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Keeping Her: Part four

Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, talk of pregnancy symptoms.

Summary: It's been three months since Rafe flew to Connecticut to try to win the love of his life back. Every day, the reader finds the ache in her heart growing smaller and smaller. Every day, Rafe's heart pulls for her more and more. It's time to make a choice. Can she forgive him for his betrayal, or has the pain he caused her made her too afraid to allow him back into her heart?

Word count: 2,056

Part one Part two Part three

"This stuff smells awful," Rafe says as he fixes a bottle of formula.

I scoff. "Why are you making it anyway? A little early, don't ya think?" I ask as I place my hands on my almost seven-month pregnant belly.

"Because I want to see if it's edible. And by the smell, it's not," Rafe says, grimacing as he sniffs the formula in the bottle. "Looks like you'll have to go natural," he says, sending me that damn grin.

He's been trying to convince me to breastfeed once I have the baby for the past two months. And he's using every excuse he can find to bring up the topic, much to my great annoyance.

"In your dreams," I tell him, taking the baby bottle from him. I toss it into the sink for him to wash.

He does so without question.

"Do you want me to make you something to eat?" he asks, and I shake my head. "Not right now."

He nods. "Just let me know when you're hungry, and I'll make whatever you want."

I nod and avert my gaze, not wanting to say anything to him.

For the past three months, Rafe has been nothing but the biggest help. Ever since I found him in my living room fourteen weeks ago. He got an apartment in the building so he could be close to me to help but not close enough to suffocate me or make me uncomfortable. He's been taking me to my O.B appointments, helping with all of my food cravings, and has been preparing my apartment for the baby, which could come at any time. Though I'm only 27 weeks, early birth is common in Rafe's family. It happened with him, Sarah, and his little sister, Wheezie.

The baby is coming soon, and I still have no idea what I'm going to do.

I know I'm having it—obviously—but I don't know what to do about Rafe.

He has been nothing but helpful and affectionate toward me without acting like we are back together. He's made my life so much easier, and each day, he's shown me how truly remorseful he is for his actions.

But I still don't know if it's enough.

I can still feel the dull ache in my heart every time I look at Rafe, and he is the one who created it. I can't just ignore what he did because he's proved himself sorry.

I know he's sorry. I can see the guilt eating away at him every single day, so much so that I wonder how he's functioning properly. But his guilt doesn't automatically mean he won't ever hurt me again.

And the thought of him hurting me again makes my chest cave because now, I'm not the only one who will be hurt by his actions.

I have a daughter to think of.

"Y/N?" Rafe asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. I meet his gaze and swallow when I see him looking at me with those guilty eyes.

He knows I was thinking about him.

He clears his throat and clears away the emotion on his face as if to stop me from seeing his guilt, but I see it.

And it makes my heart pull.

"Maybe you should lie down," Rafe tells me, glancing at my bedroom door. "It's not good for you to be up so much."

I glance at the door before turning my head back toward Rafe. "I suppose I could rest for an hour or two."

"I'll clean up while you sleep. Go ahead," Rafe tells me, drying his hands on the dish towel next to the sink.

I nod and make my way over to my bedroom door. I open it before walking inside and closing it. Then, I head over to my bed and settle between the mattress and the freshly-washed covers.

Sleep comes almost instantly.

My eyebrows pull together as I slowly wake from my deep sleep. My eyes flutter open, and I see that it is dark outside. The moon is high in the night sky and shining through my windows, painting me in a pale glow.

I slowly sit up and look over at the clock on my nightstand. When I see that it's a little past eight, my eyes widen, and I jump out of bed.

I've been asleep for over six hours when I was only supposed to sleep for two.

I let out a huff of frustration before walking over to my bedroom door and opening it.

The smell of food fills my nose, and my eyebrows furrow.

I slowly walk into my living room and see something that makes my heart skip a beat.

Red roses cover nearly every surface of my living room and kitchen. The lights are turned off, and there are dozens upon dozens of candles lit in various places, giving the room a romantic glow. On the large coffee table in my living room are dozens of different foods. They range from seafood to pasta to sweets. Every one of my favorite foods is laid out on the table.

On two opposite sides of the table are a bunch of pillows, neatly stacked for two people to sit comfortably on the floor.

"You're up," a sudden deep voice says, startling me. My head snaps in the direction of the voice, and I see Rafe holding what looks like a metal pan of baked macaroni and cheese, hot and fresh from the oven. My favorite.

Swallowing, I nod. "Yes."

I glance at the table again before looking at Rafe. "What is this?" My words come out as a whisper, and I mentally curse myself for it.

He shrugs and walks over to the table to set down the mac-&-cheese, which looks like a pan of heaven from my view.

Once it's set safely down in the middle of the coffee table, he turns toward me and removes the oven mitts on his hands. "I wanted to cook you dinner."

"This is a feast, not dinner," I mention as I observe the various foods he has laid out. This must have taken hours to cook.

He shrugs. "Feast dinner, same thing." He has that boyish smile on his face that makes me weak in the knees as he says this, but I refuse to let myself give in.

"Rafe, why did you do this?" I ask sternly but not rudely.

He opens his mouth but closes it. He averts his gaze for a moment before straightening and looking back at me. "I thought we should talk."

"And you had to make a fifteen-course meal to do that?" I ask, the corners of my lips kicking up in the tiniest of smiles.

He shrugs, his boyish smile returning. "Figured everything is better with food. And you're eating for two, so I thought I might as well make all of your favorites."

This time, I actually let my smile show. "You didn't have to, Rafe."

"I wanted to."

I can tell he means his words, so I stop asking questions and head toward the coffee table. I sit down on one of the two stacks of pillows and smile at Rafe. "You remembered."

When I was young, I would sit at the coffee table with my mother and father and eat dinner. We would sit atop pillows on the floor. Never once did we use chairs. It wasn't a part of our culture or a tradition that started with my grandparents or anything; it was just something we did.

He smiles and takes off the apron he's wearing before sitting across from me. "I did."

I smile at him again before reaching for the crab legs Rafe boiled. I grab the snow crabs and pull some onto my plate before eagerly digging in.

"Straight for the seafood," he smiles, watching me as I dig into the food he prepared.

I grin.

A small laugh escapes his throat at my toothy grin, and he leans over the table to hand me something. When I see that it's a crab pincher, I take it gladly and use it to help crack the crab legs and get the meat out.

And when I look back up at Rafe to ask where the melted butter is, he's already holding out a cup filled with it for me.

I take it gladly and eat through the snow crabs on my plate in just a few minutes.

The delicious food almost makes me forget about the elephant in the room.

Almost.

After about fifteen minutes of eating and talking about small things, a sort of silence settles between us, and the air grows thick with tension.

I try my best to ignore the tension as I eat my body weight in delicious food, but when Rafe speaks, that becomes impossible.

"So," he speaks, breaking the silence between us.

I look up at him with crab legs in both hands, and the corners of his lips tug up when he sees it.

But he stays on task. "The baby could come any day now, and I know you might still need some time, but I'd just like to know where I stand with you and where I stand with our daughter."

A quiet breath passes my lips, and I set down the crab legs before wiping my hands on the napkin atop my lap.

"I want you in our daughter's life, I know that. I want you to be a father to her and raise her with me," I tell him, completely sure about this.

"But you're still not sure about letting me into your heart again," he concludes with slightly furrowed brows.

I avert my gaze and nod.

A quiet sigh escapes his lips, but he quickly covers it, no doubt to stop me from hearing it so I don't feel guilty about my admission. "Do you think you'll ever be able to trust me again?" When he asks me this, he meets my gaze, and I see that his eyes are glossy with unshed tears.

My own eyes gloss at the sight of his face, so I quickly blink and avert my gaze. "I don't know," I tell him truthfully.

"Do you want to?" he asks.

"Of course," I answer, and I mean it. I want nothing more than to be able to trust him with everything I have, even more so now that we have a child on the way, but I'm so scared to do it. I'm so scared of him hurting me again to the point that just thinking about it makes my chest cave.

"But you're afraid," he concludes again, and I nod. "I don't want to be," I tell him. "I want more than anything to be able to trust you again, to be in your arms late at night while you whisper about how much you love me, but I'm terrified of you hurting me again. You can't possibly imagine how scared I am, Rafe."

"I know," he whispers, his words thick with guilt. "And you will never know how sorry I am for what I did, for what I made you feel. You'll never know how grateful I am that you're allowing me to help raise our daughter, even if you still can't let me into your heart."

He reaches over the coffee table and gently grabs my right hand in his. "I don't care if I have to spend the next twenty years proving myself to you. I will do whatever it takes to win you back, and when I do, I will treat you like a fucking queen. I will never hurt you again. I will be a good father to our daughter, and I will be a good husband to you."

My heart skips a beat at him implying he wants to get married someday, and tears pool in my eyes.

I quickly blink them away before they fall, but I don't look away from Rafe. "I love you. That hasn't changed. And I'm scared, but I will try to let you in. I'll try to trust you again, Rafe, because I do want a future with you. I always have."

I see the corners of his lips kick up in a bittersweet smile. "That's all I can ask for."

A/N: There will be one more part after this. It should be posted by the end of next week.

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highreevess · 2 years

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Hi love, I just found your blog and absolutely love your writing. Can I please be added to your tag list so I don’t miss anything? 🤗 Thank you 🫶🏼

Of course!!

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highreevess · 2 years

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Can u do like phone sex with jj maybank and they end up fucking when jj gets back to y/n’s house. Like degradation, spitting spanking, and that typa shit

I Missed You

Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, degradation kink, spit kink, spanking, unprotected sex.

Summary: When the female reader decides to tease her boyfriend, JJ Maybank, by sending him naughty videos and photos, she gets a painful and pleasurable surprise later on.

Word count: 2,728

Pressing send, I smile to myself and bite down on my bottom lip. He's going to be so pissed when he opens this. But so turned on too.

He opens the photo I sent him just ten seconds after it sends.

And his reply is almost instant.

JJ: What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get me hard in the middle of work?

Smirking, I type out my reply.

Me: Is it working?

I spread my legs on the bed before pointing my phone camera at my spread thighs. I click on the video option and begin videoing myself as I run my right hand up my thigh. Once I reach my panties, I end the video and send the short clip to JJ.

His reply is instant.

JJ: So help me God, you better cut the shit.

Me: Or what?

I record myself sliding my hand into my panties before sending the clip to him with a smirk on my face.

This time, his reply doesn't come quickly.

My eyebrows furrow and a small frown makes its way onto my face. Is he ignoring me now?

I wanted to piss him off so he would punish-fuck me when he got home in three days. I didn't want him to ignore me.

I wait for about a minute for him to reply, but when he doesn't, I swallow and turn my phone over before setting it down on the bed. I get up and make my way to the bathroom only to whirl around when my phone rings.

I quickly jump onto my bed and turn my phone over to see a facetime request from JJ.

Smiling, I answer it, and JJ pops up on the screen. His jaw is clenched, and he has anger written all over his face.

"JJ—"

"Prop your phone up so the camera is facing you," he demands.

The sheer domination in his voice makes heat rise to my cheeks. But still, I bite down on my bottom lip and reply, "bossy today, aren't you?"

His nostrils flare. "Do what I said, or so help me God, I will take a fucking cane to your ass when I get home."

I immediately swallow and get off of my bed. I walk over to the tv stand in front of my bed and prop my phone against the flatscreen tv.

"Get on the bed."

I quickly follow his orders and crawl back onto my bed, my skin buzzing with anticipation. I lean against the headboard as I watch him through the phone.

"Spread your legs."

I spread my legs, just as he ordered.

"Now take those panties off and touch yourself like the needy whore you are."

I almost whimper at his dirty words.

I do as he says and pull my panties down my legs before tossing them onto the floor.

"Now touch yourself."

I shake my head. "I want to see you too." I can see his face, but I want to see his cock. I want to watch him jerk off as he watches me.

"After the shit you pulled just now while I was at work?" he snarls, scoffing at the audacity of my request.

"You've been gone for two weeks. Do you really expect me not to miss you? Not to want to see your cock? Come on, JJ."

I can tell that he's still angry, but the slight begging he hears from me causes him to reach down and unbuckle his pants. He lowers the camera so that I can see him from the bulge in his boxers up. Then, he pulls his boxers down, revealing the thick, hard cock beneath. My mouth waters as I watch him spit on his cock and jerk it to get it wet.

"Now touch yourself," he orders, and I obey gladly.

I run my fingers over my wet slit, watching as JJ begins to slowly jerk his cock from base to tip.

I begin to circle my fingers over my clit, moaning at the sensitivity. I haven't cum in two weeks because I wanted to wait until JJ came home, but cumming with JJ watching through the phone is almost as good.

"That's a good slut," he praises, his jaw clenching as he squeezes the tip of his cock.

I moan at the praise and relax into the headboard behind me.

"God you're wet," he curses, jerking himself a bit faster. "I bet you were just dripping for me all week, aching for something to fill that needy hole of yours."

I whimper at his dirty words, and he just scoffs. "Why don't you fill that little hole? Fuck yourself with your fingers. Go on, Y/N. You can do it."

He doesn't have to tell me twice.

I slide two fingers inside of my pussy with ease and begin slowly thrusting them in and out of me, moaning like a bitch in heat. "Oh, God. I wish it was you inside of me."

"I bet you do," he scoffs. "You'd lick the floor like a cheap slut for my cock if I told you to."

I moan and curl my fingers inside of me. "Fuck, I'm so horny, JJ. You have no idea how hard it's been since you've been gone."

"Yeah?" he asks into the phone, and I moan in answer.

"Then cum for me, Y/N."

I bring my other hand to my clit and rub tight circles into it for a few seconds before my orgasm crests. I cum with a loud moan, and I hear JJ groan as I fall apart.

When my eyes open, I see JJ breathing heavily, his shirt between his teeth and cum all over his perfect abs.

He takes a few moments to regain his composure, and once he does, he looks back into the camera. "Don't think watching you cum made me forget about the stunt you pulled. You better be ready for me when I get home. It'll be a long night."

And with that, he hangs up.

His threat should scare me, but all it does is turn me on, and I find myself unable to wait for him to return home in three days.

Smiling, I lift the hot mug of coffee I just made to my lips and take a large gulp, savoring the bitter taste.

After the hot night I had with JJ over the phone last night, I'm in need of a large cup of coffee.

I turn off the coffee pot and walk over to the other side of the kitchen island before taking a seat on one of the barstools. I rest my elbows on the marble countertop and bring the coffee mug to my lips once more, basking in the bliss of the burn that the hot liquid causes.

For the next ten minutes, I sit and drink my coffee in peace and silence. Once I'm done, I get up and deposit my dirty mug into the sink to wash later tonight.

Then, I head into my bathroom and brush my teeth and hair before walking back out. Still in one of JJ's dress shirts, I don't bother changing into something else. This shirt smells like him; I don't want to take it off until he's standing right in front of me.

And when I step into the kitchen, I find just that: JJ standing right in front of me.

My mouth gapes. "JJ? W-what are you doing here?" He isn't supposed to come back for a few days.

"I caught an early flight," he tells me, tossing his duffle bag onto the couch next to him.

"Why?" I ask.

His eyes darken. "I wasn't waiting three days to teach your little ass a lesson."

Then, he advances toward me.

My eyes widen, and I turn around in an attempt to run, but I don't even get five feet before JJ's long, strong arms wrap around my waist, lifting me off the ground.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to sit through that meeting while you were sending me those damn pictures?" JJ snarls as he carries me away from the hallway, even as I kick and scream. "Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to explain why I had to leave that meeting?"

"JJ, I'm sorry—"

"No, you're not," he snarls. I feel him brush some hair out of my face as he sets me down on the kitchen island. "But you will be."

The dark promise makes me swallow.

"JJ—"

JJ places his hand on my chest and shoves me onto the kitchen island so that I am lying flat on my back. Once there, he grabs both sides of my waist and flips me over.

With me on my stomach and my ass in the air, he brings his hand down on my skin, and I gasp.

I turn my head to see him standing behind me, his palm on my burning ass and his face contorted in white-hot fury.

His gaze flickers up to my eyes, and when he sees me looking at him, he snarls and grabs my hair, forcing my head to turn away from him so that I cannot look at him. "You think you deserve to look at me after the shit you pulled?" he snarls, and I know better than to answer.

He waits for an answer, and when he doesn't hear it, he scoffs. "That's what I thought."

He slaps my ass again, and I moan in pain.

"I'm going to spank you some more. You're going to count them and thank me for each one. If you forget to count or thank me, I'll start all over," he tells me, and my stomach tightens in anticipation.

"Will you fuck me after?" I ask him, and he scoffs.

"I tell you I'm going to hurt you, and all you can think about is getting a cock inside of you? God, you really are a whore."

"Only for you," I tell him, hoping that he will fuck me once he's done spanking me. There's no way I'll be able to survive not getting fucked by him.

He scoffs again before saying, "count."

Then, his large hand comes down on my ass.

I gasp at the sting.

"I said fucking count," he snarls, hitting me again in the same spot.

"One!"

He slaps my ass again. "What else?" he snarls.

When I don't say anything back, he sneers and grabs my hair. He yanks it hard enough to make my neck bend backward. He leans over me and snarls, "open."

With furrowed brows, I open my mouth. JJ closes his, and my eyes widen when I see him open his mouth again.

He spits into my mouth before I can close it. "Now swallow like a good whore."

I go to spit it out just to spite him, but he clamps his large hand over my mouth before I get the chance. "Don't fucking test me."

I glare at him as I swallow his spit just to infuriate him.

Once he feels me swallow, he smirks and removes his hand from my mouth. "What do you say?"

I keep my mouth closed.

His smirk fades.

I feel a sharp pain in my ass, and I gasp.

"What do you fucking say?" JJ snarls.

"Thank you," I snarl through gritted teeth.

“That’s what I thought,” he smiles, letting go of my hair, which gives my burning scalp some much-needed relief.

Unfortunately, the relief doesn’t last long because JJ goes back to his brutal assault on my ass, hitting it and hitting it with no mercy and no remorse.

He spanks my ass again and again, causing me to gasp and moan and cry at the pain.

"Are you ever going to be such a slut again?" JJ asks, smacking my ass for the thirty-third time today.

"No!" I promise even though I know I will.

"Are you ever going to flaunt your body like that again?"

"No," I whimper.

"Are you ever going to tease me like that again?" he asks, smacking my ass again.

"No," I whisper, my throat dry from moaning and crying.

"Please," I tell JJ. "No more," I whisper.

JJ seems to consider my plea because he stops moving.

But then, he says, "count," and resumes his spanking.

He continues spanking me and forcing me to count them until I'm sobbing like a child underneath him.

Once we hit fifty, he stops his brutal assault on my ass and grabs my waist. He turns me over and sits me down on the kitchen island, brushing away the wet hair sticking to my face.

I look up at him with hooded eyes and open my mouth to speak. "Please, JJ," is all I manage to get out.

His eyes narrow. "You want me to take you to bed?" I shake my head. "Fuck me." Though my ass feels like it's being burned with a fire poker, I am unimaginably horny.

"Please fuck me," I beg in a whisper.

"You want me to fuck you, doll?" he asks, and I nod. "Please."

The corner of his lips kicks up. "As you wish."

He surges forward and presses his lips to mine.

I return the heated kiss in an instant despite being exhausted. I wrap my arms around JJ and lean into him as he kisses me.

"God, I missed you," he breathes against my lips, and I smile. "I missed you too, JJ."

He slides his tongue past my lips and glides it across my bottom lip. "You ready to get fucked, Y/N?" JJ asks. I nod my head profusely, and he smiles.

He places his hand in between the two of us and slides my thong to the side. Then, he swipes his fingers over my slit, cursing under his breath. "You're fucking dripping. Did getting spanked get you this wet?"

I nod my head in answer as I reach for his belt. I quickly undo it and toss it to the floor. I then unzip his pants and pull them far enough down so that I have access to his boxers.

"Fucking greedy," he chuckles as he watches me pull down his boxers.

Once I free his cock, my mouth waters. "JJ," I plead, looking up at him. With the way that I'm sitting on the counter, I can't put his cock inside of me. He has to do it.

"You want my cock, pretty girl?" he asks, and I nod. "Please, JJ."

He smiles and lines his cock up with my entrance. With a groan, he pushes in and doesn't stop until he is all the way inside of me, right where he belongs.

"Oh, God," I moan, my head throwing back in pleasure. It's been two weeks since I've had him inside of me, so the stretch is so much more than usual.

"God, huh? I don't think he's the one fucking you right now," JJ says, grabbing my throat with his veiny hand. His two rings dig into the soft skin of my neck as he tightens his grip.

"Look at me," JJ demands, fucking me harder. I immediately listen to him and meet his heated gaze. "You're mine," he tells me, and I nod. "I'm yours," I assure.

"My little slut, right?" he asks, bringing his other hand down between the two of us, searching for my clit. He starts rubbing tight circles into it when he finds it, and I whimper. "Your little slut," I tell him.

"That's right."

He smashes his lips to mine again as he continues his brutal thrusting, and I gasp into his mouth as my orgasm crests.

I fall apart around him, clutching his strong body like a lifeline and moaning into his mouth.

I feel him groan against my mouth before stilling inside of me and releasing himself. I feel his warm cum shoot inside of me, and I moan.

I break our kiss and lean my head against his clothed chest as we catch our breaths.

Eventually, JJ catches his breath and regains his composure. He gently grabs my chin and makes me look up at him. "I missed you," he finally says, even though he's already told me. I smile. "I missed you too."

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highreevess · 2 years

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Omg no because I need part 3 now! I need this fucker to beg for forgiveness. Angst angst and more angst!

As you wish.

Keeping Her: Part three

Part one

Part two

Warnings: Fighting.

Summary: It's been two months since the reader found out about Rafe's betrayal. Two months since her heart was shattered into pieces. And two months since she has spoken to the man she gave her heart to. For two weeks, she spent her time crying and breaking down at just the thought of Rafe, but she had to get out of her bed. She forced herself to pack and take a flight to Connecticut. A month and a half after she gets to her new home, she finally starts to find herself again. Until Rafe comes knocking.

Word count: 2,255

"You doing okay?" my friend and roommate asks me, knocking on my bathroom door. I go to tell her not to come in and that I'm fine, but all I manage to do is throw up more of my breakfast into the toilet I'm hunched over.

I hear the door creak as it opens, and I try to tell Ada not to come in, but it's no use. I just throw up more.

"Oh, shit," she says, pity lacing her words. She kneels behind me and pulls my hair back, holding it out of my face. She also begins to rub gentle circles into my back as I throw up.

Eventually, I stop throwing up, and I flush the toilet, but I continue leaning over it as I catch my breath.

"You okay?" Ada asks, and a breath of amusement passes my lips. "Morning sickness sucks," I tell her, moving to stand up.

"I can see that," she says, and I can hear the pity etching her voice.

I hate that she pities me. She doesn't even know about what Rafe did. She just knows that I'm pregnant and the father isn't around. And she pities me because of it.

But she's been a big help since the pregnancy symptoms started. She's been taking me to my o.b appointments, going to Walmart at midnight when I need medicine or vitamins, and has helped me a lot with school. I only told her a month ago, and already, she's been the biggest help.

So I can't really be mad at her for pitying me when she's the one helping me out.

"Thanks," I tell her, moving over to the sink. I grab my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it before shoving it into my mouth.

"Do you need anything? Something to eat maybe?" she asks, and I quickly shake my head. I haven't eaten in days; just the thought of food makes me want to throw up.

When I finish brushing my teeth, I rinse my mouth and look at Ada through the mirror. "I don't think I can go to class today. Can you tell my professors when you go?" I ask, and she nods. "Of course."

"Thanks," I say, turning around so I can walk out of the bathroom. I make my way into my bedroom and crawl into bed.

"I'll see you later," Ada says, smiling at me. I smile back and nod before pulling the covers over my body.

And by the time the front door closes, I'm already drifting off to sleep.

A crash breaks me out of my sleep, and I jolt up, my heart racing. "Ada?" I ask, not very loudly.

When I don't get an answer, I look at the clock on my nightstand. A little past two.

Ada doesn't finish her last class until three...

Swallowing, I get out of bed and grab the lamp on my nightstand. I would grab a knife, but they are all in the kitchen.

I inhale a small breath of air before slowly walking over to my bedroom door. I wrap my fingers around the doorknob before slowly twisting it, trying to be as quiet as possible.

I quietly open my door, and what I see when I open it all the way causes me to drop the lamp to the floor.

Rafe stands five feet away from me, cleaning up the ceramic flower pot pieces on the floor that no doubt crashed earlier and woke me up. Around him are hundreds of flower pots filled with gardenias, covering nearly every surface of my apartment. And what surfaces aren't covered by the white flowers are covered by dozens of red roses. My favorites.

Rafe's head snaps in my direction, and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

For a long while, we stay like this; standing in complete silence, unmoving as we watch each other with pain on our faces and tears in our eyes that we refuse to let fall.

After what seems like hours, I swallow and intake a quiet breath in order to stop my voice from cracking when I ask, "how did you find me?" I don't live in a dorm with a directory; I live in an apartment that doesn't give out resident information to random people who come asking.

"I talked to Moyra," he answers, referring to my best friend from OBX, who also doesn't know about what happened between Rafe and I.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key. "And I found the key in the planter outside two hours ago."

The fact that he flew all the way out here and spent God knows how much on all of these flowers makes tears well up in my eyes, but I force them back.

"Why are you here?" I croak, trying to sound strong.

His head tilts, and his expression of confidence wavers. "Do you really have to ask me that?"

The pain etching his words almost makes me falter. I want so badly to fall to my knees and cry, but I refuse to do so. He doesn't deserve my tears.

"So what? You come here with some flowers and think that I'm going to forget everything you did to me? Forget that you tried to trap me with a child? Forget that even after I told you I loved you, you still lied to me?" I ask.

He swallows, his throat no doubt thick with guilt. "I'm sorry." His words come out as an exhausted whisper, and I can hear the agony in them.

But still, I refuse to back down.

"And you think flowers are going to make me believe that?" I ask, my voice cracking. "I was in love with you, and you broke my heart. You tried to ruin the life I planned since I was in the fifth grade because you wouldn't trust me. So please, tell me how you expect me to forgive you after everything you have done. Please, tell me how you expect me to even look at you without feeling sick." Sobs rise in my throat, but I refuse to let them out.

"Just let me explain why," he pleads, his voice a cracked whisper as if he were holding back tears.

"Why should I do that? I don't owe you anything."

"I know," he tells me, swallowing. "You owe me nothing, and I owe you everything. And I owe you this explanation." His voice is pleading—begging—and it pulls my heart in all the right places.

So, I let out a defeated sigh. "Fine."

The relief that washes over his features is potent.

He lets out a relieved sigh before glancing at the couch. "You should sit. It's not good for you to stand too much." He gestures to my stomach.

"I'll stand."

He doesn't push. Instead, he takes a seat on the couch and rests his elbows on his knees. "Do you remember when you cleaned me up after that one fight? The one where I nearly killed someone?" he asks, meeting my gaze.

I nod. That was the fight about two years ago. When some guy grabbed me at a party, Rafe beat him so badly, he nearly killed him. The guy was in a coma for nearly a month before he was finally strong enough to recover without needing to be in a medically induced coma.

"Do you remember when you made me promise to never do that again? Do you remember how even though you hated me getting into fights, you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at me that night?" he asks, and I nod, the memories of that night causing the ache in my heart to intensify.

"I stopped," he tells me, recalling how he never got into a fight like that again after that night. "I stopped doing the drugs, I stopped getting drunk, I stopped going to Barry and dealing for him, I stopped fighting; I stopped everything that made you disappointed in me because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. You were there for me ever since I was a kid, and I knew that if I lost you, I wouldn't survive it. I've been in love with you ever since I was sixteen, Y/N. You are everything."

His words make my heart bleed, and the agony that laces them makes me want to forgive him for everything he has done, but I know I can't. Not right now. The ache of betrayal is still fresh in my heart. It's an ugly, bleeding wound that has yet to heal, and he's the one that caused it.

"So why didn't you tell me?" I ask him, my voice cracking despite all my efforts to sound strong. "Why didn't you tell me you didn't want me to leave instead of doing this?"

"I thought you would have said no and left anyway," he answers truthfully.

"No, that was before I told you I loved you. I'm talking about after. You heard me say that I loved you, and you still lied to me. You still refused to tell me what you did, even when I might have had time to take a plan B before conception happened. You still made sure that I was pregnant even after I told you I was in love with you." There are tears falling from my eyes, but I can't bring myself to stop them.

"I gave my heart to you, even after everything I went through in my life that made me terrified of falling in love, and I trusted you with everything. And you still wouldn't trust me. You still betrayed me." I have to pause for a few seconds in order to keep my voice as strong as possible.

When I eventually do regain my composure enough to stop my voice from cracking, I just ask, "why? Why didn't you tell me after I told you I loved you? I would have understood." And I would have. I would've been pissed—of course—but I wouldn't be as hurt if he had told me sooner, even if he had told me past the time I would have needed to take a plan B.

He doesn't tell me why, most likely because his reason is what he said just a moment ago, and he knows that's not an adequate reason. He knows it's not a justification for his actions.

"I'm sorry," he whispers again.

"I know. I believe you," I tell him. I can hear the agony and guilt in his words. I can see the darkness under his eyes and the paleness of his skin that was no doubt caused by his guilt for what he's done.

"But how am I supposed to forgive you for what you've done? How am I supposed to trust that you won't hurt me again?" I know that he's sorry for what he's done, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to trust him again.

"Give me a chance to prove to you that I won't hurt you again," he requests. "I've spent over a month knowing what it's like to live without you, and I'm already barely hanging on. I'll never do anything to fuck up what we had. And I will do anything to prove it to you, Y/N. Please, just give me one chance."

My bottom lip quivers at his words because they pour salt on the open wound he left, even though he's trying to make up for it. "You will never know how much you hurt me." My words come out as a mix of a whimper and a whisper, and it makes him swallow in guilt.

He gives me a once-over before slowly taking a step toward me. When I don't move to step back, he takes another step forward, and another until he's standing just a few inches away from me. "I'm so sorry, baby."

A tear slips free as I look into his beautiful blue eyes, and he raises his hand, swiping his thumb over my cheek.

Then, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his chest.

And I don't even fight.

I sink into his warmth and lean against him as if it's the last time I'm going to feel him. His warmth is intoxicating, and even though it hurts to be this close to him, it feels right.

Though Rafe has left me with ugly, bleeding wounds that have yet to heal, he is also the only thing that can mask the pain. His touch is an anesthetic, numbing me from the pain he has caused me with his betrayal, and I am nothing if not an addict.

I feel Rafe place a kiss on top of my head. "I love you, Y/N. And I'll spend the rest of my life making up for what I did to you."

A/N: Should I do another part or leave it like this?

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highreevess · 2 years

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Okay so hear me out:

A part 2 to keeping her where she notices that she’s pregnant and she full on panics and is mad at Rafe and shit and has a total mental breakdown because she wanted to go to Yale so badly so Rafe and her have a huge fight and you can chose what happens next.

Im begging 🙏 🙏 🙏

Keeping Her: Part two

Part one

Part three

Warnings: Deception, entrapment, mental breakdown, talk of pregnancy, fighting.

Summary: When the reader finds out she is pregnant just two weeks before she is supposed to move to Connecticut for college, she has no idea how it happened. It's only when she tells Rafe that she realizes he had planned the whole thing.

Word count: 1,572

"No," I whisper under my breath, my chest caving.

The pregnancy test says "PREGNANT" in all capital letters, making it loud and clear for me.

I fall against the wall behind me and slide down until I hit the cold floor. The test falls onto the floor with me, and I find myself trying to stop the tears from falling.

I'm pregnant.

Two weeks before I attend Yale.

"This can't be happening," I say, burying my face in my hands. I don't understand how this happened. We were always so careful. Rafe always used a condom, and on the rare times he didn't, he always pulled out.

A tear slips from my eye as I pull out my phone and dial Rafe.

I don't know what I'm going to do, but I need to tell him. He deserves to know.

I press my phone to my ear as it rings, and I hear Rafe answer in just a second. "Baby?" he asks, and I sniffle at the endearment.

He's silent for a second before asking, "baby, are you okay?"

I have to hold back a sob as the guilt eats away at me. I sniffle again and swallow the sob in my throat before saying, "I need to talk to you. Can you come over?" Thankfully, my voice doesn't crack as I say this, and I just hope Rafe doesn't ask what's wrong again, or I'm going to break down and tell him right here.

"Of course. I'll be there in ten minutes."

I nod and sniffle again before hanging up.

I set down my phone on the floor before grabbing the positive pregnancy test and standing up.

I look into the mirror, wash my hands, and dry my tears so I look somewhat presentable before walking out of the bathroom with the test in my right hand.

I make my way downstairs and toward the front door. Once I get within six feet of it, I stop walking and just stand right in front of the door with my right hand behind my back, not knowing what to do while I wait for Rafe to get here.

For the next seven minutes, I stand in the same spot, not moving an inch and trying to stop myself from crying.

And when Rafe walks through the front door, it takes everything I have not to cry in guilt for what's happened.

"Baby?" he asks the moment he sees the expression on my face. He closes the door behind him, keeping his eyes on me. "Why did you want me to come over?"

I swallow before intaking a deep breath. "I uhm, have something to tell you."

His eyes narrow, but the concern in them doesn't waver. "What is it?"

I blink repeatedly before holding out my right hand for him, showing him the positive pregnancy test.

He slowly takes it from my hands and stares down at it as if he is having trouble believing what I'm saying. But eventually, he looks up and meets my gaze. "You're pregnant?"

"I'm so sorry," I say, a sob escaping my lips. I quickly slap my hand over my mouth to avoid breaking down in front of him, but my knees buckle in guilt, and I go falling to the floor.

Rafe quickly catches me in his arms and gets to his knees in front of me. "Baby, this isn't your fault."

"Yes, it is. I should have been on birth control. I got pregnant two weeks before I'm supposed to go to college, and I've ruined both of our lives," I sob.

I see Rafe shake his head. "Baby, no you haven't. You haven't ruined anything."

"How can you say that?" I demand as I meet Rafe's gaze, my eyes blurred from the tears in them.

I repeatedly blink my eyes so I can see him more clearly, and when they do clear, I see Rafe looking down at me with furrowed brows and a pained look on his face.

"Rafe?" I ask as I look at the pain in his eyes. I can't stand the thought of him hating me for what I've done.

"You didn't do anything," he tells me as he swallows and averts his gaze.

"How can you say that?" I ask, feeling even guiltier because he's trying to ease my guilt.

"Because I did it," he answers, and my eyebrows furrow. The tears slow as I go rigid. "What are you talking about?"

He swallows again. "Do you remember when you told me you loved me?" He meets my gaze as he asks this, and I nod. "Yes."

"That night..." He pauses, and my heart begins to race.

"That night, I didn't use a condom, and I didn't pull out either," he tells me.

My heart stops, and the tears that stopped falling begin to pool in my eyes again. "Are you saying y-you planned this?"

He is still for a few moments, but eventually, he nods, and I inhale a large breath of air in order to stop myself from breaking down.

It doesn't work though.

I begin to hyperventilate, and tears begin to fall freely from my eyes. "How could you?" I ask, my heart aching with betrayal. I move away from him and stand up on shaky legs. "How could you do this to me?"

I watch him as he stands up and meets my gaze, but he doesn't say anything.

"It's been over a month since that night! How can you look at me every day and tell me you love me while living a lie? How can you tell me you care about me after what you've done?" I demand. Sobs rise in my throat, but I refuse to let them come out.

"I do love you," he tells me, and my heart twists in agony.

"No, you don't. If you loved me you wouldn't have done this. You wouldn't have ruined everything I spent my life working for." He's known I've wanted this ever since I was a child. He's known I wanted to go to Yale and become a lawyer, and I can't do that with a child.

"You were planning to leave me," he says, his voice thick with guilt. "You would've left and forgotten all about me."

"I wouldn't have!" I yell as his words rip through my ribs, stabbing me right in the heart. "I would've stayed. I would've taken online classes at Yale and stayed here at OBX. Or I would've taken you with me. I would've figured out a way if you would have just told me!" And I mean every word. If he would have told me he felt this way and wanted me to stay, I would have. I would have figured something out.

Something in his gaze flashes, and he tries to take a step forward, but I step back. "Don't you dare," I snarl as I force myself to hold back tears. I take another step back, toward the door that leads to the guest bedroom behind me. "You are not the man I thought you were." My voice cracks as I say this, but I can't even bring myself to care.

He was everything to me. I never thought he would do something like this.

"Baby, come on," he says as he reaches for my arm. I quickly rip my arm away and run into the guest bedroom behind me, slamming the door behind me, locking it, and leaning against it in case he tries to break it down.

I hear and feel Rafe's body shove against the door as he tries to get inside. "Let me in, Y/N. Please."

The pain and guilt in his voice are so evident that it takes everything I have not to let him in.

Tears fall from my eyes again, and I clutch my chest with my hand.

"Baby, please," he begs, and my knees buckle at the crack in his voice. I fall to the floor, my back scratching against the wooden door behind me as my chest caves.

"Y/N," he begs. "Please let me in."

I want to—God, I want to more than anything—but I can't. I've never hurt more in my life than right now, and it is Rafe that is causing it. I can't just open the door and pretend that he didn't betray me in one of the worst ways possible.

If he would have just said one word to me about not wanting me to leave him, I wouldn't have. All he had to do was tell me.

And he didn't.

So I stay silent and stay with my back against the door, refusing to let him in.

He stays at the door for a good five minutes, begging me to let him in, and I can hear the guilt and sadness in his words. But still, I refuse to open the door.

Eventually, I hear a desperate sigh escape his lips. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

Then, I hear the sound of his retreating footsteps, followed by the sound of my front door opening and closing.

I shut my eyes to avoid crying, but my heart is shattering with every passing second. All I can do is shake in pain and sob as Rafe's betrayal shatters my heart into a million pieces.

And that's all I manage to do for the rest of the night.

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highreevess · 2 years

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could i be added to your tag list???🫣🫣 I just found you today and i am already so obsessed!!!

Of course

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highreevess · 2 years

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Hi, angel. Could I please be added onto your taglist? I absolutely love your writings and would love to be notified when you post. 😇

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Hi, could you do a dark!rafe x reader where they are friends since childhood, but the reader will go to college outside obx, rafe doesn't like the idea so he tries to hold her back. You can have breeding kink, cock warming and somnophilia with the "I have been dreaming about you."

Thank you and sorry if it's a lot 😭😭

I hope you have understood, English is not my first language.

I love this request. This is definitely one of my favorites. I'm going to do it in Rafe's pov, because this specific request will be easier to write that way, so I hope that's okay.

Keeping Her

Part two

Part three

Part four

Warnings: Deception, entrapment, breeding kink, unprotected sex, cock-warming, somnophilia, dub-con, sub!reader, dom!Rafe Cameron.

Summary: For years, Rafe has only had one person keeping him grounded, one person that has always been able to keep him going. And when Rafe Cameron finds out the reader, who is the only person in the world he needs, is off to college and away from him, he comes up with a way to get her to stay. He knows it's wrong, but he needs her. And he'll do anything to keep her.

Word count: 1,227

I trail my fingers lightly down the soft skin of her arm as she sleeps, feeling her skin for myself as if it is the last time I'm going to feel it.

And it is.

She got a scholarship to Yale. It's been her dream school since she was ten, and when she got the acceptance letter in the mail, she was ecstatic. She was sad that she would have to leave OBX, but her happiness about getting into the prestige college quickly overpowered that sadness.

I wanted to ask her to stay, to give up going to college, and to stay with me in OBX, but I was afraid she would say no. I was terrified.

Since I was ten and she was eight, she has been the only person that I've always been able to count on. Through all the fights with my father, all my addictions, and all my urges to do bad things, she stayed with me. She got me through it all, and I fell in love with her in a way that I hadn't even thought possible.

And now, she's leaving.

I can't let her.

She is everything. If she leaves, I won't survive it. I'll go back to the drugs. I'll go back to the fighting. I'll go back to it all and lose myself just as I almost had so many times before.

I need her. More than she can possibly understand. And I just hope she can forgive me for ruining her dream. I hope she can understand that I need her more than she needs to go to college.

I slowly pull her panties to the side and feel how wet she is in her sleep. I almost groan when I slide my fingers over her exposed slit when I feel just how wet.

Slowly, I turn her over so that she is on her back before gently spreading her legs.

She always had a thing for being fucked while she was sleeping, and I was more than happy to oblige. As long as I always pulled out or used a condom, she had no problem with me fucking her at any place and at any time, including when she was asleep.

I carefully get on top of her and place one of her legs on my hip in order to get better access to what I need. Once I do, I place my already hard cock at her entrance and slowly push in, being careful not to wake her. Not yet.

I continue pushing inside of her tight cunt until I bottom out with a quiet groan. I have to take a few deep breaths to calm myself in order to stop myself from pounding into her.

Once I regain my composure, I slowly pull out of her and push back in. I repeat this process over and over, working both her and myself up.

And even though she is in a deep sleep, her brows furrow in pleasure, and tiny moans escape her beautiful lips.

Even in her sleep, she knows I'm the only one who can make her feel this way.

I bring my hand down and in between the two of our joined bodies until I find her clit. I press my thumb down on the little nub and begin rubbing tight circles into it, just the way she likes.

She squirms when I touch her clit, and the corner of my lips kicks up. "Come on, pretty girl. Time to wake up," I whisper, pinching her clit.

A gasp escapes her mouth, and her beautiful eyes pop open.

"There she is," I smile, increasing the speed of my thrusts.

"Rafe," she says in a confused voice. She looks around, and it takes her a few moments to realize where she is and what is happening, but when she finally understands, she relaxes into the pillow and moans my name.

"I've been dreaming about you," I tell her. "I've been dreaming about fucking you awake, making you cum around me in your sleep."

A whimper escapes her lips at my words, and she tightens around me.

"You like that idea, don't you?" I ask, and she nods, her eyebrows furrowing in pure pleasure.

"Of course, you do," I chuckle. "You asked me to do it. To fuck you awake. To wake you up with my cock inside you." I emphasize what I'm saying with three hard thrusts that make her moan.

"Rafe," she whimpers, one of her hands grabbing onto my exposed bicep.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, Y/N?" I ask, and she nods, still somewhat delirious from having just woken up. I can tell by the fact that she's having trouble keeping her eyes open that she's still half-asleep.

Just what I want.

I lean forward and place a kiss on her neck. She shivers when my lips meet her skin, and I smile.

I close my lips around the skin of her neck and begin sucking. I don't stop until I know that there is a prominent mark on the skin of her neck. Once there is, I move onto another part of her neck and repeat the process, all while fucking her perfect little cunt.

When I hear that little catch in her throat, I remove my lips from her neck and quickly press my lips to hers, knowing that she is going to cum.

The second our lips meet, she tightens around me and cums with a loud moan that I swallow with a kiss.

I groan as she cums around me because her pussy is clenching me like a fucking vice, but she's too busy wrapped up in her orgasm to notice.

When she slips her tongue into my mouth, my stomach tightens, and I release myself inside of her with a groan, not even trying to last as long as I normally do.

We come down from our orgasms lying with our naked bodies pressed against each other, and even when Y/N's eyes flutter open, she doesn't seem to realize that I have just finished inside of her. She just smiles up at me, her hooded eyes watching me with a look of infatuation. "I love you, Rafe."

My heart bleeds at her words, not only because I have longed to hear her say that ever since I was a child, but also because I already feel guilty for what I've done.

I quickly swallow the lump in my throat and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

The way that her smile widens upon hearing my words makes my heart flutter and shatter all at once.

Averting my gaze, I carefully pull out of her before settling back into the position I was in ten minutes ago; right behind her with her back turned to me and my arm around her waist. I slip my cock back inside of her in order to make sure that my cum stays inside of her, and she doesn't even notice.

I whisper sweet nothings in her ear as she drifts off into sleep, and just before I feel her slip under, I tell her that I love her.

And when she slips into sleep, I whisper into her ear, "I just hope you can forgive me."

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Crawl: Part Two

Part one

Warnings: Smut, use of sex toys, dom/sub themes, bondage, sub!reader, dom!Rafe Cameron, minor overstimulation.

Summary: After her first scene with Rafe, the reader has been anxiously awaiting the next one. And when the day of her next scene finally comes by, she repeats the process of stripping and kneeling in her dominant's room. She anxiously waits for Rafe Cameron to enter and bring her what she desires.

Word count: 2,203

The ac is set just as low as it was last time. The hard floors made of wood dig into my knees just as they did last time.

My chest rises and falls in slow, deep breaths, my nipples hardening under the weight of the cold air around me.

It's been fifteen minutes since I've disrobed and gotten on my knees, and I haven't heard a single sound. Not even a door close or open. All I can hear is the sound of my breathing, and it makes my heart race.

I risk a glance at the door that leads into the hallway, and I see the light shining through it. I don't see any moving shadows that would lead me to believe Rafe is near, and my bottom lip curls downward in disappointment.

But I quickly shake the disappointment off and redirect my gaze back to the floor. He'll be here. I had to wait longer last week, and he eventually came. There's no reason for me to worry.

I adjust the way I'm kneeling and crack my neck as I wait for Rafe.

And a few minutes later, I hear the door creak open.

I can't control the small smile that stretches across my face when the scent of Rafe's cologne reaches my nose.

I hear the door shut behind Rafe, and it takes everything I have not to look up at him.

After a few moments of silence, Rafe asks, "how are you feeling?"

Swallowing, I answer, "like my heart is going to explode out of my chest."

"And is that a good or a bad thing?" Rafe asks me.

"Good, sir," I answer without hesitation.

He makes a humming noise before slowly walking over to me. He pauses for a moment before slowly starting to circle me. "I was reviewing your list before you got here and while you were waiting. Your kinks. And I saw how high bondage was on your list, amongst other things." There's a hint of amusement in his voice that causes anticipation to rise in my stomach.

"I also reviewed what you were interested in trying that you hadn't before. Sensation play was very high on that list."

He stops walking when he stands right in front of me. Then, he speaks. "Look at me, Y/N."

I immediately meet his dark gaze.

"Stand."

I quickly get off of my knees and stand up, craning my neck to look up at Rafe, who stands at six-foot-two.

"What are your safewords, Y/N?"

"Grape and cupcake, sir," I answer, and he nods. "Very good."

He reaches out and gently grabs my wrist. Then, he walks over to his walk-in closer with me behind him. And when he opens the door to it, I gasp.

Inside his walk-in closet are hundreds of different pieces of equipment for all things BDSM. Whips, paddles, canes, chains, handcuffs, and so much more no doubt lying inside the drawers within his closet.

"I always wondered why you had a wardrobe when you have a walk-in closet," I say to Rafe as I look around the large closet.

I see the corner of his lips kick up. "Now, you know."

I turn to face him. "Why have you shown me this, sir?"

He looks past me and at a long length of rope. "Because I am going to be using these things on you. Today and every other time we meet."

He walks over to a rack with canes hanging from it.

I swallow when I see him admire a black cane made of wood. "Sir, are you going to use that on me?" I know I agreed to caning in my contract with him, but I thought it would only be as a punishment.

"Why do you ask? Are you scared?"

Swallowing, I shake my head, but when his eyes narrow, I avert my gaze and say, "a bit if you're going to use it on me."

He is silent for a few moments, but eventually, he lets go of the cane and says, "I'm not. Not today anyway."

I can't help the breath of relief that passes my lips.

"Then, what are you going to use on me, sir?" I ask cautiously, keeping my voice meek so I do not sound like I am questioning his authority.

I see him smirk. "Nothing you won't like."

I go to ask him to be specific, but he speaks before I can. "Get onto my bed. On your back with your arms and legs spread. Keep your eyes closed, and do not move or speak until I tell you to."

I nod. "Yes, sir."

I quickly turn around and exit Rafe's closet. I make my way over to his perfectly-made bed and run my fingers across the black silk sheet. My brows raise a bit when I feel just how soft it is.

I lift my leg and climb onto Rafe's bed, quickly settling into the soft, silk sheets. I spread my limbs as Rafe told me to and close my eyes. I rely on my hearing to tell me what is happening as I wait in Rafe's oddly comfortable bed.

For about five minutes, I lie in absolute silence, my skin prickling with goosebumps as my anxiety rises.

Then, I hear Rafe close the door to his walk-in closet and walk closer to me, his shoes making the floorboards quietly creek. I feel Rafe grab my left wrist and pull it before attaching something smooth and cold to it, locking it in place. A leather handcuff.

He cuffs the other wrist as well before cuffing both of my ankles. When he's done, I'm cuffed on all wrists and ankles, making it impossible for me to close my legs or my arms. All I can do is slightly move my limbs up and down.

"Lift your head."

I quickly obey and lift my head, making sure to keep my eyes closed. I feel something being placed around my head and over my eyes.

A blindfold.

Suddenly, I feel something soft and ticklish drag across my left foot. I recoil on instinct but keep my eyes closed.

"Don't move," Rafe's cold, hard voice orders, and I swallow. I force myself to remain still, even when I feel that same, tingly feeling in my foot from whatever Rafe is touching me with.

He drags whatever he is using slowly up and down my left foot, and it takes everything I have not to jerk away.

After a few moments, he switches to the other. After that, he switches to my legs. He slowly trails whatever he is using up one leg and up the other. Then, he drags the object in his hands gently over my breasts, causing my breathing to quicken.

He seems to notice because he asks, "you like that?"

I nod my head. "Yes, sir."

He stops touching me with the object.

I can't help but frown, but when I hear something loud turn on, my frown quickly goes away, and my interest piques.

I listen closely to the sound as it gets closer to my body. It sounds like a small machine or something like that.

I feel something on my left thigh, and my mouth falls agape when I realize it's a vibrator. A powerful one.

Rafe drags the vibrator up and down my left thigh before switching to the left one. Once he gives both of them equal attention, he drags the vibrator up my stomach and toward my breasts.

He drags the bulbous head of the powerful vibrator across the nipple of my left breast, and I shudder in pleasure.

"Sensitive here," Rafe murmurs, more to himself than to me.

Slowly, he drags the vibrator away from my left breast and toward my right one, placing it directly on my nipple. I shudder again when he makes contact.

He circles the vibrator around my breast for a good five seconds before removing it and dragging it back down my stomach.

This time, he doesn't go to my thighs. He presses the toy against my slit, just below where I need him.

I want to whine so badly, to tell him that I need him to touch me or put the vibrator where I need it, but I force myself to remain silent. If I order him to do something, he'll either do the opposite or punish me—probably both.

Eventually, he raises the vibrator and presses it against my clit, and I can't hold back the moan in my throat.

He just chuckles when he hears it. "Never used one of these before, Y/N?"

I shake my head, biting down on my lip to keep from making too much noise.

I feel a harsh hand smack my thigh, and I yelp.

"Words, Y/N," he hisses.

I swallow and quickly say, "no, sir, I have not used one of these before."

He presses the vibrator harder against my clit, and a moan escapes my lips. "Oh, fuck."

I've gotten off by myself a lot, but I've never gotten so close to cumming so quickly before. Rafe has been using this on me for less than a minute, and I already feel that tightening feeling in my lower stomach.

I begin to grind my hips against the vibrator, moaning as I get closer and closer. "Sir, may I cum? Please, may I cum?"

He makes a humming noise. "You don't have to ask tonight. Cum all you want."

His words cause the coil in my lower stomach to snap, and I cum with a loud moan, my back arching off the soft mattress.

My body wracks with shudders as I cum, and Rafe just chuckles as he watches me.

When I finally come down from my high, which takes forever, I relax into the mattress and let out a happy sigh. When Rafe hears my sigh, he takes a vibrator off my clit but doesn't turn it off. He allows me to catch my breath for about twenty seconds before asking, "safeword?"

I shake my head, a small smile forming on my lips. "No, sir."

Something in the air shifts, and before I get the chance to even worry about it, Rafe places the vibrator back onto my clit, and I gasp.

"Oh, fuck. It's too much," I whimper as I try to move away from the vibrator, even though I know it's impossible because of how I'm cuffed to the bed.

"You know your safeword," he says darkly, pushing the vibrator harder against my clit.

"Oh, God," I breathe as my second orgasm builds. "I'm gonna cum." My head falls back into the soft pillow, and my mouth parts in a cry as my orgasm crests.

My thighs try to close as I become more and more sensitive with each passing second, but the restraints on my ankles make it impossible.

When I relax into the mattress, I quietly whisper, "too much." With the vibrator still against my clit, I'm starting to hurt.

He lifts the vibrator off of my clit but once again, doesn't turn it off.

"I can't take any more," I tell him.

"You can take one more," he tells me, and I shake my head. "I can't, sir."

He just presses the vibrator against my clit again, and though I can't see anything, I just know he's smirking as he does it. I moan when I feel it, and my muscles are too tired to allow me to try to move away from the toy Rafe torturously holds against me.

It only takes about half of a minute for my orgasm to hit me, and when it does, a whine escapes my lips, my eyes flutter closed, and my back arches off of the mattress.

When I come down from the orgasm, I fall back into the mattress, and Rafe removes the vibrator before turning it off. He also removes the blindfold, allowing me to see again.

My eyes flutter open, and I see Rafe hovering above me, his narrowed eyes observing my every facial feature. After a few seconds, he meets my gaze and asks, "did I do too much?"

For a second, I think I should say yes, but as the moments pass, I realize that he didn't. If I wanted it to stop, I would've used my safeword.

I shake my head. "I would've used my safeword if I really wanted you to stop. You didn't do too much, sir."

I know that submissives aren't the only ones who need reassurance. Being a dominant comes with a hell of a lot of responsibility. It comes with the responsibility of caring for your submissive and knowing when to stop. And sometimes, dominants need to know that they didn't fail their submissive, the same way submissives need to know they did not disappoint their dominant.

He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear, his calloused fingertips making me shiver. "You did so good, Y/N."

I smile at the praise. "Good enough to continue this?" I ask, repeating what he said to me last week once our scene was over.

The corners of his lips kick up. "Same time and place."

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highreevess · 2 years

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highreevess · 2 years

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Vibrations

Warnings: Dom!Rafe Cameron, sub!reader, use of sex toys, unprotected sex, degradation kink.

Summary: When Rafe Cameron passes by the reader's room at Tanneyhill, he hears something that makes him stop in his tracks. And when he takes a peek into the room, he sees something that makes all logic go out of the window, and the only thing on his mind is how the reader looks on the bed with her legs spread. A dark fantasy plays around in his mind, and he doesn't have the strength to not play it out.

Word count: 2,605

"Oh, God," I breathe as I press the wand vibrator harder against my sensitive clit.

I squirm in my bed as the vibrations from the vibrator get me closer and closer to orgasm with each passing second.

As I close my eyes and just feel the vibrator against my clit, my back arches off of the bed. "Oh fuck."

I've only used this vibrator once before because I only received it in the mail yesterday, but God, this feels amazing.

I can't explain how it feels; all I can say is that when I angle it just the right way, my back arches off of the bed, and my muscles tighten in pleasure.

I snake my hand up my waist and up my shirt until I find my left breast. I begin to roll my nipple between my thumb and forefinger and whimper at the feeling. I adjust the way I'm holding the vibrator and press it harder against my clit.

That's all it takes for the coil in my lower stomach to snap. I cum with a loud moan that I don't try to smother because nobody is home. My body shakes with pleasure as my orgasm hits me like a truck, and my grip on my breast tightens.

When my orgasm ends, I quickly lift the vibrator off of my clit because the vibrations are way too intense to keep it on just after cumming. I move the hand that is on my breast and place it over my heart as I intake deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

After a minute, my breathing slows, and my eyes flutter open.

I gasp when I see Rafe Cameron in my doorway, his arms crossed over his clothed chest.

I quickly shove the wand vibrator under the covers and close my legs. I grab the duvet and yank it over me as if that would erase Rafe's mind of what I know he just saw.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I snarl, my cheeks reddening to the color of tomatoes in embarrassment. "You're supposed to be out with Sarah, Wheezie, and Mr. C." Sarah directly told me that Mr. Cameron was taking her and Wheezie back to school shopping on the mainland. Rafe was supposed to go with them.

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips tugging up. "This is my house."

"This isn't your room," I sneer, clutching the duvet in my hands like it's a lifeline.

"If you didn't want me here, you should have locked the door." He gestures to the lock on the doorknob. "You shouldn't have made such pretty noises."

"Fuck you," I snarl, the redness in my cheeks no doubt spreading to my neck.

His smirk widens. "I'd love to, but I think I want to see you cum on that vibrator again."

My eyes widen, and my mouth falls agape at his words.

I'm silent for a full fifteen seconds before the shock wears off. When it does, I scoff. "Get the fuck out, Rafe."

His eyes narrow, and his lip curls as if in thought. After a moment, he says, "nah. I think I'll stay and get what I want." He glances at the doorknob and places his hand on it. Then, he turns the lock.

I swallow. "Rafe, whatever you're about to do—"

"Won't be anything you won't enjoy," he says, cutting me off. He stalks forward, his strides long and calculated. When he gets within a foot of me, he glances at the white duvet that covers me. Then, he looks back up at me. "You can choose how this goes. Either you can remove the comforter yourself, or I can do it for you."

Something about the way he is looking at me—with black, hooded eyes, clouded with lust—makes my thighs clench.

Though I know this is wrong—he's Sarah's brother for fuck's sake—I can't help the way my stomach does summersaults at the dominance in his voice.

I had always been attracted to him. I mean, just look at him. But I never thought that he would end up in my room telling me he wanted to watch me make myself cum.

So, I don't make a move to do anything. I don't move to tell him to get out, but I also don't move to throw the comforter onto the floor.

And he notices this with a narrowing of his eyes. "Fine, I see you want to do this the hard way."

He leans down and yanks the duvet off of my body, leaving me in nothing but the t-shirt I wear.

His eyes go to my bare legs and then the vibrator next to them, which is still plugged into the wall behind my bed.

He leans forward and goes for my shirt, but I quickly grab my shirt with my own hands and give him a pleading look.

He meets my gaze and narrows his eyes. "Take it off."

I shake my head and tighten my grip on the shirt. "Please." I don't want to take it off.

His eyes narrow even more, and he glances down at the shirt before returning his gaze to me. "Fine. It can stay on. But that's it."

I nod my head and loosen my grip on the shirt I wear. I allow myself to relax a bit, and he notices.

He reaches over me and grabs the vibrator on my bed. He turns it on and places his unoccupied hand on the bulbous head, feeling the vibrations emitting from the vibrator for himself. His brows raise when his hand vibrates from the power of the toy, and the corner of his lips turns up. "I see why you were so loud now."

I flush and avert my gaze.

He slowly moves the vibrator until it touches my upper thigh. "Open up."

When I realize that he is talking about my legs, I swallow and slowly spread my legs a few inches.

His eyes narrow when I don't move to open them any wider than four inches. His jaw ticks and he grabs onto my right thigh with his large hand, his nails digging into the soft flesh. I whimper, and he just smirks.

He parts my thighs wide, giving him a full view of what's between my legs. His eyes drop to my pussy and darken when he gets a good look at it. "Fuck, how many times did you make yourself cum? You're dripping." He darts his hand out, swiping the slit of my pussy with his finger.

My hips involuntarily buck against his finger, and he smirks. "You like this already? I've barely touched you." The condescension in his voice makes me glare at him.

He doesn't even acknowledge my glare. He just readjusts his grip on the vibrator in his hand and slowly glides it to my inner thighs, just an inch away from where I need him.

I go to buck my hips so I can get the vibrator where I need it, but he stops me by giving me a hard look that could turn me into ash.

Slowly and torturously, he glides the vibrator up and down my inner thigh until I'm whining and glaring at him. "Damn it, Rafe," I snarl, and his eyes narrow. He removes the vibrator from my thigh altogether. "Is there something you need?"

Though I want to slap him for feigning ignorance, I don't. I know it will just piss him off. So instead, I say, "please, Rafe."

"Please what?"

I huff in frustration. "Are you really going to make me say it?"

"Yes.

I glare at him but do as he requests. "The vibrator. Put it where I need it, please."

His eyes narrow as if he wants me to be more specific, but he relents and moves the vibrator away from my inner thigh. He places it on my clit, and I gasp.

The vibrations are almost too intense, and I don't know if I want to back away from the vibrator or into it.

A long moan is forced out of my throat as Rafe pushes the vibrator harder on my clit, and I fall back into the mattress. "Oh, fuck."

I grab the sheets of my bed and ball them up in my fists as I get more and more sensitive with each passing second.

"It's too much," I tell Rafe, and he just chuckles. "You wanted this," he tells me, "so take it."

The sheer dominance in his voice makes me moan.

My head falls into the pillow below me as my muscles relax, and I allow my moans to fall freely as the vibrator Rafe holds against my clit gets me closer and closer to orgasm.

And when I feel that familiar tingly feeling in my stomach, I meet Rafe's gaze with wide eyes. I whisper his name, and he smirks at me. "Go on, Y/N. Let go."

I don't know why, but once those words leave his lips, my mouth parts in a loud cry, and I cum. I hear my nails rip the sheets as I ride out my orgasm, and my body begins to shake.

When I come off the orgasm-induced cloud, I let a content sigh escape my lips and meet Rafe's darkened gaze.

I see him with his belt unbuckled, and my eyebrows furrow. When did he unbuckle that?

He turns the vibrator off before getting closer to me, and before I get the chance to ask what he's about to do, he climbs on top of me and places his hand over my mouth. "I'm going to fuck you now."

My eyes widen, and I try to say something, but it comes out muffled and incoherent because of the hand he has over my mouth.

"And you're going to be a good girl for me and take it, right?" he asks as he reaches between the two of us, no doubt to pull down his pants and boxers.

He removes his hand from my mouth to let me speak, and I immediately say, "Rafe, we can't. It's too wrong—"

"What's wrong?" he asks, cutting me off. "I'll tell you what's wrong, Y/N. What's wrong is you walking around this house—my house—in those tight tops and those shorts that barely cover your ass. What's wrong is you wearing those bikinis that cover nothing when you go swimming in my pool. What's wrong is you teasing me by bending over in those short little sundresses like a slut and expecting me to just ignore the hot piece of ass living just across the fucking hall."

I feel something smooth and hard brush against my pussy, and my eyes widen even more.

"Do you have any idea what it feels like to want to fuck your kid sister's best friend? Any idea what it's like to have to jerk off in the shower after seeing your younger sister's best friend all dolled up for dinner with my family because I can't fuck her instead?"

He begins to gently prod the head of his cock against my pussy. "No, of course, you don't. You never will. But you'll do this. You'll let me fuck this pretty little cunt because you know you owe me."

He begins to slowly push into me, and I moan at the sheer size of him. The girth is so much more than I've ever felt before.

When he hears the moan escape my throat, he chuckles and pushes in another three inches of his cock. "Fuck, you really are a slut. I'm not even halfway inside of you, and you're already moaning?"

"I'm not a slut," I snarl as I grab onto his biceps.

"No?" he asks, looking down at me. "Then why is your cunt gripping my cock so tightly? Why are you moaning for my cock when I'm not even fucking you yet?"

I glare at him and seal my lips shut so I don't accidentally moan again. If I do, it will only prove Rafe's point.

But my silence also seems to prove Rafe's point because he chuckles and bottoms out with a small groan. "If you weren't a slut, you wouldn't be letting me fuck your pretty cunt right now."

"I'm not," I snarl even though it's a complete lie.

"Then why aren't you fighting me?" he asks, pulling out of me only to pleasurably push back in. "Why aren't you saying no?"

He pulls out and slowly pushes in again before leaning down so that his mouth is close to my ear. "I'll tell you why," he breathes, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "Because you're a whore who likes to get fucked." He reaches down to play with my clit. "Because you like having a cock inside of you."

A breathless chuckle passes his lips. "And guess what? I like to fuck whores, and I like having my cock inside of you." He pulls out and slams into me, causing my head to hit the headboard behind me. "We're a perfect fit."

He grabs my left leg and moves it so that it rests just above his hip. Then, he starts fucking me.

He fucks me at a fast pace, his thrusts hard and punishing, and I can't help but moan at the pure bliss he brings me.

My nails dig into the flesh of his arms as he fucks me, and he doesn't even care. He just fucks me hard and fast as he whispers filthy things into my ear.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper when he brings my leg up and places it on top of his shoulder. His cock hits that one spot inside of me that turns me into a whimpering mess.

I feel him remove one of my hands from his biceps, and I redirect my gaze so I can see why.

He places my hand on my stomach, and says, "you feel that? That's my cock in your stomach."

My pussy flutters at the filthy words coming out of his mouth, and I can't help but whimper.

He presses down my hand, and I gasp when I feel an intense feeling in my lower stomach. I meet his gaze with wide eyes, and he smirks. "This will help you cum," he simply says as he fucks me.

"Rafe, it's too much," I tell him. With him fucking me, playing with my clit, and pressing down on my lower stomach all at once, I feel like I'm going to explode.

"Good."

I dig my nails into his bicep in anger, hard enough to break the skin, and he just laughs. "Hurt me all you want. It just turns me on."

His next thrust is harder than all of the previous ones, and that singular thrust sends me into a cloud of pleasure. My body wracks with a shudder as I cum with a loud cry.

Rafe fucks me through my orgasm, his thrusts hard and unwavering in their pace. Only when I come down from my orgasm does Rafe drop my leg back onto the bed and ask, "are you on the pill?"

I shake my head, my eyes widening at the thought of being pregnant by him, but, thankfully, he pulls out of me before he cums. He leans back on his knees and jerks his cock for a few seconds before tilting his head back in a low moan, releasing himself onto my thighs.

When he finishes emptying himself on the skin of my thighs, he looks down at me and slowly smirks. "Looks like you're mine now."

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highreevess · 2 years

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I was wondering if I could request a rafe x reader smut where he gets a new car (preferably a range rover or a lambo) and it’s late at night and he’s driving the car while she’s in the passenger seat. Then she rides him while he’s still driving at high speed.

This request is 😘 “chef’s kiss.”

Late Night Ride

Warnings: Unsafe driving, unprotected sex, underage smoking.

Summary: When Rafe Cameron gets a new car for his twentieth birthday, he takes his girlfriend out for a late-night ride. What Rafe doesn't expect is for that ride to turn into something so literal.

Word count: 2,534

Meet me outside. I parked out front.

My eyebrows furrow as I read the text from Rafe, but I do as he says despite my confusion. I grab a jacket in case it gets chilly and head out of my bedroom with my phone in hand. I carefully make my way over to the front door and quietly unlock and open it before walking outside.

My eyes narrow when I see a black Range Rover parked outside of my house, and for a moment, I think that someone has the wrong house.

Only when the window rolls down and I see Rafe sitting in the driver's seat of the vehicle do I realize that he is in the car. I smile at him and walk over to the vehicle before getting inside of it. I set down my jacket and phone before leaning over to press a kiss on his lips. "Happy birthday, Rafe."

He smiles against my lips and grabs the back of my head, bunching up my hair so that he has a firm grip on it. He deepens the kiss and glides his tongue over my sealed lips, requesting entry to my mouth. I grant it to him with no hesitation, and he skillfully glides his tongue into my mouth, tasting every bit of me, before finally, pulling away. "Thank you, baby."

I can't help but look down at his swollen lips and bite my own bottom lip when I see them. God, he looks good when his lips are red and swollen from kissing me.

When I realize I'm staring at his lips, I slightly shake my head and look back up at his eyes. "I thought you were going to be with your father for your birthday," I tell him, and he rolls his eyes. He turns his head away from me and starts the car. "He had to go buy Sarah a sweater at some shop on the mainland," he tells me, his jaw ticking.

My eyebrows furrow. "But it's your birthday."

Rafe scoffs. "Ya. Guess I don't rank high enough." Though Rafe's tone of voice is uncaring, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he does care. I know how much he loves his father, and even if he won't admit it, I know how much he wants to make his father proud. Growing up, it was always Sarah who got his father's attention. Never him. It was only him when he did something wrong or not 'right enough.'

Rafe turns his head and meets my gaze. When he sees the expression on my face, his hard features soften.

He places one of his large, veiny hands on my own and gives it a tiny squeeze. "But being here with you is better."

The sheer sincerity in his tone makes me smile.

Though I would love to make some sappy comment, I know that Rafe would either roll his eyes or get uncomfortable, so instead, I ask, "where are we going?"

He shrugs and puts the Range Rover in drive. "Just driving. But if you want to stop somewhere, we can."

I nod. "Can we stop at Chick-fil-a?" I should've eaten when I got home, but I didn't, so I'm freaking starving.

He checks his watch. "If I drive fast."

I smile. "Then drive fast."

The corner of his lips tugs up. "Yes, ma'am."

We pull away from my house and head down my street before pulling onto a four-way lane. Rafe drives down the lane we're in at eighty miles an hour, trying to get to Chick-fil-a before they close, which is in eight minutes.

I hate to be the type of person that shows up right before closing, but if I don't get something in my stomach within the next twenty minutes, I'm either going to throw up or faint.

Or both.

When Rafe pulls into the Chick-fil-a drive-thru, it's three minutes before ten, and I already feel the guilt for coming here so late. I turn to Rafe and ask, "order for me?"

His eyebrows furrow. "Why?" By the tone of his voice, he doesn't have a problem ordering for me; he just wants to know why.

"I feel bad," I whisper as he pulls up to the drive-thru. He rolls his eyes, but I catch the small smile that makes its way onto his face.

"Large mac & cheese, a water with ice, a thirty-piece chicken nugget with ketchup and Polynesian sauce, and a Chick-fil-a sandwich with only American cheese and bacon." Rafe and I can split the nuggets, and the sandwich and mac & cheese are for me.

He smiles and turns away from me. "Hey, can I get two large waters, a large mac & cheese, a thirty-piece nugget, a chick-fil-a sandwich with only American cheese and bacon, and some ketchup and Polynesian sauce?"

"Of course. And will that be all for you today?" the lady on the speaker asks.

Rafe turns his head toward me, his eyes narrowing. Then, he turns back. "A cookie and an ice cream in a cup please."

I smile at him knowing my favorite desserts.

"Alright, will you please pull up to the window?" the lady at the speaker requests, and Rafe nods before driving up to the window.

A man opens the window and hands us an ice cream cup and a spoon before saying, "the rest will be out in a minute."

Rafe nods. "Sorry for coming so late by the way."

The man at the window waves a hand, dismissing the need for an apology. "We're used to it, man."

The rest of our food comes out in just two minutes. Rafe takes the bags from the man at the window and pays the total before handing the bags over to me. I eagerly take them into my hands, my mouth watering at the smell of the food.

I dig into the bags and make sure that all the food is correct before nodding at Rafe, who drives away when he sees me nod. I then eagerly grab my chicken sandwich from the bag and take a large bite of it. I gobble the entire thing down in two minutes.

When I finish my sandwich, I throw the bag it came in into the larger bag before fishing out the box of nuggets. I hand them over to Rafe, who takes them with a small smile. "Sauce?" he asks, and I nod. I grab the packets of Polynesian sauce and hand them over to him before grabbing the mac & cheese for myself.

Together, we eat our food in about ten minutes as we drive down the highway. Once we finish, we toss everything back into the large back our food came in, and I sigh with contentment. "Now that is a meal," I smile, leaning back into my seat.

I see the corner of Rafe's lips kick up out of the corner of my eye.

I also see him adjust the way he is sitting before speeding up the vehicle. He goes from eighty miles an hour to over a hundred in just a few seconds, and I grab the armrest in between our seats.

Rafe notices this and glances at me. "Too fast?"

I shake my head, smiling. "Not at all." Truth be told, I love the thrill of going fast, whether it's in Rafe's car or on his bike. I know that Rafe will always keep me safe, so I'm not worried about getting hurt.

He smirks. "Then let's go faster." He presses down on the gas, and his speed goes from 101 to 122 in only five seconds.

When Rafe gets to an even 130, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes as well as a lighter. He plucks a cigarette from the red and white packaging before putting it into his mouth and lighting it.

He takes a long drag of the wrapped tobacco before setting down the lighter and turning toward me. He holds out the cigarette for me to take, and I do so with a smile. I place it between my lips and suck before inhaling the smoke with a happy sigh. The nicotine buzzes in my body, causing me to relax in the seat.

I take another drag before handing the cigarette back to Rafe.

He takes it, and I watch as he wraps his perfect lips around it and inhales a long breath. When he blows it out, I watch his clothed chest fall in an exhale.

I don't know why, but I find myself clenching my thighs together.

Perhaps it's seeing Rafe's lips wrap around the cigarette that makes me do that, or maybe it's the way his right hand grips the steering wheel, his gold rings lit by the pale moonlight shining into the car. I don't know. All I do know is that I am hyper-aware of everything Rafe does in this moment.

Swallowing, I avert my gaze and reach forward to turn down the ac. Hopefully, the lack of cool air will help me get my body under control.

I catch Rafe's glance when I settle back in my seat, but I pretend that I don't. Instead, I turn my head and look out the window, watching as the trees that surround us zoom by.

"Cold?" Rafe asks, and I flinch a bit at the sudden sound of his deep voice.

I turn my head and meet his gaze before shrugging. "A bit."

Rafe reaches forward and turns the ac off upon hearing my words. Then, he leans back into his seat and places his left hand on the steering wheel, taking his right hand off.

Before I can question why he's switched hands, his large, veiny hand comes down gently on my thigh.

Rafe grabs my thigh in a gentle hold, his warm fingers gently pressing into the flesh of my inner thigh.

Though the affectionate gesture should make me smile, it doesn't. It just makes me hot, and not in the physical way.

But I don't remove his hand. Instead, I allow him to softly kneed the flesh of my left thigh as he drives down the road at high speeds, even though I know I shouldn't. Every second more he spends touching me sends heat to my pussy, and after a few moments, I find myself rubbing my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache between them.

Rafe keeps his eyes on the road, but I can tell that he notices me rubbing my thighs together. He just doesn't say anything.

After a few moments, the ache in between my thighs becomes too powerful to bear, and I end up turning my head to face Rafe. I whisper his name, and he turns his head to meet my gaze.

"What is it?" he asks, his gaze flickering to the road ahead of us.

I glance at the road before saying, "slow down."

His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but he listens to me and slows down. He slows the car until he's at about eighty miles per hour, and that's when I climb over my seat and get on top of him. I place my legs on either side of his own, straddling him.

"Babe—"

I cut him off by pressing my lips to his.

Rafe's mouth parts in surprise, and I take that as an opportunity to slide my tongue past his lips. I glide my tongue over his bottom teeth before moving my arms so that they are grabbing his biceps.

"Babe, I'm driving," Rafe tells me, turning his head to break the kiss.

Slightly breathless, I pull away and say, "then keep your eyes on the road while I take what I want." My body is on fire, and there's this aching need between my legs that makes all logic fly out of the window. I know that I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't even bring myself to care.

I press my lips to his again before he can say something else and run my fingers through his soft hair.

And this time, Rafe returns the kiss.

He kisses me back with eagerness despite his previous objections, and I smile against his mouth because of it.

I begin to grind against him, and I moan into his mouth when I feel his cock growing under me.

"Fuck, you're going to kill me one day," Rafe says against my lips, and I smirk. "Hell of a way to die," I tell him. He smirks. "Yes, it is."

I move my hands and shift myself so I can reach the hem of his shorts. I quickly unbutton them and pull them down before sliding my own shorts to the side. Then, I sink down on him.

He groans when my ass meets his thighs and wraps one of his arms around my waist as he watches the road. "Jesus Christ, Y/N."

I slowly lift myself off of him until just the tip of his cock is inside of me before slamming back down. A loud moan escapes my lips when I feel his cock hit that one spot inside of me that makes me see stars.

"Go faster," I tell Rafe as I begin to bounce up and down on his thick cock.

"Baby—"

"I said go faster," I order as I ride him. I know that the very last thing I should do is tell Rafe to go even faster than he's already driving, but something about the thrill of doing so silences all the warning bells going off in my head.

I hear a breathless chuckle escape Rafe's lips. "You're fucking crazy, Y/N."

But still, he speeds up.

As I feel the car move faster, I speed up my riding, bouncing up and down on his cock as quickly as possible. I also slide one of my hands up my shirt and grip my breasts.

My head tilts back as I feel pleasure coiling low in my abdomen. "Oh, God," I moan.

"You gonna cum, pretty thing?" Rafe asks, placing a singular kiss on my shoulder.

I nod and remove my hand from my breast. I drag it down my body and begin rubbing my clit with my fingers as I continue fucking myself with Rafe's cock.

I feel Rafe speed up the car even more when he hears my words, and my veins pump wildly with adrenaline.

"Fuck, I'm close," I tell Rafe as he places light kisses on my right shoulder.

Rafe pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. "Cum for me, Y/N."

That's all it takes.

The pleasure in my pussy explodes, and I cum with a loud cry that Rafe swallows with a kiss. I melt into his touch as I ride out my blissful orgasm, and he continues kissing me through it.

And though my mind is hazy because of my orgasm, I hear Rafe groan against my lips, and then, I feel him spill inside of me.

As we both come down from our highs, we catch our breaths and relax into each other's bodies.

Then come the sirens.

My eyes widen, and I look down at Rafe. "Oh, shit."

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My Masterlist:

Fics with smut will be marked with a "🔥" Fics with Fluff will be marked with a "❤️" Dark fics will be marked with a "🖤"

This masterlist will be edited every time I post a new fic, and I will reblog it once a month for any newcomers on my account.

Rafe Cameron

"Let Him Touch You Again, And I'll Fuck You In Front Of Him." 🔥🖤

The Marsh 🔥🖤

My Medicine 🔥❤️

Mid-summers 🔥🖤

Confessions 🔥❤️

Sunflower Dress 🔥

Late-night Ride 🔥

Vibrations 🔥

Keeping Her 🔥🖤

Part one 🔥🖤

Part two

Part three

Part four ❤️

Crawl 🔥🖤

Part One 🔥

Part Two 🔥

JJ Maybank

I Missed You 🔥

Tom Riddle

My Tutor 🔥

Late-night Chase 🔥🖤

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If you don't like something, don't read it. Don't fucking make people feel bad for what they choose to write. Block people and move on.

Lmao, same goes for you. Don't like my comment? Don't read it. Bye-bye now.

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Crawl: Part One

Warnings: Dom/sub-themes, throat-fucking, light praise kink, sub!reader, oral sex, (male and female receiving.)

Summary: After the reader and Rafe Cameron come to an arrangement, she finds herself on her knees and naked, waiting for her first scene with the one man that can bring her the pleasure she seeks.

A/N: This is going to be a small series, meaning there will be multiple published parts. If you have any requests for the next parts like kinks and ideas, comment them down below, and I'll add what fits!

Word count: 3,215

The wood floor is cold against my legs. The air conditing is on and set low, causing goosebumps to appear on my skin.

My heart beats rapidly, and my breaths are somewhat choppy. The quiet is eating away at me, causing my anxiety to get worse and worse with each passing minute.

He's left me waiting in here for over twenty minutes, and the longer I wait, the more anxious I become.

I know that when I agreed to this... arrangement with Rafe, I would be expected to act as a submissive for him, but I didn't know how nerve-wracking the first time would be. I feel like my heart is going to explode out of my chest.

And something tells me that Rafe is getting off on making me wait.

Just as that thought ends, I hear the door to Rafe's room creak open. My eyes immediately rise and meet Rafe's dark gaze.

His eyes narrow.

Fuck.

"Did I tell you that you could look at me?" he asks, tilting his head. He closes the door behind him and locks it before walking forward.

Swallowing, I avert my gaze. "No."

"No what?" he demands in a hiss as he begins to circle me like a predator hunting his prey.

"No, sir," I amend, and he hums.

I watch his black shoes as he walks around me in a circle. His strides are strong and calculated. They're almost taunting.

But after a few moments, he stops circling me and instead, walks over to his wardrobe.

I risk a look and see him with his back turned to me. He's opening what looks like a glass of scotch or whiskey and pouring it into a small, clear glass.

When he places the glass cork back into the bottle, I quickly redirect my gaze to the floor so he does not see me looking at him again.

I watch his shoes as he slowly walks away from the wardrobe and toward the velvet armchair a few feet to the left of me. After a moment of watching me, he takes a seat, spreading his legs in a way that gives me a perfect view of the large bulge in his pants.

I gulp at the sight.

After a few long moments, he speaks. "Do you remember what I told you three days ago?"

Three days ago. The day we agreed on this arrangement and set boundaries.

I nod.

"Words," he hisses.

"I do." When I realize I didn't address him properly, I quickly add, "sir."

He hums and takes a sip of his drink. "What did I tell you?"

Swallowing, I say, "you told me a lot... sir."

"Allow me to refresh your memory then." He takes another sip of his drink, savoring the taste, before setting the glass down on the end table next to him. "I told you the rules. I told you what I expected of you. I told you that you are to wait where I tell you on your knees without clothes. I told you to never make eye contact with me unless given permission. And I told you to always address me as sir unless told otherwise."

As he tells me this, I realize that he is only doing so because I have broken the rules he has set. Though it was not intentional, I don't think he cares.

"Have you followed these rules?"

Swallowing, I shake my head. "No, sir."

"And why is that?" he asks even though I know he knows the answer.

"Because I'm nervous, sir. It was not intentional."

He is quiet for a few moments, and it only makes me more nervous.

"I'll give you this free pass, only because you look as though you are about to crawl out of your skin. But if it happens again, I will punish you. Do you understand?" he asks, and I can't help the breath of relief that passes my lips.

"I do, sir."

He hums in satisfaction. "Good. Are you ready to begin?"

"I am, sir."

I see him nod out of my peripheral vision.

"Your safewords are as follows: grape for slow down, meaning you are approaching your limit and we should change what we are doing or dial the intensity down, and cupcake for stop, meaning all actions will stop immediately. These were the safewords you chose. Do you understand?"

I nod my head. "I do, sir."

"Then, let's begin. Come to me."

I go to stand up so I can walk over to him, but he makes a sound that makes me stop in my tracks.

"Did I say you could walk?"

Swallowing, I shake my head. "No, sir."

For a moment, I stand with one knee on the ground and one off the ground in a lunging position, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

After a moment, he speaks.

"Crawl."

Swallowing, I get back onto the ground and lean forward, resting my elbows on the floor in a doggy-style position.

Then, I crawl.

I crawl forward, swaying my hips slightly in a way that I hope he finds enticing until I get within a foot of him. When I do, I get back onto my knees and rest my hands on my thighs, palms up, just as he instructed three days ago in his rules.

"Undo my belt."

Intaking a small breath to calm my rapidly beating heart, I lift my gaze and see that the large bulge in his pants from earlier is even bigger than it was a few moments ago. I swallow before lifting my arms and leaning forward a bit. I reach for his belt and quickly undo it before waiting for further instruction.

Though I do not meet his gaze in fear of being punished, I do keep my gaze on the large tent in his pants, and my stomach tightens in anticipation.

After a few seconds, he speaks again. "Take it out."

I reach forward again and undo the zipper of his pants before pulling them down enough to give me a view of his boxers. I carefully pull those down too, freeing his cock.

I gasp when I see just how large it is, and my pussy tightens.

His cock stands nine inches long, fully hard, and as thick as my wrist. There's the slightest upward curve to it that makes my heart beat faster because I know that it will hit all the right spots.

"Look at me," he orders, and I instantly obey. I meet his gaze, and my throat tightens. His eyes are black with lust, and it makes my pussy clench in anticipation.

"Taste me," he orders, his voice dropping into a rasp.

He doesn't have to tell me twice.

I lean forward and dart out my tongue, licking his cock from base to tip. When I taste the salty bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock, I moan.

Rafe raises a brow. "You like it, don't you?" I can tell by the arrogant tone of his voice that he knows I do, but he wants to hear me say it.

I nod. "Yes, sir."

The corner of his lips curls up in a dark, satisfied smirk. "Have another taste then."

I can't help the smile that breaks out across my face.

I eagerly drag my tongue up his cock again before redirecting my focus to the tip. I begin to kitten-lick the tip, and his muscular thighs flex.

"Do not tease me, pet."

I flick my gaze up to his face and give him a small smirk, but I do stop teasing him. I know that if I don't, he's going to punish me, and I don't want my first scene with him to be a punishment.

He looks at me for a moment with narrowed eyes, but eventually, he speaks. "It gets to be too much, and you tap my leg three times. I'll let you up for air. You want to stop, and you tap my leg five times. Understand?"

I nod, and his eyes narrow.

"I understand, sir," I quickly say.

His gaze flickers to his hard cock, and I get the message in an instant.

With a small smile, I lean forward and close my lips around the tip of his cock. I make a small sound in the back of my throat when I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, and Rafe notices.

I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, and his muscular thighs flex again.

I lift my gaze to his face once more before I lower my head further onto his cock. My jaw stretches painfully wide as I take him in, but I push through. I want to please him. I want to show him that I can do this.

Once I get five inches of him into my mouth, I stop trying to push my head down further and instead, slowly bob my head up and down, hallowing my cheeks and swirling my tongue over the tip of his cock.

He grabs the armrests of the chair he sits in hard enough to make his knuckles go white. I would smile if I could.

I begin to increase the pace of my bobbing. I move up and down on his cock faster while still keeping my cheeks as hallowed as possible.

But when I feel Rafe's fist grab my hair, my gaze lifts, and I stop moving my head. My brows furrow slightly in confusion, and I worry that he doesn't like what I'm doing.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now," he says gruffly, and my brows furrow even more.

I lift my head off of his cock and take a deep breath before asking, "you didn't like it?" Though I know I should be confident in my skills, I can't help but doubt myself.

"Oh, I liked it," he tells me, smirking a bit, "but I want to see how deep your throat is."

"You promise that you aren't stopping me because you don't like it?" I ask, my voice coming out quieter than I would have liked.

His eyes narrow. "If I didn't like it, you would know. If I tell you that I like it, then I like it. Do you not trust me?" His head tilts as he asks this, and I swallow, knowing I've made a mistake.

"It's not that, sir," I quickly say, averting my gaze.

His eyes stay narrowed as he looks at me, and he does not speak, but after a few moments, he places two fingers under my chin and lifts it, making me look at him. "If I tell you that you've done well, you've done well, Y/N. Do you understand?" His voice is hard and brooking no argument, but there's the slightest tenderness to it that makes me smile and slightly nod my head. "Yes, sir."

He gives me a quick once-over, no doubt to make sure I'm ready, before saying, "remember what I said to do if you need a break or want to stop."

I nod so he knows I understand.

"Now, open that pretty little mouth," he tells me, and my pussy clenches at his words.

Obeying, I widely part my lips for him, and he smirks before guiding the head of his cock back into my mouth.

"Take a deep breath."

I obey and inhale a large breath of air.

Then, Rafe plunges his cock into my mouth. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I gag but don't back away.

I can do this.

"Relax your throat," he tells me as he brings a hand up to push my hair out of my face.

I take a deep breath through my nose before nodding. I do my best to relax my throat, and Rafe seems to feel this because he pushes another inch of his cock into my mouth, getting past the resistance from before.

"Breathe through your nose," Rafe instructs as he pushes another inch of his thick cock into my mouth and down my throat.

When his cock is roughly seven inches in, he stops moving and gives me a small break. "Just a little more."

When I meet his gaze and give him a small nod, he pushes the last two inches of his cock into my throat. A deep rumble emits from his throat, and I blush.

"Good girl. Very good."

My heart flutters at the praise, and if I could smile, I would.

He allows me to adjust to having his abnormally large cock in my mouth and throat for a few seconds before placing his large, veiny hand on my cheek. He taps my cheek twice, and I look up to meet his gaze.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now, alright?"

Though I want to nod or tell him that I understand, I can't with his cock in my mouth. So instead, I let out a moan that causes his cock to twitch inside of me.

The corner of his lips kicks up, and he slowly pulls his cock out of my mouth before slamming it back inside, causing me to gag.

But this time, he doesn't stop.

He plows into my mouth over and over, forcing my throat to take his length and girth.

My jaw aches in pain because of how thick he is, but I don't want to stop him, even if it hurts. I want him to use me—to take what he wants from me.

I should be humiliated at the thought of him fucking his cock into my throat, but I'm not. I'm more turned on than I have ever been in my life.

I rub my thighs together in the slightest way and moan against Rafe's cock when I feel how wet I am.

This causes Rafe to thrust into my mouth extra hard. "Don't do that," he warns, and my cheeks heat.

I feel him twitch inside of me, and I get ready to accept his cum, but just as my eyes flutter closed, Rafe pulls himself from my mouth, and I inhale a large gulp of air.

I almost topple forward, but thankfully, I catch myself with my arms before I can faceplant on the ground.

I feel Rafe grab my chin with his fingers. He lifts it to make me look at him. When I meet his gaze, I see him looking down at me with proud, hooded eyes.

"You did so good," he tells me, his voice so raspy that I clench my thighs together.

And he notices.

His eyes narrow, and the corner of his lips kicks up in a dark smirk. "Spread your legs."

My stomach tightens, and I obey his command. I spread my legs for him, and although I can't spread them too much because I'm kneeling in front of him, they spread far enough for him to reach his hand down and swipe his fingers through the wetness between my thighs.

He brings his hand up and rubs his thumb and forefinger together, his eyes narrowed as he examines the wetness there.

Then, he meets my gaze, and his head tilts.

"You're dripping," he says, and I flush, averting my gaze.

Just as soon as my eyes leave his, he grabs my face with his hand and forces me to look at him. "Don't look away from me unless I tell you to. Understand?"

Swallowing, I nod. "Yes, sir."

He looks me up and down before ordering, "stand up."

I do so quickly, wobbling on my legs because of how long I was kneeling on the hard wooden floor.

Rafe stands and grabs onto my arms, steadying me. "You did well. I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

I stare up at him with big eyes as I nod. "If you think I do, sir."

He smirks. "You're learning fast."

Gently, he grabs my arm and turns us both around before pushing me gently down onto the armrest of the chair he was sitting on just a few moments ago. He gets to his knees on the wooden floor and spreads my legs.

"Have you ever had your pussy eaten?" he asks, and I flush. Slowly, I shake my head, blushing from embarrassment. Though I'm somewhat experienced and have a body count of three, I've never been eaten out. The boys I've been with were never interested in that.

"Pity," he says, dragging his finger through the wetness between my legs. He brings his hand to his mouth and sucks on his finger. "Those little boys missed out on something so sweet."

A breath of air passes my lips, and I swallow.

"Remember your safewords," he tells me before surging forward, attaching his mouth to my pussy.

I gasp when his lips first touch me and dig my nails into the chair I'm sitting on.

He flicks his tongue over my clit, and my pussy clenches. "Fuck," I breathe, my thighs attempting to close on their own.

Rafe tightens his hold on my thighs and sends me a warning glare.

When his tongue pushes inside of my pussy, I gasp and buck my hips forward. "Oh, god."

He smirks against my pussy. "Greedy little thing."

"Sir, please," I beg, pushing my hips closer to his face. "More. Please, I need more." The feeling of his tongue inside of me is amazing, but I need more to cum.

He lifts his head. "What do you want?"

"More," I answer, and he chuckles. "You want my fingers?" he asks, and I nod immediately. "Please, sir."

"As you wish," he tells me, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it into his mouth. He removes one of his hands from my thigh and brings it to my pussy before sliding two of his fingers in with ease. I clench around them and moan, my head throwing back.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," I tell Rafe.

"Not yet," he says as he licks me, and I whine. "Please, sir. Please let me cum," I beg. I know he wants to give me permission to cum, which is why he isn't letting me cum right now.

"Please," I beg again, feeling pathetic as I beg him to let me do something as natural as having an orgasm.

"Cum," he says against me, and that's all it takes for my head to throw back in pleasure, a loud moan escaping my lips. I moan a list of profanities as I cum and shake uncontrollably.

When my high ends, I settle into the chair I'm sitting on and meet Rafe's gaze. I see him dragging his tongue over his lips, lapping up my cum.

When he sees me looking at him, he smirks and leans forward. "You did well, Y/N."

I smile at him. "That was amazing." Though the last thing I want to do is boost his ego, I know I can't lie. Not about this.

"Amazing enough to continue this?" he asks, his narrowed eyes looking me up and down.

I nod. "If you want to."

He smirks and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. "Then, I'll see you next week. Same time and place."

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