Again he doesn’t really mind them but he would simply prefer just the two of you and no toys.

U= Unfair (How much does he like to tease, does he tease) He is an unintentional tease, sometimes he will be fingering you and you’ll be so astonishing to him that he’ll forget to move his fingers when you’re about to cum.

V= Volume (How loud is Miguel during the moment) He is pretty loud, his whimpers and heavy breathing could be heard from room to room. But it’s so hot so you don’t care.

W= Wild Card (Random head-con for Miguel) Miguel has such a harmless obsession with your body that if you would let him he would cover every inch. One time you accidentally sent him a nude that you were deciding on sending but then decided not to so you accidentally hit send and he’s cherished that photo, he puts it in his hidden album on his phone so no one can see it.

X= X- Ray (Lets see what's going on in them pants shall we) Miguel is definitely 6 1/2 inches tops.

Y= Yearning (How high is Miguel's sex drive) Not that high, he doesn’t even think about sex most times, well that was until he got with you and you brought it to his life, the it slowly increased.

Z= Zzzzz (How fast does Miguel fall asleep afterwards) if you both cuddle with no talking then he’ll accidentally fall asleep but he can’t until he knows that you’ve been fed and tooken care of.

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Here’s another one!

Uhm?!?? Yess!!! I’ll take 14 of them, NEOWWW

Kinda dark!JJ maybank x reader concept

Thinking about pervy and obsessed JJ.

JJ maybank is one of your closest friends. He's always flirty and playful, but with you it's different. With you, every little moment never feels like enough. Every time you're around, he's intoxicated.

It's not enough that he makes you laugh so hard you sound out of breath when you say his name. He craves to hear the way you would sound as he drills into you. He tries to picture the way you would whine his name when he jerks his cock.

It's not enough that JJ gets to see you in that bikini. Of course he's going to take photos and videos when he thinks no one's looking. He tries his best to be subtle about it, taking as many as he can from the low angle.

He realises later that he likes it that way. It's not a professional shoot but something you are completely unaware of. The angles may be awkward but when he's touching himself he feel's like watching you isn't such a bad idea.

And soon enough, that's exactly what he's doing, watching you through your bedroom window.

For the first few nights he just watches you sleep, so peaceful and unaware. He loves seeing you like this, but he can barely contain his excitement when he finally catches you touching himself.

From where he's hiding he definitely can't hear you, and the view isn't head on. It's not like you're standing right in front of the window hoping to be seen. Still, he thinks this is perfect. Even if his phone isn't the best quality in this lighting, JJ isn't going to miss this opportunity. Occasionally he pans the camera down to his painfully hard cock, showing the camera exactly how you make him feel.

He whines and whispers, talking to you, even though he and his phone are the only ones to hear him. He tells you how fucking perfect you are as you give him a show. He whines your name and promises when he gets his chance, he will make you feel incredible. Because while this will do for now, it's simply not enough.

Jawbreaker

Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Who knew that asking your boyfriend's best friend for help with your sex life would make your boyfriend very angry...

warnings: DUB-CON, slightly toxic relationship, Rafe is mean but what else is new, dumb!reader, bimbo!reader, kook!reader

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Rafe’s groans were loud above you—as they always were—and while his satisfaction made you feel good about yourself and your efforts, the tight grip he had on your hair reminded you of your shame. Truthfully, you didn’t think you had done anything shameful—you were only trying to do something nice for your boyfriend—but as Rafe had stared you down with that deep frown on his face and the slight curl of his upper lip…

You realized very quickly that you had done something very wrong.

Rafe slightly lifted his hips off of his bed, forcing the length of his cock further past your lips. All of the saliva on his length made the intrusion smooth and easy, but it also made you feel a tad gross, but you recalled what Topper had said.

“Blowjobs are…dirty work,” he’d said while rubbing the back of his head. “The messier it is, the better.”

He’d shrugged at you, and despite the way those words made you frown, you believed him. Not only was he a guy, but he was Rafe’s best friend, and so he had to know what he liked. That was what drove you to seek out Topper for help to begin with. That and the fact that Sarah had given you a firm no when you’d initially gone to her. Something about feeling weird giving you sex advice all the while knowing it was going to be used on her brother.

“It never hurts to…spit on it,” the younger blond had advised.

Sex was already wet and sweaty and involved swapping bodily fluids, but something about spit just never…settled with you. With that being said, you took his advice and did just that, pulling your lips off of Rafe’s cock for only a moment to spit on the tip. When Rafe cursed from above you, you knew that you did something right, but it seemed that it clicked for him on how you knew to do that, and he was shoving himself back into your mouth again.

“Did Topper teach you that? Huh?” he sneered from above you, lifting his hips over and over again to drive himself between your swollen lips.

It brought tears to your eyes, not because it hurt, but because it became clear early on that this was just as much a gift for Rafe as it was a punishment for you. The sound of your mouth swallowing him repeatedly was loud in the otherwise quiet room, only accompanied by the blond’s uneven breathing. Your nose almost touched Rafe’s stomach, and you made a noise deep in your throat.

Your boyfriend heard it.

“I should make you gag on it, you know that?” he breathed. “I should break that pretty little jaw.”

His hand guided your head over him, rhythmically bobbing your head over his lap, and when you stole a peek, your tearful gaze met Rafe’s even one. As your eyes met, you felt…torn. Rafe looked so pretty with his cock in your mouth. Those blue eyes the most expressive you’ve ever seen them, his pink lips parted, and his dirty blonde hair with a mind of its own. You really, really liked him seeing like this, but…

Those blue eyes weren’t just dripping with desire for his sweet girlfriend. Rafe was also angry—pissed—and although you struggled to grasp why at first, you were slowly beginning to understand. Rafe had a habit of losing his cool if some guy even so much as looked at you the wrong way, but even still, Topper was his best friend and you were his girlfriend. You were two people he trusted the most, and that was why you’d had no hesitation in being honest with him.

“...and what were you doing at Topper’s?” was what he’d asked you less than thirty minutes ago.

When he’d asked you about your day, it had sort of slipped out without you even realizing it, and your lips had parted at the realization you’d ruined the surprise. A frown had formed between your brows, and you’d struggled to come up with a lie, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“He was helping me with something.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it was too vague of an answer for Rafe’s liking, and your boyfriend had stepped closer, his face pinched as he looked between your eyes.

“What was Topper helping you with that I couldn’t help you with?”

Your lips had opened and closed, struggling with what to say to him.

“It’s a surprise,” you’d said to him in a small voice.

You’d given him a small smile, but Rafe hadn’t returned it, and that was the first inkling you felt that something was wrong. Rafe’s house was empty—his entire family out—and he’d moved closer to you, tilting his head.

“...and have you ever known me to like surprises?”

You’d thought about it for a few moments before eventually shaking your head, shoulders sagging a bit.

“No…but you will like this one,” you’d answered, perking up with a smile and gently tugging on his shirt.

Again, Rafe hadn’t returned it, and you’d started to think that he wouldn’t like your surprise, after all, but he was a guy, and Sarah said that all guys loved getting their dicks sucked. Besides, it was among the many things you’d come across on Rafe’s laptop one day, links and videos full of people—women—doing things that you’d never done with him, things he’d never even brought up with you.

While it wasn’t like you thought he’d leave you over whatever you didn’t do for him, it still left a bad taste in your mouth. Sure, Rafe told you all the time that he loved what he loved about you and that he’d kill for you—something that made you a tad uncomfortable actually—but there was something about knowing Rafe desired much more than you were actively giving to him.

Did he not think you’d want to? Or that maybe you weren’t capable?

“Well, where is this surprise that you had to go to my best friend for?” he wondered, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Here?” you’d wondered, to which he nodded. “Now?”

Again, Rafe nodded, face stony, and you gave him a soft okay.

It was clear that he hadn’t been expecting you to kiss him, gently pressing your lips to his before parting them. As you coaxed his tongue out of his mouth, you reached for his folded arms, slowly pulling them apart before letting your hands drift to the waistband of his pants. At that, Rafe stopped you, and you pulled back slightly with a frown.

You were in the kitchen, but it wouldn’t be the first time you and Rafe did stuff in some place other than a bedroom, so you didn’t think that was why he stopped you. You found out that you were right.

When your eyes met Rafe’s, he was frowning at you with a different kind of frown now, and he slowly looked between your eyes as he studied your face. Excitement buzzed through your body as he just looked at you, but when his hands tightened on your wrists, your brow twitched, and you blinked.

“I don’t care about the surprise anymore—fuck the surprise, actually. What exactly did you and Topper do this afternoon?”

His tone and his voice had you shrinking in on yourself, and this was the moment that you realized Rafe was mad. Your lips parted as he stared down his nose at you, and when his hold grew tighter, you winced.

“I… I wanted to learn how to give you a good blowjob.”

It was the first time you were sure you’d ever seen Rafe just…freeze. The kitchen grew completely silent, and the air between you felt oddly off. Your boyfriend just stared at you for what felt like a long time, and for a moment, you started to wonder if he’d even heard you. Like you, he started to open and close his mouth a few times before eventually deciding on just snapping it shut. You watched Rafe’s jaw clench, and when he swiped his tongue between his lips, his chest was brushing yours.

“Topper…taught you…how to give a good blowjob.”

He said the words slowly, and you nodded in confirmation of the statement.

“I know that’s what you like, and-.”

“So, you gave Topper a blowjob?”

“No!”

The word came out so loud that it startled you, but Rafe’s question had startled you even more. Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, and as his own words hung in the air, you realized the cause for his sour mood. The thought actually made you chuckle, because Topper had been terrified of the same thing when you first went to him.

“We didn’t do anything that you and I would do,” you sweetly told him. “He just told me and showed me what to do.”

It was practically the same words you’d said to Topper when he also misunderstood you, but oddly enough, it hadn’t seemed to calm him down. He’d still been jittery and nervous, forcing you to basically beg him for his help. Even weirder, the clarification didn’t seem to calm Rafe down either, and you watched him press his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

His gaze briefly landed on the ceiling as he nodded.

“He just…told you and showed you what to do,” Rafe repeated, and you’d been dating him long enough to notice certain patterns with his tone.

You felt yourself shrinking a bit—deflating—and tears had kissed your eyes.

“I feel like you’re mad.”

Rafe had let out a laugh, but you struggled to find the humor in the situation. When your boyfriend looked at you again, he was stepping towards you, forcing you back. He was shaking his head at you—in that way that didn’t make you feel good—and you were suddenly reminded of the times when he wasn’t so nice to you and even made you cry.

“I know…I know that it takes you a little bit longer than everyone else to catch up sometimes,” he whispered, letting your hand go to gently take your chin between his fingers. “I know that.”

You struggled to piece together what he meant by that, and when you finally did, he was already insulting you again.

“...but you went to another man to help you learn how to go down, and you’re wondering if I’m mad?”

Rafe just stared at you, brows raised, and you slowly realized that he was expecting you to say something. With the knowledge that he initially thought you cheated on him, you were starting to see how Rafe might not see this from your eyes. Both Sarah and Rafe had repeatedly told you that everyone didn’t think like you did, but you hadn’t cheated on Rafe, so you were really struggling to understand his anger, right now.

You’d done it for him.

“I just wanted to make you happy,” you’d whispered.

At those words, you watched as Rafe’s eyes glazed over, and he stared you down with a look you couldn’t place. You watched the corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and when he let you go, the blood rushed through your arm again. Your boyfriend took a step back before raising his arm in a gesture towards the stairs.

“Well, let’s go…”

You’d straightened at the shift in his demeanor.

“Show me what he taught you, and make me happy.”

That was how you found yourself on your knees with Rafe’s cock in your mouth, and his hand on your head. He was rough, but you’d expected it because Rafe often was. However, you also accepted that there was an added layer to that because he was pissed off. You’d genuinely gone to Topper for help and to do something for your boyfriend in return for all he’d done for you.

Yes, Rafe could be mean sometimes, but he always told you he was sorry and made up for it by putting a gift in your hand. He wasn’t perfect, no, but neither were you. You knew how imperfect you were, how frustrating you could be—something your parents had never failed to be honest with you about—and so you didn’t expect from him what even you yourself didn’t live up to.

Besides, Rafe was always looking out for you—at parties, at the mall, and even in your own home when you had another near miss. He was always buying you any dress you wanted, and he was more sweet than he was mean. At least, you thought so. He often ran you baths and detangled your hair and helped you pick out what blush or lipgloss to put on. He enjoyed dressing you up, and you enjoyed letting him.

Your life just seemed to flow so much easier and smoother since you started dating Rafe.

…and you’d always known you weren’t the brightest person in the room, so whenever Rafe expressed his frustration with that, you tried not to let it get to you. This time was different though. This time you’d gone out of your way to try and do something nice for him, to try and be a better girlfriend to make him happy…and he wasn’t happy.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Rafe snapped when you pulled away, letting him fall out of your mouth.

He sat up and looked down at you as you knelt on the floor, arms crossed over your chest. With one look into your eyes, your boyfriend huffed, and you bit your lip in an attempt to keep it from trembling.

“You’re being mean,” you tearfully told him.

“No shit,” he bit out, reaching for you, but you reared back.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you!”

“By going to my best friend and asking him to teach you how to suck my dick, are you crazy?”

“How else was I supposed to surprise you, Rafe? Was I supposed to take notes from all of those videos on your computer?”

A silence descended over you, and you avoided his gaze. You could feel him staring at you, and you continued to look at the wall behind him.

“Is that what this is about?” he eventually sighed.

“You like it, otherwise you wouldn’t watch it. Any of it…”

A blowjob seemed the easiest barrier to cross, but you had worried yourself a bit on how you’d ever hype yourself up into doing any of that other stuff. You’d told yourself one step at a time, but who knew that what you thought would be the easiest would cause all of this. You angrily wiped away a stray tear.

“Come here…come here,” Rafe repeated himself when you didn’t budge, reaching for you and pulling you between his knees again.

He took your face into his hands and forced you to look at him. Rafe didn’t look as angry, now, eyes softer, and he brushed his thumb along your mouth.

“If I wanted to do everything I watched then we’d be in trouble.”

He chuckled to himself, but you didn’t laugh.

“Then why watch it?” you whispered, and your boyfriend rolled his eyes.

“It’s like putting on a football game.”

“Rafe, I saw some woman getting fucked by three men at once. No way you’re comparing that to football…”

“I’m just saying…” he started, leaning in and kissing you. “It’s not a big deal and especially not enough to where you need to go running to Topper for help on our sex life.”

His hand found it’s way to your throat.

“You want to know how to make me happy then you come to me,” he lowly said against your lips. “That’ll make me happier than any surprise, you understand?”

You nodded at that, and his hand moved to your hair again as he leaned back.

“Now spit on it, baby, just like you did before.”

You did, and soon after, Rafe was in your mouth again.

His hips wouldn’t stay still as you sucked in your cheeks around him, a sound leaving your boyfriend that you were sure you’d never even heard before. The groans that left him were animalistic, and you were shocked by how much it turned you on. You didn’t think that focusing on pleasuring Rafe would be so exciting, but it filled you with something that made you feel proud.

“Use your hand,” you heard him breathe.

You recalled Topper mentioning that, and you brought your hand up to wrap around what your lips couldn’t. Rafe lifted his hips again, one hand on your hair and the other on your wrist. When he softly told you to bring up your other hand, you didn’t quite understand why until he took it and placed it under his shaft. You played with him there, and Rafe’s satisfied moan reached your ears.

You bobbed your head over him for a while, taking in the taste of him and every sound he made. He sucked air through his teeth when you flattened your tongue against his cock, dragging it along him as you continued to suck him. All the while, you progressively grew wetter and wetter, enough to almost make you feel embarrassed. When Rafe started to sit up—albeit with difficulty—confusion filled you. It only grew when he pulled you off of him, completely standing now.

He looked down at you and you looked up at him as he rested his hands on the sides of your head.

“Open your mouth for me,” he purred. “Keep it open just like that.”

On instinct, you reached out to grip the back of his thighs as he began to thrust himself into your mouth. Something about it turned you on even more, and you didn’t know why. Maybe it was the look in his eyes? You could certainly see them better from this angle, and the blue of them looked so much darker to you as Rafe watched his cock disappear into your mouth.

Maybe it was the way you could see his chest heaving, quickly rising and falling as he struggled to breathe from how you were making him feel. His button down was open, and your eyes took in the slight glisten on his chest from the sweat. Your eyes traced his skin in the low light and then eventually his hair and how it hung along his forehead, kissing the skin there.

Or maybe…just maybe…you liked the feeling of Rafe using you.

You were completely still as he fucked your mouth, keeping your lips parted and your tongue flat for him. You liked being on your knees and letting Rafe use you as a means to an end, letting him use you to chase his high that would no doubt end in him spilling himself down your throat. You could tell that Rafe liked it too, your boyfriend not taking his eyes off of you once.

The choked gasps and groans from his mouth got louder and louder, and even if he wasn’t holding your head in place, you were sure you would’ve still remained there to let him come in your mouth, ropes of warmth hitting the back of your throat and tongue as he continued to fuck your mouth through his orgasm.

Rafe stroked your cheeks as he came, his breathing slowly becoming even again, and when he moved your head, you slid your lips along his cock one last time, tongue sliding against his length and swallowing anything left behind.

“Good girl,” you heard him murmur from above you.

When Rafe bent down to kiss you, you lifted yourself a bit to help him, smiling against his lips. His hand twisted into the hair at the nape of your neck, and you moaned into the kiss.

“You were just trying to be a good girlfriend, huh,” he whispered into your mouth.

You frantically nodded at that, happy that he wasn’t mad at you anymore.

“I guess I can’t fault you for that,” he hummed. “...but I’m still going to have to kick Topper’s ass.”

Omg yes???? tag me IMMEDIATELY if someone does this 😩

reader crying during sex this reader crying after sex that but what about rafe crying after sex because he's never been so loved or felt so loved

⟢ JUST FOR THE NIGHT

presenting kinktober day 4 ➔︎ rafe x reader x trevor

warnings: threesome, double vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, oral (f & m receiving), degrading, praise, squirting, creampie, slight breeding, 18+ mdni word count: 2.8k a/n: rafe's dialogue is in bold + trevor's is in italics (warning that this is my first time writing a threesome)

kinktober m.list ⟡ rafe m.list ⟡ main m.list

you and your boyfriend, trevor, were at some random halloween party that a friend of yours invited you to. you weren’t familiar with who lived in the big house other than knowing you were in figure eight, but you didn’t care, you were merely here to have fun. throughout the night, you began to let loose due to the number of shots you and trevor had consumed.

your ears perked at your favorite song playing, and you squealed, dragging your boyfriend through the crowd of bodies. trevor wrapped his arms around your waist, “god, you look so sexy, baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck, his soft lips peppering kisses along your neck to your shoulder as both of you move to the music.

his hands roamed up and down your waist, resting under your tits, and you hummed to the song as your eyes drifted to see a tall blonde, who looked identical to your boyfriend, watching the two of you. your eyes meet rafe’s as he sips his drink, his eyes raking up and down your body, and you can see the corner of his lip twitching upwards when he sees trevor walking away before quickly downing what was left in the red solo cup and setting it aside to make his way to you. 

“what do we have here? little red riding hood, huh?” rafe smirked, his tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip, taking in your costume. his index finger trailed over the top of your dress, right above your tits, “you’re a pretty little thing,” he paused, “you know, i’ve been watching you since the minute you stepped foot into my house.”. 

“your house?” you furrowed your eyebrows, “mhm, what? you don’t know who i am?” he wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you into his hard, muscular chest, swaying you along with the music. you shook your head and a laugh rumbled in his chest, “you’re in tannyhill, does that ring a bell in that pretty head of yours?”.

“no, i’m not a local, just here with my boyfriend for a few weeks to visit a friend,” you muttered, “just visiting a friend, huh? and where did your boyfriend run off to?” he hummed. before you could respond, you felt a second pair of hands on your hips, “who’s your friend, baby?” trevor rasped, pressing himself against you. 

you stared at the man in front of you, realizing you never caught his name, “rafe,” he introduced himself to both you and your boyfriend. you craned your neck to look back at trevor to see he was looking back and forth between you and rafe, noticing how your eyes were glazed over and taking note of your bottom lip sucked between your teeth when you looked at rafe. he knew the look on your face all too well and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, “you could deny it all you want, but i know that look a little too well. you want him to fuck you, don’t you?”. 

you chewed on your lip anxiously, glancing over at rafe, who had an amused look on his face and was trying to decipher your facial expression. sure, you and trevor briefly mentioned wanting to try something new, but the thought didn’t stop you from rubbing your thighs together.  

“it’s okay if you do, baby. i could share you for one night,” your boyfriend whispered. “are you sure?” you hesitated, unsure whether he was serious since the two of you had never acted on the idea before. “mhm, i‘m sure. wanna know why? because you’re mine, and at the end of the night, you’re coming home with me, no one else,” trevor reassured, his hands rubbing up and down the sides of your waist. 

“we can try it, only if you want to. i don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” trevor murmured. his reassurance made your heart flutter, and you gave him a small nod, “i’m not uncomfortable, i do want to try, i’m just nervous.” 

it didn’t take much to convince rafe, who had a smug look etched on his face; all he had to hear from your boyfriend was, “heard that, cameron? my girl wants you to join,” before he led the two of you upstairs to his bedroom. once the three of you entered the room, rafe locked the door.

in a matter of seconds, you were sandwiched between both men with trevor’s lips on yours while rafe led wet, open-mouthed kisses on the column of your neck. rafe’s hands slide up your waist, cupping and squeezing your tits through your costume as they both back you to the edge of the bed. trevor worked at the zipper of your costume, unzipping it and shrugging it off your shoulders, letting it pool onto the floor, leaving you in only your lace thong and knee-high socks. he pulled away to lay back on the bed, “c’mere, wanna feel your sweet cunt on my tongue.”.

his fingers hooked into the waistband of your thong, pulling them down and tossing them to rafe, who stuffs them into the pocket of his pants. you swung your leg over trevor’s torso, and he grabbed your hips, yanking you back until your glistening cunt hovered over his face. “oh—“ a small squeak erupts from your throat when he licks a stripe along your slick folds, flattening his tongue. your hips bucked forward when he flicked and swirled his tongue onto your clit, “go on, baby, make rafe feel good while i eat this pretty pussy.”.

rafe‘s fingers thread through your hair, holding your head upright as he kicks his pants and boxers aside. his cock sprung out, slapping against his lower abdomen, and your mouth couldn’t help but water at the sight of his hard, veiny cock. he teasingly slaps the head of his cock against your lips, coating them with his precum, “be a good girl and open your mouth.”. 

you part your lips, letting your tongue dart out to lick at the bead of precum before swirling your tongue around his tip. he tugs at the roots of your hair, sinking his length deeper into your warm, wet mouth, “fuck, knew you’d look pretty with your mouth stuffed full.”.

trevor’s arms hooked over your thighs, pinning them down, his tongue working in tandem when your hips moved feverishly against his mouth. “shit–” rafe grunts, feeling your throat constrict around him when trevor’s tongue slips inside you, his nose grinding against your swollen clit. “you like that, baby? like having your pussy ate while sucking dick?” your boyfriend groaned. 

you mumbled incoherently around rafe in response, your tongue running along the underside of his cock as tears well in your eyes from rafe pushing your head further down, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he brutally fucks your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair when you try to pull away as you gag around him.

your muffled moans increasingly become more persistent as trevor skillfully works his tongue, flicking and sucking your sensitive bundle of nerves. you pathetically rut against trevor’s mouth, your legs trembling, feeling the tightening in your stomach growing tenfold and crying out as your orgasm washes over you.

the sight of your mascara-stained face was enough to send rafe over the edge, “shit, ‘m gonna cum,” he panted. his hips faltering, your nose tickling the small patch of hair resting below his belly button as he pushes his dick deep into your mouth, shooting thick ropes of cum down your throat.

he pulled away, swiping his thumb against the string of spit that connected between your lips and his tip. he collected the small amount of cum that dribbled out before pushing his thumb into your mouth, groaning when you sucked it clean, “good girl, so eager to please, huh?”. 

you bit your lip before gasping when trevor tossed you onto your back, kissing his way up your body to your lips, “did so fuckin’ good, baby,” he praised, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. you moaned at the taste of yourself on his tongue, whining and sitting up when he broke the kiss at rafe’s words, “bet that pretty little cunt feels even better than your mouth.”.

“i don’t think so, cameron, you can fuck her ass. her pussy was only made for me; it’s off-limits,” trevor snorted. you look between both men, your gaze settling on your boyfriend as you jut your bottom lip out, pouting at him, “trevor, it’s just for the night. you said you were sure and even said it yourself by the end of the night, i’m going home with you because i’m yours, remember?”.

his cerulean blue eyes softened at your pout, frowning to himself because not only did you use his words against him but because he knew you were right. “fine—but the only way cameron gets to fuck what’s mine is if we both do at the same time.”.

rafe chuckles at the idea, “shit, i don’t care as long as i get to feel her wrapped around me.”.

“w-what?” your eyes widened in disbelief, understanding exactly what he was indicating, “i don’t know if that's a good idea…i don’t think i could handle both of you.” 

“c’mon, baby, you were just pouting f’me to let rafe fuck you, and you want both of us,” trevor pointed out, “just trying to give your greedy little cunt what it wants.”.

you were teetering on the edge of the idea, not thinking you could take both of them. still, it didn’t stop your arousal from growing and sticking to your inner thighs, eager to at least give it a try. “atta girl, don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you,” rafe cooed, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip. 

the two swiftly discard the rest of their clothes before trevor lays flat on his back, your legs straddling either side of his hips as he pulls you on top of him. his hands rested on your hips, lifting you, and he gripped the base of his cock, lining himself with your sopping hole. you lower yourself onto him, your walls swallowing around him, sucking him in deeper as his cock splits you open. 

trevor rolled his hips into yours when he felt your body tense at the feeling of the mattress dipping under rafe’s weight as he climbed behind you.“s’okay, just gonna stretch you out for both of us,” rafe murmured, his large palm traveling up your back, pushing at your spine until your tits were pressed against your boyfriend’s chest. you felt his fingers run along your inner thighs, gasping when he slowly slipped his finger into your already stuffed cunt. 

rafe slowly moved his finger in and out of you; his gaze fixated on your facial expressions before adding another finger. your body wasn’t accustomed to the feeling, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt when he gently moved his middle and ring fingers, stretching you further. "you ready for more, princess?”. 

“y-yes,” you breathed out, nodding and looking at rafe over your shoulder while trevor’s lips trailed wet kisses from your jaw to neck, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto your hips as rafe removed his fingers and settled behind you. rafe spreads your ass cheeks to give him better access and lets a glob of his spit land where you and trevor are joined. 

“shit, princess…pussy is already stuffed full, don’t think there’s any room for me. you sure this tight little hole can take both of us?” rafe teases, running the thick head of his cock up and down your folds. a sharp whimper slips past your lips, burying your face into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck when rafe slowly pushes his tip in. 

your brain short-circuited as rafe slides himself in, pushing his hips forward till his pelvis is flush against your ass, his cock stretching you further than it already was before the two started to slowly thrust into you, allowing your body to grow accustomed to the feeling of both of their cocks inside you.

your whimpers bounce off the walls of rafe’s bedroom, the burning sensation of your pussy being stretched and filled past its limit subsiding as they go back and forth, their cocks steadily moving in and out of you simultaneously.

“such a greedy little slut, your boyfriend doesn’t leave you satisfied, or his dick isn’t enough for you?” rafe taunts, trying to piss your boyfriend off. you squeaked when trevor’s fingers dug into the flesh of your waist, his feet planted onto the firm mattress to harshly thrust up into you, “should be fuckin’ lucky i’m even letting you fuck her, cameron.”. 

your pussy squelches around their cocks as rafe pounds into you mercilessly. his hips snapping against your ass, watching the fatty flesh jiggle, “goddamn, princess, you’re soakin’ my cock. you like this, don’t you? like having your pretty hole stretched and fucked by two cocks?”.

you tried to sit up, only for rafe’s hand to lay flat on your back, holding you on top of trevor. you could feel tears well in your eyes, your nails biting into the skin of trevor’s biceps, leaving crescent-shaped marks as they pushed in and out of your soaked cunt. trevor’s fingers run through your hair, gently tugging your head away from his neck to capture your lips, his tongue pushing into your mouth, swallowing each moan and whimper that slipped from your lips.

“look at you…takin’ both of us at once like the filthy little slut you are,” he groaned, sucking and biting your plump, swollen lips.

you yelp abruptly when rafe’s large palm slaps your ass, your skin stinging from his signet ring catching against your skin. he grabs your hair, twisting it around his wrist to pull your head back. his lips brush against your ear, biting at the lobe, “you just wanna be our little fucktoy for the night, yeah?”.

“yes!” you sob out, their hips smacking into yours, pounding into your cunt relentlessly. their cocks deliciously dragging against your walls with each harsh thrust they give. your eyes squeeze shut when trevor’s hand snakes up your waist to your neck, firmly gripping your throat, forcing you to look him in the eyes, “keep those pretty eyes open, baby.”.

“s’too much,” you whimpered, “shh, you can take it. you’re doing so fuckin’ good,” his thumb prodded your bottom lip, shoving it into your mouth, watching you suck. the persistent abuse on your cervix caused by their cocks had your head spinning, barely able to muster a single thought, let alone words. you couldn’t help but moan around his thumb when rafe slipped his hand around to reach between your thighs, the pads of his fingers deftly rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit. 

the familiar tightening in your stomach had you clenching around them, “you wanna cum for us?” rafe grunted in your ear, his fingers never letting up. your vision blurs, tears streaming down your face, nodding frantically as it all becomes too overwhelming for your poor cunt to handle. 

“we’ll fill you up so fuckin’ good. just be a good girl and cum for us,” trevor rasps, looking up at you, his nails almost breaking skin from his bruising grip on your hips. your walls convulse around them, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs shaking uncontrollably at the intense pressure between your thighs. cries of pleasure erupt from your throat, wetness pooling your inner thighs and soaking their cocks.

“oh, fuck—” both men groaned as you collapsed onto trevor’s chest, too fucked out to realize you squirted. 

you could tell rafe was close, his thrusts growing sloppy, and his hips stuttered, giving you a few more thrusts. a strangled moan slips from his mouth, spilling himself inside you, and painting your walls white. you squirm, reaching out to hold onto rafe’s forearm as trevor holds you steady, snapping his hips up into you as he chases after his release, “gonna stuff this perfect cunt full with my cum.”. 

“p-please—“ you mewl; your desperate whimpers and pleas to be stuffed full sent your boyfriend over the edge, pushing his cock deep into your abused cunt, moaning as he empties himself inside you, stuffing you full with his thick cum. 

the room fell silent, only the sounds of the three of you panting filled the room. you stayed on top of trevor, nuzzling your face into the side of his neck in an attempt to catch your breath as he kissed your head, whispering praises into your ear.

you writhed as rafe pulled out and collapsed onto the bed before turning his head to look at the two of you, his chest heaving as he licked his lips, “you gonna let me have her to myself next time?”.

trevor grabs a pillow off the bed, chucking it at him, “next time? fat fuckin’ chance, cameron. you’re lucky you even got a chance.”.

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★ turned tables

a fic collab with @rafeyscurtainbangs

description: rafe has been your bully for as long as you remember. when you finally take the courage to stand up to him at midsummer's, it changes your relationship in more ways than one.

word count: 3.4k

warnings: mentions of bullying, violence, smut, degradation, name calling, slapping, rafe calling reader mommy.

rafe's pov:

I downed another drink before the night started, planning on getting shit faced for the entire evening. kelce was yapping about some girl as I leaned on the bar, head nodding in disinterest. where’s top? we were supposed to-

my jaw tightened as I swiveled my head to look behind me. Topper was chatting up some absolute stunner, though I could only see her from the back. she had this petite, black dress on with these black gloves that made my dick ache. her bare legs were accentuated by the thick, black boots she wore, making her as tall as topper. I smirked, watching the fat of her ass almost spill out of her dress. she was so fucking sexy. as she leaned forward to laugh, a sliver of her face got revealed. my heart stopped.

y/n?

a bubble of anger rose inside me. what the fuck was she doing around a kook like topper? I had been giving her hell since she moved here because, look at her, she just fucking deserves it. everything about her irked me, and I couldn't help myself but tear her down every time I could. she shivered at my presence around her every single time, a look of fear glazing her doe eyes. I felt excitement in makin’ her look bad, especially in a setting like this, and I wasn’t gonna miss my opportunity. I walked over to them, my presence making her freeze.

"hey top.... y/n" shooting her a look. she held her drink tighter, keeping her eyes on him.

"oh... hey, rafe, what are you doing here...." topper said confusedly, as if I was cock blocking him.

"oh, nothing, just had to ask y/n what she's doin’ here... you know the help isn't allowed out here, right?" I spat, a smirk creeping on my face at her embarrassment. I could see her coward away, a look of shame on her face.

"rafe, c'mon man—" topper sighed, but I interjected.

"no, no, no—" I laughed, seeing the tears glisten on her waterline. "—I just think it's really rude of her to come to our soirée when she knows she's not fuckin’ welcome here by anyone.” I knew I hit the dagger when she took a deep breath, turning to topper.

She stepped toward the bar, moving in front of me in an attempt to cut me off. She wobbled on her pretty little heels, sloshing her drink slightly. 

“Why don’t you have another mai tai, princess?” I taunt before she slams her tumblr glass on the counter.

“Oh, no… Shit. Did you need some liquid courage to talk to Top? I asked in a smug tone. 

She rolls out her neck slightly, taking a little breath. “No… Just needed a little liquid courage to be around you, Cameron.”

“You should be so fuckin’ lucky,” I sigh. 

"topper— can I have a private word with rafe?" she smiled sweetly, her hand swiping away a tear. she walked away, looking behind her to gesture for me to follow.

★

she walked up the stairs and into the resort, maneuvering through the white hallways until she entered an empty room. I followed her eagerly, wondering what she was gonna do to me. I bit my lip as I let my mind wander. she definitely wants to fuck, why else would she want to "talk with me in private"? Fuck I wanna talk too. Might be a little hard with her mouth shoved full of my cock. my dick got hard thinking about her on her knees for me, begging me to finally accept her.

she closed the door on us before turning to me, making me instinctively lick my lips. she walked up to me close, her face sweet as she looked at me.

"why'd you pull me in here, baby, finally come to your senses and let a kook use you?" I teased, undoing my belt.

"...mmm not quite," she purred, smiling as she took her gloves off. it would be a lie if I said she wasn't turning me on right now. I couldn't wait to fuck-

after a swift movement of her arm, I grabbed my face in pain, her hand hit my cheek, hard. the look in her eyes was scary, making me step back in fear. what the fuck was that? I stood there in shock at her actions, tears welling in my eyes from the pain. Before I could get a word out, she grabbed me by my collar, pushing me into the wall with her forearm on my throat, knocking the wind out of my chest.

"you better watch what you fuckin’ say to me next time," she spat. her intensity gave me chills. I cowered away at her anger, too stunned to speak. "tell me you understand me," she hissed as she dug her forearm into my throat harder. I couldn't talk, let alone breath, her new persona had me frozen to the wall. "I said, tell me you fucking understand me" she raised her voice. holy fucking shit.

"god- fuck I understand!" I quivered, bending over to grab my throat as she let go.

she scoffed at my weakness, putting her gloves back on as she straightened herself out. She looked at my limp figure as she strolled toward the door; my cheeks burned hot with embarrassment as I continued to cough and tear up from her actions.She looks back at me in disgust, sucking her teeth as she tries her best to hold back a laugh. “pull yourself together because Jesus Christ, Cameron… I barely touched you.” I swallowed hard, her words ringing in my mind as her beautiful, cruel eyes flickered back to mine. “Pussy.”

★

I couldn't think straight the whole night. After I had the courage to return to the party, I immediately regretted it.

"yo rafe, we've been looking for you- oh shit," topper exclaimed, seeing the bright red handprint on my face. him and kelce started laughing uncontrollably, frustrating me deeply. "hey- she finally put you in your place!" kelce boomed. "—oh, the tables turned for you, didn't they, cameron?" topper cried, laughing; he and kelce falling over each other.

upon their teases, my eyes landed on y/n, who was staring right back at me. her eyes softened, and her posture slouched; how was she the same person who had just hit the fuck out of me in the backroom? I shook my head, embarrassed and flustered from what the night had become.

y/n's pov

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I whimpered to myself as I walked to the car, leaving midsummer's. why the fuck did I do that. you couldn't believe you finally stood up to your bully, rafe cameron. it was relief mixed in with guilt—guilt about how you could've handled the situation better. but did you see the look on his face? he was absolutely stunned and fearful at your new attitude towards him. you winced as you replayed his shaking eyes, looking back at you, holding his tears back from the pain. you shook your head, needing to sort things out with him. you needed to say sorry, or else it would haunt you forever. you drove over to tanneyhill in the dead of the night, still in your clothes from the party. you pulled up to the mansion, walking up to the porch in a hurry.

you knocked on the door, hoping that someone would answer. it was extremely late in the night, but luckily, you were greeted by rose, who looked like she was just about to leave.

"oh- hi, sweetheart, can I help you?"

"Hi, can I see rafe? I need to tell him something." you fidgeted with your gloves.

"oh um—" she looked behind her. "—I think he's sleeping already, but you could go and look" she smiled, letting you in before leaving the house. you thanked her, walking past her as she pointed which room he was in on the second floor. you got to his door, heart beating out of your chest.

"rafe?" you whispered, knocking quietly. no answer. you sighed in frustration, not wanting to go in there unannounced. you had no choice when you were met with silence on the other side of the door, slowly turning the knob and peaking your head into the dark room. he was nowhere to be seen. you slowly trickled in, closing the door before moving slowly as you searched around for him. you stopped dead in your tracks when you heard sounds coming from his bathroom, but no light came from the crack beneath the door. you walked up to the door, putting your ear on it.

he was whining, incoherent words babbling from his mouth. you couldn't tell what was going on until you listened closer.

"...y/n... fuck, please..." he groaned in a needy, high pitch voice, slick sounds of his fist shaking his length barely audible. you stepped back, putting your hand over your mouth as you realized he was jerking off, to you. you listened again, the wetness between your legs flooding at his sounds."need it s'bad, mommy fuck-" he begged. you stared at the doorknob before twisting it open. you flipped the lights on to see rafe leaned over the bathroom sink, his blue suit undone and cock in his hand, body shaking from the pleasure. his movements jolted at you, barging in, hiding his exposed self from you.

"god, y/n- what the fuck!" he cried. he didn't sound mad, more like embarrassed.

all of a sudden, a switch flipped in you, and you're guilt for him subsided. you slowly began feeling the power you had over him in that backroom at midsummer's, making your eyes turn darker as you stared at him with lust. "y/n, get out..." he cried weakly, the red mark on his face still prominent.

"aw baby.... did I do that?" you fake pouted, walking up to him and caressing his red marked face. he took in sharp breaths, nodding like a child at your words. crazy as it sounds, he was desperate for you to yell at him again and show him how much power you had. your new aura was driving him crazy.you bit your lip, tsk'ing as you looked him up and down. he was pathetic and soon to be putty in your hands. you looked below at his aching hardom he was trying to hide from you. "did I do that too?" you cooed, referring to his leaking, aching hard-on. your gloved hand caressed the length as he moaned, nodding his head feverishly.

”what, baby? no words?” you whispered in a soft pouted tone. “that’s not like you. you’re usually runnin’ your mouth like a fuckin’ bitch,” you whisper, swatting your gloved hand against his cock, making him gasp and double-over, puffing out a breath. “shoulda figured you had a momma kink. pathetic little boys usually do,” you sigh as you reach behind your back, grabbing your zipper. 

rafe stands their dumbfounded as the metal splays open, peeling the material off your body, leaving you in the lingerie you put on on the off-chance that you got lucky with topper. he stands there, mouth agape, like a deer in the headlights, eyes falling down your body, a pathetic moan creeping out his throat. “holy shit,” he pants. You turn around on your heels, rafe quick to follow behind you like a puppy as you walk into his room. 

he unfastens his bow tie, letting it lay loose on his broad chest, ripping at the buttons of his shirt, his eyes trained on your body. “You know, cameron. this isn’t middle school. If you wanted my pussy you coulda just begged like a real man,” you scold as you grab him by the collar of his shirt, shoving the 6'2 mess of a man onto his bed as he fumbles over his words still. “Does he speak?” You ask condescendingly, raising an eyebrow as he looks back at you in awe and horror. 

“you’re so fuckin’ perfect—” he whimpers, his voice hoarse and worn with lust. “—just perfect for me. fuck… you're. you're-” he babbles as you climb onto the foot of his bed, crawling toward him slowly. “i’m what? thought you didn’t want me? i thought i wasn’t welcome around you? now you're whimpering and fisting your dick in the sink… to me?”

“yeah-“ 

“say. it.” 

“i’m whimpering and f-fisting my dick in the sink.”

“like a?”

”like a - like… fuck. like,” his voice trails away as you tug at his slacks, the blonde quickly yanking them down his thighs embarrassingly fast. 

you mock his stammer, looking at him with the same dumb expression he’s wearing. "what did I call you after I slapped you? I need to hear you say it before I think about touching you.”

“a bitch?” he responds hastily, going with a safe answer. looking at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for you to praise him. 

“try again.” 

“a pussy…” he whispers. nodding with you as you confirm his answer, a smile spreading across his lips that he actually got it right— the man so blissed out he’d call himself whatever it took just to get a piece of you. 

“that’s right, rafey. you’re a pussy. are you a virgin too? Your boxers are still on… Did you want me to rub one out through the fabric or what?” you ask through a laugh. he tugs his boxers down just as fast as his slacks, his body rigid against the headboard. His cock slaps against his toned body, precum leaking down his sweat-glazed skin. 

you wrap your gloved hand around his thick dick making him whine and whimper out your name. your satin gloves move up and down his long cock. rafe takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, muscles flexing at the sight of you. 

”take the glove off, y/n. please! please, take the gloves off,” he corrects himself quickly, praying you’ll forgive his lack of manners, tears gathering in his eyes, cheeks flushed red because he knows you won’t. 

“who’s in charge, rafe?” you ask as you wind up, slapping the flesh of his inner thigh, making him yelp, the tears gathered in his eyes roll down his cheeks.

”y-”

*SLAP*

you crack his thigh again before he can even get the word out. his beautiful blue eyes stare at you pooled with lust, cheating heaving with his panting breaths, body trembling with adrenaline. “you’re in charge, princess.” 

“princess?”

”mommy…” He hums as you start to stroke again. “please… m’begging you. please. please. please. take off the glove.” 

“no,” you smile sweetly. 

“no?” He whines through a huffed breath.

“touch this dirty dick with my bare hands? no. I am in charge, rafe. I make the rules. and, I can change my mind whenever I’d like so you better start acting like a man that deserves this pussy.” 

rafe looks back at you like time’s stopped completely, fluttering his lashes, completely surprised. “your pussy? you’re gonna let me fuck you?” his thigh tremble uncontrollably, breath shuddering from the pleasure you’re giving him and the thought of more. the though of your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his dick. 

”you should be so lucky,” you hiss, using his words from midsummers as you pull off his cock. he gasps, wanting desperately to cum; you, edging him cruelly instead. his head falls back in sexual exhaustion, hitting his wooden headboard with a thud, his eyes pinching shut, the blonde was so hard it hurt. 

his eyes lift open as you stand up on the bed, pulling your panties down your thighs, tossing them to the side. he looks up at you half-lidded, his bottom lip quivering with want, as you lower yourself onto him. your wet cunt pressed against his upper thighs just inches away from where he wants you most. you rest your hands on his chest, feeling his heart bang underneath. 

you grind nice and slow, lifting your hands a little higher, grabbing both ends of his undone bow tie. you lean in slightly, teasing him further, the eldest Cameron tilting in as well just hoping for your lips against his.

“I fuckin’ hate you, Rafe.” 

“I’m sorry,” he answers pitifully. “I’m so sorry, I-”

”I’m not done,” you tut. ”I fuckin’ hate you. I hate that you think you’re better than me. I hate that you treat me like shit. I hate that you can’t treat me with respect. I had to break you first.” 

“You deserve respect,” he whispers as you loop the bow tie around his neck fully, his eyes widening by the second. 

“yeah? no shit.” you pull both sides hard, tightening the satin fabric around his neck as tight as you can. he grits his teeth, sputtering out a breath, spit seeping out of the corner of his lips. his eyes roll back in his skull, his muscles stuttering, rafe cumming in ropes on his body and yours—his dick completely untouched. you snicker at the mess. rafe’s cheeks blushing in complete and utter embarrassment. “I’m sorry. please - just please don’t stop, mommy. m’sorry. Alright? I never do that. just keep goin’-“

”you think I’m gonna stop?” you ask in disbelief as you wrap your fingers around the base off his dick, pulling to his throbbing tip, making his mouth hang open. you lean in brushing your lips against his, pulling back as his lips chase yours. “i’m gonna ride your cock ‘til you’re crying for me, princess.”

“i love you,” he mumbles drunkenly against yours lips. 

“sure you do.” you grab the cum-laced glove shoving it between his lips, making his eyes double. he moans around the satin as you grab his dick, slamming down on his lap, your drenched pussy taking him all. 

you reach behind your back, unclasping your bra as you start to bounce on his cock. rafe whimpers and cries get swallowed up in the material, completely overstimulated. you grab his wrists, guiding him to grab your tits. he squeezes and pinches, and you scold him with a slap across the cheek again, earning a whimper from him.

you feel your stomach start to coil with pleasure, your release within reach. you grab the gloves from rafe’s mouth, making him reach for a full breath. “sh-shit,” he stammers. “fuck. you gonna cum, mommy?” he asks hopefully, feeling you tightening around him, the sloppy sounds of your cunt filling his bedroom. you whimpered in response, the tip of his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. 

“play with my pussy, rafe.” he nods submissively, rubbing little circles with his rough fingers. you throw your head back, rafe’s lips quickly finding your neck, kissing wherever he can reach, your body too close to your climax to reprimand him for not asking first. 

“m’gonna cum,” you moan. 

“come on, pretty. so fucking good to me,” he mumbles hot against your neck. you lose your tempo  and he snatches your hips in his large hands, fucking up into you, his cheeks wet his tears. 

you match his gaze, teetering on the edge of your climax. he looks at you pleadingly, praying you won’t tell him to stop completely and finish you off with his fingers. “such a good boy for mommy,” you shudder between panting breaths. “maybe I’ll let you cum in my pussy-”

he whines and cries pitifully, your words having the ultimate effect, rafe doing just that. You smile wickedly, grabbing his flushed, tears-drench cheeks in your slight hands. he matches you gaze as you bounce of his laps, sobbing like a child telling it "feels so fucking good’ ‘please, mommy, please,” as he begs for your orgasm.

“look at you,” you moan as you hit your finish, clenching and creaming around his cock as he buries himself in your chest, his big body fighting for air. you grab his cheeks, prying his face off of you, forcing his beautiful, pathetic gaze on yours as he looks back at you consumed in only thoughts of you. not wanting to mess up by speaking, just waiting for your beautiful words. 

you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss against his quivering lips. his big strong arm wraps around your waist, making you smile with satisfaction about how easily it would be for him to have overpowered you from the jump but this is what he wants. 

you brush his bangs out of his face, capturing his chin between your manicured fingers. 

“good boy.”

thank you so much to @rafeyscurtainbangs for helping me like crazy to write this!!! loved collabing with you 💗🤭

★ I would let s1!rafe bully me (and my pussy) to tears every single day