frat!gooner!rafe sending you porn in the middle of the day like “this looks like u” “we’re gonna try this when u get home”
rafe sending you this video and captioning it ‘shit makes me think of you and that pretty face. don’t know if i wanna fuck it or just look at it whilst im in that pussy’ and you just reply like ‘rafe i am in a class i am NOT opening that😭 also its 8am’
c/w ᝰ.ᐟ unprotected p in v, teasing, pet names (sweetheart, sunshine, pretty, baby + no y/n), oral (f. receiving), fingering, mutual pining, cream pie + one very down bad handyman ⋆✴︎.ᐟ
Knock. Knock.
“Coming!”
Your voice carries through the apartment over the steady trickle of water somewhere inside. Rain boots squeak across the soaked hardwood as you hurry toward the front door, splashing through a puddle before yanking it open.
The second you see Rafe standing in the hallway, relief crashes into you so hard you don’t even think before reaching for him. Your fingers wrap around his wrist, tugging him over the threshold while you kick the door shut behind him with your boot.
“Oh, thank god.” You let out a breathy laugh, already pulling him farther inside before he has the chance to say hello. “Thank you so much for coming over. I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing.”
Rafe barely manages two steps before he stops. “…Jesus.”
His eyes move slowly around the apartment, taking everything in without saying anything. Every towel you own has been thrown across the floor in an obvious attempt to stop the water that has already escaped the laundry room and spread halfway through the kitchen.
Damp clothes hang from cabinet handles, dining chairs, doorknobs, and the oven handle, dripping steadily into baking sheets and mismatched bowls you’d shoved underneath them to catch the water.
A pastel floral duvet is draped across the backs of two barstools, three bras spin lazily from the ceiling fan, and a string bikini is looped around the refrigerator handle.
The whole apartment smells like fresh laundry, warm vanilla, and clean cotton lingering in the air beneath the faint scent of standing water. It’s complete chaos.
“I’ve been trying,” you blurt out before he can say anything else, throwing both hands toward the disaster surrounding the two of you. “I Googled it.”
“I can tell.”
“I watched, like…” You squint toward the ceiling, trying to remember. “…Seven videos?” He nods once. “And every single one told me to do something different.”
“I believe that.”
“So then I panicked.”
His eyes drift back toward the puddles stretching across your floor before settling on you again. “…Yeah.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “I can see that.”
“Come here.” You wave him toward the laundry room. “It’s worse over here.”
His head dips as a soft laugh escapes through his nose, though it disappears almost as quickly as it came.
Rafe follows without a word, stepping carefully around a towel as his boots splash through the thin layer of water covering the floor.
You’ve somehow managed to get yourself almost as wet as the apartment. Damp strands of hair cling to your forehead while everything else has been shoved impatiently behind your ears, your fitted white tank hugging your frame.
That tiny jean skirt kisses your upper thighs, creeping higher every time you step over another puddle, bright yellow rain boots squeaking against the tile as you stop beside the open washing machine and look back at him with the most hopeful expression you can manage.
“There she is,” you whisper sheepishly.
Rafe steps up beside you and looks into the drum. The washer isn’t full of clothes anymore because you already hauled every last piece out by hand. It’s still nearly full of cloudy blue water, soap suds floating across the top thick enough that he can’t even see the bottom.
“It won’t drain,” you explain, chewing lightly on your bottom lip.
“Alright.” He reaches for the cuffs of his flannel, rolling one sleeve up before doing the other, exposing his forearms. By the time he finishes, he can already feel your eyes on him.
Your lips part ever so slightly, your attention catching on his hands before drifting farther up his forearms, getting completely lost somewhere between the strength in his hands and the quiet concentration written across his face when he reaches in to check the depth. The water skims his flannel and it’s clear—the shirt has to go.
“This okay?” he asks, already shrugging off one shoulder. Your mouth goes a little dry, lips still parted, lashes fluttering when he asks you again. “Sweetheart?”
The pet name does nothing for your sanity, your cheeks blooming with warmth as you try to answer a question you never heard. “Hmm?”
“My shirt? Can I take it off?” he asks through a chuckle.
“Of course,” you smile. “Take anything off.”
A quiet snort slips out before he can stop it as he strips the plaid fabric off his body, showing off the white cutoff t-shirt underneath. He wraps the bigger shirt around his waist, cinching it with a knot before adjusting the bandana on his head.
“Let’s see what kind of mess you’ve gotten yourself into, sunshine.”
His bandana keeps most of his hair pushed back, though a few stubborn pieces still fall forward across his forehead as he squints down into the machine. The cutoff shirt stretches tightly across his shoulders every time he shifts his weight, the muscles in his arms flexing beneath sun-tanned skin as he twists the center agitator back and forth.
“…C’mon,” he grunts under his breath. You watch his jaw tighten as he gives it one more firm pull.
The agitator slides free. Rafe takes a careful step backward, lifting the surprisingly heavy piece out of the washer with both hands. The movement makes the muscles in his forearms tighten beneath his skin, veins standing out as he adjusts his grip to keep it from slipping.
His worn blue jeans are tucked into work boots, and for a second you’re so distracted watching him that you almost forget he’s waiting for an answer.
“You got somewhere I can set this?”
“Oh!” You blink hard, snapping back to reality. “Hang on.”
You spin toward the hallway a little too quickly, and the rain boot hits another patch of soapy water. Both feet slide out just enough to send your arms pinwheeling through the air.
“…Oh, shit,” Rafe huffs, his head snapping up instinctively as you manage to catch yourself, bent over at the waist. Nothing but ass and purple lace greeting him as you struggle to find your footing.
He tears his eyes away almost immediately, clearing his throat as heat creeps into his cheeks. His shoulders shake with a quiet laugh he can’t quite hold back, his head tipping to the side as the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen somehow managed to look like she’d stepped onto a sheet of ice.
“I meant to do that,” you smile over your shoulder, scurrying into the bathroom before returning a few seconds later with a thick striped beach towel bundled in your arms.
Rafe blows out a breath as he watches you move, every inch of your apartment a hazard for a slip and fall. He smiles as you lay the towel on the floor, glancing up at him safe and sound.
“Perfect,” he hums, offering you a hand, guiding you closer.
The two of you lean over the washer together, peering into the cloudy blue water that hasn’t budged an inch. Rafe studies the drum a moment before nodding once.
“I think your drain’s clogged,” he mumbles, looking to his left where you stand beside him, but you’re bent over now. The white tank top clinging to your curves is translucent—the purple lace bra underneath cups your breasts so perfectly he can’t help but sigh, the low scoop and soft swell of your breasts leaving him wondering what words left his mouth last and where he was goin’ with any of this.
His heavy eyes lift and you quirk an eyebrow teasingly, your glossed lips drawn to the side.
“Somethin’,” he huffs, and you nod. “I—I think things.” Words leave his lips, but they’re not the ones he’s reaching for. Your giggle fills the little laundry room, his laugh joining it. “Sorry—”
“Don’t be,” you smile, stepping a little closer, watching the breath catch in his chest.
“I think your drain’s clogged,” he says, getting his feet under himself again. Rafe reaches both hands back into the drum, feeling carefully beneath the cloudy water.
His brow furrows a little deeper, the tip of his tongue slipping out to rest lightly against his upper lip while he concentrates, fingertips searching along the bottom where he can’t see.
“Hang on,” he mutters. “I think…” He pinches onto something beneath the water, his expression shifting with recognition. “I think I got something.”
His fingers tighten around whatever he’d managed to catch beneath the hazy water before giving it the gentlest tug.
“Shit…”
“What?” you ask, your eyes widening immediately as you peer over the edge.
“I think it’s gonna rip.”
Your nose scrunches and you laugh softly. “It’s okay.”
“You sure?” he asks, looking back at you. “I don’t wanna wreck your stuff, sweetheart.”
“If it fixes my washer, it fixes my washer,” you say simply, resting your hands on your hips, and he chuckles.
Rafe smiles as he gives the fabric another gentle tug, every muscle through his forearms tightening. His biceps flex with the effort, boots squeaking faintly against the damp tile as he plants himself a little wider.
“Well…” he murmurs, glancing over at you with the smallest smile. “If I break it…” Another careful pull. “…I’m replacin’ it.”
A laugh bubbles out of you almost immediately. “Rafe, you’re not replacing anything.”
“We’ll negotiate later,” Rafe says, his blue eyes flicking toward yours for just a second before he braces himself for another pull.
You let out a breathy little laugh, shaking your head as you fold your hands behind your back. “There is no negotiation.”
“We’ll see,” he hums, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth as he looks back into the washer.
A strip of black lace slips through the cloudy blue water first, dripping between his fingers before hanging there in complete silence.
Water drips steadily from the towels hanging around the apartment while neither of you says a single word. His eyes drop to the lace dangling from his hand before very, very slowly lifting toward you. Yours are already on him. “…Oh.”
He pulls again, and this time pale blue satin slides free beneath the black lace, a delicate strap catching somewhere inside the drain before cherry-red mesh follows behind it, tiny bows glistening with soapy water as they break the surface.
Your lips part and Rafe’s lashes flutter. “I—Umm… I don’t…” He clears his throat when his voice cracks around the words. A horrified giggle escapes you before you can stop it.
“Oh my gosh.” You press both hands over your mouth, already feeling your face warming from your neck all the way to the apples of your cheeks while Rafe looks very deliberately back into the washing machine, trying to focus on literally anything except the fact that he’s somehow standing in your laundry room holding what is very obviously the prettiest collection of panties he’s ever encountered.
“I don’t think I’m done,” he admits after another second.
“You’re kidding,” you sigh.
Bubblegum pink lace slips free this time. Then delicate little white florals. Another gentle pull brings soft lavender mesh knotted through the first three, followed by a ribbon of satin that disappears beneath the growing bundle collecting in his hand.
Somewhere deep inside the drain they’ve managed to twist themselves together into one impossible knot, every tiny strap looping through another until what should’ve been one pair becomes two…then four…then six, the growing chain spilling farther and farther across the striped beach towel you spread on the floor only minutes earlier until you’re in the double digits.
He lets out a slow breath through his nose, the corners of his mouth trembling as he tries not to smile.
“I am so embarrassed—”
“I’m impressed,” he mumbles.
“Stop,” you giggle, holding out a hand to block his handsome face when he catches you peering through your fingers.
“This is quite the collection,” he teases, hissing under his breath in faux pain when you shove at his shoulder.
You cross your arms over your chest, turning away slightly, rubber boots squeaking against the tile when a little whistle breezes past his lips. The culprit of it all, the white lace t-string that barely qualifies as underwear in the first place, threads through his thick, rough fingers. The final pair of panties in the makeshift line.
He looks down at you, the dimple in his cheek deepening, waiting to catch your eye again.
“C’mon, pretty. Don’t be like that,” he chuckles as he drops the panty chain to the floor in a heap, reaching for you as he straightens, his hand settling against your hip to turn you toward him.
Your heart beats a little faster when his blue eyes rest on your lips, the tension in his shoulders unwinding when your mouth tips into a smile.
“I can’t believe there were that many,” you whisper, trying not to laugh.
“That’s what I’m sayin’,” he sighs, glancing at the pile before returning his attention to you. “How do you think I feel? I told you I was replacing them.”
“Shut up,” you chuckle, feeling your stomach flutter as he wets his lip, his thumb rubbing against the wet cotton at your hip—snap!
The sudsy water gurgles, bubbles popping from the middle of the drum, as the blue soapy water twirls down the drain like a cyclone until all that’s left is a clean slate.
Your lashes lift and your gaze rests on his. A part of you knows you should be relieved that the water is gone. A smaller, far less practical part of you has been hoping the machine might remain stubborn for an extra hour if it meant Rafe had to stay.
“Well, look at that.” He smiles, looking down at the drum.
“You’re amazing.” You squeal, your arms wrapping around his neck, lips pressing against his cheek before you draw away.
For one long second, Rafe forgets how to act.
His eyes stay on yours, searching your face like he’s making sure you really meant to do that, the warmth of your lips still lingering against his cheek.
His tongue drags slowly across his bottom lip before he lets out a slow breath through his nose, one hand tightening where it rests against your waist.
“Well,” he murmurs, his voice lower than it had been a second ago.
“What?” you ask, the smile playing in your voice.
“I don’t think anybody’s ever thanked me quite like that.”
Your hands smooth down his chest, his hand falling away from your hips reluctantly. He looks away under the excuse of checking the washer again, dragging one hand along the back of his neck.
He’d spent his days fixing things for people—broken garbage disposals, leaky faucets, doors that wouldn’t quite shut, washing machines that refused to drain just like this one.
None of those jobs had ever left him standing in a tiny laundry room with the most beautiful woman he’d ever met smiling up at him like that. For the first time, he finds himself wishing something else around the apartment were broken—not because he wants another repair, but because he isn’t anywhere near ready to leave.
“I, uh—think we’re golden,” he says, reaching down for the agitator and resting the final piece of the puzzle back in before clicking it in place like it’s nothing.
“That’s it?” you ask, glancing between him and the washer. “You’re completely finished?”
“Unless you’ve got something else hidin’ somewhere that needs me,” he answers with a chuckle, hoping there’s something around here that will give him a little more time with you and another kiss on the cheek at the very least.
You glance around the apartment, taking in the soaked towels, the mixing bowls scattered beneath dripping clothes, and the duvet still draped across two barstools in the kitchen.
There is more than enough cleanup left to keep you busy for the rest of the day, but none of it technically requires a broad-shouldered handyman you’ve had a crush on since you first saw him down the hall.
Your lips press together in a slight pout before you can stop them, your boot digging lightly against the wet floor as you look back into the empty drum.
Rafe notices immediately. “What’s that face for?” he asks, brushing the water off his work-worn hands on his jeans.
“What face?” you ask, peering at him out of the corner of your eye.
Rafe catches you smiling before you realize you’re doing it. “That one.” He nods toward you, amusement pulling at his mouth. “You looked happier when your washer was broken, sunshine.”
“Did I?”
“You absolutely did.”
You bite your cheek as he lowers the lid of the washer, starting an empty load just to test it out. “So did you,” you mumble, calling his bluff, and his lips fall open like that can’t be so—like you’re reading him all wrong—but the chuckle gives him away.
“You think so?” Rafe asks quietly. “…Guess I wasn’t hidin’ it very well.”
“M’happy it’s fixed,” you hum. “Obviously. I just thought it might take a little longer.”
Rafe rests one hip against the washer, folding his arms loosely across his chest as he studies you. “You wanted it to take longer?”
“Maybe,” you smile.
“Huh,” he huffs, one hand lifting from his side to rest on your cheek, making your pulse jump as the other slides around your waist again.
Rafe brushes his thumb across your cheek, his palm settling carefully against the side of your face when you lean into the touch.
“You know,” he murmurs, “it didn’t take shit breakin’ for you to call me over.”
“No?” you ask, and his arm tightens around your waist, guiding you closer. You smile bashfully, hands wrapping around his waist as well, chest pressing against his until your soaked breasts push into his broad chest.
“Been waitin’ for a while,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing a slow pass over your skin. “Just needed you to give me a reason.”
“Yeah?”
His eyes hold yours as the corner of his mouth lifts. “‘Course.”
The sincerity in his voice steals whatever response you were about to give him. Your fingers tighten in his shirt, feeling the warmth of his chest beneath the thin fabric as you tilt your chin up toward his.
“Are you going to kiss me, or did I flood my apartment for nothing?” you whisper, your lips so close to his that all you can feel is the breath of his chuckle.
“You didn’t flood your apartment for this,” he mumbles, the warmth of his words brushing over your lips as he teases you.
“You know…” he murmurs, pulling back just enough for you to chase his lips, “…you’ve been lookin’ at me all afternoon.”
“So’ve you.”
“…Yeah.” The admission comes so easily it makes your heart stumble. “I’ve been tryin’ real hard to be a gentleman.” He lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, like there wasn’t much point pretending anymore. “Been havin’ a hard time lookin’ anywhere else.”
Your mouth parts on a soft breath, and Rafe’s body reacts to it instantly. His own lips part, catching your bottom lip in a gentle tug, humming out a deep sound before he murmurs, “I think you’re makin’ it pretty difficult.”
His forehead falls to yours for the briefest second, both of you smiling into the inch of space between your mouths. His thumb strokes once along your jaw before his lips press together, like he’s trying to convince himself to keep doing the gentleman thing he’d been talking about thirty seconds ago.
“Fuck it,” he murmurs.
Rafe’s big arms wrap around you in one smooth motion as he lifts you clean off your feet. Your legs hook around his waist as his mouth crashes into yours, stealing your breath as you kiss him for the very first time.
He turns and presses your back to the wall, his body settling against yours with a heavy weight that makes your breath catch as your spine meets it.
He dips in again, kissing you slower this time, deep enough to make your head spin and everything else fall away. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer, nails sliding in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling a deep groan from his lips.
You giggle breathlessly, and he buries his face in your neck, his fingers flexing against your skin as he physically holds himself back. His smile pulls along your skin, the weight of his body still holding you where he wants you, and even though he’s not kissing you for the moment, you can tell that it’s killing him.
“Sweetheart,” he mutters, warm at your neck, his teeth sliding against your skin.
“Rafe Cameron?” you answer, the sound of his name leaving your lips like that doing nothing for his restraint. He glances toward the ceiling for a second before looking back at you, his broad shoulders rising and falling with a quiet sigh.
“Baby,” he mutters against your neck, his voice rough enough to send a shiver through you. His eyes squeeze shut for a second before he tips his forehead to yours with a quiet laugh. “I’m bein’ so damn good right now.”
He sets you to your feet, your body still pinned to the wall, his rough hand cupping your cheek as the other holds you close, kissing you again.
“You don’t have to be,” you whisper, and his jaw tightens, his eyes falling to your lips again.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, smiling when the corner of your lips curls. “You are trouble, aren’t you?”
You look back at him through your lashes, shaking your head no, but everything in your body language screams yes as he stares back at you, his lips still tingling.
“Can I ask you something?” he whispers.
“Mhmm,” you hum.
“Would you let me take you out sometime?”
You bite your lip, stifling the giggle bubbling on your tongue because the answer had been sitting on the tip of it before he’d even finished asking.
“I’d really like that,” you whisper.
“Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” you answer.
“You can keep those boots on,” he teases as he steps between your legs, his body pressing against yours, and it’s clear that the last thing he wants to do is wait until then.
“I have something a little cuter I can wear,” you whisper.
Rafe’s eyes drift over your face before the corner of his mouth lifts again.
“Somehow…” he murmurs, his thumb brushing absentmindedly against your hip, “…I don’t think that’s possible,” he sighs, stealing your breath when he steps back. “Pick you up around six?”
“Six sounds perfect.” You smile, fixing your skirt where it’s ridden up your thighs a little, feeling your body throb from your head to your toes.
Rafe reaches for his toolbox, then the doorknob, his fingers wrapping around the brass handle before he slowly pulls it open.
He steps out before turning back toward you.
“Tomorrow.” You smile, your head resting against the doorframe—a floaty sensation coursing through your veins, the desperate need to kiss him again leaving your body trembling with adrenaline.
“Tomorrow.”
For one impossibly long second, it feels like you’re both waiting for the other person to break. Instead, Rafe smiles. He gives one small nod before finally forcing himself to turn away, the old toolbox swinging lightly beside his leg as he starts down the breezeway toward his place.
You stand in the doorway, one hand still resting against the edge of the open door as your eyes follow him farther and farther away.
The afternoon sun catches the back of his shoulders, flannel tied around his waist shifting against his jeans. He looks over one shoulder, catching you still standing there watching him when he reaches his door.
You lift your hand, waving with the tips of your fingers, feeling your heart race in your chest.
You let out the tiniest sigh before easing the front door shut, the latch clicking softly behind you. Your back settles against the cool wood of the door, your eyes drifting shut as the biggest smile you’ve worn in weeks spreads across your face all over again.
Your shoulders slide another inch down the door until your rain boots squeak against the hardwood beneath you.
“Tomorrow,” you repeat, nodding to absolutely no one. “Not today. Tomorrow.” You press your lips together, trying very hard to look serious despite the fact that nobody is there to witness it.
“Which means…” You point one finger toward yourself in mock warning. “…You are not going to chase after him.” You nod solemnly. “You are a grown woman. You are capable of waiting…” Your eyes drift toward the front door. “…Twenty-four hours.” You pause. “…More or less.”
The washing machine sloshes cheerfully behind you as your head tips back against the door with another little groan. “Oh, he’s so handsome though,” you pout, your lips still tingling, the smell of his cologne clinging to the cotton of your tank top.
You push yourself away from the door and wander aimlessly toward the kitchen, your fingertips trailing across the backs of dining chairs draped in damp clothes.
“You’re not texting him.” You tap your cellphone as you pass it. “You’re not calling him. You’re not coming up with some household emergency because—because you can’t…”
“And besides…” Your eyes flick toward the laundry room where the machine continues humming along perfectly. “He fixed the only one you’ve got.”
A smile slips across your face before you can stop it. “He asked me on a date.” You gossip the words into the nothingness of your kitchen, your yellow puddle boots squeaking when you twirl. “He asked me.”
You stand there for a beat, the quiet hum of the washing machine filling the apartment before you let out one long sigh through your nose. “…Alright.” Reality.
The flood might be over, but your apartment still looks like a tornado spun through for fun. Towels lie scattered across the hardwood, damp clothes hang from cabinet handles and dining chairs, and somewhere beneath the floral duvet draped over your barstools is probably the mixing bowl you’d spent half an hour using to bail water out by hand.
The laundry basket waits against the wall exactly where you’d abandoned it earlier. You cross your arms over your body, peeling off the white tank top first, flicking it into the basket, shimmying the denim skirt down around your hips before lofting it into the heap as well.
You gather a handful of drip-dried clothing strewn across your place, cheeks warming all over again as flashes of the last hour replay in your mind.
The crease between his brows while he concentrated. The way he’d completely forgotten how words worked the second he’d looked over and caught sight of you. “…Poor guy.” The smile refuses to leave your face.
One by one, you begin dropping everything into the hamper, wandering back toward the scene of the crime as the water from the test-run starts to drain, the metal drum turning like a top for the final spin.
Something metallic rattles softly on the washer and your brows knit together, eyes snapping toward the appliance.
A wrench?
It sits on top of the metal lid, bouncing with the last lazy turn of the drum before settling perfectly still in the middle of the washer.
A laugh escapes before you can stop it.
“Rafe Cameron…”
He hadn’t touched a wrench all afternoon. Not once. You’d watched every second of it. He’d rolled up his sleeves, reached into the washer with those big hands of his, hauled the agitator out without so much as looking for a tool, and somehow fixed the entire thing anyway.
The wrench wasn’t forgotten… It was an excuse.
You lift it into your hand, turning it over once between your fingers as your smile grows impossibly wider.
Knock. Knock.
Your heart stumbles, a smile breaking across your face before you can stop it. You round the corner, not even glancing toward the peephole before you throw the door open.
You lean into the doorframe, smiling as the wrench hangs lazily from your fingers, giggling breathily as your heart pounds.
His eyes find yours first, his lips parting like every word he’d prepared has disappeared into thin air when he sees you in those little puddle boots and the panty set he’d spent the walk back fantasizing about, but it’s so, so much better.
Rafe simply stares. Every coherent thought leaves him as his little plan unfolds into something more beautiful than he could have ever imagined.
The toolbox hanging from his hand suddenly feels twenty pounds heavier as his eyes fall down your body, lingering for a moment before lifting back to yours. “I—I forgot somethin’,” he manages, though it comes out rougher than he’d intended.
“Did you?”
You look down at the wrench resting in your hand before lifting it between the two of you. His eyes flick to it for all of half a second before they wander right back to your face.
He steps forward as your fingers fist in the front of his cutoff, bunching the soft cotton beneath your hand as you give him one determined tug over the threshold, and his lips find yours first.
The toolbox clatters to the floor, the front door slamming shut as every ounce of restraint he’d pretended to have around you disappears the second your lips meet.
Rafe lets out one low sound against your mouth, lifting you off your feet just as effortlessly as he had before. The urgency makes your heart race, the wrench slipping harmlessly from your hand into the hamper of clothes as he presses deeper into your place, work boots pounding over the hardwood, and your fingers fist the hair at the nape of his neck.
“In there,” you mumble through a smile into your kiss, and he chuckles hungrily, his hold on you tightening.
He kicks off his boots at the threshold of your bedroom without missing a beat, setting you down just to walk you back to the mattress, his hands coming up to comb the bandana out of his hair as your fingers greedily tear at the knotted flannel around his waist.
Rafe strips off his shirt as you toss his flannel aside, smiling against your lips as your fingers unfasten the hardware of his blue jeans, his voice deep and warm when he whispers, “You sure?”
“Don’t stop,” you breathe, your hands reaching behind your back to unfasten your bra as his jeans fall in a heap at his feet.
“Fuck, baby,” he mumbles, dipping down to get closer as his big, rough palms reach up, cupping your breasts in his hands, his lips sucking down on your neck. Your fingers wrap around the band of his boxers, drawing the material lower, shoving them down his thighs.
Rafe kisses up your neck, lips brushing by your ear as he sighs deeply. His fingers hook around the panties on your hips—the last piece of clothing separating you from him.
“I’m still trying to be good,” he whispers against your ear, his voice honeyed and deep. You can hear the smile in his voice as he snaps the fabric against your skin, making you suck in a breath.
Your hand drifts between you, the tip of his thick cock already pressed against your thigh. He groans beside your ear when your fingernails trace softly from the base of his dick, shuddering out a breath as you work your way slowly to the tip, goosebumps spreading across his tanned skin.
“Are you?” you ask teasingly, sucking in a breath when he lifts you off your feet, taking you down to the mattress, pinning you under his weight as he steals the smile off your lips.
His tongue slides between your lips, rolling slowly with yours as your fingers thread through his hair, his hips rocking into you with a practiced sway, rutting against your clothed clit, making your thighs fall open.
“Been waitin’ for this forever,” he mutters into the kiss, his forehead dropping against yours when he breaks the kiss, looking at the space between you as his dick grinds over the purple lace between your thighs.
“Please,” you whisper, and his eyes lift to yours.
“Teasin’ me all afternoon?” he chuckles, pulling back, his body sliding lower on the mattress. “Think you don’t deserve a little teasing too?” His lips travel over your chest and stomach, pressing softly below your navel as his thumb traces over the lace panties along your slit.
He works lower, lips teasing the insides of your thighs as he kisses down your legs, stripping off your boots before he lets them fall to your bedroom floor. His biceps and shoulder muscles swell as he dips down again, the stubble on his jaw grazing your soft skin.
“Rafe,” you pout, and he chuckles between your thighs, the warmth of his laugh making your legs draw in, but he spreads them apart again, those rough hands you couldn’t keep your eyes off earlier pressing your thighs into the mattress.
“Tell me you didn’t wear that little skirt just to torment me?” he hums, his mouth dipping down so his teeth can catch along the lace, dragging it down your thighs. “A wet, white tank top… How?” he asks as he tugs the lace the rest of the way down your legs before he bunches it up in his fist, tossing it to the side. “How was I not supposed to end up right… fucking… here…?” he asks, his breath blowing warm against your clit.
“I’m gonna take good care of you,” he murmurs, the words making your thighs tremble. Your hips lift off the mattress when his tongue drags up your center, a moan falling from your lips and filling your bedroom as his groan vibrates between your thighs at the taste.
Rafe smiles, pressing your legs wider into the mattress, kissing your clit and making your back arch off the mattress as your hands fly to his hair, holding him close.
His rough fingers trace up your legs as his tongue circles your puffy clit, sucking against it as two thick fingers shove through your entrance.
Your eyes roll back in your head as he works his fingers in and out, curving them to hit that spot that has your thighs shaking with every push of his hand and flick of his tongue.
“C’mon, baby,” he mumbles into your pussy, adding a third finger, stretching you out as he feels you tightening around his digits, humming against your clit as he tastes your sweetness on his tongue and you break, fluttering around his fingers as his name leaves your lips in a breathy cry.
He watches you from between your thighs, working you through each wave of your orgasm until you’re gasping and whimpering in overstimulation, your hands tangling in his hair to drag him up to your lips.
“Proud of you,” he mumbles between kisses as you try desperately to catch your breath, the two of you smiling into your kiss when he rubs the thick head of his cock between your thighs, catching the wet mess he’d left pooling between your legs.
“Fuck, you drive me insane,” you whisper, feeling him rub his tip against your entrance.
“Yeah?” he asks, pressing just enough for your lips to fall open. His mouth curls against yours, feeling how desperate you are. “How was it?”
“So fucking good,” you whisper as your hands wrap around his body, nails sliding down his strong back.
“What about this?” he asks, feeling your hips lift off the mattress, making him sink deeper into your pussy as you grind up to fuck yourself on the first few inches.
“Keep teasing me, Rafe. See what happens,” you smile, and he laughs.
“Still picking you up at six tomorrow,” he manages to push out, the muscle in his stomach tightening with how good you feel around him.
“Can’t wait,” you breathe, your eyes flicking up to him.
“I’ll drop you off and you can drag me back inside and we can do this shit again, huh?” he asks as you reach up, cupping his face in your hands, pulling him down to your lips. You catch Rafe’s deep moan as he presses your hips down into the mattress, pushing in, stretching you wide.
“Yes, s-shit,” the words whimper past your lips as you cradle his sharp jaw in your hand, peering down to watch his hips draw back, the length of his cock pulling back slowly just to drive back in.
“Feels so good,” he groans against your mouth, pushing in and out. “Taking me so good,” he breathes, his forehead resting against yours to watch as his toned hips strike your skin again and again.
“Fuck, baby. That’s it,” he praises as you lift your legs, hands squeezing the back of your thighs, a loud moan falling from your mouth as his pace quickens, thrusting harder, in and out.
He leans into you a little, the position letting him fuck into you impossibly deep, his eyes rolling back into his head as your bottom lip slips between your teeth, your hands twisting the sheets below.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whimper, and he nods like he knows what you need, changing the angle just enough to fuck into you as his fingers rub and circle your clit.
“Fuck, Rafe,” you whine, your back arching off the mattress as he rocks into you further, swirling his fingers over your clit when his lips find yours.
“Cum for me, baby,” he breathes. “Cum on my cock—”
Your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him into you as your body falls apart around him, your pussy squeezing him so tight he buries himself in your neck, grinding his teeth with the effort, moaning against your skin as he fills you with his climax too, his hips stuttering as your body softens around him.
“Fuck, baby,” he sighs into the crook of your neck as you giggle blissfully, your fingers slipping and threading into his hair. He stays like that for a moment, breathing and nuzzling into your neck, taking in the scent of your sweet perfume as he presses gentle kisses up to your ear. “I don’t think anybody’s ever thanked me quite like that.”
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ok more animagus reader and sirius thoughts what if every morning reader wakes sirius up by sneaking into the boy’s room and meowing 😭💕as much as sirius and the boys say they hate it deep down they think it’s very cute
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Slipping into the boys' dorm is easy enough. The more difficult part is finding a suitable perch, but today Sirius is laying on his stomach with his face turned sideways towards the wall of his dorm, so you plant your paws firmly into his shoulder. It gives you a satisfying sense of superiority, standing tall over him.
With very little regard for the wellbeing of Sirius's eardrums, or his roommates', for that matter, you let out a sound that you'd classify as a meow, but that Sirius classifies as a shout.
Perhaps it is prolonged and forceful and more vowel than consonant. Perhaps it is reminiscent of an emergency siren, blaring inches from his ear and rousing him from what you're sure had been a very warm, pleasant sleep. Perhaps it is several decibels louder than it needs to be, especially considering Sirius is a light sleeper to begin with, and a cool breeze could successfully rouse him.
But perhaps it is fun, feeling Sirius's shoulders buck beneath you and digging your claws into his sleep shirt to stay on. He wakes with a strangled yell that blends terribly with your ongoing mewl, creating a symphony fit for only the deepest pits of hell. Remus and James aren't far behind him, waking in the commotion and swearing and groaning alike.
All three are more than used to your rather rude wake-up calls, and all three adamantly swear that they are going to start locking their door at night. But day after day you find it unlocked, and Sirius wraps an arm around your small, furry body, dragging you under the covers like he does every day, letting you soak up the heat lingering beneath the blankets.
"You're the devil," Sirius informs you, his voice thick with both sleep and irritation, "What do you have against sleeping in?"
"I'm gonna kill her." Remus vows, but you're more than used to the man's grouchiness, especially early in the mornings, "I mean it, Pads, you'd better keep her away from me. I'm a werewolf, y'know. Would be real easy to stage an accident."
"Hear that, darling?" Sirius asks, though his arm curls tighter around you, keeping you protectively tucked into his side, "If y'keep screamin' at me every morning, I'll let the big bad wolf after you."
Multiverse Monday literally gets me through my Monday! ❤️
It's probably been requested before before Vampire!sirius who loves to playfully bite you until he realises one day that it turns you on
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"Are you blushing?" The back of Sirius's hand presses against your cheek before you can stop him, the stinging sensation in your neck flooding warmth to your face.
"No," You hiss, swatting his hands away, "Stop poking at me!"
"Do you like it when I bite you?" Sirius's grin is insufferable, his fangs standing out impressively against the rest of his teeth.
"Stop making fun of me," You pout, voice nearly silent, "'S not funny."
Sirius coos, gripping your chin with two fingers and tilting your face up. He kisses you softly, letting his fangs graze ever-so-gently across the plush pad of your lip, just barely catching on your skin.
It's subtle, but it's enough to send another burst of heat to your cheeks.
"You do like it," Sirius chuckles, cupping your burning face in his hands, "'Guess I'll have to do it more often, then."
for multiverse monday tmr maybe celebrity sirius and like normal reader? she knows who he is but she doesn’t really care. she’s not a fan or anything. she still thinks he’s hot tho 😭
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"For the record," You mumble against his lips, his presence intoxicating as he pressed you against the back wall of the cafe you'd met at, "I don't give a fuck about those movies you're in."
He broke away from the kiss, snorting indignantly, "Oh, so that's not why you were eye-fucking me from your table?"
"I was eye-fucking you," You press a kiss to his chin, tongue snaking out to trail along his jawline, "Because you're hot."
"Well the feeling's mutual," He tilted his head to the side, his hands finding purchase in the pliant flesh of your ass, "I was eye-fucking you, too."
how would a relationship with professor!sirius x student work? like what would it entail and what would he be like
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he's veryyy cautious about keeping your relationship a secret
not because he wants to
god if he could he'd make out with you in front of the class
he's sososososo proud that he's with you and he wants everyone to know that you're taken
so that he doesn't see any of the gross boys in the class flirting with you ew!!!
but he realizes that if people know about you two
they'll not only report him but they'll assume that's the only reason you're passing the class
so he has to keep you a secret
he has office hours and you always visit him there because no one else does!!
he opens them every week and not a single student other than you has ever come
so it's pretty guaranteed for you two to have about three hours a week to hang out in the classroom together
and you do hang out after hours as well ;)
lets say one time someone else comes to his office hours though and he has to shove you under the desk so that the student doesn't see you
he's all gruff and grumbly with the student like 'i don't know why you would just show up without an appointment or without telling me you were coming first because i have plenty of other students that could use this time'
and the student is like,, where,,
you probably accidentally sneeze or cough from under the desk and sirius has to try to pretend like it was him
youre standing at a keg party on the beach, at the edge of the firelight where you thought youd be invisible.
hes across the fire, a red solo cup in his hand. talking to kelce and topper, but his gaze is on you. it always is. you look away first.
phone buzzes in your pocket—a text from your boyfriend. the quiet guy from the pizza joint who actually treats you well.
“you good? saw cameron’s at that party.”
“yeah im fine. dont worry.” you typed back. a lie.
you pocket your phone, pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself. you try to make yourself shrink from the crowd.
“whos got you smiling at your phone like that?” a raspy voice came from beside you. smelling something like expensive cologne and beer.
you dont even want to share a glance at him. god. but you just know those piercing blue eyes squints at you.
“hm? you never smile like that for me.” his tone getting possessive. you step back and he follows.
“dont.”
“dont what?” his brow furrows in mock confusion. that stupid arrogant grin appearing on his face again. “im just askin’ a question. were friends, arent we?”
youve never been friends. you both know it.
your phone buzzes again. rafe’s eyes flicker down to your pocket, then back to your face. something hard settles in his jaw.
“that him? the new guy ive been hearing about?”
you stay quiet. fixing your eyes on the fire, saying nothing. if you dont engage, dont give him the reaction hes starving for, maybe he’ll be bored.
seconds pass. and rafe cameron was never patient.
his hand grabs your chin, forcing your face toward him. his blue eyes smoldered with fury.
“i asked you a question,” thick thumb pressing into your jaw. “whos the guy?”
his other hand moves quickly. before you can even react, he plucks your phone from your hoodie pocket. he holds it up, screen lighting up his face. the notification’s still there.
“r u coming over later? ;)”
rafe’s jaw tightens. teeth flashing in something thats not a smile. “the pizza boy,” he says flat. “seriously?”
“its none of your business, rafe. give it back.” struggling away from his grip on your chin as you try to reach for your phone.
a sudden sharp tug at the scalp cuts your movement. rafe angled your face upward, forcing your gaze to meet his.
you gasp, reacting from the sharp burn stinging in your scalp. tears pricking the corners of your eyes.
“you listen to me,” rafe’s voice drops, sending a shiver down your spine. he grips your scalp tighter. you squeeze your eyes shut.
“ive been watching you for months. gave you all my time—my attention. everyone here knows youre mine to mess with. my bitch.” his face scrunched up in disgust. “and you throw that away for a fucking pogue.”
did he just seriously say that? after months of making your life living hell; humiliating, mocking, harrassing, making you do all his work.. he call those attention? (well, not to mention you once form an embarrassing crush towards him. it was hard pretending he wasnt hot.)
“you think ruining my life was attention? youre insane, rafe!” you spat directly at his face, landing at his right cheek.
he lifts his hand, the one holding your phone. using his thick fingers to trace the wetness on his cheek. he stares at his wet fingertips for a second.
then, he kept his eyes locked onto you. dragging those same fingers down across his lip. he smears your spit over his mouth before opening to suck his wet fingers.
your pussy throbs watching his movement.
fuck, hes so weird?! youre very concerned about this guy.
“youve got a mouth on you, huh?” he leans closer. shoving your phone into his own pocket.
rafe hands wrap around your wrist, pulling you away from the fire, away from the party. past the coolers and beach chairs.
“rafe—”
he doesnt stop. he drags you behind a dark dune, out of sight of the party. loud music slowly fades.
he pushes you. enough for you to stumble back against the sand wall. his body caging you in. “you got with him to piss me off. you wanted me to notice, dont you?” he squeezes your hip.
you shove his chest. “get off me.” but he doesnt move back. he steps closer, fingers curling into the strings of your hoodie, tugging you forward.
“you think saying no means something to me?” his thumb traces the corner of your mouth. eyes watching the way your tits rise and fall under the hoodie. you dont miss it.
your hands press flat against his chest. but you dont shove him. you dont know why. your palms stay there, feeling the heat of him.
you hate that your breath hitches when his hand slides higher on your thigh.
or that your lips part.
or that a quiet, shameful voice at the back of your head whispers finally.
rafe catches everything. his eyes flicker down to where your hands rest, then back to your face. a slow smile spreads across him.
“youve been thinking about this.” his hand leave your thigh. rough palm squeezing on your waist.
“tell me im wrong.”
your throat is dry. heart hammering so loud. you should push him away. you should scream, someone would hear. but your hands stay on his chest, fingers holding into the fabric of his polo. your breathing shallow.
rafe reads the answer in your silence.
his hand tangles in your hair, tugging your head back. mouth crashing against yours, rough and demanding. his tongue slides inside. a sound escapes your throat.
he bit your lower lip before breaking the kiss. his breath ragged. he pushed your head down roughly until your knees hit the sand. you let him do whatever he wants with you.
his other hand moves to his belt, working the buckle loose. rafe looks down at you with raw desperation.
his jeans are undone. he pulls himself out. heavy and already hard. your breath catches the sight of him. the thickness of it, the veins, and pink tip flushing. he wraps his hand around himself.
he drags the tip across your lower lip, smearing the precum. “open.” he taps the tip to your lips.
your lips part, the tip of him presses past them. your breath hitches through your nose. your fingers digging to the denim of his thighs.
“fuck.” he mutters low. his hand not leaving your hair. it tightens.
you take him deeper, tongue curling around the underside of him. clumsy. you whimper in embarrassment, the vibration makes his hips jerk forward. pushing himself further into your mouth. saliva pooling at the corners of your mouth. you hate that your thighs are pressing together.
you look at him through your lashes. his head tipped back throat exposed, with adam’s apple bobbing. eyes half lidded full of lust. broad chest heaving and his abs clenching.
“been running that mouth for months. bout time you put it to good use.” he grinds against your tongue, using your mouth like youre nothing but a hole for him. watching the way your lips stretched. he yanks your hair forward until your throat’s full of his fat cock.
your hand slides down to between your legs. youre pathetically wet. a dark spot forms through the fabric. you press your fingers and rub yourself, applying pressure.
“yeah,” his voice rough. “touching yourself while you suck me off?”
he lifts you up by the arm, spinning you around and pushing you forward. your palms hit the sand dune. youre bent over. so desperate, you press your ass back against his dick.
“grindin’ back against my cock like a bitch in heat.” he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back. he pulled your shorts down your thighs. hooking your underwear to the side. wet cunt exposed to the cold air now.
“look at that,” he breathes. his thick fingers dragging through your slick folds. “barely touched you and youre already dripping down your thighs.” he slaps your pussy lightly. a sharp sting that makes you jolt. yet, it gets you wetter.
his ring finger pushes inside you. your hips roll against his hand. the movement drives his finger deeper. you moan, muffled by the sand.
middle and index fingers pushes into you. stretching your cunt. you feel the coldness of his gold ring pressing against your pussy lips. he pumps them slow at first, watching and feeling the way your body clenches around him.
“thats it,” his other hand kneads the fat of your ass. “take it.” his fingers curl inside you, searching. and when they find that spot, you moan louder. he pumps his fingers fast and ruthless. creating a squelch-squelch sound.
his thumb pressing against your clit in tight circles. your legs tremble, toes curling. breath coming in short gasps. your hips pushing back. the pressure builds low in your belly. you were so close.
he pulls his fingers out. you whine at the loss.
“you dont get to cum yet. thats for my cock.”
his fingers are slick with the juices from your pussy. he moved them closer to your face from behind. pressing against your lips. you part your lips, he roughly pushes his fingers inside your mouth. making you lick his fingers clean and sucking them.
he pulls his hands out of your mouth. without realizing, theyre already on your hips. you feel the head of his cock pressing against your soaked entrance. he drags it to your folds, teasing. and smearing your wetness.
“just fuck me already.”
you feel a cocky grin coming out of his words, “you that greedy?”
a wet glob lands on your asshole—his spit, vulgar. it slides slow, trailing over your hole, seeping down to mix with your own wet cunt.
he pushes in, one slow inch. then another. the stretch is sharper this time. fuller and wetter. he spread you open inch by inch. your fingers claw at the sand, “r-rafe..”
“feel that? feel how deep i am?” he stays there for a bit. letting you adjust at the fullness of him. he pulls out slowly, almost all the way before slamming back in.
your cry is muffled by the sand. he sets a brutal pace. “look at you taking it like a fucking whore. this is my pussy now, yeah?”
his hips slap against your ass, the sound lewd. you arch your back even more. his eyes never leaving the way your ass bounces off him. he leans closer, until his chest pressing against your back.
“gonna fill you up. ill make sure my cum’s dripping outta you when youre sitting on his lap.” his breath hot against your ear.
he slides his hand around your hip, thick fingers rubbing your clit in circles. he continues his rhythm, angling his body slightly to fuck your deeper.
“o-oh.. fuck! r-rwafe..” you babble, completely cockdrunk.
“cum on my cock now.”
waves of pleasure washed over you. all the air leaving your lungs. your knees shaking. he follows a second later, groaning. his hip stuttering as hot cum spills inside of your pussy.
he slowly softens inside you. he pulls out, the thickness of him felt empty now. his cum drips down your thigh.
neither of you speaks.
and the reality hits you. you cheated. with your bully. after all talking shit about rafe to your boyfriend’s face.
you pushed off the dune after several seconds. getting rid of the hair that sticks to your sweaty face. your fingers tremble. what are you gonna say to your dearest boyfriend after this?
he steps back, doing his belt and zipping his pants. you pulled your panties up, followed with your shorts. but it feels weird, cause your folds are sticky with his cum and the wetness from you earlier.
“youre gonna go back to him, act like this didnt happen.”
“i—” your voice cracks. “i dont know what im gonna do..” you clear your throat. you can barely make eye contact with him.
“keep it a secret.” he steps closer. staring down at you so intensely. the sharp cologne of him making your head haze.
just then, he walks past you. acting like nothing happened. but he looks back. “you know where to find me when you want more.”
warnings - fluff, arguing, kissing, swearing, forbidden love, age gap (reader is 18), pouge!reader x rafe cameron, reader is john b’s little sister, no use of y/n.
- requested by anonymous
summary: rafe and you have craved eachother, yet you were too worried on how your love ones react, regardless of them wanting the best for you they all hate rafe, even as the relationship started you hid it from everyone, especially your brother john b.
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You’ve know Sarah since middle school, you had been walking on the beach when Sarah asked if she could hang with you after being ditched by her friends. You had agreed to her and became inseparable since. You would hang out before, during, and afterschool never caring about eachothers status. But slowly in the friendship, you had noticed Sarah’s developing crush on your brother, John B. You had thought it was meaningless crush since Sarah had started to date Topper.
But overtime the relationship started to plummet and Sarah started getting closer to John B. Of course, no one thought it was weird since they are two people who are good for eachother. Sarah apologized for not ever being upfront about her crush on your brother. You had only hoped for you friendship to stay the same and easily apologized. Well, its only fair if she gets to be with your brother, you can be with hers.
But no, people don’t look at Rafe and view him like they do with John B. They look at Rafe and see trouble, problems, and anger. But since you were younger you always knew Rafe was just misunderstood, hearing his meltdowns, you knew he just needed someone there for him. Rafe had always had an eye out for you. He saw you as his sisters cute best friend and never complained when you were around.
Rafe had noticed when you developed a crush on him and started to entertain it. He would finish showering and come downstairs with only a towel wrapped around his waist, knowing it was just you and Sarah home. He would always hold eye contact until you felt the need to look away. “Can you believe my brother, just walking around like he owns this place.” Sarah says disgusted. You just nod your head, ignoring the thoughts about her brother in your head.
One day when you were over at Sarah’s, she had gone up to take a shower and you were cleaning up the mess you two made after baking cookies. You tried to reach up to grab a rag but couldn’t get it. After your failed attempts you felt a warm body behind you, Rafe, you thought he was still out. He reached and grab the rag for you, he stood there waiting for you to turn around despite how close you two were.
You turned around, feeling his chest on yours, you breath starting to get heavy. You grabbed the rag he was holding, but he kept his grip on it, using it to pull your face closer to his. You couldn’t let Sarah see this, her and all your friends hate Rafe with a capital H, not to mention how your brother would kill you. “Okay Rafe, stop before Sarah see’s.” You say, knowing deep down you want him to keep his motives. He let a low scoff, “You think that’s what my sister told your brother when they began falling for eachother behind your back.” He said looking into your eyes.
Rafe’s words hit you more than they should’ve, what’s the big deal if you and Rafe get together? Rafe reads your face and see’s you fighting off your desires. “Hey, relax, it’s just me..” Rafe whispered, leaning his face towards yours. “Nobody finds out about this Rafe.” You whisper, staring at his lips. “Just say the word beautiful.” He said with a slight grin. You hear the shower shut off, realizing time is running out. You nod your head for barely a second when Rafe leans in and kisses you.
Once his lips met yours, you both sighed, finally relived after all the built up tension. You let go of the rag and grabbed Rafe’s face and hair. He grinned into the kiss feeling you grow desperate, he let go of the rag and grabbed your waist and your hair. When you tried to pull away he brought you back in and you felt his tounge poke your bottom lip, in which you opened enough for your tounges to move with eachother.
He pulled away and you whined at the loss of contact. He brought his hand to your mouth and whispered, “You’re welcome for the rag.” He left a quick kiss on your lips and walked away, you were confused on why but when you turned around you see Sarah barely walking into the kitchen after her shower. “Was my brother in here?” She asked. “Yeah, he just got a rag for me and left.” You responded quickly. She nodded and turned around. You let out a breath, still trying to process what happened.
Now it’s seven months later, you and Rafe and started dating 2 months after he kissed you and now keep your relationship secret until you feel confident enough to confess to your friends and brother. You and Rafe were at the beach late at night, enjoying the waves and eachothers company.
“Do I have to bring it up since you don’t want to talk about it.” Rafe murmured. Your back was pressed against his chest as you were both in eachothers warmth after being in the beaches cool water. You sighed and put Rafe’s arms around you to hold you, “I’ll tell them soon, I promise.” You said. He sighed into your hair, “You’ve been saying that for the past 4 months.” He whispered. You sat there and thought about how to come clean to the people you love about the one person they hate.
But you love Rafe, so much, and you know he doesn’t care if your a pouge and he’s a kook, he just wants people to know your his. Despite his views, he understands why you would be hesitant to tell your friends. It’s not a secret that Rafe had anger issues in his past days. But since your guys relationship started, Rafe has became a better man for you, to prove to you that he is willing to be yours. No other guy has ever don’t that for you and you wouldn’t want anyone else but Rafe.
Which is why you were so worried to tell your friends, they wouldn’t understand how much you loved Rafe, not even his own sister. So for now you’re keeping it a secret but soon enough, you’ll build up the courage to tell them. Rafe noticed your shiver and you both decided to head back home before someone gets sick. You both packed up while stealing small kisses from eachother.
You both start walking towards Rafe’s car, taking out your phone to check if John B was home.
you: u home? 8:15pm
birdie: nah might stay out tn, don’t wait up. 8:17pm
You let Rafe know it was okay to drop you off home since John B was out. On the ride home Rafe kept insisting on staying over for the night, but all you were too worried about the risks. “C’mon, no one’s home and I need to make sure you stay safe.” Rafe whines, you guys are parked a street down from your house, just incase people don’t see the kook princes car. Rafe is holding onto the back of your neck, begging you with his eyes.
You sigh, “Fine, but no funny business.” You say finally giving in. His grin grows and he leans in to kiss you. He gets out the car and opens the door for you, grabbing your stuff you guys head towards your house. You open the door and instantly head towards the shower. Locking the door and dropping your stuff in your room, you and Rafe head to shower.
In the shower Rafe made sure not to upset you, and kept it friendly. You guys watched eachothers hair, making sure the sand gets out. “May I was your beautiful body princess.” Rafe asked cheekily. You let out a laugh and nodded your head. He was gentle with you, making sure you were squeaky clean and kept putting bubbles on you. After washing it off you turned to him, “Your turn.” You said smiling. The entire time you were washing him, he couldn’t stop smiling and giving you compliments.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said grabbing your face as you were putting soap on his chest. You leaned up and gave him a soft kiss in which he returned quickly. As you leaned back, you rested your forehead on his, enjoying eachothers company. As you finished your shower, you felt yourself fighting sleep. Rafe helped you put on your clothes and laid you down on your bed. You watched as he put on his boxers and sweats that you hide in your closet before heading into bed with you.
“I love you, you know.” You tell Rafe, cuddling into his neck. He grabs your face and tilts it up to look at him, “I love you.” He says, looking into your eyes. You smile at him and snuggle your face into his neck. You and Rafe were getting comfortable in the warmth of eachother, all that could be heard is the loud noise of your broken fan. “Damn, remind me to get you a new fan.” Rafe joked, before you could laugh at his joke, all you hear is stumbling in your house.
“My sister has the advil, take me to her room.” John B’s voice slurred outside your door. Before you and Rafe could react, John B, Sarah, Kie, JJ, Pope, and Cleo barge through your door, smelling like booze and sweat. “Get the fuck out!” You try yelling, attempting to hide Rafe behind your back with your blanket. “Rafe?” Sarah said, her face turning into disbelief next to a disgusted John B, while everyone else turned amused. “What the fuck is he doing here?” JJ asked.
“You guys want to be mad at anyone, be mad at me.” You whisper panicking while Rafe was still holding you, now with a frustrated face at your friends. “Believe me when I say we are mad at you. Rafe? We suspect this from, but you’re my sister, you’re supposed to know better.” John B slurred. Sarah went to say something and before she could speak, “Don’t say shit Sarah.” Rafe said firmly.
“Excuse me?” She responded offended. You feel the tension rising between the two siblings. “Relax.” You whispered to Rafe. “Nah, Sarah you cheated on Top with your best friends brother, this isn’t the end of the world. You two need to stop acting like hypocrites.” Rafe said, annoyed at the situation. Sarah chose to stay silent after Rafe’s words hit her hard. “This is who you want to waste your time with?” John B scoffed.
You felt anger creep into your skin after your brothers harsh words, “Wasting my time?” You questioned. Before John B could respond, “Rafe is the only person that chooses to be with me because he wants too, you care so much about your new girlfriend and friends that you can’t even spare a day to spend time with your sister.” Your voice cracking at the last word. Rafe’s hand didn’t leave your back, comforting you through whatever this situation was. John B stood there, still tipsy, not knowing how to respond. Sarah whispered your name, “No, cause you were supposed to be my best friend yet you’ve occupied yourself with my brother and his friends, did you forget I was here too?” You said.
Rafe was pissed at how much you were hurt by the people you told him cared about you the most. “How long?” John B asked. “Seven months,” Rafe replied before you could, “Seven fucking months your sister was worried about how you would react to this, and she wasn’t wrong about it either because look at how stupid all of you look. Nobody gave a shit when Sarah started dating you but God forbid I start falling for your sister.” Rafe said, hard and clear for everyone to hear.
“Just get out.” You whispered, too exhausted to argue back. Pope and Cleo gave an apologetic smile, while JJ and Kie just walked out. “I’m sorry.” John B whispered and walked out holding Sarah’s hand, who looked like she was on the verge of tears. They shut the door and Rafe quickly got up to lock it. He got back into bed with you while murmuring curses towards them. “M’ sorry Rafe, they just don’t so you like I do.” You said sadly. “Don’t fucking apologize for them, I could never be mad at you, I’m sorry for how they treated you.” He said gently holding your face in his hand while the other caressing your back.
You buried your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. “I love you Rafe.” You said gently. “I love you more than you know, now sleep and forget about them, tomorrow will be a new day for us.” He said kissing your temple, holding you closer. You leave a kiss under his ear, feeling his grin grow against your head. “Goodnight Rafe.” You said . “Goodnight princess.” He says, gently massaging your hair as you two fall asleep.
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you had just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago and one late evening you decide that you’re ready for rafe to finally take your virginity.
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+, sexual themes, smut, rafe is big asf, very descriptive, swearing, p in v, rafe doing aftercare after.(bc i said so.)
𝐖/𝐂: 2,1k
you always thought you’re going to wait until marriage before having sex. well, that was before you met your boyfriend rafe. you haven’t slept with him yet, no, god no. but everytime you look at him you feel that strange feeling in your stomach, the one that says: i just want you to fuck me. and little did you know your boyfriend thought the same about you.
you never said anything of course, and neither did he. rafe didn’t push, he never pushed you. not for sex, not for anything. because he knew exactly what it felt like being pushed his whole life. his life was a big mess without understanding from the people around him. no one understood him, and everytime he fell into that big hole because of all these problems he had, he found himself at your door in front of your parents house. because now he finally had someone who understood him, loved him and was there for him. he wasn’t just the rich kook on figure eight everybody feared because of his dangerous look in the eyes or his psychotic actions, he was just a boy who was misunderstood since the day he could think.
your boyfriend admired you, truly. you’d catch him looking at you from a distance at some kooks party no matter what corner you’re in right now. he would scan every man’s face at the party because even if a man looked at you wrong, there would be a total disaster and maybe even a few thrown punches. he just couldn’t help himself, he just got so aggressive when he saw someone looking at you with their eyes full of lust or admiration because rafe was the only one who had the right to do that. you were his girlfriend after all. but once you two were alone he got all soft and gentle. it was like he behaved like a whole different person, a thing he didn’t even really notice about himself.
one rainy evening you found yourself on rafe’s bed, just mindlessly scrolling through your phone, desperately trying to decide between the five pictures you wanted to post on instagram. rafe’s bedroom was bathed in a soft glow of a single lamp. you were so glued to your phone you didn’t even notice rafe’s bedroom door opening and him stepping out in just a towel around his waist. only when you heard him say your name your eyes finally snapped up to him.
“hey baby.” god his voice was so hot when he called you that. and that smirk he always wore was just as bad as his teasing voice. your eyes trailed over his body and then snapped back up to his face. he just chuckled and turned away, distracted by searching for clean clothes to wear.
“rafe.” your voice came out louder than you expected it to. he hummed in response, and suddenly you were on your feet behind him, he felt your presence that made him turn around and face you. the next thing he noticed was you wrapping your arms around his bare neck and your warm lips against his, kissing him.
he didn’t fully kiss you back but didn’t push you away either. he had no idea where to put his arms until you pulled away. “hey..” rafe said gently, his eyes searching yours. “what happened?”
“nothing..just kiss me rafe.” you whispered against his mouth. you could feel his confused eyes trying to make sense of your desperate behaviour before he finally leaned in to kiss you. the kiss was slow at first, trying, testing you. but the kiss quickly changed. your lips started moving against each other with more force, leaving you both breathless. you pulled away for a few seconds just to crash your lips back against his. your hand buried into his buzzed hair, tugging on it and letting out a soft whine. your body was on fire. you were sure rafe could already feel the heat between your legs. suddenly you felt his strong hands cup the back of your thighs and lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. his hands cupped your ass as his mouth made contact with the sensitive skin of your neck, pulling a soft whimper from you.
the next thing you noticed was rafe laying you down on his bed, towering over you. you looked down and saw the towel slipping from his waist. “fuck me rafe.please.” you were whining, begging, not even knowing you could be so desperate. “are you sure? i want your first time to be-“
“rafe.” you interrupted him immediately, your body already shaking with need under him. “i’ve wanted this for so long, and i’m sure you did too. please don’t make me ask twice. i want this with you and only you. i’m sure. just touch me. please just touch me.” you didn’t even notice at first but after a moment you felt the hard press of his arousal through the towel around his waist against your thigh, and it sent heat straight to your heat between your legs. you clenched your thighs together, trying to ease the aching feeling. god you wanted it so bad.
“do you want this with me?” rafe asked you slowly, his blue eyes boring into yours, your faces close. you nodded again immediately. “baby.” his voice dropped deeper. “talk.do you want this with me or not?i need you to use words.”
“yes rafe i do.” you said once again. he let out a sigh, no smirk, no smile on his face. just pure adoration and lust in his eyes. “tell me if you want me to stop, hear me?” his fingers stared tracing your waist and up to your chest, slowly undressing you.he spent the next five minutes just caressing your body and kissing you, trying to soothe you despite being so turned on himself. he just wanted you to remember this night forever, and he wanted it to be a good memory for you.
ten minutes later you were completely undressed and lying underneath him. the only thing you still had on was your bra and underwear. your chest rose and fell, the pace clearly too fast. you wanted this so bad but couldn’t help the nervous feeling pooling in your chest. rafe noticed.he noticed everything. “do you want me to stop?” he whispered in a deep voice, his lips close to your neck.
“no.no i’m just nervous im sorry.” you said through half lidded eyes. you felt him tuck a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “don’t be. im going to take care of you. you trust me right? relax.just relax for me.”
rafe couldn’t help but groan in your ear as he pushed his hips forward once again in a slow pace. his big cock disappearing and showing again as he pulled out before thrusting back into your virgin cunt. he tried to be careful, slow, gentle. he really did. but your warm, dripping pussy clenching around him could make him cum right there and now.
“r-rafe you’re so big.. “ you cried out, tears of pleasure and pain forming in your eyes. “slow down…rafe slow down..” one hand of yours gripped his trained biceps to ground yourself somehow.
“shh..it’s okay it’s okay. it won’t hurt for too long. i promise.” he immediately slowed down, just like you asked him to. his hips drove into yours with a slow, deep pace. making you moan out his name, your other hand gripping the sheets tightly. he noticed your hand and took your hand in his, pinning it right next to your face on the sheets. your fingers intertwined with his as he fucked you into the mattress. squelching sounds filled rafe’s bedroom, and the only thing you could focus were his eyes boring into yours when you looked up at his face. rafe let out a moan as he pushed into you completely. “just like that. god you’re beautiful.” he let go of your hand for a moment and brushed a loose strand of hair out of your face, before intertwining your hands again. he could feel you clenching more and more around him, and he knew exactly what that meant.
“r-rafe..oh..oh god.i feel like i’m going to pee.” you continued to moan into his ear. getting all tingly under him. you couldn’t lay still because the pleasure was too much.
“no baby youre cumming. its okay just let it out. let it come.” you squeezed his hand so tightly like you never did before and he squeezed back. the sound of your high pitched moans and his deep groans filled the whole room. he couldn’t even hear the music he put on low speaker anymore. “cum for me baby, come on, shh.”
that weird feeling in your stomach got more intense and suddenly everything came crashing down. your back arched off the mattress, your thighs shaking uncontrollably. you cried out his name and so did he. he cried out your name. his release spilled into you just two seconds after your orgasm. he didn’t expect to come this fast, especially right after you did, but he was already spilling into you. his white cum filled you completely, it was so much that your inner thighs were covered in his release. his hard cock started to soften and he pulled out carefully, his hand immediately going to your face.
“fuck.”
he caressed your cheek for a moment, before pulling away and standing up right away. you looked at him like you couldn’t believe your eyes. where the fuck was he going? you were so out of power you couldn’t even move properly. you saw him get out of the room. wow. you were too confused to process what was happening and honestly you didn’t even have much time to. when you glanced up again you saw rafe hurrying back into the bathroom with a warm washcloth in his hands. he crawled onto the bed and started to clean you up. his hands spread your thighs to clean the mess in between them. you just started at his hands, the back up at his face. no one ever did this with you, well. how would they? you were a virgin and just lost your virginity after all. but you didn’t expect rafe to do that for you. after he cleaned you up he helped you sit into a more comfortable position before pulling you into his arms. his hand cradled the back of your head. you buried your face into his chest. “shh.. i got you. are you okay? did i hurt you?” you shook your head immediately. “tell me what you need and i’ll get it for you.”
“i don’t need anything. i just need you rafe.” your voice was tired, you were tired, he knew that. “i’m proud of you. you did so good for me.” rafe reassured you. running his fingers through your hair. he pulled at your hair gently, signaling he wanted you to look at him. he cupped your cheek in one hand. “you should sleep. you’re powered out right now. i’m here.” he pressed a kiss to your temple. you were too tired to even notice or feel everything, your head falling back into his chest.
“sleep with me…” you mumbled, already starting to doze off. he didn’t say anything else, just pulled you closer by your bare waist and burying his fingers into your hair before nuzzling his nose in your hair, inhaling the scent of you shampoo.
“i love you, rafe.”
“i love you more.” he looked down to see your reaction, but you were already asleep. he fell asleep too not so long after you. his arms still wrapped tightly around you. your naked bodies intertwined with each other under the blankets rafe had pulled around you both earlier. and the last thought he had before he fell asleep, what he did to deserve you to trust him like that. you trust him to touch you. you trusted him with your body, and that meant the world to him.
𝐀/𝐍: i actually hate this so fucking bad but this has been sitting in my drafts since like 2 weeks lmfao. this was not proofread AT ALL so feel free to correct any mistakes you might find!! my requests are always open so once again feel free to request any idea that’s going through your head xx
summary: rafe overhears you and sarah talking about your boyfriend, and somehow you two end up in the bathroom not so long after
pairing: best friend’s brother!rafe x reader
warnings: smut, cheating, just 18+ content
a/n: i haven’t written in ages so i’m sorry if this bad, but i’ve tried my best. btw i’m working on my requested stories too. this is also my longest story ever, so i’m too lazy to rr it guys sorry..
you were lying flat on sarah’s bed, staring up at the ceiling while sarah was sitting instead, eating some sour candy from the package. you two have been talking for maybe an hour about some random topics that popped up in your head. after a while of silence, sarah’s eyes fell on you as a small cheeky smile spread on her face.
"what about you and thomas?" sarah leaned back on her palms as she stared at you. you shrugged "what about me and thomas?" a smile appeared on your face too. you knew sarah wanted gossip and even tho she’s your bestfriend you never really mentioned your boyfriend for some reason. maybe because your relationship wasn’t really the one you thought you’d experience with thomas. sarah groaned and threw her head back "girl you never talk about him, i want to know some details."
you chuckled and shook your head "okay okay fine! what kind of details do you have in mind exactly?" your smile turned into a more teasing one because you were like 99.9% sure you knew what kind of stuff sarah’s interested in. "have y’all fu-" and you were right. you cut her off "i knew it. you’re such a perv." a soft laugh escaped you and sarah forced a gasp "can you blame me? don’t act like you didn’t ask me when i started dating topper." you rolled your eyes before you sighed. "should i be honest?"
"100%" sarah ate another piece of candy as she watched you eagerly, waiting for the most nasty freaky answers from you. "it ain’t that good." sarah’s face dropped — damn she wanted something spicy. "seriously? i was expecting something.. well something." you cackled at that before you sat up too, now facing her. "like it’s not bad but.. it’s more like can’t-wait-till-it’s-over kind of sex." sarah listened to you and nodded cause she really did feel you. "i mean you can always find someone else." sarah stared at you and chuckled when you smacked her shoulder. "of course that’s your idea! girl i’m not.. like that. and he’s nice to me and all, he treats me good."
you two kept talking about it, completely unaware that behind the closed door was rafe, hearing every single word you said about thomas not "satisfying" you enough, how you aren’t really happy in the relationship blah blah blah.. he was intrigued. he knew you have a boyfriend, sarah’s told him - she runs her mouth way too often. but that’s literally it, you and him aren’t close at all.. he’s just your best friend’s brother to you, stupidly hot but absolutely insufferable.
"just.. say you were drunk or something." sarah cackled and you just nudged her "i’m not gonna cheat on him, sarah." a small smile in disbelief was on your face, that rafe couldn’t see but clearly hear in your tone. "i’ll just.. deal with it somehow. i’ll talk to him." sarah chuckled before she stood up. "boring." she ran her fingers through her hair before speaking up again "i need some more snacks. you want something?"
when rafe heard that he quietly tip toed into his room nearby and closed the door behind him. this cocky smirk remained on his face the whole time - while he was listening until he entered his room.
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sarah put on some series when she brought snacks and you got bored of all the talking. it didn’t take long until your best friend fell asleep.. typical, she always falls asleep soon even tho she promises she won’t this time. it was 11 maybe 12 pm. you turned off the tv and realized the whole house is completely quiet so everyone was most likely asleep. you still haven’t brushed your teeth tho. you pulled out the light pink toothbrush from your backpack and even tho you were also kinda tired, you left sarah’s room and walked towards the bathroom.
you opened the door and suddenly there was rafe in front of your eyes, chest bare with just a towel wrapped around his waist. you froze in place for a few seconds before you quickly apologized. a smirk was on his face in a second again "s’fine, come in m’gonna leave in a minute anyways." you walked in and partially closed the door. you started brushing your teeth, there was this awkward silence between you and him. not something you haven’t experienced before so. it took you a few minutes and when you were cleaning your mouth with water, he suddenly spoke up. "i’ve heard you got a boyfriend." your eyes shot up at him in the still kinda foggy mirror.
he took a small step closer "sarah’s told me. obviously." you nodded a little "yeah. you’ve heard right." you turned on your heel and started walking away.
"i also heard he doesn’t fuck you good enough."
you stopped in your track, your back facing him. his smirk widened and he crossed his arms. "have i heard that right too?" he added, just to make you feel more embarrassed. you forced a smile before you turned around. "i mean that’s like none of your business."
"hey" he stopped you once more. you rolled your eyes before you turned around again "what?" your eyes ran over his bare chest briefly.. you couldn’t even help it. he was holding your toothbrush, waiting for you to come get it. you walked back into the bathroom and just when you were about to take your toothbrush back, he leaned down and kissed you. you just pulled back quickly and stared at him "wha.." your voice trailed off when you noticed his eyes wandering over your face and body. he dropped the toothbrush on the wash basin and started kissing you again. you didn’t pull back this time tho.
his hand was on your hip, squeezing it softly as the free one closed the door and locked it. your hands ran over his bare chest, feeling the defined muscles under your fingertips made you slowly get wet. the kissing became more passionate and hungry, his tongue darting into your mouth, his hands now gripping your ass firmly. you could feel his cock getting harder as he was pressed up against you with the thin towel still loosely wrapped around his hips.
his hand slipped into your pyjama shorts as he touched you through your now soaked panties. he smirked against your mouth, his fingers rubbing your clit through the fabric. you pulled back just to sigh in pleasure, while your foreheads remained pressed together. he planted a few kisses on your neck as he backed you up against the wash basin. his free hand reached up to cup your breast underneath your shirt, squeezing and pinching your nipple. you were dripping wet at this point. you wanted him so bad, you forgot about your boyfriend at all.
he didn’t waste more time and pulled your shirt up over your head and threw it away. his eyes landed on your breasts before he cupped them, kissing your neck and collarbone. his wet mouth sucked on your nipple, his tongue rubbing against it once and then. he had to lean down so that’s when he lifted you up so you sat on the edge of the wash basin instead. you moaned quietly and he smirked against your breast.
your shorts and panties went off in no time. "shit.. you’re so wet f’me." he murmured as he kept staring at your cunt. then he reached down slid two fingers inside you. you moaned, his eyes still on your face, not leaving for a second. he moved his fingers in and out fast, curling them so he’d rub the right spot. you whimpered softly, your eyes fluttering in pleasure. he fastened up the pace of his fingers, his other hand still on your breast. when he kept touching the right spot again and again, you gripped his shoulder tightly and moaned a little louder.
"be quiet." he murmured before he moved his fingers even faster, the wet squelching sound echoing the bathroom. just when you were about to come he pulled his fingers out, which were now soaking wet with your juices. you opened your eyes and looked at him. he smirked while he put you down again "you’re so needy." he turned you around and let the towel drop down to his ankles. he stroked himself a few times. you didn’t even get the chance to see the size of his cock. he slammed his hips into yours, your body jerking forward. you moaned softly and gripped the basin tightly. he held your hips, now thrusting into you, kinda slowly at first. he leaned over you, his chest against your back as he wiped the mirror so you could see your face and him behind you since it remained foggy. he fastened up again, fucking you harder and faster now.. his eyes were on you the whole time, watching the way your ass slammed against his hips or the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure for a second.
he wrapped his arm around your waist and held you up, your back against his chest again. his other hand wrapped around your throat softly as he stared down at your face. he groaned and panted as he kept the pace fast. your moans were getting louder and honestly none of you cared at this point now. "does-fuuuuuck-i bet he doesn’t hear allat does he?" he murmured playfully, his breath hot against your ear. you were busy moaning to answer so he squeezed your throat briefly.
"answer me." his tone was firm as he kept fucking you deep and so fast. you shook your head quickly "n-no.. he doesn’t." you whimpered right after. he chuckled playfully "so.. i fuck you better than your man.. damn what a shame." he panted as these words left his mouth. he threw his head back a little bit as he felt your pussy clenching around his cock. "you close?" you nodded, your brows knitted in pleasure. this wasn’t even close to what your boyfriend makes you feel. he grinned "yeah? you gonna cum f’me?" you gave him a weak nod again. "wonderin’ how would your boyfriend feel about this.. knowing your best friend’s brother fucks you better mhm?" rafe chuckled with a smirk at that. it didn’t take long until you came hard all over his dick and that’s when he lost it too. his brows furrowed too, and he moaned as he came hard. he kept his cock buried inside of you. you felt it softening slowly as you two kept breathing heavily.
he pecked your cheek twice before he planted a few more kisses on your neck. then he pulled out finally and just grabbed his towel nearby and gave it to you. he put on his fresh boxers prepared on a chair nearby and looked at you. you got dressed too and when you were about to leave he stopped you for the third time tonight. "your tootbrush." he smirked at you. a small smile was on your face too. you just took it and then left the bathroom. on your way back you realized that you just cheated on your boyfriend.. but unfortunately, the guilt was quickly quieted down by the satisfaction you were feeling..
In Season 6 of Winx Club, Helia had his heart frozen by Icy, causing him to become cold and aggressive. Could you write a Yandere Helia headcanons where his beloved, instead of him, has her heart frozen by Icy?
Sjkfowofofps ooo I really like this! I haven’t seen season 6 so if this isn’t super canon compliant just give me some grace 😅
YANDERE!HELIA X FROZEN!HEART!READER HEADCANONS
Helia is such a chill wanders normally, he hides his crazy well and everyone thinks he’s just really down bad.
But if you got your heart frozen? Full crazy would come out.
And it’s not just that he’s upset you’re being cold and aggressive, he could deal with that if it was how you really felt
But it ISNT obviously his beautiful darling would never treat him this way! You’re too perfect to ever be so cold
And he also feels so guilty, it’s his job to keep you safe and happy and healthy but now you’re hurt and acting out and he feels like it’s all his fault
The winx girls let him take care of you, why would they not? They don’t think he’s crazy or obsessive, if anything they think he’s person you’re safest with
He will cry and beg you to just be you again, be his good darling because he still loves you even if you’re aggressive
You can’t feel anything you normally do for him, if anything any of the bad feelings you had are amplified
You had your suspicions that he was a hit too into you? You’re telling that he’s obsessed, he’s creepy, he needs to leave you alone
He’ll keep you with him as long as it takes, until Faragonda or the girls can find a way to cure you, and he’ll keep you close even if you fight against it because you’re his darling beloved, and he’ll never leave you. Ever.
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