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Butterfly Fantasies (Older!Rafe Cameron x Reader)

Summary: You’ve been teasing Rafe for months and when he sees you flirting with another man, it’s his final straw. Wk: 3.4k

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Warnings: Rafe is your dad’s best friend, age gap (Rafe is late 30s Reader is early 20s), daddy kink, choking, spanking, pussy slapping, breeding kink, hair pulling, degradation 18+MDNI!!

You know it’s wrong, parading yourself around like this for your dad’s best friend. You had just finished your final year of college so you were home staying with your dad for the summer. But every single time you saw Rafe it was like your body was on fire. Him and your dad have been friends and business partners for years now. But you had only ever met Rafe once before, a few years ago at your dad’s wedding. You thought he was sexy then and somehow he’s even sexier now. He’s always coming over for drinks, or to go out on the boat, sometimes he and your dad talk business in his office.

But it felt like he was just always around. Wearing those expensive business suits with his hair slicked back perfectly. On days when he and your dad went out on the boat he would come over in shorts that were just a tad bit too short and those tight t-shirts or button ups, his thick biceps on display. When you’d run into him at the country club he always looked so fucking delicious in his golf outfit. That tight polo taunt against his shoulders, the way his large hands dwarfed the handles of the clubs. His hair was messier on those days, the ends of it sticking out from the cap on his head. You wanted to tear it off, lace your fingers through his hair and tug on it when it was void of its usual product.

It didn’t help that he was always looking at you. His eyes roaming your figure with a smug smirk on his face for just a little too long. The way he would send you little winks when your dad wasn’t looking. Resting his hand on the small of your back when he walks past you in the kitchen or in the hall. He was always calling you little nicknames like “doll” and “sweetheart. He even called you “princess” once and you thought you were going to cum untouched. You wanted to be his little princess so bad. So you started playing dirty.

Whenever you saw him you made sure to walk around in your skimpiest outfits. You’d lounge by the pool in your tiniest little micro bikinis, rubbing sunscreen on your skin causing it to glisten. You would wear your shortest dresses with thongs so small they might as well not even be there, bending over under the guise of “grabbing something out of the fridge” when he was standing behind you in the kitchen. Once you learned that he went to the country club every Sunday for brunch and golf, you signed up for Sunday tennis lessons.

Those days just might be your favorite. Your tennis outfit consisted of a tiny little white tennis skirt that barely covered your ass and an even tinier white sports bra that showed off your cleavage perfectly. It was just a bonus that your tennis instructor was hot and your age. It also didn’t hurt that Rafe could see the tennis court perfectly from the brunch table he always sat at. You’d make eye contact with him over your instructor's shoulder from afar while you grasped onto his bicep and giggled. If you weren’t mistaken you could just make out a slight switch in his jaw. He might be nineteen years older than you but you aren’t stupid, you can tell when a man wants you.

Rafe wants you bad. He’s been trying really fucking hard to restrain himself but it’s almost impossible when you’re constantly walking around in those little fucking outfits. Giving him that little smirk with that glint in your eye like you know you’re torturing him. He can’t stop thinking about you. When he’s working, when he’s golfing, when his hand is wrapped around his thick cock at night. Even when he’s buried balls deep in some bored housewife. All he can think about is you.

The way those little bikinis hardly cover anything but your nipples, and bottoms sitting so high on your ass they’re practically being swallowed. Those tiny little sun dresses that you seemed to always be bending over in, flashing him those pretty barely there panties that show the outline of your pussy. That fucking tennis outfit and that little douche bag tennis instructor whose hands he wants to cut off each time he has to watch him touch you.

But there’s one specific instance that won’t leave his mind, playing like a movie on repeat in his head. You were wearing these tiny little jean shorts with a little tiny crop top. You were sitting at the bar in the kitchen, eating a fucking banana of all things. But the way you were bent over to rest your elbows on the counter made your shorts ride down just enough to show off your thong and the little butterfly tramp stamp you had right above your ass. He stood there with his mouth agape for what could’ve been minutes or hours, he doesn’t know. He was stuck, completely enthralled by the sight of you. He felt himself starting to get hard when you looked over your shoulder at him, a smug smile painted across your glossed lips.

“Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.” You held eye contact with him while you finished off the last of your banana before standing up, winking at him, and walking away without another word. Leaving him so fucking hard and incredibly frustrated.

His final straw though? Your dad was throwing a celebration party for the company because they closed a huge deal and you were parading around in yet another barely there dress with all his coworkers and their sons ogling you. Currently Rafe was watching you with his jaw clenched so hard he feels like his teeth might break and he’s surprised the thin glass in his hand is still intact with the grip he has on it. You’re standing across the yard from him, that little white backless dress hugging every inch of your body so perfectly, showing off the expanse of your back and ending right at the top of your ass, flashing that little tiny tattoo to every single person here. When he’s the only one that should know about it.

The son of one of his employees rests his hands on your hips, leaning in to whisper something in your ear all while you maintain eye contact with him from across the yard, he has to physically stop himself from going over there and slamming the guy’s head into the bar. When you smirk at him, sending him a little wink before dragging the guy inside the house? He’s absolutely had it.

You had Rafe right where you wanted him, there was no doubting it now. The way he was staring daggers at every man that even glanced your way and the way his eyes hungrily drank you in as they followed your every move said it all. You wanted to know how far you could push him, if he would really snap and finally make a move. So you took it upon yourself to flirt with the cutest guy your age there. You really laid it on thick, giggling at all his jokes, running your hands down his chest, letting him grip your hips and whisper in your ear. All while Rafe watched with a death glare. You didn’t have to keep your eyes on him to know he was looking, but sending him little smirks and glances over the guy's shoulder was just too good to resist. Especially when you decided to drag the guy into the house with you, making sure Rafe watched you walk away.

“Do you want a drink? My dad keeps all the best shit in here.” You smile at him, you don’t even remember his name, it doesn’t matter anyways, he’s nothing but a means to an end.

“Yeah, I’ll take a drink, but I think I’d like to taste you more.” You internally gag at his cheesy line but still offer him a suggestive smile as you jump up on the counter with your legs spread just enough for him to get a glance at your panties.

“Come here then.” You beckon him with your finger and he comes to stand between your legs, resting his hands on your hips again.

“You’re really hot, you know that?” You snort, thanking him for his base level fuck boy compliment as he leans in for a kiss. Before his lips can even graze yours he’s being pulled backwards back the collar of his dress shirt. An extremely pissed looking Rafe glaring down at the smaller man.

“Get lost.” He practically growls, shoving the guy backwards by the grip he had on his collar.

“Hey man, what’s your fucking problem?”

“I said to get fuckin’ lost, fuck off before I break your fuckin’ legs.” The dude scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks off. The minute you and Rafe are alone his hands are resting on the counter on either side of your hips, his face inches from yours. “You think this is funny, little girl? You wanna play games? I suggest you don’t start something you can’t fuckin’ finish.”

“Games? What games? I’m not play any games. I think I was being pretty straight forward with that guy.” Rafe exhales through his nose, grabbing onto your jaw with his large hand, squeezing your cheeks together.

“That guy?” He scoffs, shaking your head back and forth. “You know I’m not fuckin’ talking about him, doll. Don’t play dumb with me. Get up.”

“I’m not a dog, I don’t bark on command.” He laughs at that, actually laughs.

“Oh, baby, we’ll fuckin’ see about that. Up.” He releases his grip on your jaw and backs up as he looks at you expectantly. You mull over your options for about two seconds before sliding off the counter. The minute the heels of your boots hit the expensive linoleum, Rafe's large ringed hand grasps onto your forearm, pulling you into the nearest room. He shuts the door behind you, pushing you up against it and trapping you between him and the wood. “You’ve been driving me crazy, you know that?”

“Yeah? That’s exactly what I was hoping for…” You smirk at him, looking up at him through your lashes.

“You really think this is a fuckin’ joke, huh?” Rafe chuckles darkly, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. He grabs onto your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off your airflow. “You trying to get me in trouble? You know how fucking pissed your dad would be if he found out about this?”

“Mmm… I figure if he disowns me you could just be my daddy instead.” He groans, using his grip on your throat to manhandle you over to the desk. Your dad’s desk to be exact. You were so worked up you didn’t even process that he pulled you into his office.

“You’re a fuckin’ brat. Looks like someone needs to teach you some manners, little girl.” Rafe presses your face against the desk, using his other hand to pull your hips up so your ass is in the air. The same hand hikes your dress above your ass before landing a harsh smack on it. The sound echoes through the room, accompanied by the loud moan that rips through you. “Bet your spoiled ass has never been spanked a day in your life. Bet you get whatever you want, whenever you want. But not with me, daddy’s gonna make you beg for it.”

He lands another smack on your bare ass, your tiny thong covering absolutely nothing. Then another. And another. He keeps you in place by his hand pressing onto the side of your head causing your cheek to press against the cold wood of the desk. Little whimpers and moans fall from your lips as

your writhe underneath him.

“Gonna leave this ass covered in my hand prints, then when you walk around in those tiny little bikinis you’ll either think twice about teasing me or you’ll have to explain it to anyone who sees.” Both of his large hands come down on your cheeks at once before one comes from below, landing a harsh smack on your cunt.

“Oh fuck, daddy.” Your eyes roll back and drool starts to drip down your chin when he smacks your pussy again before pulling your panties to the side, the cool air of the room hitting your wet folds.

“Yeah, that’s right, slut, I’m your fucking daddy. Look at this pussy, you’re so wet. Just from this? You like getting treated like a whore?” Rafe smacks your bare pussy, the metal of his rings adding a delicious sting. “You sure as hell like acting like one. Parading around in those skimpy little outfits, trying to seduce a man twice your age.”

“I fucking love it daddy, want you so bad, just wanted your attention.” You whine, wiggling your hips. “Please touch me.”

“Please touch me.” He mocks you as he smacks your clit three times in succession. “I am touching you, doll. You’re gonna have to do a lot better than that.”

“Please daddy, please, I’ll do anything you want. You can fuck my pussy till it’s sore, fuck my ass, cum inside me, breed me, anything. Just please.”

The next thing you feel is two thick fingers being inserted knuckle deep in your pussy. Rafe curls them against your sweet spot before thrusting them in and out of you at a quick pace.

“Fuckin’ listen to that shit, you’re so wet for me. You’re dirty. You want me to fuck your ass and breed you? That what you sit around thinking about all day?” You’re about to respond but the feeling of his thumb on your clit has you moaning and pushing back against his hand. He grabs onto your hair, pulling your head back so he can lean over you with his lips pressed to your ear. “Answer the fuckin’ question, princess. Know you can’t be fucked dumb from just my fingers.”

“Yes! Yes, I think about you fucking me on every inch of this house. I think about you filling me with your cum until I’m knocked up. About being your little barefoot and pregnant wife. Want to shove the fact that I’m the one that gets you in all those old country club bitches faces.” Well he wasn’t expecting all of that, but he’s not complaining. Now that he’s thinking about it, it doesn’t sound so bad. He picks up the speed of his fingers, applying harder pressure to your clit just as he yanks on your hair, exposing your neck so he can lick across the expanse of it, sending you over the edge.

“That’s it, baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy.” He pulls his fingers out and you can’t see but you hear the sound of him sucking them clean, accompanied by a groan. “Look at you, you don’t have any idea what you do to me, do you?”

He runs his large hand down your back, stopping just above your ass to trace his fingertips across your tattoo.

“What do I do to you daddy? Tell me.” He spanks your ass again, earning a little yelp from you.

“Don’t start getting sassy on me again. I’m calling the shots. But you drive me insane. Prancing around in those little bikinis, flashing me your slutty panties, this god damn tattoo.”

Rafe leans down, placing a kiss on it before licking across it. He hooks his fingers in the bands of your thong, pushing it down your legs. You try to kick your boots off to get it off your ankles but Rafe stops you, pulling them off himself.

“Keep the boots on.” Rafe grabs onto your ass, spreading you open for him before leaning down to spit on your asshole, watching it drip down onto your already soaked cunt. You feel his thumb rub down your slit right before he shoves his tongue as deep as it can go inside your pussy.

“Oh fuuuuuck, daddy that’s so good, thank you thank you.” Rafe eats you out like a man starved, nearly drunk off the sound of your moans and the taste of your sweet cunt. He leans down to suck your clit between his plump lips and you feel yourself getting close, clenching around nothing. And it’s like he reads your mind because seconds later he’s thrusting his fingers inside you, rubbing them up against your g-spot and sending you into an orgasm that makes your entire body shake. “Shit daddy, yesyesyes, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

He leans up, grips onto your hips, and flips you over with ease, propping you up on the desk. He grabs onto your face and connects your lips in a filthy kiss. His tongue intangles with yours, flooding your mouth with the taste of yourself mixed with him and it makes your head spin.

“Take this fuckin’ dress off.” He grabs onto the straps, pushing them off your shoulders so he can yank it down your legs. “No bra? God damn, princess, look at these perfect tits, shit.” He yanks off his shirt before undoing his pants, pushing them down his hips. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head at the sight of his cock. “Yeah baby, this isn’t some twenty something loser cock, this is what a real man’s dick looks like. Beg for it.”

“Daddy, please fuck me, please, I want you to fill me up. Put a baby in me so everyone on the island knows you I belong to.” You push your hips forward, spreading your legs further. Rafe decides that’s enough for him, roughly grabbing onto your hip with one hand and using the other to line his cock up with your entrance. He pushes inside you with one thrust, your tight wet pussy practically sucking him in.

“Ah, shit, you’re so fucking tight.” Rafe grabs onto your ankles, throwing them over his shoulders so he can fuck you even deeper. “Been dreaming about this pussy for months. Been dreaming about this sexy little body. Look at these perfect tits. Perfect legs. So fucking soft. Such a good little slut for daddy.”

He grabs onto your throat as he continues to split you open on his cock, his other hand finds your clit and it has you clenching around him. The desk is slamming against the ground and you’re both moaning so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if the entire party heard you outside through the music and all the walls. But you didn’t care, especially not as you gushed around Rafe’s cock.

“Yeah that’s right, fuckin’ give it to me, cum all over my cock. Gonna fill you up, gonna give you a baby just like you want, don’t even give a fuck what anybody thinks. I’m not ever quitting this pussy.” Rafe lets go of your throat to so he can wrap your legs around his hips, grabbing onto your ass as he fucks into you at a brutal pace, chasing his own high.

“Yeah daddy, fucking give it to me, fill me up, want it so bad.” You run your perfectly manicured nails down his back and it does him in. He presses his hips flush against yours as his cock twitches inside of you, filling you with ropes of his cum. The moans leaving him are your never favorite song that you want to listen to on repeat for the rest of your life. When he comes down from his high he lets his cock slip out of you before gathering the bit of cum that leaked out on his fingers, shoving it back inside.

“Can’t waste any, can we?” He brings his slick fingers to your lips and you happily suck them clean. He pulls them from your mouth before leaning in to place a much gentler kiss on your lips.

“I’m sorry about all that stuff I said I totally understand if you wanna forget this ever happened I-“ he shushes you, kissing you again.

“I’m not forgetting shit, princess. You’re mine now. Gonna fuck you full until it takes and then make you my pretty little housewife. I don’t give a damn what anyone thinks.”

Your dad was going to be so fucking pissed, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when you finally got exactly what you wanted.

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fictionalwh0ree · 2 years

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tennis camp- rafe cameron

summary: you've just started working as a tennis instructor at a country club in the figure 8 when you meet the infamous rafe cameron.

word count: 2k

warnings: none

pairings: rafe cameron x tennis instructor!reader

a/n: this is gonna be the start of like a little mini-series for rafe :)

the morning sun beat down on the clay tennis courts at the country club. you'd only just begun working there as a tennis instructor, yet you'd already become well known amongst the other employees for your friendly personality. currently, you juggled teaching those who requested you and teaching the tennis summer camp that was currently running. it was your full-time job as you'd opted not to go to college or university, but to work here and pursue writing. you loved it there, though.

you taught the group of little kids, their ages ranging from about 3-6 years old. most of them were shorter than a regular tennis net, so you had to use the pickleball nets. you tried your best to simplify the steps in hitting a ball properly for the beginning of the class, playing fun games to encourage their learning. you giggled as you watched one of your students, cora, try to hit the ball only to have it go right over her racket. she shook her head in a jokingly disappointed manner and went to the back of the line. this happened a lot, you found.

the next hour of class went by quickly, the time being consumed by all different kinds of fun games. when you saw another instructor, jen, walk past your court with her older group of kids, you knew it was time for lunch. you lined up your kids and walked them to the cafeteria, making sure not to lose any of them on the way. thankfully, the majority of your kids were well-behaved and didn't cause you too much trouble. you took a seat at the head of the table, facing all of the kids as you ate lunch. in the whole camp, you'd guess there was about 35 kids. you had to watch all of them at lunch today as the other two instructors had been booked for the hour.

as you all ate, a tall blonde boy walked in. a member, you were sure. when he walked up to the counter and ordered a drink, the conversation at the end of the table died down into some hushed whispers. at that end sat the older kids, the preteens. the conversation between the girls had come to a complete stop as they tried to discreetly look at the boy. as he walked out, he looked over at the large table, his eyes lingering on you for a second.

"oh my god, that was rafe cameron!" one of the girls yelled.

"he's so hot!" another one exclaimed.

"and tall!" another one added.

you giggled at their statements, but continued to eat your food. once the lunch hour was up, you began to walk everyone to their respective courts. now, you weren't alone, jen had come to help. you walked at the end of the line by the older girls.

“y/nnnnn," you heard one of them, violet, call.

"yesssss," you said, dragging out the word just as she had.

"do you have a boyfriend?" she asked innocently, the other girls giggling.

"no," you said, laughing at the question.

"really?" another girl, lilly, asked.

"yep," you responded.

"aren't people your age supposed to be in relationships?" she asked, but you knew she meant no harm.

"ouch," you laughed, the rest of them joining in.

"who's this rafe cameron guy you were all fangirling over at lunch?" you asked, changing the subject, though you already knew about him.

"we weren't fangirling," violet objected.

"oh yeah you were, you guys got all red and stopped talking," you began, "and you were hard-core staring."

kara, the third and final older girl opened her mouth to say something, but shut it before saying anything.

"he's like super rich, and super hot. his dad's ward cameron, they've been members here forever. he golfs, i think he plays tennis sometimes, too. he's in university nearby. did i mention he's like, extremely hot?" lilly dished.

"and his family has a massive yacht and a mansion here on figure eight. he's also like, the kook king," violet added.

"why do you two know all this?" you asked.

"our brothers," they shrugged.

they had to get back to their courts, so your conversation ended. you wondered why they were so fascinated by him, sure he was attractive but they acted like he was a celebrity. it seems like he might as well have been one around the club. you went back to teaching your group of kids for the next two hours. once the time was up, you took them all to the pick-up location and waited until all of them were collected by their parents.

your next lesson was only in an hour, so you headed to the tennis reception area.

"y/n," nia, the receptionist, called when she saw you.

"could you tell jen that her next lesson cancelled and that her afternoon lesson tomorrow wants to reschedule?" she asked.

"yeah, sure," you said.

after making a pit stop at the caf for a cookie and some water, you walked to jen's court. you opened the gate and walked in, waiting for her to notice you. she was teaching two guys, one coincidentally being rafe cameron.

"y/n, what's up?" jen asked as they took a water break.

you repeated what nia had told you to jen as you approached her.

"do you mind feeding to them while i go figure this out quickly?" she said.

"y/n, this is rafe and topper. rafe, topper, this is y/n," she said, running off. you shot them both a greeting smile which they returned.

"i've never seen you here before, y/n," topper said.

"i just started working here," you answered.

"are you always at the courts?" he asked.

"yeah, but i'm usually teaching the camp kids," you responded, topper nodding along.

you waited for them to finish their break, the heat clearly getting to them as they chugged their waters, sweat dripping down their foreheads. once they were ready, you picked up where jen left off, hitting the balls to them and waiting for them to return it.

when jen returned, you expected to go back to wandering around the club for a while, but jen had invited you to stay for a quick doubles match. the boys agreed, but to keep it fair, you paired up with topper.

you played out the points, but couldn’t help but notice that rafe seemed a little distracted, his eyes barely ever leaving your figure. he still played well, but jen telling him to pay attention you could tell it wasn’t his best. after a quick five sets, you’d run out of time, needing to get to your lesson. you all agreed that because the score was 3-2, you and topper had won.

after a quick handshake and wave, you were off. the rest of your day went by smoothly and once you were done working, you went back to your apartment. you fell asleep easily that night, exhausted from your long day playing tennis under the sun.

you woke up the next morning, sunlight seeping through the curtains, illuminating your bedroom. you followed your usual morning routine, picking out a tennis skirt and a workout tank before brushing your teeth and doing your skincare.

you arrived at the club at 8:30, an hour before the camp. you immediately headed to the caf, your stomach growling in hunger seeing as you hadn’t eaten breakfast at home. after ordering some food, you took a seat at a small table and enjoyed your food. just as you finished, you saw rafe enter. once he noticed you there, he walked up to you, which you definitely weren’t expecting.

“hey y/n,” he greeted.

“hey rafe,” you said back.

“do you know if anyone’s available this afternoon to play tennis? i was gonna play golf but top cancelled on me,” he explained.

“um, well i’ve got an opening from 2:30-4:30. i’m pretty sure everyone else is busy in the afternoon,” you answered.

“great, could you tell nia for me?” he asked.

“yeah sure,” you said as you got up from your chair.

“thanks, i’ll see you later then,” he said as he walked away.

you nodded as you walked in the opposite direction, going to start your day at camp. by 9:30, all the kids had shown up so you began your teaching, starting with hand-eye coordination and then moving one to co-operative games and exercises.

before you knew it, lunch had rolled around. as you lined your kids up, you heard some of them talking about how hungry they were. you lead them to their lunch area and sat them down, distributing their food before giving yourself a plate. for the second day in a row, rafe came by, strutting into the cafeteria and giving the older girls the same effect as yesterday. they all looked at him with heart eyes, but quickly diverted their gazes when they saw him walking in their direction.

“hi y/n,” he smirked, standing right next to you.

“hi rafe,” you smiled, having to crane your neck to look up at him.

“i forgot to tell you, you’re a pretty good player,” he complimented, his sideways smile and slightly raised eyebrows giving you a feeling you hadn’t felt in a while.

“i wouldn’t work here if i wasn’t,” you responded wittily, sending him a sly wink.

“i didn’t know you had this side to you,” he joked.

“what side?” you questioned curiously.

“arrogant,” he shrugged, a smile playing on his lips.

“that’s rich coming from you,” you shot back jokingly, the two of you smiling at each other.

“how do you know about me?” he asked, his once joking smile now turned cocky.

“everyone knows about you, rafe cameron,” you answered, “i’ve heard a lot about you.”

“only good things i hope,” he said, causing you to snort, both of you knowing that wasn’t true.

as you both looked at each other, someone called for rafe.

“cameron! stop flirting, we don’t have all day!” topper yelled from the door.

“alright, alright,” he answered, “i’ll see you at 2:30 then, y/n.”

almost immediately after, a collection of ‘ooo’s came from the three girls at the far end of the table.

“girls,” you warned, still smiling.

“y/n and rafe, sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g, first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes-” they began to sing in a mocking tone.

“girls!” jen scolded, though she was smiling too.

they erupted into a fit of giggles as you shook your head at them. as the day went on, they continued to mock you mercilessly for your conversation with rafe and as you taught, you found yourself getting lost in you thoughts. when the camp was over, you made your way to the main desk. the sun had now disappeared behind the grey clouds that had overtaken the sky, giving you a break from the blazing summer heat.

when you got there, you opened your mouth to say something, but the receptionist simply held up a finger and handed you a note, effectively silencing you. you opened up the note and read the somewhat sloppy handwriting inside;

sorry i had to cancel, family emergency came up

text me and we can arrange a new date ;)

xxx-xxx-xxxx

the money then fell out of the note. you looked at it all and realized it was the money he would’ve been paying if you two had played. you quickly put his number into your phone and shot him a short message before stuffing your phone in your pocket and getting on with your afternoon.

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