Were So Taylor Swift Coded July 7th Were Going To Have A Very Enchanting Date Darling

We’re so Taylor Swift coded🤭 July 7th we’re going to have a very enchanting date darling

Actually you’re just going to move in with me at this point

bby we're written by taylor swift for sure cause you are the best thing thats ever been mine. (like my thoughts are always echoing your name)

sounds good to me i make a killer breakfast in bed

this was unreal truly

18+, minors dni

hello it’s me again. this time i can’t stop thinking about the first time rafe comes in you.

i mean, imagine how hot it would be? 

it would start with you sucking rafe’s dick on the sofa all slow and lazily, the sound of your wet mouth turning him on. then, you’d get up and straddle him, hands intertwining with his.

“i want you to come inside me.” you’d casually say as you slide down onto his cock.

to say the least, rafe’s shocked. 

although, it’s not totally out of nowhere; the idea had been brought up in conversation before. he made sure you were both safe and ready when the time came. 

but he still hadn’t expected you to bring it up right this moment.

and it’s the way you stare into his eyes with determination as you say it. the seriousness lacing the tone of your voice as you bounced and grinded on his dick.

“give it to me,” you say, dragging the approval out of your boyfriend. your mind already set on making him come in you; just utterly relentless — merciless even. “i want it.”

it doesn’t matter how much he tries to hold out, he’s helpless under your touch. the thought of him coming inside you is enough to push him to the brink, and the way he watches your tits bounce as you fuck yourself on him doesn’t help his case either.

you drag your nails across his chest, moaning in pleasure when you see the familiar furrow of his brows. 

“you gonna come in my pussy?” you tease.

“uh huh.” he grits out, hands squeezing tight on your hips.

you’re watching him — watching the way his muscles flex beneath your fingertips, watching the way he breathes shakily, and you feel a rush of heat pour into you while his strong arms hold you down his dick.

“fuck, baby.” he mumbles into your hair, releasing inside you. “feels so good…”

you wriggle your hips a bit and he loosens his grip, feeling how soaked you are, full of his load. it makes you clench around him, the current sensitivity drawing out a small noise from rafe. though it’s soon replaced by a breathily laugh as he abruptly lifts you off his cock.

it’s an entire new feeling altogether.

it’s the way rafe’s hands grip right under your ass, fingers spreading your pussy open as he lifts you; the mixture of your arousal and his come leaking out and trickling down your thigh.

you watch your boyfriend stare at you in awe as you try to collect as much of it on your finger before lifting it to your mouth to taste it. 

& before you know it, you feel his own fingers pushing back into your cunt.

he stares at his glistening digits pumping slowly in and out of you, and when you lean back with your hands flat on his thighs, he starts to finger you properly, one vein in his arm popping just as he makes you come.

you settle back onto his lap and you kiss him hard, grinding up on his dick.

“fuck me again, rafey.” you’d plead in a whisper, lips brushing up against his as he carefully picks you up and pushes you onto your back, sliding his fingers up and down your dripping slit before replacing them with the head of his cock, rubbing your arousal around as he pushes it back in for another round.

I’m fine, this is fine, everything is okay in my brain. Legs are in fact wide open for totally no reason

AHHHHHHH🫠

such a good girl for me huh so responsive

And thirds and fourths and fifths too please🥰

okay and some extra morning sex after we wake up to truly seal the deal

(im not letting you leave the bed and thats that)

Your eyes look like coming home🫶🏻

(I wouldn’t want it any other way baby👀)

no fr have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years🥺

{but i can think of so many ways i can have you tho (im so sorry) }

this has changed my brain chemistry. changed the trajectory of my life. the way you potrayed the perfect little figure 8 house wife trope is blowing my mind actually.

chemtrails over the country club

“washing my hair, doing the laundry, late night tv, i want you on me”

rafe cameron x housewife!reader, smut under the cut — be warned! dom/sub undertones, spit kink, blowjobs, reader sucks rafe off in front of barry 🤭 100 follower special

You and Rafe had been dating for a little less than half a year and his family loved you. Ward and Rose had never seen Rafe actually take someone’s feelings into account. Ever since they saw your relationship dynamic, they made it their job to make it stick.

When Rafe had freakouts, you went running to Rose, who told you that you’re the only person he listens to and that if you got married, he would never act that way again. At family dinners, Ward spoke to Rafe, telling him how much he loved you. He said you were perfect match, mentioning how you would be the perfect wife. These comments became a normality.

It really got to Rafe; he was constantly thinking of you as his little housewife, baking for him, running around with his kids, drinking at the country club. He proposed soon after, you two had a beautiful wedding, and now it’s better than he ever could’ve imagined.

You would do anything he said. He wanted a beer? It was immediately in his hand. He was hungry? You had made a three-course meal and some cookies for later. He had a hard day and needed something to take his anger out on? You were on your knees, begging for him to use your throat and fuck you senseless. It was like getting married flipped a switch in your mind.

He loved this newly developed obedience. Sure, you had almost always done what he said when you were dating, but you had been a brat about it (most Kook girls were, considering they had everything they wanted handed to them on a silver platter), but now there’s never anything but happiness in your voice as you follow his every order.

For example, this evening, you were cooking dinner for him when he walked in the door, slamming it with a large and dramatic sigh.

“How was your day, baby?” you had asked him, preparing for a 40-minute break-down of everything that went wrong.

“Fucking terrible,” he walked behind you, snaking his arms around your waist, talking despite his face cradling into your neck, “Hey, I invited someone over for dinner tonight, can you make a few changes and make enough food for one more?”

You smiled, leaning into his touch, “Sure, I’m only starting the main course. I just have to make more salads then I can come back to this. Who’s coming over?”

“Mmm, just Barry-”

“I don’t want him to come over, you’ll just do coke.”

He sighed into your neck, “Baby, I would never do that if you didn’t want me to.”

“Good, because if you do coke tonight, I might just die,” you joked, turning around and finally seeing his face. He looked exhausted.

“Are you sure you don’t want to cancel? You look worn out.”

“No, if I talk to him today, I’ll be done with business for the week. Then I get to see you for the rest of it.”

You sighed, “That does sound nice.”

“I know it does, baby,” he said as he leaned in for a kiss. You pulled away almost right away, leaving him confused.

“What time is he going to be here?”

He thought for a second, “I think 6:00.”

You glanced at the clock, “Shit, get out! I need to finish the food in time.”

He laughed lightly as you ushered him out of the kitchen, pulling him in for a genuine kiss before he could leave the room entirely.

When the doorbell rang at 6:00, the table was set and you were rushing down the steps to answer the door.

“Barry! It’s so good to see you! Come in, we’ll be eating in there,” you said, motioning to the dining room.

As he walked in, you took his coat and offered him a drink, which he accepted. As you went off to get the beer he asked for, he sat at the table across from Rafe.

“You’ve really got her trained, man.”

Rafe smiled ever so slightly, “No, she came like that.”

You brought in the food and drinks and made polite conversation, chatting until Rafe told you to leave because they had “business to take care of.” You smiled politely, asking what time they wanted dessert before excusing yourself from the table.

You made the finishing touches on the cake, humming to yourself while keeping an eye on the clock. As soon as the clock hit 7:00, you were back in the dining room, carefully carrying two plates, each adorned with a beautifully cut slice of cake.

“Right on time, baby,” Rafe praised, making you blush as you set the plates down. He loved that he still had that effect on you.

“Should I stay?” you asked.

Barry cleared his throat, “Actually, baby, Rafe was just telling me that you do a lot for him and gave me an example I was just fascinated by. Would you mind showing me?”

“What is it?” you asked, glancing at your husband, who had a proud look on his face.

“C’mere, baby.” You walked towards Rafe, who had pulled his chair back, not having the slightests clue what he was planning. Was he going to make you sit on his lap? Embarrass yourself?

“Good girl, now get on your knees.” You did what he asked, thrown off-guard, but not wanting to disappoint him.

“Open,” he tapped your jaw. You opened your mouth and he spit in it. You swallowed with burning cheeks, opening again to show him it was gone.

“You’re going to show Barry how good you suck me off, okay?” You nodded, blushing furiously, and started to undo his pants, hearing a chair scrape against the floor. The floor you had just perfected, you really hope it didn’t make a mark. Then, you saw Barry sitting next to Rafe, getting a better seat to observe you.

You pulled down Rafe’s underwear and spit in your hand, starting to stroke his cock. He groaned at the image and bucked into your hand. You smiled at the action; you loved how responsive he was.

Finally, after what felt like ages, but what was probably less than a minute, you leaned forward, kitten-licking the tip. He sighed at the feeling, looking down at you and meeting your eyes. As soon as you made eye contact with him, you took him into your mouth, pressing your tongue on the vein of his cock. He put his hands in your hair, making it into a ponytail and starting to thrust into your mouth.

You adjusted the way you were sitting so you were sitting directly on Rafe’s foot, grinding against it. He looked down, noticing your movements and laughed to himself before looking over at Barry.

“Isn’t she just a perfect little whore? She’s getting off on sucking my dick.” You whined around him at the way he was talking about you, as if you weren’t even there.

“A match made in heaven,” Barry replied as he took in your position.

You were seeing stars. It was like the fact that they were ignoring you while watching you so closely was bringing you closer to orgasm.

Your eyes were watering as Rafe forced his cock down your throat, making your mascara smudge. It was always so satisfying to Rafe to see you like this, knowing he was the one that ruined you. That thought alone brought him to the edge, finally cumming down your throat.

He pulled you off of him and lifted you onto his lap. He grabbed his glass of water and handed it to you, which you took graciously, drinking almost half.

Then you spoke, barely above a whisper, “Rafe, I didn’t cum.”

“Mm, does my girl wanna come? You’ve gotta beg, baby.”

You whined, “Please, Rafe, I’ll do anything. I just wanna come, please, please, please.”

He smiled at you, “Hmm… Maybe after dessert. We still haven’t eaten it yet. Go get washed up, baby.”