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See You Later Daddy~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Daddy Kink,P-IN-V Sex, unprotected sex
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Rafe’s getting ready to leave and go hang out with Topper and Kelce. I don’t want him to leave, and I know just the trick to get him to stay home.
“Do you have to go?" I whine, holding on to Rafe as he tries to get dressed.
"Yes, I do. Now let go so I can get ready.” Rafe chuckles, trying to get me off.
"Whatever,” I scoffed, walking away only to feel a harsh slap on my ass.
“Lose the attitude.” Rafe chuckled
I’m sitting on my phone scrolling through Instagram when Rafe walks out of the bathroom, all dressed, heading straight towards me.
"Alright, I’m leaving. I love you.” Rafe leans in, trying to get me a kiss, but I dodge him.
"Uh, uh, don’t do that. Give me a kiss.” Rafe leans in, but I keep dodging him, laughing.
“GIVE ME A KISS!” Rafe yelled, grabbing me.
“No.” I laughed, trying to escape him.
“Don’t be a brat.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing my face and placing a rough, wet kiss on my lips.
“I don’t want you to leave.” I pout, crossing my arms.
“I’ll be back before you know it.” He placed another kiss on my lips, softer this time.
I just sit back, watching Rafe walk towards the door, already knowing how I’m going to get him to stay.
"Alright, see you later, daddy.” I smiled watching him walk out. My smile turns into a smirk when I see the door open back up.
“What did you just say?” He asked, walking back in
"Nothing.” I smiled innocently, shrugging my shoulders.
"Okay, I love you.” He looked at me suspiciously as I walked out.
“I love you too, daddy.” I smirked at seeing him walk back in.
“You know exactly what you’ve doing.” Rafe smirked, closing the door behind him and locking it. “I’m not doing anything.” I shrugged.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?" I look at my phone, trying to ignore Rafe, who was walking towards me with the stupid, sexy smirk of his.
"Mmhh, what did you say?" He smirks, getting in my face.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be? Toppers probably wonder where you’re at.” I lean back so he isn’t in my face.
“I don’t give a fuck.” He shrugged, taking off his shirt.
"Bye, see you later.” I look back at my phone.
“You’re going to see me later when you turn back around.” Rafe smirked, unbuckling his pants, leaving him in his boxers.
“RAFE.” I squeal when Rafe grabs me by my ankle, dragging me to the end of the bed.
“You think I’m stupid; you know exactly what you were doing.” Rafe smirked, grabbing my phone out of my hand and tossing in at the top of the bed.
Threading your fingers through his soft blonde hair, your eyes fluttered closed as he stroked from your ankles with both his hands, up towards your knee and to your inner thighs.
Only before dragging them back down again. Rafe pressed a sweet kiss to the inside of your thighs, urging you to spread your legs a little farther before dragging his lips back down.
His lips press against your ankles and your knees. He's teasing you, and you know it.
“Please don’t tease me.” I begged
Rafe licked a flat stripe up your pussy before settling for kitten licks on your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” I moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Rafe continued to lick at you. His tongue was swirling and sucking in all the right places, making the most obscene noises that were mixed with your whines and whimpers.
Rafe hummed against you, slipping two fingers into you, his eyes trained on your expression above him. Rafe was good at eating you out; he knew everything you liked and exactly how you liked it.
“You like that, baby?” Rafe asked, curling his fingers and instantly hitting that soft spot in you.
"Yes, god, yes, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’m going to cum.” I moaned, warping my hands in his hair to push him back down.
“Yeah, you're going to cum, baby."
"Yes, Rafe, yes, don’t stop, don’t stop.” I moan, but right before I could, Rafe instantly stopped pumping his fingers, removing all contact from me.
"No, no, no, what the fuck, Rafe?" I was literally about to sob.
"Uh, uh, not yet.” Rafe chuckled, grabbing me and flipping me on my stomach.
”I told you you would be seeing me later when you turned back around. Rafe instantly propped me up on my knees, pushing me down in the middle of my back with my ass in the air.
"Rafe,” I moaned when he slid in, instantly thrusting slowly.
"Fuck, you're dripping," he groaned, chuckling as he toyed with you.
"Please, Rafe, stop teasing me.” I whined
“That’s not my name." Rafe smacks my ass, speeding up a little.
“What’s my name, baby?” Rafe wraps his arms around my throat, pulling me onto my knees as my back collides with his chest.
“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” I whimpered.
“Oh god, Daddy, faster.” I moan when his pace speeds up.
Pushing myself backwards, I met his rhythm as he drilled into me, his balls slapping against my skin as he buried his cock into me as deep as he could go with every aggressive thrust.
I could feel the head kissing against the sweet spot in the back of my walls, my trembling pussy sucking him in and hugging around him as he groaned.
"So hot and tight." Rafe groaned, yanking me back into every hard thrust of his hips. His cock was so hard and deep. I could barely think or breathe.
mouth begging for relief, but your body demanded more. "I can feel how close you are." His words had my inner walls clenching and my eyes squeezing shut as pleasure pulsed through me. My hips lift on their own, aching for him to reach deeper.
Rafe’s hand dips between my thighs to press on my clit, and a choked sound leaves me as my body shakes.
“Come on, baby, I know you’re close. I can feel you squeezing me.” Rafe groaned, pushing me flat on my stomach.
“Oh god, Rafe, oh God.”
I cum hard, my body jerking beneath his as I bite my own arm to keep from screaming. A deep, sexy moan echos in my ear as he finishes inside me, fucking me slow and deep until we're both spent and fighting to catch our breath.
We’re both quiet, trying to catch our breaths, when Rafe’s phone starts ringing.
“It’s Topper.”
3AM~Rafe Cameron
WARRING:Cussing,Fingering
I let out a sigh as I closed the front door. I slid my heels off quietly and gently sat my purse on the counter, only grabbing my phone. I got a quick look at the stovetop, and the time was 3:29 a.m.
oh shit.
I tip-toed up the stairs, being as quiet as I could. I finally walked to our bedroom and peeked the door open. Once I felt like it was safe, I stepped in. I quickly turned around and closed the door. I let out a relieved sigh and tossed my head back.
"Where have you been?"
I jumped at the voice and looked over to our bed. Fuck, I've been caught.
"I was out with the girls, like I told you." I tossed my phone on the bed and looked at him, watching as he slowly stood up and walked towards me.
"It's 3 in the morning. Where have you been?" he asked again.
"Why do I have to tell you?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"What time did I tell you to come back, 11 right. It's 3; you were out doing something you weren't supposed to be doing. and you're drunk, I can smell it." Rafe scoffed.
Shit, there's no getting out of this.
"First of all, I'm not drunk." I scoffed.
"Watch your tone with me," he said, grabbing my chin and making me look at him.
"Where the fuck were you?" he asked. I whimpered as his grip tightened.
"I was at a party," I signed.
"Now you're not going anywhere else since you want to lie and shit, understand?" He tilted his head.
"y-yes"
"Great, now go get in the shower. You smell like alcohol," he smirked, leaving a gentle kiss on my lips, standing up straight. I sighed, walking into the bathroom and locking the door.
Tossing on one of Rafe's t-shirts that went past my knees, I walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Rafe was still awake, but I think he's mad. Hmm, let's see. I gently slid his phone out of his hand and clicked it off.
"Stop looking like you want to kill me." I placed my hand on his cheek, running my thumb over his lips.
"Stop doing stupid shit that makes me want to kill you." He rolled his eyes, kissing my thumb and sliding his hands under my shirt.
"I'm sorry." I removed my hand and pecked his lips. He smiled at me and flipped us over. I guess he's not mad.
I felt him slide his hand down my body before dragging his hand up to his lips and spitting on his fingers before placing them straight onto my heat, causing me to jump.
I placed my hand in his hair griping and pulling it as he rubbed my clit with his thumb.
“Oh god, Rafe, please.” I moan as he speeds up.
As soon as I started to get closer, he smirked, suddenly stopping his movement and pulling my shirt back down.
"What the fuck, Rafe?"
"Your drunk, shut up," he cut me off, laying back in his spot.
"You’re such a piece of shit." I glared at him.
"Mhm, goodnight, babe," he yawned, leaning over and turning the lights off.
STRANGERS AGAIN, JJ MAYBANK | Disponible en Wattpad.
──Tiene sentido ──afirmó Amelie, pensativa. JJ la observó con su ceño fruncido, sin terminar de entenderla──. Quiero decir, Mallory es... superior a mi en todos los aspectos posibles.
──¿En verdad crees eso? ──cuestionó JJ, acercándose a Amelie con lentitud, tan dolido como ella. ¿Cómo podía pensar aquello teniéndolo a él a su merced?
A JJ no le preocupaba Mallory, ni mucho menos lo que ella piense sobre él y Amelie. Tan solo quería lograr quitarle a Amelie toda esa inseguridad. Deseaba que ella pudiese verse con sus ojos, y así, podría estar satisfecha con ella misma. Según JJ, ella es tan extraordinaria, que la palabra "perfección" no bastaría para detallar cada hermosa particularidad que él le encontraba.
──Pues... Mallory es... bastante bonita.
──Y tú eres jodidamente hermosa, Ames.
STRANGERS AGAIN, JJ Maybank ! disponible en wattpad (solicitar link).
❝ i remember when i first noticed that you liked me back ❞
──Vamos, Ames...
Tras no obtener respuesta alguna de la nombrada, JJ suspiró, dándose por vencido.
Y así, sumidos en la incomodidad del silencio, Amelie y JJ examinaron la zona tal y como Pope lo había mandado.
Era extraño estar siendo acompañada por JJ y estar en silencio. Por lo general, de entre todos los integrantes del grupo, JJ y Amelie eran los más charlatanes, y era peor si se encontraban juntos. Pero ahora, estaban juntos, y en silencio. Un silencio que pareció durar años.
──Ames, vamos, no puedes estar enfadada conmigo hasta que mueras ──resopló JJ, con súplica──. ¿O si? ──añadió para él, pensativo.
Finalmente, Amelie decidió dar su brazo a torcer. Se dio la media vuelta y enfrentó al rubio.
──Sí puedo ──inició ella con su reproche──. Anoche me dijiste cosas hirientes. Cosas que sabes que me duelen oír. No te importó lastimarme, ¿y ahora quieres que finja que nada ha pasado? ──cuestionó, incrédula.
JJ observó sus zapatos con incomodidad. Luego, su mirada volvió a subir a Amelie.
──Lo sé, admito que estuve mal... pero sabes que no se me da muy bien pedir disculpas. Nunca lo he hecho. O al menos, nunca había sentido este tipo de arrepentimiento en serio ──contestó JJ, con mirada suplicante. A pesar de lo convincente que sonó, Amelie no se rindió.
──Pues conmigo deberás aprender a pedir disculpas ──aseguró, ganándose una derrotada mirada por parte de JJ. Él no parecía estar seguro de que aquello vaya a salir bien, por lo que volvió a murmurar──. Me lastimaste, JJ. Eras la última persona que me hubiera imaginado diciéndome tales cosas...
──Soy un idiota, Amelie. No... no merezco que me perdones, solo estaba... ──titubeaba JJ, pero, cuando estuvo por llegar al final, pareció arrepentirse de la información que casi iba a soltar──. Estaba... Mierda.
──Te dejaré pensarlo ──dijo Amelie, queriendo alejarse.
Sin querer su alejamiento otra vez, JJ extendió una de sus manos y tomó la mano de Amelie, deteniéndola.
──Espera, por favor ──pidió, asegurándose de que Amelie no volvería a intentar escapar.
La razón por la que se mantuvo allí fue porque JJ en verdad se veía arrepentido. Amelie tenía en cuenta que JJ jamás suplicaba o rogaba, mucho menos por un perdón de ella.
──Estaba celoso ──finalmente, lo soltó. Lo soltó tan rápido que Amelie no pudo asegurarse de que había oído bien. Tan rápido, que él pareció arrepentirse tras ver la duda en Amelie.
──¿Celoso? ¿Por qué? ──interrogó la castaña. Desde que tenía uso de razón, JJ nunca se había puesto celoso por ella.
──Porque... yo... ──JJ parecía querer decir algo, pero, sea lo que sea, no lo hizo, y Amelie tuvo que quedarse con la tortuosa duda──. Porque creí que nos dejarías por Jack. Que... serían buenos amigos como... nosotros.
Amelie reprimió una risa. JJ frunció su ceño, sospechando que Amelie había descubierto su mentira.
──Puedo tener más amigos que ustedes, JJ ──explicó ella, intentando no demostrar lo raro que se le estaba haciendo hablar con su mejor amigo sobre los celos──. Eso no significa que los dejaré. Nadie sería capaz de tener una amistad como la que tengo contigo. Jamás. Es, científicamente, imposible.
Esta vez fue JJ quien sonrió, sus hombros parecieron dejar de estar tensos.
──Me alegra saber eso ──aseguró, aunque hubiese sido mentira, de cierta manera, sí le agradaba saberlo──. Hablando en serio, Ames, perdóname por ser un idiota y decirte todas esas cosas de las que, por cierto, no estoy de acuerdo.
──Está bien, cuando estamos enfadados decimos cosas que sabemos que le hieren al otro, pero eso no significa que creamos eso.
Luego, llegaron los segundos más largos en la vida de ambos. JJ sonrió con ternura, encontrándose nuevamente con los ojos de Amelie. Esos que siempre le recordaban que, si le gustaba, podría hacerlo cada vez más con tan solo mirarlos.
Tal vez, ambos pensaron en el otro más de lo que deberían durante toda su amistad. Porque allí, mirándose mutuamente, pudieron encontrar todos esos recuerdos en los que desearon ser más que amigos.
Allí, Amelie y JJ descubrieron que, tal vez, aquellos sentimientos eran correspondidos.
Una de las manos de JJ se posó sobre la mejilla de Amelie. La acunó con delicadeza y acarició su rostro, como si de un trozo de cristal se tratase, admirando su suavidad. Amelie cerró sus ojos, dejándose llevar. A pesar de no verlo, supo que JJ continuó observándola.
──Ames...
