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𐙚⋆.˚ genre :: parental advisor - explicit content [SMUT WRITTEN BY A MINOR, DON’T READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE!], one night stand (for now¿), “love” at first sight, drinking and smoking 🍃, 67 mention oops, y/n and y/n/n mentioned
⋆˚࿔ special notes :: written with a family of five in mind - mom, dad, reader(the oldest, age 18/19), and two little siblings
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
the outer banks - paradise on earth.
the kind of place you either dream of visiting or already have a vacation scheduled in advance.
you were the latter - coming from a wealthy family, your parents waited for the right moment when you and your siblings will be old enough to travel to the island. and this summer, it was finally time.
so here you are, music on full blast in your ears to keep out the noise of your family as you drove from the airport down to your hotel. the view outside the window was incredible - beautiful beaches, warm sun, the entire package for a vacation. it’s gonna be relaxing, right?
ʚɞ
“hurry up, we’re gonna be late for dinner!” your mom yelled from the other room.
“no, we’re not! it’s a buffet, what do you think will happen, the food will finish?” you shouted back, eyes focused in the mirror as you applied your mascara.
“don’t talk to your mother like that!” you dad entered the conversation. great.
you groaned, putting the mascara aside and walking out to where your parents stood near the exit.
“I’m not even hungry, do i have to go?” you asked, earning a “here we go again” from your dad. “no, i’m really not hungry! please, can i go explore the island?”
your parents looked at each other, gazes lingering for a few moments before sighing and looking back at you. “well you are old enough…”
you didn’t even let them finish. “okay, thank you!” you said quickly before they could change their minds, grabbing your purse and putting on your shoes before heading out the door. “bye, i’ll be safe!” and shut the door behind you.
finally, you thought to yourself. some peace and quiet.
you decided to wander on the beach, maybe find a quiet spot to relax and listen to music - but fate had other plans for you.
instead, you found loud music coming from the distance, along with the sound of laughter and people talking loudly. why not explore?
so you followed the noise. until you were met with a large group of people around your age, some sitting on the sand and some standing to the side, most with red solo cups and some with joints. they all looked so… happy. so connected to each other.
you decided to walk over, maybe grab a cup of whatever they were drinking. beer, by the smell of it. you scanned the area, deciding who to ask for help before your eyes landed on a small group of boys a bit older than you standing nearby, the tallest one of them wearing a backwards hat as he talked to the others, a red solo cup in his hand. exactly what you were searching for.
and just as you were about to approach him to ask on the whereabouts of the drinks, he turned his head suddenly and locked eyes with you.
and it felt like forever.
his blue eyes glistened in the soft light of the moon and the fairy lights around, meeting yours from what felt like right in front of you and 67 million light years away at the same time.
the skin around his eyes crinkled with a soft smile right as he looked back to his friends, before turning back to you. he took a step away from the group and towards your direction, beckoning you closer to him with a flick of his fingers.
as if hypnotised, your legs moved on their own to him, stopping just an arm’s reach from him.
wow, he’s tall.
“hey,” and he’s got the softest voice ever. and his eyes look better up close. “you’re not local.”
“no, i’m here on vacation,” you answered, neck already straining from having to look up at him “i, umm.. i’m y/n.”
“rafe.” he replied, free hand extended forward to shake yours, which you took gladly. and wowwww, his hands are huge. practically engulfing yours. and soooo warm.
the handshake lingered for just a moment too long, after which you two looked each other in the eye before departing your hands and looking away, rafe’s hand going to scratch at the back of his neck.
“so, uhh.. you here alone?” he asked after a few moments of awkward silence, looking back at you as he took a sip from his cup.
you shook your head. “no, my parents and little siblings are back at the hotel. came to explore the beach, found a… party, instead.”
“nahh, it’s not a party,” he chuckled, “just the kegger. a get-together to all locals who are the right age to be here. there’s usually fights. i’m usually involved.” he laughed nervously.
“why you don’t have a drink?” he asked, noticing your empty hands.
“i just came here, not so sure where i could get one.” you answered, to which his eyes crinkled in a soft smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“come on then, we’ll get you one.” rafe said, putting his free hand on your upper back before pulling back a few inches. “i, uhh… it’s okay, right? if i touch you?”
you nodded, almost too quickly. “yeah, it’s alright. don’t worry.” but in your head it sounded more like, “yes, please touch me. touch me everywhere-“
that’s so wrong. you just met the guy, what are you going on about? anyway -
rafe’s hand returned to your upper back, starting to guide you towards the big beer barrel on the other side of the sorta-circle everyone were sitting in.
“ayo, bring me a cup for the lady.” he waved over to someone, his hand still on your back. a few seconds later, the same guy rafe shouted at handed you a cup with beer, muttering a small “you’re welcome” at your “thanks” before going back to his friends.
you brought the cup up to your lips, eyes closed shut as the bitter drink made its way down your throat.
“what, not so used to drinking?” rafe chuckled, thumb rubbing small circles on your upper back as you answered.
“no, not really. i drink sometimes with my parents, but only on holidays and special occasions.” you said, subconsciously leaning back into his hand. you didn’t even notice it, but he did. a sharp man he is.
“well, if you even don’t wanna drink this beer i’m here to take it.” he joked, starting to walk away from the keg all while leading you with him. “interested in some weed?” he asked, suddenly pulling a rolled up joint from behind his ear.
you hesitated for a moment before answering. “i mean… sure, why not.”
he hummed in response, hand drifting a few inches lower on your back before letting go, sitting down in a secluded spot on the sand and patting the spot beside him. “you ever smoked?”
you sat down in the sand, shaking your head at rafe’s question. “no, nothing.”
“you sure you want to try with me?” he asked, turning his head to you. his eyes were weirdly soft, and his voice almost… protective? or are you imagining it? either way, he cares. he cares!
“i think yeah,” you nodded, watching as he smiled slightly and lit the joint with a lighter. “unless you’re a serial killer and gonna murder me as soon as i get high?”
he snickered, taking a deep inhale of the drug before speaking, “oh, obviously.”
he passed the joint to you, your fingers brushing as he did. “breathe in slow, okay? nothing sharp, keep it in for a few seconds, then breathe out. it’s okay if it burns, it’s supposed to.”
you nodded at his instructions, bringing the joint up to your mouth and wrapping your lips around it. you took a slow breath as instructed, keeping the smoke in for five counted seconds, and letting it all out with a cough, your eyes tearing up.
“hey, hey, it’s alright,” rafe chuckled, his hand patting your back to help you cough it out. “you okay?”
“yeah, yeah, it’s just a lot.” you said between coughs, passing rafe the joint back.
the joint kept on passing back and forth, the cups started to be less and less full of beer until they were emptied and the weed roll was burned out.
your head felt like it’s in the clouds - like you’re dreaming. you’re high out of your mind, a bit drunk of cheap beer, and you’ve got a handsome boy by you’re side.
you’re giggling, head thrown back at each little thing rafe says.
you’ve talked about so many things - family situation (rafe’s mom died when he was younger, you have two little annoying siblings), what you’re doing at the moment (rafe is unemployed, you’re in college), and of course, the place where each high conversation eventually leads to. sex.
“i lost my virginity at 16,” rafe said. “my girlfriend at the time. it was my birthday present to her.”
you hummed, laying on your back staring at the stars above you. “i lost mine last year, to my boyf- well, now ex.” you said, voice just loud enough to hear over the music.
“was it good?” he asked, grunting softly as he lanes back to lay next to you on the sand, his head turned towards you.
“not really. he was small,” you said with a soft laugh, turning your head towards rafe to look at him. “and he had garlic breath. like, always.”
he laughed at that. like, full-on shoulders shaking and eyes crinkling laughing. and his lips were stretched wideeee over his mouth.
his lips.
his lips.
his lips.
they looked sooooo pillowy in the soft light. a bit dry, to be honest, but nothing that can’t be fixed with your saliva-WOAHHH.
you looked at each other for what felt like forever. eyes staring into each other’s. hands brushing against each other on the sand. inching closer and closer and closer together until he wrapped his hand around yours.
his oh-so-biggggg hand. you wonder what this hand could else do-NO. no no no.
or maybe… yes?
either way, his eyes gazed into yours like you hung the moon. or maybe it’s the weed talking. or the beer. or it is in fact him.
his eyes. his eyes. his blue eyes.
his eyes flickered down to your lips.
his eyes. flickered down to your lips.
and he leaned a little closer to you.
just close enough for you to feel his breath on you. just enough.
subconsciously, your eyes drifted to his lips. his pillowy in the soft light, a tad bit dry and cracked.
“i could kiss you right now.” rafe whispered, his voice even softer than his lips.
you’re lucky it’s dark, because then he couldn’t see you blushing at his words. “yeah, you could.”
“well, can i?” he asked, voice barely audible.
you nodded without even thinking about it. before your drug-hazed brain could even process his words.
he moved even faster, lips crashing on yours and his hand moving to cup the back of your head. your lips moved in sync, tongues and teeth clashing against each other almost immediately.
your arms moved to wrap around his neck almost naturally, pulling yourself even closer to him as the two of you kissed passionately.
rafe was quick to slide his hand down to your thigh, massaging it for a few moments before pulling it to rest over his hip, the movement causing you to tip backwards to lay on you back and rafe to lay half atop of you.
“mmh, fuck- need y-,need you so bad, rafe…” you muttered against his lips, your own hand resting at his neck, thumb rubbing his jaw softly.
he chucked softly into your mouth, giving you one final kiss before pulling away. “oh yeah, you do?”
you whined, pulling rafe back into a kiss, whimpering into his mouth. “yeah, so bad, rafey,” you mumbled into the kiss, mouth chasing his when he started pulling away again, but to no avail as he held your jaw in place with a chuckle.
“wanna go to my car, y/n/n?”
you blushed at the nickname, nodding against his hand on your jaw.
you don’t remember much after that, just being in the back of rafe’s truck after what felt like mere seconds, shirt pulled up to expose your braless chest, shorts shoved down to your knees along with your panties, rafe’s shirt discarded somewhere on the floor and his own pants and boxers resting just under his ass, his hard cock hot inside you, hitting your cervix time and time again.
your hair was a mess on the leather seats beneath you, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as moans left you continuously, the car filled with the sound of skin hitting skin as rafe pounded into your cunt relentlessly, all feelings - physical and emotional - blurred thanks to the beer and weed from earlier.
“fuck, rafe - feels so good.” you moaned, hand locked behind rafe’s neck and legs wrapped around his waist to keep yourself close to him.
“yeah, it does?” he chuckled, continuing to fuck himself into you, the veins along his cock dragging against your spongy walls, your slick used as lube to smooth his movements.
you whimpered in response as he hit that spot deep inside you, the spot that you ex could never reach to satisfy you.
“i’ll take it as a yes,” he whispered, his hips thrusting into yours as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your jaw, nipping and sucking on the skin, the action soft and sweet in comparison to what you’re doing. “making you feel so good, so full, am i?” he asked, chuckling when he got breathy moans and gasps as a response.
“r-rafe, i’m gonna - gonna come,” you breathes shakily, legs shaking around his torso as you stared up into his eyes, tears filling your waterline.
“come for me, sweetie. come on, you can do that for me.” rafe encouraged you, one of his hands diving between your bodies to toy with the little bundle of nerves just over your slit.
it only took a few more thrusts from him for you to clench around his cock and cum hard, out of breath as he came inside you with a groan, his thrusts coming to a stop as he slowly lowered himself on top of you.
“feel okay?” rafe asked after a few moments of silence, turning his head from where it was buried in your shoulder to look at your out-of-breath self.
you nodded slowly in return, your eyes closed as your chest heaved, desperately trying to catch your breath.
he peppered more kisses to your shoulder and neck, slowly getting higher to kiss your cheek and finally, your lips.
you had to gather all your energy and strength to kiss him back, your lips loving against his, slicked with your saliva and yours with his.
“lemme clean you up, yeah?” rafe muttered, reaching out to grab his shirt, sitting back on his knees, spreading your legs to clean between them. “you sore?”
you hummed at his question, slowly opening your eyes to look at him. “a bit, but not too bad.”
silence filled the space between you for a while, you letting out the occasional shaky breath when rafe accidentally brushed his shirt the cleaning rag against your overstimulated clit.
he softly pulled your shirt back down to cover you, pulling your shorts and underwear back up once he made you sure were clean down there.
“so…” rafe started, sitting back on his knees and scratching the back of his neck. “need a lift to your hotel?”
you smiled. “i’d like that, yeah.” you answered, slowly but steadily sitting up.
he guided you to sit at the passenger sit, himself sitting in the driver’s seat up front, starting the car and driving towards your hotel once you’ve told him about its location.
“you know,” you started, staring out to the open road ahead of you. “i really enjoyed tonight.
“yeah, me too.” rafe replied, smiling at you as he took his eyes off the road for a second before looking back. “could you, uh… leave me your number, maybe? so we could talk?”
you chuckled at his flushed face. “of course, rafe.”
rest of the ride you drove in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
you sat still for a few moments after coming to a stop at your hotel, not mentally ready yet to leave. “thank you, really. tonight was amazing.” you finally said, turning your body towards him in your seat.
“no, thank you, y/n. you’re magical, truly.” he chuckled, staring at your face for a brief moment before looking away.
“i should get going.” you whispered, unbuckling your seatbelt.
“wait - “ this made you turn back towards rafe. “do you think i could get a goodnight kiss?”
you huffed, muttering a ‘of course’ before leaning in, closing the gap between you as your lips hit his again.
you smiled when you parted ways, opening the door and walking out towards your hotel with a wave of your hand.
yeah, rafe plans on texting you every day as long as you’re here.
𐙚⋆.˚ genre :: parental advisor - explicit content [SMUT WRITTEN BY A MINOR, DON’T READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE!], one night stand (for now¿), “love” at first sight, drinking and smoking 🍃, 67 mention oops, y/n and y/n/n mentioned
⋆˚࿔ special notes :: written with a family of five in mind - mom, dad, reader(the oldest, age 18/19), and two little siblings
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
the outer banks - paradise on earth.
the kind of place you either dream of visiting or already have a vacation scheduled in advance.
you were the latter - coming from a wealthy family, your parents waited for the right moment when you and your siblings will be old enough to travel to the island. and this summer, it was finally time.
so here you are, music on full blast in your ears to keep out the noise of your family as you drove from the airport down to your hotel. the view outside the window was incredible - beautiful beaches, warm sun, the entire package for a vacation. it’s gonna be relaxing, right?
ʚɞ
“hurry up, we’re gonna be late for dinner!” your mom yelled from the other room.
“no, we’re not! it’s a buffet, what do you think will happen, the food will finish?” you shouted back, eyes focused in the mirror as you applied your mascara.
“don’t talk to your mother like that!” you dad entered the conversation. great.
you groaned, putting the mascara aside and walking out to where your parents stood near the exit.
“I’m not even hungry, do i have to go?” you asked, earning a “here we go again” from your dad. “no, i’m really not hungry! please, can i go explore the island?”
your parents looked at each other, gazes lingering for a few moments before sighing and looking back at you. “well you are old enough…”
you didn’t even let them finish. “okay, thank you!” you said quickly before they could change their minds, grabbing your purse and putting on your shoes before heading out the door. “bye, i’ll be safe!” and shut the door behind you.
finally, you thought to yourself. some peace and quiet.
you decided to wander on the beach, maybe find a quiet spot to relax and listen to music - but fate had other plans for you.
instead, you found loud music coming from the distance, along with the sound of laughter and people talking loudly. why not explore?
so you followed the noise. until you were met with a large group of people around your age, some sitting on the sand and some standing to the side, most with red solo cups and some with joints. they all looked so… happy. so connected to each other.
you decided to walk over, maybe grab a cup of whatever they were drinking. beer, by the smell of it. you scanned the area, deciding who to ask for help before your eyes landed on a small group of boys a bit older than you standing nearby, the tallest one of them wearing a backwards hat as he talked to the others, a red solo cup in his hand. exactly what you were searching for.
and just as you were about to approach him to ask on the whereabouts of the drinks, he turned his head suddenly and locked eyes with you.
and it felt like forever.
his blue eyes glistened in the soft light of the moon and the fairy lights around, meeting yours from what felt like right in front of you and 67 million light years away at the same time.
the skin around his eyes crinkled with a soft smile right as he looked back to his friends, before turning back to you. he took a step away from the group and towards your direction, beckoning you closer to him with a flick of his fingers.
as if hypnotised, your legs moved on their own to him, stopping just an arm’s reach from him.
wow, he’s tall.
“hey,” and he’s got the softest voice ever. and his eyes look better up close. “you’re not local.”
“no, i’m here on vacation,” you answered, neck already straining from having to look up at him “i, umm.. i’m y/n.”
“rafe.” he replied, free hand extended forward to shake yours, which you took gladly. and wowwww, his hands are huge. practically engulfing yours. and soooo warm.
the handshake lingered for just a moment too long, after which you two looked each other in the eye before departing your hands and looking away, rafe’s hand going to scratch at the back of his neck.
“so, uhh.. you here alone?” he asked after a few moments of awkward silence, looking back at you as he took a sip from his cup.
you shook your head. “no, my parents and little siblings are back at the hotel. came to explore the beach, found a… party, instead.”
“nahh, it’s not a party,” he chuckled, “just the kegger. a get-together to all locals who are the right age to be here. there’s usually fights. i’m usually involved.” he laughed nervously.
“why you don’t have a drink?” he asked, noticing your empty hands.
“i just came here, not so sure where i could get one.” you answered, to which his eyes crinkled in a soft smile that vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“come on then, we’ll get you one.” rafe said, putting his free hand on your upper back before pulling back a few inches. “i, uhh… it’s okay, right? if i touch you?”
you nodded, almost too quickly. “yeah, it’s alright. don’t worry.” but in your head it sounded more like, “yes, please touch me. touch me everywhere-“
that’s so wrong. you just met the guy, what are you going on about? anyway -
rafe’s hand returned to your upper back, starting to guide you towards the big beer barrel on the other side of the sorta-circle everyone were sitting in.
“ayo, bring me a cup for the lady.” he waved over to someone, his hand still on your back. a few seconds later, the same guy rafe shouted at handed you a cup with beer, muttering a small “you’re welcome” at your “thanks” before going back to his friends.
you brought the cup up to your lips, eyes closed shut as the bitter drink made its way down your throat.
“what, not so used to drinking?” rafe chuckled, thumb rubbing small circles on your upper back as you answered.
“no, not really. i drink sometimes with my parents, but only on holidays and special occasions.” you said, subconsciously leaning back into his hand. you didn’t even notice it, but he did. a sharp man he is.
“well, if you even don’t wanna drink this beer i’m here to take it.” he joked, starting to walk away from the keg all while leading you with him. “interested in some weed?” he asked, suddenly pulling a rolled up joint from behind his ear.
you hesitated for a moment before answering. “i mean… sure, why not.”
he hummed in response, hand drifting a few inches lower on your back before letting go, sitting down in a secluded spot on the sand and patting the spot beside him. “you ever smoked?”
you sat down in the sand, shaking your head at rafe’s question. “no, nothing.”
“you sure you want to try with me?” he asked, turning his head to you. his eyes were weirdly soft, and his voice almost… protective? or are you imagining it? either way, he cares. he cares!
“i think yeah,” you nodded, watching as he smiled slightly and lit the joint with a lighter. “unless you’re a serial killer and gonna murder me as soon as i get high?”
he snickered, taking a deep inhale of the drug before speaking, “oh, obviously.”
he passed the joint to you, your fingers brushing as he did. “breathe in slow, okay? nothing sharp, keep it in for a few seconds, then breathe out. it’s okay if it burns, it’s supposed to.”
you nodded at his instructions, bringing the joint up to your mouth and wrapping your lips around it. you took a slow breath as instructed, keeping the smoke in for five counted seconds, and letting it all out with a cough, your eyes tearing up.
“hey, hey, it’s alright,” rafe chuckled, his hand patting your back to help you cough it out. “you okay?”
“yeah, yeah, it’s just a lot.” you said between coughs, passing rafe the joint back.
the joint kept on passing back and forth, the cups started to be less and less full of beer until they were emptied and the weed roll was burned out.
your head felt like it’s in the clouds - like you’re dreaming. you’re high out of your mind, a bit drunk of cheap beer, and you’ve got a handsome boy by you’re side.
you’re giggling, head thrown back at each little thing rafe says.
you’ve talked about so many things - family situation (rafe’s mom died when he was younger, you have two little annoying siblings), what you’re doing at the moment (rafe is unemployed, you’re in college), and of course, the place where each high conversation eventually leads to. sex.
“i lost my virginity at 16,” rafe said. “my girlfriend at the time. it was my birthday present to her.”
you hummed, laying on your back staring at the stars above you. “i lost mine last year, to my boyf- well, now ex.” you said, voice just loud enough to hear over the music.
“was it good?” he asked, grunting softly as he lanes back to lay next to you on the sand, his head turned towards you.
“not really. he was small,” you said with a soft laugh, turning your head towards rafe to look at him. “and he had garlic breath. like, always.”
he laughed at that. like, full-on shoulders shaking and eyes crinkling laughing. and his lips were stretched wideeee over his mouth.
his lips.
his lips.
his lips.
they looked sooooo pillowy in the soft light. a bit dry, to be honest, but nothing that can’t be fixed with your saliva-WOAHHH.
you looked at each other for what felt like forever. eyes staring into each other’s. hands brushing against each other on the sand. inching closer and closer and closer together until he wrapped his hand around yours.
his oh-so-biggggg hand. you wonder what this hand could else do-NO. no no no.
or maybe… yes?
either way, his eyes gazed into yours like you hung the moon. or maybe it’s the weed talking. or the beer. or it is in fact him.
his eyes. his eyes. his blue eyes.
his eyes flickered down to your lips.
his eyes. flickered down to your lips.
and he leaned a little closer to you.
just close enough for you to feel his breath on you. just enough.
subconsciously, your eyes drifted to his lips. his pillowy in the soft light, a tad bit dry and cracked.
“i could kiss you right now.” rafe whispered, his voice even softer than his lips.
you’re lucky it’s dark, because then he couldn’t see you blushing at his words. “yeah, you could.”
“well, can i?” he asked, voice barely audible.
you nodded without even thinking about it. before your drug-hazed brain could even process his words.
he moved even faster, lips crashing on yours and his hand moving to cup the back of your head. your lips moved in sync, tongues and teeth clashing against each other almost immediately.
your arms moved to wrap around his neck almost naturally, pulling yourself even closer to him as the two of you kissed passionately.
rafe was quick to slide his hand down to your thigh, massaging it for a few moments before pulling it to rest over his hip, the movement causing you to tip backwards to lay on you back and rafe to lay half atop of you.
“mmh, fuck- need y-,need you so bad, rafe…” you muttered against his lips, your own hand resting at his neck, thumb rubbing his jaw softly.
he chucked softly into your mouth, giving you one final kiss before pulling away. “oh yeah, you do?”
you whined, pulling rafe back into a kiss, whimpering into his mouth. “yeah, so bad, rafey,” you mumbled into the kiss, mouth chasing his when he started pulling away again, but to no avail as he held your jaw in place with a chuckle.
“wanna go to my car, y/n/n?”
you blushed at the nickname, nodding against his hand on your jaw.
you don’t remember much after that, just being in the back of rafe’s truck after what felt like mere seconds, shirt pulled up to expose your braless chest, shorts shoved down to your knees along with your panties, rafe’s shirt discarded somewhere on the floor and his own pants and boxers resting just under his ass, his hard cock hot inside you, hitting your cervix time and time again.
your hair was a mess on the leather seats beneath you, mouth open in an ‘o’ shape as moans left you continuously, the car filled with the sound of skin hitting skin as rafe pounded into your cunt relentlessly, all feelings - physical and emotional - blurred thanks to the beer and weed from earlier.
“fuck, rafe - feels so good.” you moaned, hand locked behind rafe’s neck and legs wrapped around his waist to keep yourself close to him.
“yeah, it does?” he chuckled, continuing to fuck himself into you, the veins along his cock dragging against your spongy walls, your slick used as lube to smooth his movements.
you whimpered in response as he hit that spot deep inside you, the spot that you ex could never reach to satisfy you.
“i’ll take it as a yes,” he whispered, his hips thrusting into yours as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your jaw, nipping and sucking on the skin, the action soft and sweet in comparison to what you’re doing. “making you feel so good, so full, am i?” he asked, chuckling when he got breathy moans and gasps as a response.
“r-rafe, i’m gonna - gonna come,” you breathes shakily, legs shaking around his torso as you stared up into his eyes, tears filling your waterline.
“come for me, sweetie. come on, you can do that for me.” rafe encouraged you, one of his hands diving between your bodies to toy with the little bundle of nerves just over your slit.
it only took a few more thrusts from him for you to clench around his cock and cum hard, out of breath as he came inside you with a groan, his thrusts coming to a stop as he slowly lowered himself on top of you.
“feel okay?” rafe asked after a few moments of silence, turning his head from where it was buried in your shoulder to look at your out-of-breath self.
you nodded slowly in return, your eyes closed as your chest heaved, desperately trying to catch your breath.
he peppered more kisses to your shoulder and neck, slowly getting higher to kiss your cheek and finally, your lips.
you had to gather all your energy and strength to kiss him back, your lips loving against his, slicked with your saliva and yours with his.
“lemme clean you up, yeah?” rafe muttered, reaching out to grab his shirt, sitting back on his knees, spreading your legs to clean between them. “you sore?”
you hummed at his question, slowly opening your eyes to look at him. “a bit, but not too bad.”
silence filled the space between you for a while, you letting out the occasional shaky breath when rafe accidentally brushed his shirt the cleaning rag against your overstimulated clit.
he softly pulled your shirt back down to cover you, pulling your shorts and underwear back up once he made you sure were clean down there.
“so…” rafe started, sitting back on his knees and scratching the back of his neck. “need a lift to your hotel?”
you smiled. “i’d like that, yeah.” you answered, slowly but steadily sitting up.
he guided you to sit at the passenger sit, himself sitting in the driver’s seat up front, starting the car and driving towards your hotel once you’ve told him about its location.
“you know,” you started, staring out to the open road ahead of you. “i really enjoyed tonight.
“yeah, me too.” rafe replied, smiling at you as he took his eyes off the road for a second before looking back. “could you, uh… leave me your number, maybe? so we could talk?”
you chuckled at his flushed face. “of course, rafe.”
rest of the ride you drove in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
you sat still for a few moments after coming to a stop at your hotel, not mentally ready yet to leave. “thank you, really. tonight was amazing.” you finally said, turning your body towards him in your seat.
“no, thank you, y/n. you’re magical, truly.” he chuckled, staring at your face for a brief moment before looking away.
“i should get going.” you whispered, unbuckling your seatbelt.
“wait - “ this made you turn back towards rafe. “do you think i could get a goodnight kiss?”
you huffed, muttering a ‘of course’ before leaning in, closing the gap between you as your lips hit his again.
you smiled when you parted ways, opening the door and walking out towards your hotel with a wave of your hand.
yeah, rafe plans on texting you every day as long as you’re here.
