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beyonddmythoughtssworld · 8 months

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hi babe!! i do NOT mean to badger but I’m addicted to ur writing🙈 was wondering if you’d please do CEO/hubby!Rafe where reader’s been waiting for him to come home all day and won’t stop sending him slutty shit (texts/pics) while he’s @ work (little does she know he’s doing a presentation so it broadcasts for his whole meeting to see) and he’s punishes her when he gets home (but like he lowkey gets the biggest ego boost from it cause it’s his needy girl ofc)?? w lots of dirty talk, spanking, overstim, dacryphilia, etc. thank you again SOOOSOSO much if you decide to write 😚<3!

my eyes only | rafe cameron x reader

Summary: After your attempts to seduce Rafe while he’s at work end in his coworkers seeing what’s only meant for him, Rafe comes home on a mission to prove who you belong to.

Word Count: 6.6k

Warnings: 18+ content, smutty smut smut, ceo!rafe, slight! dacryphilia, dirty talk, punishment, spanking, overstimulation, dom!rafe, sub!reader, teasing, exposed nudes (in a way?)

A/N: Never a badger I’m so happy you love my writing ❤️😭 Sorry for taking forever to get to it but I hope you like it! All of your requests are 🥵 and I have way too much fun writing them LMAO

Rafe smiles as he watches the picture of you two on your wedding day come across his phone, picking it up so he can answer your phone call. You'd been texting him on and off all morning, Rafe feeling a sense of pride that you can't seem to get enough of him even when he's away.

"Hey, baby girl," He greets, dropping his pen on the desk and leaning back in his chair with a smug grin. He knew what he was getting himself into by answering your call, but he needed to hear the aftermath of what he did this morning. It fed his ego in a way that he can’t even put into words.

"Hey, handsome," Your sultry voice echoes through the other side of the phone, Rafe catching onto the soft desire laced in your tone despite you trying to feign innocence. "What're you doing?"

"Getting the last finishing touches done on this presentation. Meeting's in a few minutes,” Rafe tells you. You hum, a curious lift to your tone, "I thought you had the meeting this morning?"

"We were supposed to but half the office was stuck in traffic after that bad accident so we just pushed it back to after lunch," Rafe explained, lazily going through the graphics of his presentation. He’s already made sure it was up to par before you called.

"Mmm," You mumble, Rafe hearing the smirk that is no doubt on your face as you ask, "But you have a few extra minutes?"

"Yeah, sweet girl," He smiles. "What're you doing?"

"Touching myself."

Rafe almost chokes on his own spit at your words, regaining confidence as he scoffs at you in disbelief. He hears rustling on the other side of the bed, a small whimper leaving you making Rafe’s jaw clench that he’s not there to see what you’re doing.

"You better be joking. You know the rules," Rafe reminds you, knowing you don’t really need it. You know he likes to be there if you’re gonna do anything remotely close to touching yourself, mostly because he can stop you midway and do it himself. The thought of you being alone in your bed pleasing yourself while Rafe is at work is enough to make him want to drive home now.

But this God forsaken meeting is what’s stopping him.

"Why do you think I called?" You teased, becoming more breathless. "I can't help it. I couldn't stop thinking about this morning."

"Yeah?" Rafe smirks, memories of his head between your thighs this morning flashing in his head. "What about it?"

"You ate me out so good,” You respond, giggling and letting out a small moan. "I miss your tongue."

"That's all you miss?" Rafe rasps, stopping himself from reaching down and palming the growing bulge in his pants. You would call not even five minutes before his meeting just to drive him crazy. It’s what you did best; something he both loved and hated.

"No," You whimper, "I miss you. I want you to come home so I can show you exactly what I'm missing."

"Fuck, baby-" Rafe’s jaw cocks, about to speak the filthiest things into your ear to get you off until he can get home. A knock on the door to his office is what stops him, his assistant leaning in the room with a soft smile.

"Mr. Cameron?" She greets, "They're ready for you in the conference room."

Rafe rolls his eyes, knowing you heard what was said by your huff on the phone. He nods at his assistant to send her away, the spell you had on him being broken now that he has to stand in front of a bunch of middle aged coworkers and pretend he didn’t have the hottest fucking wife.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," He tells you, sitting up to close his computer and unplug it. "I'll come home as soon as I can. Behave until then."

"Okay, Mr. Cameron," You drawl, tone filled with lust as you hang up before he can respond. He scoffs in disbelief again, looking down at the phone.

"You are gonna be the fucking death of me."

He grabs his Macbook, standing up and checking to make sure his hard on went down. After a quick run through of football and all of his favorite players, he was able to get rid of the bulge in his pants, trying to keep you as far from his mind as possible so he can focus on this meeting right now so he can fuck the shit out of you later.

•••

"This demonstration is just to show that if we move things around in the budget, we'd have more-" Rafe is interrupted from his breakdown of the graph by another message popping up on the corner of the display screen.

The Wife: Come home and fuck me already.

Rafe clears his throat, relieved when the message disappears relatively quickly. He knew his coworkers read what you said, but they made no motions to act like they did. Still, Rafe had to keep it professional.

"Sorry about that," Rafe apologized, shaking his head lightly to get rid of the thoughts about you as he continued. "As I was saying, most of the money in this company is being wasted on-"

The Wife: I'm so wet right now

The Wife: Wanna see?

Rafe's mouth slams shut, mind going blank for a moment before it clicked what would be coming next. You were growing more needy in your messages, and as much as Rafe loves when you were needy, this was a slippery slope he was going down by trying to ignore your messages.

"Give me a moment."

Rafe walks over to the table, moving his finger across the keyboard to wake the Mac up. He looked around for the messaging app, opening it in order to mute the conversation with you. Unfortunately, when he opened the message app the thread of your messages was already opened, leaving what you sent him to be displayed in front of everyone.

The text messages were nothing; Rafe could deal with his coworkers teasing him about messages from his wife. What he couldn't deal with was his colleagues seeing a picture of you laid on the bed, hand grabbing your boob as you bite your lip. He couldn't deal with another picture showing up of you, back arched with your perfect ass perched up in the air.

And what he damn sure couldn't deal with was watching his coworkers' cheeks flush as they gawked at the photos, some of them adjusting in their chairs. He slams the laptop closed, unhooking it from the monitor completely. He hears his phone ding in his pocket, and he knows it's another message from you.

Grabbing his laptop, he kept his face void of emotion, but his eyes held an anger that made his colleagues cower. He gave a look that could kill all of the men around the table, leaving no room for argument in his tone, "We'll finish this meeting tomorrow morning."

He doesn't wait for responses, walking out of the meeting room and to his office. He throws the laptop on the leather couch that's in there, running his hands over his face as he sits at his desk. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out his phone to open your message.

There you lay, hair spread out over the pillow with an arm stretched out to hold the phone above you. You were in his favorite lingerie, the red lace perfect against your skin, and your other hand is pushed into your panties. His mouth loses all moisture as two things click in his mind.

The first was that you looked fucking beautiful, and he couldn't wait to get home.

The second thing was that if he would've waited a second later, they would've seen a sight that only he is allowed to see — you touching your perfect little pussy.

Anger coursed through him at the thought of his coworkers seeing that picture. It coursed through him at the thought that they saw the other pictures. They saw what a desperate little slut you could be, and he knew they would be imagining you being a desperate little slut for them.

The Husband: You better be naked and in position when I get home.

•••

You hear the front door open, making you gasp as you rush onto the bed. You get on your knees at the front of the bed, leaning back on your calves as you face the door, fingers playing with each other behind your back.

Your breathing picked up in anticipation what was to come, and you had to take deep breaths to steady your heart rate. When Rafe woke you up this morning with his head between your thighs, eating you out like a starved man, you knew the day would only end the same way.

He'd been such a cocky man, smirking at you while you begged him to skip work and stay with you, so you wanted to return the favor by making him so hard while he's at work that he can't even think straight. You weren't surprised when he texted you telling you to get into position by the time he got home, if anything you expected it.

You knew you were pushing his limit with the picture of you touching yourself — Rafe wasn't forgiving to you breaking his rules. But you knew the picture did its job when not only five minutes later he was texting you that he was on the way home.

The bedroom door opens, and you look up to see Rafe standing at the doorway with an unreadable expression. His jaw clenched as he walks in the room, undoing his tie and loosening his collar as he moves to stand directly in front of you.

You gaze up at him with a feigned innocent look, Rafe cocking his head in response with a lifted eyebrow. He brings a hand up, lightly moving your hair from your face and tracing your jaw with his fingers. He moves until his thumb is tracing your bottom lip, pulling it down. You get the hint, opening your mouth while he slides the digit in.

He’s still not saying a word, something you weren’t expecting. He just continues to look at you with a blank expression as he presses his thumb down onto your tongue, wrapping your lips around it as you suck lightly. He bites his lip, letting out a low chuckle.

“Quite a show you put on for me today,” He started, rubbing your cheek with the back of his other hand. You smile lightly as you continue to lick at his digit, a rush of arousal going through you at his tone. All of a sudden, the hand that was softly stroking your cheek comes down to wrap around your throat tightly, “Me and all of my coworkers.”

You stop your movements, eyes knitting together as a sinking feeling settles in your chest. Rafe unwraps his hand from your neck to bring it to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling it hard, making your head tilt back as a broken gasp leaves your lips.

His eyes are hard as he leers down at you, “Did I tell you to stop sucking?”

He brings his thumb out of your mouth, tracing your lips as you swallow before responding, “No, sir.”

He hums, replacing his thumb with his pointer and middle finger as he pushes them into your mouth, shoving them until they hit the back of your throat. You gag, making Rafe slap your face before pushing his fingers back in your mouth.

“Relax,” He ordered, and you relaxed your throat as your jaw went slack. “How are you gonna take my cock down your throat if you can barely handle my fingers?”

You whimper as Rafe’s lips press into a hard line, forcing his fingers in and out of your mouth. He curses, eyes dark as he removes his hands from you, undoing his pants. He motions for you to get up, "Get on your knees on the floor."

You're quick to do so, getting up as Rafe takes your place at the edge of the bed. You get on your knees in front of him, watching as he pulls his cock out. He surprises you when he doesn't immediately grab your head, instead leaning back on his hands as he looks at you with an expectant look, "Go on."

You wrap your hand around his cock, about to put him in your mouth when he uses his pointer finger to your chin, pushing your head up as he looks down at you.

"If you do a good enough job, I might not hurt you as much."

A shiver runs down your spine at the threat, thighs clenching as you nod your head before quickly correcting yourself, "Yes, sir."

He gives you a nod, wordlessly telling you to continue. You don't waste any time, taking him in your mouth and sucking on the tip of his cock. His legs tense as you push your head down, looking up at him the way he likes once he's deep in your throat. He groans, hands flexing on the bed as he stops himself from grabbing a fistful of your hair.

You know this is the beginning of his punishment; not touching or directing you. He knows how much you love it when he grabs your hair and just starts using your mouth, but he wants to make you earn it. He wants you to prove that you can do it on your own, and you know he's itching for a reason to give you the full wrath of him.

You take him as far as you can, Rafe telling you to go deeper. You try, but pull off once you start to gag, rubbing his cock with the spit from your mouth. You take him in your mouth again, Rafe surprising you and bucking his hips up. You pull off, and Rafe growls as he glares down at you.

"Keep pulling off. I dare you," He warns, and your eyes widen in response. You swallow, hyping yourself up and taking him in your mouth again. Taking him deep in your throat, you compose yourself when he bucks his hips again, mouth not leaving his cock as you bob your head up and down.

The blowjob is sloppy, Rafe pushing himself into your mouth while keeping his hands next to him. You move faster up and down, pushing your head all the way down until your nose brushes his light pubic hair. You're about to pull up when Rafe brings a hand to the back of your head, keeping you there.

Your hands grasp onto his thighs as he holds your head down, Rafe bucking his cock into your mouth roughly. Tears start to form in your eyes at his movement, pushing through it as you take him deep in your throat. Rafe groans loudly, using his grip on your hair to rip you off of him, you falling back onto the floor.

"Come here," He orders, you get up and walk until you stand between his legs, You start to rub the tears from your eyes, Rafe stopping your hands and holding your face in his hands, eyes scanning over you. "So pretty when you cry from my cock, right baby?"

You nod, Rafe glaring at you at your lack of verbal response. You go to correct yourself, but Rafe slaps you as he sits back on the bed, "Get across my lap."

You hesitate, knowing what would happen if you did. You've come to be able to read your husband and his moods, especially in the bedroom, and right now he was in the mood to turn your ass black and blue. The comment about his coworkers runs through your mind, and you slowly lay yourself across his lap.

He’s quiet at first as he runs his hands over the soft cheeks of your ass, gripping the flesh before rubbing again. You knew he was trying to ease you into the punishment, not wanting to immediately start spanking you, which told you that you did a pretty good job with the blowjob.

“You did a good job baby,” He echoes your thoughts, voice calm. But you know this is the calm before the storm. “So instead of what I was going to do, we’re only going to do twenty spanks, okay?”

Your breath hitches. Twenty? Instead of what he was going to do? Your heart beats faster as the anticipation of what’s to come sinks in, and you’re trying to mentally prepare yourself for the punishment when Rafe grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up as he glares down at you.

“When I ask a question, you fucking answer me. Trust me, you don’t want to push me right now.”

“I’m sorry,” You instantly replied, eyes begging. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl,” He whispers, hand loosening its grip on your hair as you rest it back onto the bed. He brings a hand to your back, resting it there as he uses his other hand to continue massaging your ass. “Tell me why you’re being punished.”

Your answer is cut off by Rafe raising his hand, bringing it back down harshly on your ass. The sound of the spank echoes in the room, and you let out a low squeak in surprise. You whimper, “B-because I teased you while you were at work.”

Rafe hums, the sound condescending as he lands another hard smack on the cheek of your ass. He makes a tsks sound as he mumbles, “Not just me.”

“My coworkers saw what a needy little slut you are,” He continued, hand still lifted from your ass as you waited for the next blow. “Do you think that was fun for me? Watching other men see you the way only I’m allowed to.”

He brings his hand down, this slap harder than the last ones as it radiates the same anger in his tone. Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“How-”

He cuts you off with another brutal slap to your ass. The comforting hand on your back is removed as he grabs you by your hair again. Your neck strains at the angle he forces you so you can meet his glare, his eyes dark. “I’m talking. You only talk when I ask you something, is that clear?”

Your mind grows foggy from his movements, your ass already on fire as you think to yourself you have about fifteen more of these. He doesn't take your lack of response lightly, bringing his hand down on your ass again. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Yes sir! Yes,” You breathe out, Rafe roughly letting your head go again as he brings his hand back to run against your skin. You relish in the comfort, Rafe pausing the harsh spanks to massage the flesh of your ass. The touch is hot, the light stings as he rubs making you whimper into the bed as tears form in your eyes.

“Such a shame,” Your husband mumbles. “I was ready to come home and make love to my beautiful wife after leaving her high and dry this morning.”

The softness of his tone is not reflected in the harsh slap he lands on your ass again, voice growing hard and cold, “Was gonna make it up to you.”

The anger continues as he immediately spanks you again impossibly harder than the last time, and you let out a small noise. “Now, you’re gonna have to make it up to me.”

You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from making any noise as he continues the assault on your ass, knowing if you did he would add even more to the punishment. You know when to push him, and as much as you wanted to act like a spoiled brat right now he had the upper hand.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to keep my composure when those pricks were looking at you like you were some plaything,” He spits, spanking you again. “Like you were their plaything.”

His own words anger him, the thought of his coworkers thinking of you as anything other than his driving him crazy. “Is that what you wanted? You wanted other men to see you like that?”

“No,” You whine, Rafe making a noise in protest. He knows that wasn't your intention, but he needs to hear it. “I promise. It was only for you.”

“That’s right. Just for me,” He praises, hand coming to the bottom of your chin to lift your head again. You gaze up at him as he leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips, eyes flashing as he notices the tears streaming down your face. “Because you’re my little plaything, isn’t that right?”

“Yes, sir. I’m only yours.”

He breathes harshly, spanking you again as he keeps your head tilted up at him. He watches as you squeeze your eyes shut at the harsh impact, and you feel him start to harden under you. "I'm gonna spank you harder now. I'm not stopping. If you're smart, you’ll keep your mouth shut until I’m done.”

He lets your head fall as he brings his hand to rest on your back again, fingers tracing you to offer some sort of comfort for what's about to come. You bury your face on the comforter, mouth biting down on the fabric as you will yourself to not make any noise as he starts to land harsh smacks on your ass.

You cursed at yourself for thinking he was being rough before. Now that he's not stopping, he's focusing fully on landing brutal hits on your ass. Rafe's hand on your back stops being used as a comfort tool as he presses it down harder to keep you still as you begin to squirm.

He shushes you as he slows down, the last few spanks on your ass being even more cruel and merciless. There are dried tears on your face as you whimper into the sheets, Rafe massaging your ass as he stops the punishment.

“Come here, baby,” He softly whispered, helping you up and sitting you on his lap in a straddling position. The heat of your ass grazes his pants, the friction causing discomfort as you try to raise up only for Rafe to grab your hips, pushing you on his lap. His eyes are dark as he looks at you, bringing his hands back to your cheeks and rubbing the dried tears.

“You did a good job, baby,” He whispers, and you whimper at the praise. Your mind is in a haze as you lean your forehead against his, eyes closing as you take the time to breathe. “But I’m not done.”

At his words, your eyes come open again as you meet his unreadable expression. His eyes are more gentle than before, but you can still see the anger swimming as you pout up at him, about to plead your case. He shushes you as he runs his hands over your hair, kissing you softly.

“It’s okay. I just have to show you that you can’t do that again. I almost killed everyone in that room, and I would have if they saw you touching what's mine.”

You wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him closer, pecking his lips continuously as the guilt sinks in, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know-”

Rafe is quick to comfort you, hands rubbing up and down your back now as he lets you move your kisses down to his neck, “I know baby, I know. But that doesn’t change anything.”

He motions for you to pull back, and you do so as you give him an innocent look. There's a ghost of a smile on his face as he kisses your cheek, coming around to kiss the other as he uses his hands to unwrap your arms from around his neck. He kisses your wrists, facial expression growing hard again as he looks at you, "Take my tie off."

Your hands are shaking slightly as you begin to take his tie off, Rafe’s eyes not leaving your face. Your face flushes when your eyes meet his as you motion for him to lean his head down so you can take it off, and you can’t believe he’s still able to make you as nervous as he does.

You hand him the tie, not having to be asked before you display your wrists out to him. He hums in approval, lacing the tie around your wrists as he knots the fabric together. He gives a final tug to make sure it’s secure, and you pull at your wrists despite knowing you weren’t gonna be able to break yourself loose from these.

“Now go lay on the bed. Spread your legs, and wait for me.”

He helps you off of his lap, walking you over to the bed as he gives you a slight push. You fall back, maneuvering up the bed until your head rests against the pillows. Rafe climbs on the bed after you, hands coming to yank you down the bed.

You gasp as your head rips off the pillow, Rafe pushing your leg open as you spread your legs to make room for him. He leans over you, grabbing the pillow and helping you lift your head back onto it. After making sure you’re comfortable, he takes your tied wrists and brings them up to rest against the bed, telling you to hold them there.

You smile, knowing he did it so you wouldn’t have to keep your arms elevated as it became hard to keep your arms up after a few minutes. It would’ve been easier to just tie your wrists to the bed, but you know that’s exactly why Rafe didn’t. He wants you to work to keep your hands where he puts them, not because you have to but because you were afraid not to.

He hovers over you, mumbling incoherently to himself as he kisses you. He deepens the kiss quickly, tongue massaging against your own as you moan into his mouth. Your brain is still off in space at the punishment, but his kisses help ground you as you wrap your legs around him.

He immediately pulls back, leaving kisses on your neck before sitting up. He uses his hands to remove your legs from around his hips, shaking his head at you. He says nothing as he climbs back off of the bed, only turning to kiss you on the forehead.

You call his name out as he begins to retreat out of the room, but he doesn’t answer. He only looks back once he’s at the door, eyes scanning your shuddering body.

“Don’t move. You won’t like what I do.”

•••

You don’t know how long Rafe left you there.

You’d lost count after about ten minutes, the frustration seeping into you the more time passed. This was yet another way for him to torture you; by leaving you high and dry with no clue on whether or not you’ll have any release. He could leave you here all night if he wanted to — it wouldn’t be the first time.

That thought alone makes you want to cry, the neediness you’re feeling for your husband clouding your mind and making you clench your thighs together constantly to offer some sort of relief. But you knew better than to move. With your luck, the moment you did would be the moment he decides to come back in, and you weren’t ready to open that Pandora's box.

After what feels like an hour, you hear the bedroom door open. Your eyes flutter open, still dazed from the intensity of the punishment and the whiplash of him just leaving you here afterwards. You squirm as you watch Rafe walk into the room, making you grunt at the uncomfortableness of your shoulders.

Rafe grins darkly at you as he rounds the bed, fingers trailing the sheets as he walks up to where you’re laying down. He leans over, cupping your jaw and bringing you into a heated kiss. His other hand comes down to pull at your nipple, and you gasp into his mouth. He hums in response, trailing his hand from your chest to between your legs.

Running a finger through your slit, he groans against your lips as he pulls back to watch his fingers rub against your pussy. He doesn’t even seem to be talking to you as he mumbles, “So fucking wet. Dripping on the sheets.”

He turns his head to look at you, jaw going slack at the all too familiar look in your eyes. The look you get when you’re willing and ready to take any and everything he’ll give you. The look you get when you’re wrapped completely around his finger, begging for even a slither of his touch. “You ready for it?”

“Yes, please. Fuck me,” You whimper, looking up at him with a doe eyed expression as you spread your legs more. He tilts his head at you, frustrating you. You huff as you buck up into his hand, “Stop being mean.”

An eyebrow lifts as he pulls his hand from you, leaning over you again as he grabs you by your cheeks, fingers pressing down to hold you in a firm grip. He forces you to look at him as he mutters, “You think this is me being mean? You’re lucky you’re getting anything at all.”

His condescending tone and being left causes small tears to leave your eyes, desperate for him to just offer any sort of relief. Rafe tuts, head tilting as he looks at you with a mocking expression.

“Don’t cry now,” He muses, wiping away your tears. “I haven’t even given you a reason yet.”

He runs his hand down to your throat, gripping it quickly before letting go and running down the rest of your body. He reaches your mound, pushing a finger through your folds that made you shudder. He hums, slapping your thigh.

“Spread your legs more. You move your hands even an inch and I’ll leave you here for the rest of the fucking night.”

You’re quick to obey, spreading your legs to opposite sides of the bed to give him room. He settles in between your legs, hands coming to grab at the bottom of your thighs, pushing at them and holding them up. He doesn’t take his eyes from your center, leaning down and kissing your clit softly.

You cry out, Rafe giving quick pecks to your sensitive nub.

“So pretty,” He mumbles, tracing his tongue from your entrance to your clit. “If anyone besides me saw how perfect this pussy is..”

He growls at the thought, sucking your clit into his mouth and flicking his tongue. You moan out, having to stop your arms from moving and your hands from reaching down and grabbing a fistful of his hair. Rafe’s similar to a starved man, hands holding your legs apart and not allowing you to close in on his head.

He held all of the control. You couldn’t run from him, you couldn’t direct anything. Not like you needed to. His tongue lapped at you, the only sounds in the room being the sound of that and him groaning into your folds. You get closer with every slick swipe of his tongue, and you buck your hips up at him.

“Hold it.”

The vibrations of his words run right through you, and your head throws back in desperation. Rafe lets go of one of your legs, bringing that hand to your center. Tracing a finger around your begging entrance, he dipped the digit in as you cried out in pleasure.

“Rafe,” You breathe, hands squeezing together as he slips another finger in, moving them slowly inside of you now as he flicks his tongue on your clit. The build up was too much — he was too much — and you find yourself shaking your head at him. “I can’t. You need to-”

He bites your clit lightly, and you let out a small squeal as you look down at him to see him glaring at you with a warning expression, “No, you just need to fucking listen.”

He doesn’t give you any more time to think, dropping his head back between your thighs and picking up where he left off. If anything, his tongue starts to move faster, and you find it extremely hard to hold back. Your eyes squeeze shut as you try to will yourself to not let go, but when he curls his fingers inside of you all you see is stars.

The orgasm rips through you, a loud moan leaving your lips. The only sign that Rafe is upset is the growl that leaves him, but he takes his fingers out of you so he can hold the back of your calves, bringing your legs onto his shoulders. He rides your orgasm out on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as your moans turn more breathless.

He lets go of your legs, them both settling over the bed as he pulls up so he’s sitting on his knees. As the shockwaves pass through you, you remember that you didn’t listen. Already being punished once before tonight and not wanting another one, you couldn’t make eye contact with Rafe as you brought your hands to your face.

“I’m sorry,” You whimper, Rafe leaning over you.

“Shh, you’re okay. It’s okay,” He taps your wrists. “Look at me.”

You take a breath, listening as you bring your eyes to him. He looks disappointed, but also concerned. He’s very observant in the bedroom, always watching to make sure he doesn’t push you too far. You’ve never had to use your safe word, and Rafe would like to keep it that way.

“You okay?” He gruffly asks, and you nod as he leans down to kiss you. “Good.”

You kiss him again, “I didn’t mean to.. it just felt really good.”

“I know, it’s okay,” He gives you another kiss, hands coming to rest next to your head. “You want to keep going?”

“Yes, I want to keep going,” You clearly stated, another question popping in your mind as you open your mouth to ask before deciding against it. You’re already surprised he’s not punishing you for coming without permission, but you would be pushing your luck with that one.

“What is it?” Rafe notices the look on your face, and you give him a sheepish smile.

“Can I touch you?”

Rafe laughs, a glint in his eyes as he leans down to kiss you as a way to tell you how cute that question was.

“Not yet, baby,” He grins, kissing your neck. He pulls back, flipping you over and settling behind you. “But you don’t have to ask to come. You can come whenever you want.”

You grow excited at that, thinking that Rafe must’ve just decided to throw out the punishments all together. You arch your back, flipping your hair as you look back at him. He’s stroking his cock, tapping it against your clit when you bring your hand to your center.

“Jesus Christ.”

Rafe pulls back so he can have a view of your fingers rubbing in between your folds, gathering your wetness before bringing your fingers to your mouth and licking them off. You keep eye contact with the blonde as you do so, his eyes darkening. He takes a hold of your hips, pulling you back onto his cock as he fills you with one thrust.

Eyes fluttering closed, you relaxed into the sheets as Rafe drove himself deeper into you.

•••

“Come on,” Rafe grunts, hands gripping the flesh of your thighs so hard you’re sure there will be bruises. You have no choice but to take it, his hands pressing your thighs to the bed to keep you spread open for him after too many times of you trying to close your legs. Orgasm after orgasm has ripped through you like tidal waves, and you were losing your mind,

Your body shudders as he circles his thumb around your clit, crying out as your release gushes around him. Rafe pulls his cock out, rubbing the top of it against your center as you continue to squirt around him. “Atta girl.”

He leans over you, kissing away the dry tears on your cheeks as his dick jumps at the sight of you. You’re still in a daze as he wraps your legs around him, walking over to the wall, and pressing you against it. He moves the strands of your hair from your face, “So fucking pretty.”

“Rafe..” You whimper, not being able to complete the sentiment as he uses his other hand to push his cock back into you. A broken gasp leaves you as he slowly drives his cock into you, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll. “I can’t...”

“Can’t what?” He teases, pressing his face into your neck as he groans. He has yet to come, more focused on overstimulating you but you know he’s growing close. You roll your hips lazily, exhausted but wanting to see Rafe once he reaches the peak of pleasure. It’s your favorite sight — how vulnerable he looks when he’s coming deep inside of you.

“Want you to come.”

“Hold onto me,” He grunts into your neck, and you listen as you wrap your arms tightly around him. You wanted him to be impossibly closer, Rafe sharing that sentiment as he speeds up his movements. The squelching of your pussy mixed with the sounds of him pounding into you, your husband’s hips stuttering as he starts to come.

“You’re so good,” He brings his lips to yours, mumbling against them between whimpers. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this good.”

“Shit,” You curse as keeps pushing his clock into you, and you know he’s not stopping until you come again. His words push you, but the ache in your center makes you whine, “I’m too sensitive.”

“I thought you wanted to come,” He mocks, bringing his hand to your throat but only to rest there. “You wanted to earlier.”

He pressed his lips to yours again, tongue pushing into your mouth. His movements are erotic, pushing you over the edge as you release onto his cock again. He swallows your screams, slowing his movements and pressing himself to the hilt.

He walks you both over to the small sofa in the corner of your room, sitting down. You gasp as the new position pushes himself even deeper, “Please-”

“It’s okay, you’re just gonna warm me for a little bit,” He pecks your lips, hands coming to your hips to massage them lightly. “Then I’m gonna fuck you again, and you’re gonna cum until I tell you to stop.”

You nod, eyes closing as you rest your head on his chest. His touch now completely contrasts the toughness he held earlier, and your body relaxes on his as you relish in the intimacy. After a few minutes or thirty — you not having any concept of time right now in your state — he taps your ass lightly.

“Move,” He states, the gruff tone sending a shiver up your spine. You sit up to face him, his hands tightening on your hips as he starts to you up and down on his cock. You whine, burying your face back into his neck as you prepare for a long night.

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daydreamingleclerc · 3 years

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hey girl! i hope you’re well. i saw you were taking requests and since i’ve developed an unhealthy crush on mason rn, i wanted to know if you could write something. a smut request where they have an event to attend, but end up late because they have more important things to attend to (if you catch my drift 😂). i’ve been trawling through your page pretty much everyday looking for new stuff, i hope you realise how talented you are! 😚 thank you x

hi!! i'm so so bloody sorry i didn't get round to writing this, it got lost in my requests!

important business - mason mount blurb

sexual content - 18+, minors dni. oral (f rec), unprotected sex, small use of dirty talk, brief mention of blowjobs and choking

"sweetheart, the driver'll be here in ten minutes!"

he was perched on the hotel room bed after just tying his shoelaces, suit jacket undone and looking comfortable and snug. you could see him from your place in the bathroom, just shy of his eye line.

tonight was the night of the yearly players dinner, where everyone dressed up and awards were gifted. mason wore a deep royal blue suit that he'd bought specifically for this occasion. you opted for a simple dress, long and royal blue with a slit all the way up to your mid-thigh, and ruched cups for your boobs to sit in without that uncomfortable, formal feeling. you stepped out of the bathroom with a smile on your face, "i'm ready."

"oh fuck," mason's eyes landed on your figure as soon as the words left your lips, his mind racing at a million miles an hour. "you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"good surprises or bad surprises?"

his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he swore he died and went to heaven when he saw you step towards him with your exposed leg and silver open toe heels. he stood up, and in an attempt to straighten out his slacks with his free hand, you both noticed the bulge that protruded the material.

"i think this tells us everything we need to know, doesn't it sweetheart?"

you blushed, and when he made his way over to you and smashed his lips against yours it felt like the world stopped. your lip got caught between his teeth as he backed you up against the wall, both hands pressed firmly against it to secure you in place.

"what happened to the driver getting here in ten minutes?"

he scoffed at your sarcasm, but shrugged it off as his lips found your neck, sucking on the column of skin just above your right collarbone. one hand ran against the exposed skin of your thigh and into the barely-there material of your lace underwear, he smirked. "the driver's gonna have to wait for us, because right now all i wanna do is fuck you."

you hummed in content, satisfied with his response to your sarcasm, and when he loosened his trousers so he could sink to his knees in front of you easier, your stomach did flips. he pushed the material of your dress to the side, coming face to face with your glistening pussy, darting out his tongue and licking a single circle around your clit.

it was enough to have you bucking into his mouth, one hand tugging at his short locks as you inched his head closer so he could do it again. for a few minutes, he let himself be guided by you, happily stroking and licking at your pussy until he pulled your hand away from his head and pressed it against your stomach, leaving you unable to touch him.

his tongue began swirling your clit at a rate he'd never gone before, slurping and licking as if it were his last meal, and you were crying out his name in sheer desperation.

"mase, you're gonna make me cum," you whined, attempting to wriggle your wrists free of his hand, but it was useless. he hummed against you as he glanced up at your face, a line of sweat causing your upper lip to glisten.

the combination of the vibrations and the way he was looking at you was enough to send you into a spiral, and you came with a cry of his name as the shockwaves took their course over your body. he pulled off of you with a pop, and leaned in to kiss you.

you tasted yourself on his lips, but before you could push him around so he was against the wall, he tutted. "no time for you to do that, kitten," he licked along your lip, and his teeth nicked at your ear ever so slightly as he leaned in, "how about you suck me off after dinner, hm? don't want to ruin that pretty little face of make up just yet."

you nodded, and fumbled with his trousers as they dropped down with ease, desperate to have him inside of you. you hoisted your leg up so it was wrapped against his hips, and spread your other leg for easier access. one of your hands snaked down to give him a few tugs until he groaned, and when he pushed inside of you, your face nuzzled into his neck.

"do you know how sexy you are?"

mason's voice was hot and raspy, desperate for you to answer as he pushed into you, the feeling of your walls hot and welcoming. you shook your head, and he sucked at the skin on the side of your neck, "you're so fuckin' sexy," he answered his own question, "we're gonna be late for dinner because i couldn't wait to fuck you."

his words only spurred him on, and he thrusted harder and faster until his name began to trickle from your lips, "fuck, mason," you whimpered, "i can't wait until you bend me over tonight."

he grunted, bringing your face to his with a hand resting underneath your chin. his fingers threatened to squeeze at the flesh, but he didn't. "you keep talking to me like that and i might just sack off dinner completely."

he hit your g-spot with his next thrust, which had your back arching and you seeing stars. you gripped onto his jacket for stability as he continued thrusting, and you felt your leg begin to give way underneath you. mason felt it too, and with his free hand hoisted your other leg up so you were now off the floor, ankles digging into his back.

"c'mon, angel, i know you're close," he cooed, "cum for me."

you came with a cry, screaming mason's name as your legs shook around him. the feeling of your walls contracting around him set him off, and triggered his own orgasm. he groaned your name as he shot his load up into you, panting and fighting for breath as he came down.

there was a knock at the door from the concierge, who coughed awkwardly, "uh, mr mount, your driver has been waiting outside for almost ten minutes, he's been asking for you, and your manager has also rang the front desk three times asking whether you're going."

your eyes blew wide and you blushed when you realised that mason's father was in the car waiting, and mason laughed.

"yeah, we'll be right out."

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starlitmark · 3 years

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hi miaaaa, happy 300 love!😚😚💝💓💘💗💝💖 for your drabble event, can i request a drabble — kun + extra smutty prompt list #57 ? thank you!!

Inni I finally finished it I hope you like it <33

Genre: Smut MINORS DNI MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

Pairing: Kun x fem!reader

Warning: oral (m receive), grinding, marking, oral (m receive), praise, finger sucking, cum eating, pet names

Word Count: 1.4k

You had had enough, being around your boyfriend all day was great and all but being constantly surrounded by others too was an issue. Every time you turned around someone needed your attention or Kun’s in some manner. And this moment is no exception, here you are perched happily in his lap enjoying a movie in bed when Yangyang bursts through the door.

“Um, sorry to interrupt but-”

That was the last straw “No, Yangyang, you’re not sorry, everyone keeps interrupting our time together like it’s no big deal but it is. I don’t care what you want, go as Ten or someone cause we are busy.” you yelled.

Kun placed a calming hand on your shoulder to pull you back down to earth from your anger. Sheepishly, Yangyang backed out of the room making sure not to bother either of you again. Finally calming from your bout of anger you turn towards Kun seeing his face filled with worry. You knew why too, you never snapped at anyone, especially Yangyang, so you yelling at him was obviously concerning.

“You want to tell me what’s wrong love?” he asks gently

“It’s just,” you sigh, “we never get alone time anymore, whenever we get a moment together someone interrupts or tries to join us. I just want to spend time with you alone.”

“Angel, why didn’t you just tell me that? You know I’d kick the boys out in a heartbeat to make sure we had alone time.” he reassures.

“I know but I don’t want to kick them out just cause I want to get dicked down.” you giggle airily.

“You know we can always go to your place, we aren’t interrupted there.” he flirts.

“Or,” you draw out “I can get them to leave us alone right now.” you smirk

Without another thought, you turn your body to straddle your boyfriend’s lap and pull him into a gentle kiss. Instantly his hands find your waist and guide you to pull close against him, a low groan escaping his lips when your tongue invades his mouth. What was originally a gentle loving kiss became a passionate rush of emotion that could not be tamed. Every few moments you’d feel him nip at your lips or smile against them. Your hands got lost in his hair trying to bring him as close as he could be to your body. His hands now finding a home on your ass gripping it to subtly guide your clothed core against his growing member. Your kisses travel down his neck, normally you’d never leave marks due to how angry the makeup artists got at you the last time you did. But now, you need to show the others that he’s yours above anything else. Heavy sighs leave his lips as you leave your mark across his skin one at a time.

“Baby, the makeup artists are gonna kill me tomorrow when they see what you did.” he chuckles, not really caring too much.

“Frankly, my love, I don’t give a shit. Let me love you.” you smirk before pulling yourself off of him.

You drag your hands down his chest and toned stomach excruciatingly slow before palming him through his shorts causing another groan to escape his lips. You knew he was already impatient by the way his hips bucked up into your touch, you giggle at the antics you pull to rile him up more before finally releasing his cock from its fabric prison. Just then you hear two of the others running past the room getting suspiciously quiet not much further down the hallway. You easily ignore them pumping his member in your hand a few times as he inhales rather sharply.

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.” he grits through his teeth.

“And if we do get caught they’ll finally learn to leave us alone for a little bit.” you smirk back at him.

You take his member into your mouth in full the first time, you’ve never had a particularly sensitive gag reflex and you’re thankful for it every time you go down on your boyfriend. A loud drawn-out moan is released from his throat as you deep-throat him repeatedly and swallow around him.

“Fuck, princess, if you keep up with that I’ll cum before I even get to fuck you.” he sighs pushing your head down further onto him.

You choke around him a few times before he decides to finally let you have some relief as well. As he always has, he slowly strips you down, praising your body with every breath he takes. As he removes your bra he doesn’t forget to leave behind marks to match his own that you gave him. You whimper at the feeling of his lips against your burning skin practically begging him to continue further. And Kun, the ever gentle lover he is, continued to place light kisses slowly across your body knowing it would only rile you up more.

“Kun, please, I want more.” you whine just wanting him to fuck you already.

“Whatever my princess wants, my princess gets.” he chuckled, flipping you both over.

Having your boyfriend above you like this is a sight you’d never grow tired of. He was always extremely handsome in your eyes but nothing compared to when he was passionate about something or especially in this moment when he’s above you looking down at you with lusty eyes. He lowers himself to you quickly placing more kisses along the column of your neck making you whimper again. Finally showing just how needy he was as well he began grinding his bare cock against your folds gathering the wetness in the process.

“Babe, please, just get inside me already. I’m gonna go insane if you don’t” you whine in his ear.

Without another word he guides his member into your soaked core, letting a low groan escape as he felt how tight you were around him. His thrusts started out at a torturously slow pace making you moan and whimper with desperation. Your nails claw into his back begging him to increase his pace which he gladly does. Your moans fly free into the heated room with ease causing the man above you to chuckle.

“Princess, quiet down, we don’t want to get caught do we?”

You don’t trust your voice to respond without moaning again, so instead, you opt to nod vigorously. To help aid you in volume control Kun brings one hand up toward your mouth and you immediately take his fingers into your mouth as if it’s second nature. His thrusts became more erratic making you whine and moan louder, his fingers doing nothing to control your volume as he had hoped to. You faintly hear laughing and screaming from outside the room but the both of you are too blissed out to care about where they are or what they’re doing. His thrusts falter slightly as you clench around him feeling your orgasm about to topple over your body.

“Fuck, baby, if you keep that up I’ll cum.” he airily chuckles

“Can’t help it,” you whine “you feel so good inside me.”

And just like that, your orgasm takes control of your body making you spasm below him like a woman possessed. Not too long after he pulls out of you and you hop into action despite how dazed you were. You wrap your lips around his tip again as he cums down your throat swallowing every last drop you could. You smile up at him almost innocently as he comes down from his high. He leans down to your level bringing you into a loving kiss not caring that he could taste his own cum on your lips.

“Y’all done fucking?” Ten yells through the door “I just want to get Louis and Leon’s treats. They’ve been up my ass about them for the past hour.”

“It’s her fault!” Kun yells back “Let us get dressed first then yeah you can come in.”

You pout at him for blaming you but you recall him saying he would blame you if you had gotten caught. He throws a shirt at you effectively distracting you from sulking. He grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants opting to stay shirtless much to your pleasure. He made his way to the door, opening it to let Ten into the room, not missing how he was being eyed by the other male.

“Damn y/n, you really needed to mark your territory didn’t you?” he laughed “He’s covered in hickeys.”

“Just get the damn treats and leave” you sighed, ready to succumb to sleep.

“Yes ma’am” he laughed, grabbing the treats off the desk and leaving.

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