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hi i was wondering if you could do a rafe smut with breeding and dirty talk? where the reader is wearing a dress and he makes her keep it on? i love your fics!

Of course.

Sunflower Dress

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, slight orgasm control, possible dub-con, creampie, sub!reader, dirty talk, breeding kink, a bit of spanking.

Summary: When Rafe Cameron comes home to find the reader in the dress he bought her, he decides to play out a fantasy that has been flooding his mind ever since he purchased that dress.

Word count: 2009

Setting down the whipping cream, I walk to the fridge and grab some butter, bell peppers, celery sticks, and two onions. I toss the vegetables onto the cutting board and set the butter container down on the kitchen counter before grabbing a butcher knife from the butcher block next to the stove.

Having already washed my hands, I begin to chop up the vegetables on the cutting board; first the bell peppers, then the celery, and then the onions. Once everything is finely chopped, I turn on one of the stove burners and scoop some butter onto the metal skillet on the stovetop. Then, I toss in the chopped vegetables, allowing them to saute in the salty butter.

I turn around, open the drawer behind me, and grab the long wooden spoon inside of it before turning back around to face the metal skillet on the stove. I move around the cooking vegetables with the spoon, making sure to get them all coated in butter before setting the wooden spoon aside.

I walk over to the door that leads to the pantry and open it before walking inside. "Bay leaves, bay leaves," I mumble under my breath as I search for something I need for the recipe I'm doing.

"Gotcha!" I say, grabbing a clear bottle filled with green leaves. Once I pull it off the shelf, I exit the walk-in pantry and close the door behind me. I set the bay leaves down on the counter before grabbing the wooden spoon I set aside a few moments ago and stirring the vegetable sautéing in the skillet.

Arms suddenly wrap around me, and I gasp. The spoon nearly falls from my hand, and a low chuckle emits from the person behind me. "Scared you?" a deep voice says. Rafe.

I sigh with relief when I hear his voice. "Don't do that," I tell him, smiling as his warmth engulfs me.

"Do what?" he says into my ear, feigning ignorance.

"Sneak up on me like that," I tell him, and he chuckles. "This is my house, you know?" he reminds me, and I roll my eyes.

I regain my grip on the wooden spoon in my hand and begin moving around the cooking vegetables as I soak up Rafe's warmth. I inhale the scent of the vegetables and smile.

"You're wearing the dress I bought you," Rafe observes, placing a small kiss on my shoulder. I smile. "Mhm. And cooking you dinner." I called Mr. C yesterday and asked if I could make Rafe dinner here, and he said that was perfectly fine. I wanted to thank Rafe for the dress he bought, which is why I'm making his favorite dish right now. Crawfish and crab bisque.

"It's a good thing I'm hungry then," he tells me.

"You'll have to wait an hour. It takes a bit to cook," I tell him, turning the fire lower.

"I know," he tells me, "but that's not what I want to eat right now."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Then what do you want to—oh." His hands grab the skirts of my sunflower dress and raise them up. Then, he gets to his knees.

"Rafe, I'm cooking," I object as he grabs the hem of my panties, dragging them down.

"And I'm eating," he says before spreading my legs and diving into my core.

I gasp when I first feel his tongue, and I immediately set the spoon down on the counter so I don't drop it. With my hands now free, I quickly grab the edge of the countertop to hold on.

"Oh God," I breathe as Rafe takes my clit into his mouth. He begins sucking on it, and I moan.

My knuckles go white as I hold onto the countertop, and my eyes flutter closed as Rafe takes what he wants from me.

I feel Rafe's fingers toy with my inner thighs, trailing higher and higher until they reach my pussy. Once they do, he easily slides in two fingers, forcing a moan out of me. He chuckles when he hears it, the vibrations hitting my clit and making me moan again.

He begins to slowly ease his fingers out of me before slowly sliding them back in. He repeats this process over and over as he sucks and licks my clit into his mouth, leaving me a frustrated mess.

"Stop teasing me, Rafe," I beg, turning my head so I can meet his gaze.

He just smirks wickedly and lifts his head so he can speak. "When you cum, it will be on my cock. And nowhere else."

I whimper, and he just chuckles before standing up and grabbing my waist, turning me around. He smashes his lips against mine and slips his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself. I moan at the taste, and Rafe smothers the sound with his mouth.

"Please fuck me," I request, and he smirks. "As you wish, pretty girl."

Upon hearing his words, I move my hands down and grab the hem of my dress. I go to raise it up, but Rafe catches my wrists in his hands. "No."

My eyebrows furrow at him not allowing me to pull up my dress, and he seems to notice because he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear and says, "the dress stays on. I want to fuck my little slut in the dress I bought her."

A gasp escapes my lips at his words, and the corner of his lips curls upward.

I feel his hands grab my waist, and before I can say anything, he turns us around and pushes me on top of the kitchen island. He spreads my legs apart so that he can see my pussy and swears. "So fucking wet."

I nod, scared that if I try to say something, it won't come out.

"All for me, right?" he asks, and I nod.

His eyes narrow, and he grabs my face in his hand, squeezing my cheeks with his fingers. "Words."

"All for you," I tell him, and he lets go of my face. "That's right," he says, unbuckling his belt. He frees himself from his pants and boxers before taking a step forward. He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes fixed on the movement. "My perfect slut. All mine."

"Yours," I breathe, and his eyes darken. Without giving me any chance to object, he lines up with my entrance and shoves in.

I gasp at the stretch, and he chuckles. "You can take me. I know you can," he coos into my ear, pulling out until just the tip is in me. With a dark look, he slams back in, causing a whimper to escape my lips.

"It's too big, Rafe. I can't," I whimper as I grab onto his arms to hold on. Even when he gives me a lot of preparation, the stretch is always almost too much.

"You'll take it," he says, groaning as he fucks me. "You were made for me. My perfect little whore." He grabs one of my hands and brings it down until it is between my legs. "Rub your clit." I give him a weak nod and begin rubbing tight circles into my clit, moaning as pleasure starts to coil low in my stomach.

"Oh, God," I moan as he fucks me.

I feel Rafe yank my hair, and I whimper in pain.

"God isn't fucking you," he snarls into my ear. "God isn't making you feel this way." He yanks my hair again, making my scalp burn with pain. "I am."

Rafe yanks me off of the kitchen island before turning me over. He bends me over the island and pushes into me again before I can even realize what is happening.

"Say it," he demands, his thrusts getting harder.

I whimper at the sudden harshness of his thrusts, unable to say what he wants.

I hear a snarl, and then, a harsh smack lands on my ass, and I gasp.

"I said fucking say it," he snarls, sending another smack to my ass.

"You are!" I yell before he can spank me again.

"I'm what?" he asks.

"You're fucking me, Rafe," I tell him as I feel the pleasure in my pussy getting stronger and stronger. "Only you make me feel like this."

"That's right."

Moaning, I move my hand between my legs so I can rub my clit again.

"I've been thinking lately," Rafe says as he fucks me. "Everyone knows you're mine, but there are still some people who don't seem to be able to respect when someone isn't available." He emphasizes this with a rough thrust.

"When I see the guys at the country club looking at you, I want to snap their fucking necks, but I know I can't do that," he continues, grabbing my hair. He yanks me off of the kitchen island and pulls me into his chest. My head falls onto his shoulder, and I turn my head so I can kiss him. He returns the kiss and sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before biting down on it hard enough to draw blood. I moan in pain, and he smirks against my lips.

"I know how to get them to stop. I know how to make it so no one will ever touch you or look at you again," he says against my lips.

"How?" I manage to ask.

He just smirks and shoves me back over the kitchen island. "Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?"

I nod my head, unable to give him a verbal answer. I rub my clit faster and back up into Rafe's thrusts. That plus the dirty things Rafe begins to whisper into my ear are all it takes for pleasure to wrack my body.

I cum with a loud moan that Rafe doesn't even try to smother. My nails dig into the marble kitchen island, and my body shakes as pleasure soars through my veins.

When my orgasm ends, I turn my head so I can look at Rafe.

His hair is wild and sticking to his face, and he has his lip caught between his teeth as he fucks me with brutal thrusts. I watch him as he gets wrapped up in the pleasure he seeks, so much so that I don't even notice him finishing inside of me until he pulls out and gets to his knees, smirking as he looks at my pussy.

When I finally do come to my senses and realize that Rafe just finished inside of me knowing that I'm not on birth control, my eyes widen, and I gasp. "Rafe! I'm not on birth control. You know that!"

He just smirks. "If you're carrying my child, no man will ever be a threat to me."

My eyes widen even more at his words. "Rafe, I can't be pregnant right now!"

He stands up and leans over me so that his torso is pressed against my back. "You can, and you will. I'm going to ruin you for everyone else."

"Rafe—"

"Don't you want my babies?" he asks, offense slightly lacing his tone.

"Yes, but—"

He takes a step backward, grabs my arm, and gently turns me around before cupping my face in his hands. "Then, that's it. Don't worry about anything else. What matters is that you want my child."

From the look in his eyes, I can tell that he wants this, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared.

"Rafe, I'm scared." I don't know the first thing about being a mother, and he doesn't know the first thing about being a father.

"Don't be. All you have to do is trust me. Do you trust me?"

For a few moments, I am silent. I look into his eyes but say nothing as I try to figure out whether I trust him enough to have his child.

But after a few long moments, I give a small nod. "I trust you."

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