I Bring All The Drama - M.L.A

the beginning

words: 1.4k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, pretty fluffy and cute tho, male masturbation, kinda creeping on reader by masturbating to pics of her?, p in v sex, brief male receiving handjob, unprotected sex, a bunch of different scenes with time gaps this isnt one continuous fic if that makes sense?

“your bikini is so cute.” you tell your friend, looking at your own swimsuit in the mirror.

“i have another one in a different color, you wanna borrow it?” julie offers.

“girl, yes!” you squeal as she digs through her closet before tossing the small material to you. you were invited on rafe camerons boat, and while you chose your best swimsuit, you just moved to the outer banks from new york city and don’t have a ton of options.

you put the swimsuit on before standing next to your friend. “we look good.” you nod.

“damn girl, the boys are gonna be all over you.” “hopefully including rafe.” you say, a slight blush coming to your cheeks. it didn’t take you long to learn that rafe was the it boy of the outer banks, the kook prince, and that all the girls wanted him. you didn’t get the hype until you met him at a party and instantly became attracted.

“there’s no way he’s gonna be able to keep his eye of you.” julie encourages you, before glancing at her phone. “we better get going.”

you nod, looking one last time in the mirror before putting your coverup on and following julie out of her room.

--

“hey rafe.” you smile at him, letting him sling his arm around your shoulder. you’ve been flirting a lot, its how you got invited onto his boat along with a few other friends, but you haven’t progressed past just talking.

“hey.” rafe tugs you into him, making you press against his shirtless torso, in just his swim shorts. “wanna come up and drive with me?”

“yeah.” you nod, briefly looking to julie to make sure she was good, but she's already twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes at kelce.

you follow rafe up to the stairs to the second story of the yacht where the captains helm is. you sit next to him on the bench as he steers the boat out of the marina. 

“this is a really nice boat.” you comment. “maybe you should give some advice to my parents on what to buy, my dad is looking but has no clue what is good.” you say without thinking, before cringing at your words, worrying rafe might mistake your small talk as wanting him to meet your parents.

“ah yeah, didn’t have much opportunities to own a yacht in new york, huh?” rafes says as his arms move the wheel, making your attention shift to his muscles.

“nope.” you shake your head. “but i’m glad we moved, i love the city but its really nice to be somewhere… calmer.”

“i’m glad you moved too.” rafe says with a smile, making you blush as you nod at him. you manage to make the small talk not overly awkward as he drives the boat out towards the ocean before finding a place to drop anchor and hang out for a bit.

“wanna swim?” rafe asks as you both head down the stairs, rejoining the group.

“yeah.” you nod, pulling your coverup off over your head. you toss it onto a soft before turning to rafe, who is staring down at your body, blatantly checking you out as he pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

he doesn’t snap out of it until topper claps him on the shoulder. “i got the ladder in for us, man.”

“yeah, yeah thanks.” rafe nods, eyes finally flicking up to meet yours.

“y/n! jump in with me!” julie calls.

“lets go?” you tilt your head, looking to rafe.

“wait before you jump in i want to get a picture of everyone.” rafe shouts out, pulling his phone out of his pocket and handing it to topper. “you'll take it?”

“yeah, sure.” topper says, looking at his friend a little strangely.

you all group together on the front deck, rafe moving so you’re in the center, his arm around your waist as you smile at the camera. you change your pose a couple times as topper continues to snap pictures, including turning towards rafe and placing your hand on his abs, still grinning as you pose.

rafe eyes up topper as he leans and picks you up, topper getting the message to record as you let out a shriek, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulder as he hurdles towards the water before jumping off the back deck, sending a spray of water as you let go of him and swim towards the surface.

you push the hair out of your face before sending a splash in rafes direction, scrunching your brows to show your anger at getting tossed in, but you can’t help the smile that stretches over your cheeks.

--

rafe gives you a tight hug, not caring that your hair is still wet and smelling of salt water. “i had fun today.”

“i did too.” you nod, getting on your tip toes to press your lips to his cheek. 

“what are you doing tomorrow?” rafe questions.

“why, wanna take me on a date?” you ask, biting your lip as your eyes glance between his eyes and his lips.

“and what if i do?” rafe smirks.

“then i’m definitely free.” 

“pick you up at 6:30 then.” rafe says, pulling you against him again before letting you go, watching you get into julies car.

--

“fuck.” rafe groans, hips thrusting forward as he fucks his fist, phone pulled open to the pictures he had topper took. he doesn’t give a shit about anyone else, he cropped everyone out but you, in your tiny lilac bikini.

rafe groans, wanting to squeeze his eyes shut as he squeezes the head of his dick, imagining it was you instead, either your mouth on him or you spread out below him, moaning as he fucks into your cunt.

rafe thinks about texting you, about begging you to come over, but he remembers your date tomorrow, knows what is going to happen after if things go well. he doesn’t want to seem too desperate, but you’re too pretty, too enticing as he swipes to the next photo, the photo of you turned to the side, hand on his bare abdomen.

he looks at the curve of your ass, the way the bikini hugs your hips. rafe strokes faster, imagining his hand making impact with your bum, watching the skin ripple.

“y/n.” rafe groans out your name as he cums, releasing over his stomach as he squeezes himself until he’s satisfied, smiling as he swipes again, this time to the video of him picking you up and running into the water.

--

“this is easily the best first date i’ve ever had.” you say as rafe drives you home. it was surprisingly simple, a picnic on the beach all set up by rafe, and then some live music on the pier.

“mine too.” rafe says, placing a cautious hand on your thigh, relieved when you smile at him.

“you know…” you begin as rafe pulls up to your door. “my parents are back in new york this weekend.”

“really?” rafe hums, bringing the car up the driveway.

“if you’d like to come in for some… tea.” 

“tea, sure.” rafe nods, turning his truck off.

you move quickly inside. while you made up the tea excuse to get him in, you both know what the intentions are as rafe presses you against the wall of the entrance as soon as the door swings shut behind you, his lips meeting yours.

--

“good morning.” you mumble, turning over in rafes arms, both still naked from the night before.

“morning.” rafe says, his voice gruff from just waking. he moves a hand to your hair, brushing it out of your face. “you look beautiful.”

“not too bad yourself.” you smile, pressing your lips against rafes.

the kiss instantly wakes him up as his hand moves to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he turns so he’s over top of your body, your hair flared out on the pillow.

you smirk into the kiss when you can feel rafe growing against your stomach. you reach down with one hand, grasping his shoulder to keep him close and kissing you with the other while you stroke his cock, getting it to full hardness quickly.

“when are your parents home?” rafe asks suddenly when he pulls away.

“um-” your brain briefly doesn’t work at the randomness of the question. “monday evening.” “i say-” rafe says, reaching down and grasping his cock, pushing your hand out of the way as he rubs the head of his cock through your pussy. “we spent the entire weekend in bed then.”

you gasp as rafe thrusts into you, filling your cunt in one swoop. “sounds good to me.” you say, before pulling him back into a kiss.

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stepbro!rafe popping ur cherry 🫢

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Blue eyes rolled into the back of his head as Rafe pushed himself inside you for the first time. Your tight virgin pussy suffocating his dick as he stopped to admire the sight. Your knees were bent back towards your chest, pretty pink toes curled as your brows furrowed from the slight pain. Your body tensed as he pushed a little further, those long sparkly nails digging into his toned biceps.

“Rafey…” You whimper out, your voice small and fragile as step brother’s huge cock was stretching you out.

His thumb came down to your gorgeous little clit, rubbing it in gentle circles as he began to thrust into you slowly. “That feel better. Make you quit fucking whining.” His voice raspy and low as you adjusted to him , your whimpers turning into small moans of pleasure. Your eyes threatened to roll back as he pushed himself all the way inside you, your lower tummy doing backflips at how full you were.

“You feel that?” Rafe whispered as he looked into your eyes with his own dark ones. You nodded your head slowly, the thumb that was on your clit coming up to meet your slightly open mouth. “Yeah? You like the feeling of your step brother’s big cock popping your cherry.” He breathes in your ear.

“H-harder Rafey.” You managed to get out, not knowing what you were getting yourself into. The older boy, pulled back from your ear to look back at you. Your teeth between your pouty lips as he removed his thumb. A smile that would look innocent to anyone else, played across his lips. To you, that meant trouble especially when his ringed hand found your neck. He squeezed it, his smile fading as he slammed into your soaking hole.

“Don’t try and get out now. You fucking asked for it harder little slut.”

Based on the tweet below. Unedited. FLUFF!!

Romantic Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader - (Teen Wolf). Ft. Noah.

Imagine... In which, friends don't usually make eachothers heart rate go up as you do, for Stiles.

"Dad, no, I'm meeting Y/n. I don't need that..." Stiles shook his head, refusing the bracelet.

"Like, hell you do!" Noah took no for an answer, slapping the bracelet on his wrists, and securing it. "You heard your doctor... all that werewolf-demon hunting, or whatever, you get Scott into--" Stiles scoffs at that, "has put stress on your heart and you need to keep an eye on it."

"But--"

"No buts." Noah gave him a stern look, "now go, enjoy your date! And dont take that off! I'll know if you do."

Noah sent him off, keeping an eye on him as he went. Making sure Stiles didn't take it off as soon as he stepped out the door.

Rolling his eyes as Stiles mumbled an unconvincing, "it's not a date, we're just friends..." under his breath.

"Yeah, right..." Noah scoffed, "Friends my ass."

//

Beep.beep.beep.

"Mm, wait--" you pulled back with a pop, lips chapped, "what is that?"

Beep.beep.beep.

"What's what?" Stiles asked, not caring. Lips pursed and waiting for more.

Beep.beep.beep.

"That!" You exclaimed, bringing him out of his state of bliss and causing him to slap a hand over his wrist, embarrassed, "Stiles, what is that noise?"

"Uhhh, the... oven?" He pouted, cutely, squinting his eyes. A tell of his. "Yeah! I, uh, I left it on." He slaps his forehead with an open palm, "stupid me."

Shaking your head, amused by his antics. You teased, "Stiles... we've been best friends for years and not once, have I known you to cook."

"You don't know that!" He slapped the hand, equipped with the watch, to his chest, appalled. Before slapping it back down, realizing he might've given himself a way. Nonetheless, he didn't relent, still playing into the lie. "I could've taken up baking for all you know."

"Yeah, maybe..." You shrugged, "But we're also miles from your house, remember?" Your words have him surveying the area, to which, he found you to be telling the truth. You both sat on the hood of his beloved Roscoe (something he'd let absolutely no one else but you do) and looking over Beacon Hills.

Gasping dramatically, he let out a cute, "ha! Would you look at that...you can hear my oven all the way from up here," He gazed back at you with a smirk before giving in with a sigh, at the look you gave him.

He didn't say anything, he just dropped his wrist into your lap, preparing for the unlimited teasing that was gonna ensue.

"Aww, is the little puppy excited?" You laughed at the way he turned his head. Pouting like the overgrown puppy that he is.

Leaning over to place a delicate hand on his jaw, you motioned for him to look back at you so you were face to face, noses just touching, "well, I think its cute."

"Yeah?" He nudged his nose against yours, all resolve falling at the attention you gave him.

"Yeah..." You leaned in closer, lips pressing deliciously into his and causing the beeping to increase significantly. Damn near breaking it and allowing him to see the truth in his fathers words...

Yeah... we're definitely not 'just friends'.

Written & Posted by @noonesgoneuntiltheyregone on: 17/10/23. Likes, feedback and reblogs are extremely welcomed!!

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too nice

words: 1k

rafe is turned on by you... being nice?

warnings: 18+ only, smut, female receiving oral, p in v sex (no climax included lol i ended it early bc it felt right)

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it's not that rafe isn't used to people being nice to him, but it's a different kind of nice. it's being pleasant out of fear of him and what he will do. you, on the other hand, don't see him that way for whatever reason. you are nice to him simply because you are a nice person, and wouldn't think to be anything but sweet to the cameron boy.

“hey rafe, how's your day today?” you ask, leaning your chin onto your first as you prop your head up on the side of the boat, the sun hitting your skin and warming it. 

“good, thanks for asking darling.” rafe says, really not in the mood to be out on the water, but when topper said you would be joining them on the boat, he couldn't pass up the chance on getting close to you

“no problem.” you smile, bending your knees and bringing your heels to rest on the plastic couch material, looking off into the distance as the boat flies over the water, humming along softly to the music.

“do you want something? a water or a coke?” you ask rafe, feeling your mouth is a little too dry and needing something to replenish it.

“water is fine.” rafe nods. “thank you, y/n.”

you smile at him before standing up to find the cooler, getting out a water for rafe and a can of lemonade for yourself. you return to the spot on the couch, noticing that kelce has moved to rafes other side.

“here ya go.” you tell rafe, taking your seat again after handing him the water. 

“you're too nice.” rafe says, shifting in his seat. 

“im not too nice.” you roll your eyes. “im just being friendly.”

“mhm.” rafe hums, taking a sip of his water. when the boat stops and everyone jumps off, he has to run to the bathroom, surprised he lasted so long with you sitting next to him, so fucking sweet, and barely covered by your small bikini.

he fucks his fist, the image of you in his head, imagining you between his legs, your mouth on his cock, or bending you over the sink as he takes you from behind, holding your plump ass in his hands. 

he cums thinking of your moans, thinking of fucking your tight pussy, how nice you'd be about it, how much you'd thank him and bat your eyelashes.

he cleans up before heading out of the interior to see you standing on the deck, dripping wet, and he instantly rehardens in his swim shorts.

--

“rafe!” you gasp against his lips, your hands fisted in his sweatshirt.

“can't believe you're this nice to everyone.” he kisses you harder, not allowing you to think as his lips slide against yours. “such a fucking sweetheart.”

“please!” you gasp out, grinding your hips against rafes as he presses into you.

“begging me to fuck you.” rafe laughs, pressing his cock into you through the layers of clothing. “and being so nice about it. such good manners, baby.”

“need you.” you tug at rafes clothing, desperate to get him naked. rafe steps away to free himself of the sweatshirt and tshirt, tugging his sweatpants down as well to leave him in just underwear. it had been a long day out on the boat, and rafe was glad he brought a change of clothes for after he was done swimming and the sun fell in the sky.

“i wonder…” rafe says, tugging at your coverup, navigating the confusing straps until it's off your body. “if you taste as sweet as you act.” rafe tugs the zipper on your bikini top down until the sides split apart, your breasts spilling out.

rafe props you up onto the sink, wishing he was fucking you in someplace nicer than the bathroom on toppers family boat, but it was clean and big enough to make do. 

rafe latches onto your nipple, his other hand covering your breast as he toys with it. you throw your head back, pressing it against the mirror as rafe attacks your chest, sucking, licking and pulling at your nipples.

“ive always wanted to taste your pussy.” rafe lifts you off the vanity with one hand, tugging your swimsuit bottoms down with the other, not even needing your help in getting you naked. 

rafe sinks to his knees, the bottom of his feet pressing against the opposite wall but ignoring the cramped space as he spreads your thighs, revealing your wet cunt to him, already leaking from his kisses elsewhere.

rafe buries his face between your thighs, his tongue lapping over your folds without spreading them, keeping his touches teasing and not where you truly want him.

“please, rafe, come on.” you tug at his hair, pulling him closer and causing his tongue to push through your folds and separate them. rafe slurps at your juices, making obscene noises that you hope no one else can hear as he pulls away and looks up at you with a half smile. “i knew it.” he nods. “you taste just as sweet as you act.”

rafe licks at your cunt like it’s the best thing he’s tasted, not tearing himself away until his tongue brings you to your first orgasm of the night, and he still makes sure to lick up all your sweetness before standing.

“want me to fuck you, darling?” rafe asks, rubbing his hand over his cock, still covered by his underwear.

“yes, please, rafey, want you so bad.” you pant, tugging at the waistband of his underwear until rafe concedes and pushes them down his legs.

“let me taste you-” you begin, going to get off the sink, but rafe stops you from kneeling on the ground.

“as much as i’d like that baby, i need to be inside of you. you’ll have plenty of time to suck me off later.” you pout but nod, fine with hurrying it up if it means getting to feel rafes impressive length in your cunt. “so theres gonna be more times?” you ask, wrapping your arms around rafes shoulders.

“princess, you thought once i got a taste if your pussy that i would be satisfied with just fucking you once? of course there will be more times.” rafe leans in and kisses you gently. “you’re too cute.” he states, and then pushes his hips forward, plunging his cock deep inside of you.

"Baby's Day Out" - Rafe Cameron x Trophy Wife!Reader

a/n: @howyouloveyourdragon and @aemonddtargaryen keep encouraging my rafe obsession so dedicating this to them, ya nasties 🩷

Summary: Rafe loves it when you get pretty for him. He just doesn't love that it involves you being away from him.

Word Count: 2,560

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, breeding kink, baby trapping, mirror sex, soft dark!rafe, possessive/toxic rafe, jealousy, fingering, dry humping, p in v sex, creampie, unprotected sex

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Rafe Cameron knows he isn’t the best at making decisions. No, he wouldn’t admit that to anyone on the planet, but deep down, he knows it. The best decision he’s ever made, however, one that he knows he’ll never regret, is marrying you. His adoring little wife. High school sweethearts, he made sure to lock you down the moment your father gave him permission to propose. The two of you were practically Outer Banks royalty, the king and queen of Figure Eight.

He adores you. He loves showering you with affection and gifts, spending on you lavishly without a care in the world. And you? You return that affection to him tenfold, something he’s never experienced in all his life. No one has ever loved him the way you do, made him feel wanted or needed the way you do. His pretty baby girl, his darling wife. The only thing that irks him?

The fact that you have a life outside of him.

Rafe is possessive. He knows he can take it too far. And he often does. He hates whenever another man so much as looks at you, hates when you show anyone attention or affection other than him. He tries so goddamn hard to be good for you and not let it show, but his blood boils at the thought of someone stealing you away. Today is no exception. He’s just gotten back from playing a round with Topper at the Island Club, only to see you getting ready to leave the house, looking like a fucking five course meal in those tight little pink yoga pants that hug your ass, your thighs. And that matching sports bra that your gorgeous tits are almost spilling out of. You have your Chanel sunglasses on your head as you apply that Dior lip oil that always has your plush lips looking so kissable, rushing over to him when you hear the door shut.

“Rafey!” You coo, embracing him and then moving to pour him a glass of lemonade, “Have a good game?”

He nods, grinning at you, “It was great, baby, just wish I had my favorite little cheerleader there.”

You giggle, leaning against his palm when he strokes your cheek, “You know me. I don’t like being perceived before ten in the morning. And I hate outdoor sports,” you wrinkle your nose in that way he finds absolutely adorable, “You have to get all sweaty and hot and disgusting.”

“I could get sweaty and hot and disgusting for you,” Rafe smirks, his hands moving to grab at your hips, pulling you flush up against him, only for his jaw to drop when you squirm out of his grip and tell him that you can’t right now, “Wha- What do you mean? Where are you going, baby?”

“I have my pilates class and then I’m going shopping and to the spa with Wheezie,” you chirp, hanging your purse on your shoulder, quickly applying another coat of lip oil, “Remember, I told you about this yesterday?”

He knits his brows together, knowing you probably told him and that he was too busy either fucking you or thinking about fucking you to pay attention. He lets out an annoyed little huff, grumbling to himself, asking if you really have to go.

“I wanted to spend time with my wife. Wanted to have a little fun with you,” Rafe moves to grab at your ass, squeezing your soft flesh in his hands, making you shake your head, pecking his cheek.

“You’re always in the mood. Love ya, bye.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Rafe shakes his head, pulling you back toward him, his lips grazing against your shoulder blade, “You smell nice.”

You giggle at the feeling of his hands tracing your upper arms, holding you so tight, “I know. It’s Chanel. You bought it.”

Rafe bites down on your shoulder, grinding his cock against your ass, groaning at the feeling of your body against his, “Worth every penny. You smell fucking delicious. Don’t want anyone smelling you like this, baby.”

You roll your eyes, turning to face him, arms wrapping around his neck as you smile, “Rafey, don’t be all jealous. I’m gonna get waxed and my nails and hair done, get a massage and all exfoliated for you,” you coo, batting your lashes at him, “Don’t you want me to look good for you, Daddy?”

“So you’re getting everything done,” Rafe questions, raising a brow, leaning in to whisper, “Including the…”

“Brazilian? Of course.”

Your words go straight to his cock, mind running wild with visions of you and him after your little spa day. Rafe lets out a quiet groan before nodding, allowing you to squirm out of his arms, fixing your clothes.

““Fuck, fuck, okay. You… Fuck. Text me when you get there,” Rafe demands, watching you walk out toward the pink Mercedes he bought you for an anniversary present, “And send me pictures of your nails! You know I like seeing them!”

“Yes, Daddy,” you giggle, blowing him a kiss as you drive off, only to squeal with delight when you see the bouquet of pink roses on your passenger seat, “Rafey!”

He chuckles, waving you off, watching as you speed toward the Island Club, already missing you something terrible.

Rafe knows it’s ridiculous, but he checks your location on Snapchat every two goddamn seconds. He can’t lose you. You’re the only good thing in his life and he’s going to keep you with him no matter what. He’s not the only one who sees your value. He knows that. He’s the one who put a ring on your finger, but that doesn’t stop assholes like JJ or John B giving you an appreciative once-over whenever they see you. He fucking hates it. He sees that you’ve posted a selfie on your instagram at your pilates class, looking like a fucking model. And, of course, JJ, Pope, and John B have all commented on it.

It takes every inch of self restraint in Rafe not to throw his phone across the room. He inhales sharply through his nose, pacing across the room. Why would you post a selfie before texting him? Shouldn’t he be more important than posting a thirst trap on your fucking instagram? That’s when his phone goes off and he sees he has a new message on Snapchat from you. His jaw drops slightly when he opens the image, seeing you posing in the mirror of the Island Club’s shower room, your tiny little towel barely covering anything, blowing him a kiss.

“Showering then heading to the mall. Love you xoxo”

He quickly screenshots the image, adding it to his steadily growing album of sexy little pictures you’ve sent him, palming at his cock, wishing that you were here to take care of his raging hard-on instead. He’s going to fuck you so good tonight that you’re going to be screaming his name. Everything’s going to be different tonight. He’s decided that there’s only one way to prove to the assholes who lust after you that you’re his and only his.

He wants them to see you with a cute little baby bump. He wants them to see that he’s the only one you’re ever going to fuck, the only one who you’re ever going to love. Rafe knows you wanted to wait a couple of years, but surely you won’t care? He’s always complaining and making you feel guilty about how uncomfortably tight the latex condoms you use feel on his cock, so he’s sure with a little coaxing, you’ll let him fuck you raw. You don’t have an IUD and you aren’t on birth control, so all he needs to do is “forget” to pull out.

It’s the perfect plan.

You send him a text an hour or so later with a picture of your shopping bags, his lips twisting into a smirk at the one from Agent Provacateur. Oh, you’re definitely getting bred tonight, he can already imagine you bent over on the bed, his hands in your hair as he fucks you mercilessly, your new lingerie lying on the floor.

And then? A picture of your nails. The text along with it?

“They match your tip xoxo”

Fuck, how the hell is he supposed to wait this long? He needs you right now.

Your biweekly day out with Wheezie is both his favorite and least favorite day of the month. By the time you get home, still chattering away to her on your phone, shopping bags on your arm, looking like a million bucks, Rafe can barely resist running after you and humping your leg like a bitch in heat. He wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing the nape of your neck, snatching your phone from you and tossing it aside, ignoring your protests that you were still talking to Wheezie.

“I said to get off the phone,” Rafe says firmly, turning you around to face him, gripping your jaw in his hands.

You bite your lip, gazing up at him. He knows you love it when he gets like this. All dominant, reminding you who your daddy is. He watches as you shift slightly, pressing your thighs together as you nod.

“‘M sorry, Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he replies with a smirk, “Now show me what you bought, baby.”

You immediately begin showing him all of your shopping excitedly - items from the Chanel spring collection, a few Dior pieces, some macarons from Laduree, and then? Finally? The item he’s been waiting for. Rafe eyes the pink set with no small amount of greed, his mouth watering.

“Go put that on for me, baby girl. Wanna see you in it.”

“Don’t you want me to heat up dinner?” you ask, tilting your head to the side in confusion.

“No, I want to feast on that delicious little body of yours, baby.”

Rafe watches you strut off toward the massive walk-in closet in the bedroom you share, trailing after you, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. He waits, drumming his fingers against his thigh, anticipation building as he imagines how fucking good you’re going to look in the sexy little number you’ve bought.

When you finally walk out of the closet, wearing those cute little white thigh high stockings with the pink ribbons at the top, a pair of pink Versace platform high heels, and the lacy bra and panties with a garter you bought, all pink of course, his jaw drops. You’re a goddamn vision, prancing around the room, twirling for him. You cover your mouth and giggle, wiggling your ass a bit.

“Do you like it, Daddy?”

He nods, licking his lips and stalking over toward you, pressing you up against your dressing table, “You’re fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to tear that off you-”

“Nooo,” you protest quickly, shaking your head, “No tearing! Rafey, this is couture!”

“Fine, fine,” Rafe rolls his eyes, running his thumb along your lower lip, “You’re such a little tease, you know that?”

“Am not,” you pout as he turns you around, making you face the mirror, “Daaaddy…”

“You are too,” he chides, moving your hair off your back, trailing kisses along your skin, “You love to flaunt your sexy little body but never let me have too much at once.” Rafe presses himself against you, whispering in your ear, lips ghosting along your neck, “You know what I want from you, baby. Be a good little girl and give it to me.”

You finally seem to realize that the two of you are in front of the mirror. You look at his reflection and pout slightly.

“Raaafe, not in front of the mirror. You know I don’t like looking at myself when we…”

“But Daddy wants you like this, baby,” he purrs, nipping at your earlobe, hands moving around to the waistband of your panties, snaking inside to rub at your clit, loving the way your face twists in pleasure, “Just look at how fuckin’ sexy you are.” You moan his name softly as he kisses your neck, his other hand moving up to cup one of your breasts, squeezing it, “Yeah, baby?” Your head falls back against Rafe’s chest, your gaze half-lidded as you watch his fingers push your panties down and tease your wet pussy. “God, I love it when you let me touch you like this,” he grunts, pumping his fingers in and out of you, crooking them and watching you squirm, “You’re mine, baby. Nobody gets to touch you but me. You understand?”

You nod, your voice coming out in breathy pants, your hand moving to rest on top of Rafe’s, urging him to move faster, “Uh huh…”

“Uh huh who?” he demands, pinching at one of your nipples, grinning as you whine, “Use your words, baby. Or am I fucking you too stupid with my fingers? Did you forget who this pretty little pussy belongs to?”

You whine as he pinches at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, “Y-yes, Daddy. Belongs to you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

You roll your hips in time with his fingers, confessing as he kisses your neck, marking your skin, “Been thinking about you all day.”

“Have you?” He whispers back, feeling you squeezing around his fingers, knowing you must be close, “What’d you think about, baby?”

“When you came home from golf all sweaty,” you admit, lashes fluttering, “Mmm, your fingers feel so good, Daddy… Need you…”

He chuckles, groaning as you rub your ass against his cock, his self restraint leaving him bit by bit when he feels you, “God, my little princess is demanding today. I like that.” He feels you reach your peak, soaking his fingers with a cry of his name. Rafe keeps eye contact with you in the mirror as he licks them clean with a moan, “Get on the bed on all fours.”

You immediately do as he asks, stripping out of your bra and panties, but leaving the stockings and heels on. Rafe unbuttons his pants, removing his clothes in a hurry, letting them join yours, giving his cock a few quick tugs. He presses his chest against your back, burying his cock deep inside your wet folds. His hand moves to squeeze at your throat as he fucks into you, his balls slapping against your ass, the feeling of him taking you raw being more intimate, letting him fuck you deeper than ever before.

“Daddy, no condom?” You ask breathlessly, though you make no effort to pull away.

“I’ll pull out, baby. Don’t worry.”

Too drunk on him, on your shared pleasure to care, Rafe continues slamming into your tight little cunt over and over again, one hand on your throat, the other groping at your tits as he gets closer and closer to his end, your walls pulsing around him over and over as he fucks into you with abandon. He hears you cry out his name, your whole body going lax as he gives one more, two more, three thrusts, cumming deep inside you, his hot spend seeping out of you. But he just pushes it back in with his fingers, ignoring your little whimper, pulling you into his arms and kissing you gently.

“Take a little breather, baby girl. I’m not done with you yet.”

You Belong with me Masterlist

Below you will find the links to each part of the story that I have published so far 💙🏈📖

Shoutout to @whoopsyeahokay for telling me how to create a Masterlist with all the links ☺️

I wrote this in part 1 but I wanted to include it here as well. This story is Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N. It contains swearing and eventual smut which I will write at the top of the chapter so you are aware.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Party Foul

Warnings: fingering at a party 🎉

JJ looked up from his beer just as a gorgeous Kook girl appeared feet from him, clearly breathless and disheveled. Her hair was up in a bun and her clothes were askew like she’d taken them off and hurriedly shoved them back on. She was hot, even in her fearful state.

She was running from someone.

JJ knew that look too well. When her eyes suddenly land on JJ and she makes her way forward, his breathing seems to stop.

“Just go with it.” You insist just as you drop down on JJ Maybank’s lap and burying your face in his warm neck.

“What the—.” JJ’s entire body tenses beneath you but when he feels you shaking, his arms immediately wrap around you as his eyes try to track the source of your discomfort. The raw urge to protect immediately took hold.

“I’m gonna take your hair down.” JJ says softly after a few moments while the party continues around you. You nod, your lips finding his neck and sending a zap of pleasure through his body. JJ fights back a moan as he tugs your hair loose from its tie but he can’t stop his cock from starting to swell.

You whimper, shifting on his lap and against his cock as your intoxicating scent washes over him. You smelled incredible. You felt even better. JJ grits his teeth as his hands tighten their hold on your waist just as Rafe Cameron comes into view, clearly looking for someone. Now JJ felt even better about what he was about to do. His hands slid lower to find the swells of your plump ass and gave a squeeze. Rafe’s eyes scanned the party, not even settling on where JJ was seated before walking off in another direction.

JJ was just about to tell you that Rafe was gone when your fingers tightened in his shirt and your hips rolled just a little. He was fully hard now and there was no hiding it. Your gasp rang in his ear as you did it again. And again.

“Stop.” JJ rasped, his hands squeezing your ass harder in an attempt to halt your movements but you only moved harder. He could feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of his swim trunks, making his head spin.

“Stop.” JJ bit out again, his hand sliding down the crack of your ass to cup your pussy from behind. You jerked, your tongue coming out to taste the skin on his neck and JJ nearly blew his load right then and there.

“If you don’t stop..” JJ’s words trailed off as you took a chunk of his flesh between your teeth.. and sucked. You marked him. He knew it. He could feel the heat behind your bite and the way your tongue thrashed at the skin.

JJ sucked in a breath as he cupped your pussy harder, dipping his hand low enough to find your slit while his other hand pushed you down harder on his cock. You were trembling again but it wasn’t from fear.

“Is this what you wanted? Use me to get off? Your boyfriend not doing it for you?” Jealousy washed over him at the thought of Rafe touching you and you weren’t even his.

“I’m not close to getting off.” You finally spoke, an edge to your voice that made him smirk. If you weren’t in the middle of a house party, JJ would impale you on his cock and hold you there, not letting you move until you were left a whimpering, begging mess.

“I can feel how wet you are through your fucking shorts.”

“That’s normal when you’re sitting in someone’s lap.” Her smart mouth surprises him and he doesn’t think as he moves his hand between the two of your bodies and dives his fingers under the cuff of your shorts. JJ’s rings dig into your skin as his fingers stroke your slit, the evidence of your arousal no longer a lie.

“So this is normal? It would take nothing for me to slip inside you with all this.” JJ growled, pressing firmly against your clit. You jerked, biting him again in anger. JJ chuckled, circling your clit over and over again until your body shook and your nails pierced his chest through his shirt. You whimper against his neck, fighting the urge to roll your body against his hand.

“Okay.. okay.. stop.. please..” You practically beg, burying your face against his shoulder.

“Not till you cum. Show me how not wet you are or how close you are. Lie to me again.” JJ’s teeth sink into your shoulder and you shatter.

“Oh god..” Your body tightens just as his fingers dip inside your aching pussy and his free hand finds your hair, pulling hard. Your orgasm gushes from you and the only thing muffling your sounds is the music and his shirt between your teeth as you rode out your high.

“Yep. Feels pretty dry to me.” JJ’s sarcasm was evident as his hand slid out of your shorts and you sat up in his lap with a glare. His intense blue gaze didn’t leave yours as he popped two of his fingers into his mouth, tasting you and humming in delight. You licked your suddenly dry lips as he lowered his hand to smirk at you.

“Not bad for a Kook.”

try on

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, male receiving oral, public, blowjob, car head (but hes not driving)

“what the fuck is this flimsy shit?” rafes fingers feel the material of the changing room curtain after he hung the clothes up that you've been piling up in his arms while you flitted around the store.

“i know, i wish they had a door.” you say with a roll of your eye. you set your bag and phone down on the stool before turning to rafe. “thanks baby, you can sit down.” you gesture towards the couches in the fitting rooms, already a couple other boyfriends lounging around.

“alright…” rafe eyes the curtain wearily before cupping your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

when he sits down, rafe makes sure to plop down on a cushion that allows him an easy line of sight to your changing room. you are blissfully unaware of rafes displeasure as you changing into the first dress, finding it a little too tight but still deciding to step out and show rafe.

“what do you think?” you walk between the couches, not noticing the eyes of the other men also looking at you. you assume since rafe would never even glance at another girl that the other boyfriends would give you anything more than a quick look.

you twirl around so rafe can see the back of the dress. “i think it's a little too tight around my ass, do you like it though?”

“shit, baby.” rafe groans, standing up and frowning at the men who quickly look away as he puts his hands on your hips, pushing you back towards your changing room.

“what is it rafe?” you whine, almost tripping over as he moves you back into the small room.

“they were all staring at you baby!” he grunts out.

“okay?” you cross your arms, pushing your chest up even more in the low cut dress, almost breaking rafes attention. “why do you care anyone else looks at me? you know im yours.”

“because, men are fucking creeps.” rafe says. “and you look really fucking hot in this dress, but yeah it's too tight.”

“okay.” you nod, rubbing your hands over rafes shoulders. “let me try on my next dress, yeah?” hoping your soft tone calms him down.

“fine.” rafe huffs, accepting your kiss as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your body against his as rafes hand moves down from your waist to grip your bum.

“be out in a minute.” you step away, smirking at rafe as you pull the curtain closed. rafe cautiously takes his seat again, eyeing the men who suddenly all have their eyes casted down.

rafe glares as one of the guys stands up to head back into the main section of the store, and rafe swears that he tries to peak past the edge of your curtain, his head turning just enough when passing your dressing room that rafe shoots to his feet.

“rafey, is that you baby?” you call when a shadow darkens your curtain, hands coming to hold either edge to the wall, keeping it taut.

“it’s okay, just change.” rafe grunts.

“i’m in my next dress, do you wanna see?” you call.

rafe tugs the curtain open just enough for him to step inside. “i love it. we’re getting it.” rafe says, taking the clothes that you haven’t tried on yet off the hook, hanging them over his arm. “we’re getting all of them.” “but i haven’t tried them on yet.” you pout.

“you can give me a personal try on fashion show at home baby, lets just go.” rafe leans to pick up the clothes you came in in off the seat, pressing them into your hands.

“okay, okay.” you sigh, taking the dress off under rafes watchful eye before redressing, adding the dress to the heap of clothing in his arms. “whats got you so worked up?”

“just wanna get home.” rafe says, tired of being on guard, needing to just be at peace with you in his arms, no other man around.

“okay, baby.” you coo, wrapping your arm around rafes bicep as he carries the clothes out of the changing area and towards the register.

rafe doesn’t make a big deal of paying, he never does, loving to spoil you, especially when most of the clothes you buy you wear for him.

he takes the bags of clothing before you can even reach for them, his hand coming to the small of your back as he leads you out of the shopping mall, towards the parking lot.

“rafey, slow down.” you complain as he hustles through the car park. “my legs aren’t as long as yours.” “sorry, sorry.” rafe slows his pace, glad his truck is within sight. he helps you into the passenger seat once you get there before throwing the bags into the back seat, rounding the hood with eyes on constant alert still, unable to relax yet.

“thanks for shopping with me.” you say as rafe climbs in, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, seeing his jaw unclench and shoulders drop a little. 

rafe turns his head to give you a proper kiss as his hands fumble with the keys before starting the car, giving you another peck before turning towards the road, backing out of the spot and navigating the large truck through the parking lot.

“pull over here.” you point to an empty lot, in front of a store that closed down a while ago.

“why?” rafe questions, a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, wanting to get you home alone as soon as possible.

“just do it.” you hum, a teasing smile on your face as you unbuckle and then lean over, pushing the folded down center console out of the way as you rub your hand over the front of rafes pants the second the car is shifted into park.

“baby-” rafe groans, his head falling back against the headrest.

“wanna thank you for buying those clothes for me.” you say, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you undo his pants button before tugging the zipper down, pulling the two sides of his pants open to reveal his boxers.

you press your lips against the fabric of his underwear, feeling his cock thicken as you kiss along his length, the zipper pressing against your chin, but you ignore it in favor of pressing your tongue to wet the fabric even further.

“fuck, baby.” rafe groans, hands coming to his hips as he tugs his pants and underwear down, not caring that anyone could drive into the parking lot and see what is going on. his truck is tall enough with tinted windows that he isn't worried.

“mmm, so hard and big for me.” you coo, placing your hand on the base of his cock, giving it a few strokes as you watch in fascination as a big of precum leaks out of his tip.

you lean forward, tongue sneaking out as you lap over the head of his cock, tongue slithering over the slit.

rafes hand comes to the back of your head, pushing you down. you barely cover your teeth in time as your mouth opens, letting him push you down until your lips reach where your hand is wrapped around his length.

“good girl, that's it.” rafe purrs out, his voice deep and sultry as you suck, tongue rubbing along his cock as you begin to move your head, pulling off his cock slightly before pressing back down.

you moan around rafes length, loving how stretched your cheeks have to get, how deep down he reaches your throat as you bob your head, his hand still resting against your curls, providing a slight amount of pressure to encourage you to continue.

“wish those dicks in the store could see you. instead of staring at your ass they could stare at you sucking me.” rafes frustration is clear in his voice, and despite his dick in your mouth, you roll your eyes as you continue to move, knowing it's ridiculous that he cares so much when you only have eyes for rafe.

you pull off his dick with a plop, immediately beginning to stroke your hand. “no need to be jealous baby.” 

“im not jealous.” rafe grunts as your thumb swipes over the head of his cock. “just annoyed that they think they can look at what's mine.”

you go to respond when rafe pushes your head back down, other hand coming to hold you as well as he begins to thrust his hips up, your hand having to come to his thigh to stabilize yourself as he fucks your mouth, his hips moving up and down off the seat to plunge deep down your throat.

you are used to taking him, but not in his position as you gag slightly, but the noises just spur rafe on as he moves faster.

“such a nice warm mouth for me baby.” rafe says, panting as his arms continue to work you up and down. “such a tight throat.”

you swallow around his cock at the praise, tightening the walls of your throat even further around his dick as rafes hips thrust up.

“so close.” he warns, breath quickening as his cock pushes in and out of your mouth quickly before he lifts up, shoving your head as far down as he can, nose nuzzling into his skin as he cums, releasing deep down your throat as he moans.

you swallow obediently as rafe slumps back down. you pull off slowly, pressing gentle kisses along his length as he softens before sitting up, patting at your chin to fix your ruined makeup as rafe tucks himself back into his pants.

“thank you for taking me shopping rafey, can't wait to try all the new clothes on.” you coo, pressing a kiss to his cheek before sliding back over to your seat, doing your seat belt as if nothing happened.

“can't wait to fuck you in your new clothes when we get home.” rafe says, clearing his throat as he shakes his head, trying to get back in the right mindset to drive home.

“mhm, after i try everything on though.” you clarify.

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Breakfast In Bed

Pairings: JJ x fem!gf!reader

Warnings: somno, oral (fem receiving), masturbation.

Summary: JJ wakes reader up with his tongue.

Authors Note: Enjoy!

*JJ's POV*

Fuck she tasted so sweet. I could never get enough of her. I lapped my tongue against her folds before wrapping my lips around her clit. I wasn't sure if I wanted her to wake up or just stay peacefully asleep.

I'd be lying if I said this was only to please her. I was so fucking turned on in this moment, I had to reach down and start stroking myself to ease my hormones.

My tongue started doing figure 8's. It was almost like muscle memory at this point. I found myself pushing my tongue into her needy little hole. Between that and my hand working down below, I moaned from all this intense pleasure.

Apparently I was a little too loud, because it woke up my sleepy princess. "JJ..? Wha-" I cut her off with a shhhh. She threw her head back to just enjoy this glorious moment. I let go of my cock and pushed her legs into the air so I could get a better angle. Before I dove back into her juicy pussy, I decided to tease her a little bit. I kissed pretty much everywhere besides where she needed me the most.

It was time to stop teasing my baby. I could tell how turned on she was, just by looking at her. She was so wet for me. My pretty girl. Needing me. And all I wanted was to be at her service.

I dipped down and licked a long slow stripe up her cunt. It wasn't fair how much this did to me. I couldn't help but touch myself some more. My hand found my balls, I fondled myself as I licked and sucked on her delicious little bundle of nerves.

She could help but moan out my name every few seconds, which was music to my ears. That was almost enough to make me cum right then and there.

"Oh JJ please don't stop I'm gonna cum." She squealed out. I wasn't going to stop now. "Cum all over my tongue baby." I said sliding my tongue in and out of her once again. My fingers found her clit and rubbed in fast circles, making sure I was causing pleasure and not pain.

I was stroking myself so fast that I was almost ready to cum, but I wanted to wait for her. We always cum together, or I always make sure she cums first.

I heard her curse under her breath and the next thing I knew, her cum was all over my face. That was enough to send me over the edge, my cum shot out everywhere on the bed. It was a complete accident, and I can't believe I let it happen. Not gonna lie I was a little embarrassed, but she made sure I didn't feel that way. "Thank you for the surprise wake up call babe, but it's my turn for breakfast in bed." I laughed before responding. "Round 2? You're on!"

heyy can i have a sub rafe and reader is fucking him non stop that he cried and u can add anything afterthat :))

Warnings: sub/dom, overstimulation, crying kink, bondage, breeding, degradation, mommy kink, probably more.

“What’s wrong? Does it hurt? Are you too dumb to speak, Rafey? My pussy too good for you?” I keep my hands planted on his chest as I bounce of his massive cock. Who knew Rafe Cameron was a total sub? Big bad cokehead outside the bedroom but inside, he loved to be used and tied up. Degraded and humiliated. Slapped around. Pegged. The guy had serious mommy issues too. He was perfect.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty and have such a nice cock. My pussy making you dumb? You pussy whipped for mommy?” I speed up as I feel him cumming again, moaning behind his ball gag as tears fall freely from his big blue eyes.

“You’re such a good fuck, Rafey. Nothing but a stupid fuck toy for me to use however I want. You’re nothing but a dick for me to ride until your cum runs down my legs.” I take in his red rimmed eyes, face covered in sweat and tears as he whimpers incoherently. Such a pretty mess. And all mine.

I pry the ball gag from his mouth and he sucks in a deep breath, his bottom lip quivering as I keep riding him.

“Look at my sweet boy, so dazed and confused.” I slap his cheek lightly as his eyes start to roll back as he cums again, pathetic little whines leaving his lips as his body trembles.

“M-mommy, please. It’s too much. It hurts.” Rafe cries, pulling against his restraints.

“But you’re still so hard inside me, Rafey.” I lean in and press my lips to his. He kisses me back urgently, nipping at my lips like he can’t get enough.

“You know your safe words. Use them if you need them.” I whisper but he shakes his head, desperate to prove he can take me. I smirk as I sit back up, rolling my hips back and forth. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and down onto the bed. Leaving a nice big wet spot.

“Silly boy. You’re not going to walk right for a week.”