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[loveharlow]

💬: i was in a mood and just couldn't stop thinking about rafe having a wet dream while sleeping in the bed with bsf!reader

swearing, light smut, i don't know if this is like somnophilia or dub-con but heed those warnings as well ig

Sharing a bed with Rafe wasn't anything new. It was a routine born out of late-night drives, shared secrets, and a close friendship. One that did have its blurred lines but you never wanted to talk about it.

It was entirely platonic. Or, at least, you had both spent months convincing yourselves it was.

Until tonight.

You woke up in the dead of night to a strange heat against your back. Rafe's bedroom is typically cool, the premium air conditioning humming softly in the background, but the space between your bodies is scorching.

Beside the warmth against the small of your back, you feel this repetitive pressure. Rafe is flush against you, his large frame bracketing yours from behind, hand clamped firmly over your hip, fingers digging into your waist.

Then, he moves.

It’s a slow roll of his hips, straight against your backside. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat. He’s asleep, you can tell by the pattern of his breathing, but a sudden, low whimper breaks from the back of his throat. It's an uncharacteristically vulnerable sound that sends a shiver straight down your spine.

And a pool forming shamefully between your legs.

He grinds against you again, harder this time, a ragged gasp slipping past his lips. He's dry humping you in his sleep, completely lost in whatever vivid, intense dream is playing out behind his closed eyelids.

That's when you feel it.

A wet, seeping warmth bleeds through the fabric of your clothes where you're sure the tip of his dick is making friction.

Your heart hammers and you silently panic as you carefully but quickly twist out from under his heavy grip, pulling away to the opposite side of the mattress.

You turn around in the blueish dark of his room, your eyes wide. Rafe has shifted onto his back now, chest heaving slightly. In the shadows, you can clearly see the dark, widening wet patch right at the crotch of his gray sweatpants. It’s soaking right through the cotton, spreading onto the sheets beneath him.

Your face burns, not knowing what to do. You’re completely frozen, mind racing, entirely unsure of whether to wake him up, slip out of the room entirely, or just pretend you never saw it and press yourself back against him and try to go back to sleep.

But before you can make a choice, the lack of friction stirs him awake. Rafe lets out another rough sigh, eyelashes fluttering before his eyes crack open. They’re heavy-lidded, dark, and completely clouded with desire.

He doesn't look startled to see you staring, blue eyes glue to you as he struggles to keep them open. There isn't a single shred of embarrassment on his face as he examines himself either, the haze of arousal wiring him entirely unbothered by, or oblivious to, the mess he's made.

"Where'd you go?" he mumbles, his voice incredibly deep and raspy from sleep, reaching out to rub a hand up your thigh.

"Rafe... you," you stammer, your voice rising and shaking slightly as you look down at his lap and then back up to his face.

He follows your gaze down, eyeing the damp, ruined fabric of his sweatpants with a tired pout that only makes you press your legs together tighter. But instead of pulling away or apologizing, he reaches out, his hand wrapping around both of your wrists with a firm tug. He pulls you right back into his space, effortlessly erasing the distance you just created.

Your faces are inches apart now, and he's holding one of your hands up, looking you in the eye tiredly as he guides the other directly down, pressing your palm flat against his print. You could feel the rigid line of his lingering erection beneath the wetness, so hard, you swore you could feel the blood being carried to his dick, veins pumping between the pads of your fingers.

"Help me out," he whispers, his gaze fixing onto yours with an intoxicating heat.

And before you can even fully process his words, Rafe leans in, his hand releasing your wrist that's in the air, sliding up to cup the back of your neck. He pulls you down into a bruising kiss, shattering whatever boundaries you thought you had left.

You guessed the lines weren't so blurred after all.

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Like can we talk about how happy Punk is like I will never shut up about this moment like he was her cheerleader hyping her up like LOVE IT

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#over the moon to be working with each other again FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN | 09.05.25

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That is a look is the happiest man alive! I know he’s so happy to be working with her again 🥹 he’s crying like a baby somewhere right now. 😭

Side note: Mother I love the fit, you look amazing. (As always you haven’t aged even a little,) But next time I see you, you better be in uniform. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[babydollrafe]

𝓣high 𝓡iding Nerd!Rafe

Pairing: Nerd!Rafe x Needy!Reader (i didn’t make him subby bc i still wanted him to be the big meanie we love)

Warnings: A bit non-con, choking mentioned (not reader & rafe)

Word Count: 1.4k

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You’d finally gotten a day off from work, after weeks of packed schedules and poor sleep. To relax, you planned a lazy day of lounging around, running a few errands, and spending time with your boyfriend. 

Except, this morning, you woke up in an empty, cold bed. It wasn’t unusual, but it did catch you off guard, considering he always wrapped you up in his arms, bear-hugging you through the night. You didn’t give it too much thought, turning over and going back to sleep for another few hours. 

You’d grown used to him taking on more work than he could handle. Rafe excused his workaholism as being a perfectionist who’d get a promotion. Despite your reminders that his boss is a penny-pinching bastard.

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By the time you arose, forcing yourself to get out of bed, you walk down the hall to the spare bedroom-turned-office, to find Rafe consumed by the pixels of his computer screen. He’s swamped with work, though you don’t know which part exactly. You usually just nod when Rafe talks about it. Not because you don’t care, but because you don’t know anything about computer science.

You stand there quietly, watching his fingers fly across the keyboard and the pen scribbling messily before being dropped again in favor of the mouse. He didn’t even acknowledge you. He hadn’t spoken to you at all today, in fact, which was unlike him. But instead of starting the conversation, you decide to leave him be, willing him to finish quickly.

You return to the master bedroom, opening up twitter. It wasn’t your fault the video popped up. You didn’t watch porn often. Not when you have Rafe. But this one, it messed with your head. 

The way the guy gripped his girlfriend’s hips. Her eyes rolling back. Hickies down his neck. Hand wrapping around her throat as he got faster.

His glasses and her hair and the way their bodies fit together, like they were designed for each other.

You needed Rafe.

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You enter the office once more, where Rafe sits at a small desk, typing almost frantically. His eyebrows are furrowed, glasses resting lazily on the bridge of his nose. Your eyes trail down to his clenched jaw and the frown on his lips. He’s focused. So focused it’s hot. You know you shouldn’t, but you decide to poke the bear. 

Walking up behind him, you place a hand on his shoulder.

“You’ve been working all day.” You murmur after a moment of quiet observation. He looks up at you, irritation clear as day, holding himself back from snapping.

“I’ll be finished soon.” His voice held a sharper undertone, but his eyes seem to soften amidst the storm brewing below the surface.

“Mm, let me help you…” you purr, taking a seat on one of his thighs. Facing him, you wrap your arms around his neck, admiring all of his features with a longing. He glances at you for a moment, silently. Then he scoffs, focusing his attention back on the computer.

You sigh, feeling deflated by his rejection. Usually he was putty in your pretty little hands.

A few more agonizing minutes go by before you begin slowly rocking your hips back and forth against his leg. He looks back over at you, the annoyance evident on his face as he rolls his eyes. Ignoring his clear disinterest, you pick up the pace, becoming a bit rougher, yet he still refuses to give you the pleasure of a reaction. 

You whimper, forehead dropping against his shoulder as your soaked cunt ruts against his leg, “Raaafe” you breathe, picking your head up to check for a reaction. To your dismay, the attempts at seducing him keep falling flat, leaving you frustrated.

His lack of attention dims the flame that burns in your lower belly. Slowing down, you realize it’s time to leave him be. You even start to feel a bit bad, the longer you think about it.

He’s trying to work, clearly stressed, but here you are getting off on him.

As you finally stop, settling back on his leg, you look at him, waiting for his eyes to meet yours. They do for a moment, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. He leans back, pushing his glasses back up and running a hand over his hair. You watch his bicep flex, only slightly with his action.

He licks his bottom lip, “Get outta here.” he finally says, regretting it not even a second later.

As you stand up to leave, his hands land on each of your hips with an iron grip, slamming you back down onto his thigh. You let out a yelp, feeling your pussy grinding into his tense muscle. You keep your mouth closed, trying not to moan too loud, but god, you wanted to.

That’s when he finally looks at you. “This what you wanted, baby?” He asks gruffly, now sporting a small smirk.

You whine in response, too lost in the sensation of your clit against his denim-clad thigh. He continues to roughly rub your soaking pussy back and forth across his leg, making your body tingle with arousal. His fingers sink further into the flesh of your hips, hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. Rafe uses his strength to keep you snugly, tightly against him. Your moans grow louder as the feeling of pure, unbridled bliss slowly consumes your entire being. 

The fuzzy sensation coursing through your body feels overwhelming, inching you closer to the brink of explosion with Rafe’s every impatient drag.

Your clit is starting to ache as you pick up the speed again, trying to fuck Rafe’s thigh as hard as possible, desperate for that otherworldly feeling of friction. Your panties are soaked, maybe the crotch of your leggings too.

Your breath hitches, “Mm, Rafe...” With your arms around his neck, letting your head rest on his broad shoulder, you’re riding his thigh at a harsher pace. You whine again, feeling the knot in your stomach growing painfully tighter.

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” He taunts you, reveling in the sight of you falling apart because of him.

“Yes,” you breathe, getting closer.

“Yea? How close, angel?” he asks, mocking you.

Your mouth falls open, choking on a gasp as you cry out, “Raaafe!!” once more. He lets out a low hum, placing a kiss to your neck when your head falls back, enjoying the scene of his girl getting closer.

“Fuck!” you yell, feeling yourself on the brink of release. Rafe brings his face closer, his lips grazing yours.

“Look at me, baby. I want you to look at me.” he speaks in an octave lower than his baseline. That alone was enough to make your legs shake. 

Your whining grows louder, words getting caught in the back of your throat as your pace grows urgent and needy.  Rafe brings one of his hands from your hip to your hair, letting the roots wrap around his long fingers, pulling you back with a brute force you aren’t used to.

His eyes flicker from your face to your restless movements. “You’re so perfect. So good.” he purrs.

“Oh, Rafe!” you wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, feeling a hot ecstasy flood your body, overcoming you with absolute euphoria. Rafe keeps one hand squeezing your hip, helping it roll sloppily against his body. He bites your shoulder to muffle a soft groan as he watches you ride out your high. 

You clench around nothing, walls aching and pulsating with your orgasm, “Oh my god.” you choke.

“That’s it, baby.” he murmurs, watching you fully fall apart on his lap. Rafe smiles, “Good girl.” he praises, letting go of your hair and allowing his fingers to run through it.

As you catch your breath, he leans in and kisses your forehead. Your eyes meet when he pulls away, giving you the chance to take in his expression. His annoyance is still festering, but he’s visibly less tense than before.

“Now, go. I have to work.” He nudges you off his lap, forcing you to stand on trembling legs. You want to protest, but knew it would be pointless. 

Besides, he let you fuck his leg, you got what you wanted. The knowledge that even when he’s mad, Rafe still pleases you, settles something warm in your chest.

And with that, you leave the office, walking down the hall and taking a left into the bathroom for a shower, secretly hoping he’ll join you in there too.

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a/n: i feel like ivy wolk when she said “i don’t know how to fuck.”

[lovelydollzz]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐭!

The faint sound of waves filled your ears, mixed with the wet sound of Rafe's lips on your neck.

He was on top of you, pressing you slightly against the white pillows of the kingsized bed which had been untouched for months.

He rarely slept in his yacht, he invited girls there even less often.

However you were an exception, he'd do anything for you. And when you asked him to spend the weekend away alone in his yacht? How could he possibly say no.

The window was slightly ajar, enough for the sound of the waves to sneak in, but not enough for the sound of your moans to slip out. You thought so atleast.

Didn’t bother closing it.

– "I love you so much" he murmured against your mouth, hand tracing your thighs with slow, steady movements. "Fuck baby you looked so pretty today, you always do"

You smiled, deepening the kiss, it was slower now, more intimate and Rafe's hands slid beneath the hem of your blouse. His fingers brushing your bare skin in a way that made you shiver.

He groaned, – "You're wearing too many clothes baby" he kissed your collarbone. "Take them off before I go insane."

You giggled but let out a soft moan when his hands moved to the waistband of your skirt, pulling it off with practiced ease.

Your blouse followed, leaving you only in your lace underwear which you specifically wore for him and him only.

He took off his own shirt, tossing it somewhere on the floor beneath the bed. Your hands roamed his chest, your manicured nails travelling over his muscle.

He grinned, – "You like that don't you?"

You sighed, kissing him again for an answer. Your fingers curled around the hem of his underwear. Earning a low groan and some soft muttering from him.

Your panties landed on the floor, his boxers followed seconds after.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, arching into him with a moan as he finally pressed into you. He groaned, forehead pressing into yours as your hips rolled up to meet his, creating a beautiful rhythm between the two of you.

Your hands traced down his back, nails scratching slightly drawing sighs and moans from his lips as he moved inside you with precision, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

His mouth found yours, tongue slipping inside, earning a soft moan from you as the tension grew tighter and tighter in your stomach.

– "You close yet?" He murmured against your mouth, hips moving just slightly faster.

You nodded, too caught up in the moment to be able to speak. His hand slid between you, fingers finding your clit and you came with a cry, hips bucking as he kept moving through your climax, searching for his own release.

When he came he kissed your neck, sucking gently on the skin as his hips still moved. – "Oh fuck you feel so good baby" he groaned.

– "Mmph I love you" you murmured, finally being able to form a whole sentence again.

Oh he got you so good whenever he was inside.

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— 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 —

pov. you ask if you can be on top tonight and once he finally agrees, under one circumstance…he gets to record you taking all of it.

notes. thank you guys sooo much for almost 100 followers, i appreciate it so much! i’ve gained all of you guys from only this month, i’m so so grateful to see people being as interested in my writing as i am! my requests are always open.

content warnings. ⸝⸝ fem reader, recording during sex, taunting, reader riding rafe, rafe can’t touch reader, kinda dom reader, no proof read, finger sucking, mentions of reader being a bad girl, toxic rafe, really long smut, arguing during sex, edging

no, no, no, no. thats all you hear when you ask rafe if you can be on top tonight, he’s not bad at fucking you, he’s amazing. but you want to see how it’s like to see him struggle to keep up with you. a part of you thinks that’s exactly what it is, weakness.

he doesn’t wanna show it.

he’ll fuck you till you cry, embarrass you, laugh in your face but when it comes to him being done that way? or there is even being a small possibility of that happening, he doesn’t want it.

you’re sat across from him on the couch and figured it wouldn’t hurt to try and ask again. “rafe?” you say, his attention stayed glued to his phone as he hummed in response to you. “yeah?”

when he didn’t receive a response, he looked over at you, lifting his brow. his confusion in his brows. “what?” he repeats. you smile, crawling over to him and placing a leg over his lap to get comfort. his hands lay lightly on your calf, rubbing your legs.

“can i please be on top?” you beg. he didn’t reply, just staring at you and eventually rolling his eyes, lifting his phone up and going back on it. “please rafe.” you plead, getting up and straddling his lap, while you grabbed ahold of his phone and tossed it somewhere on the couch.

now he couldn’t ignore you. he huffs a sigh out his nostrils. “why?” he questioned, his irritation biting at his patience with you. “i want to try it,” you start, his eyes scan your face to see if you’re trying to fuck with him.

his jaw tightened before he adjusted under you. “fine,” he said, as you get excited a knowing smirk grows on his face. “but you got to let me record it.” he whispered, you roll your eyes and get off his lap. “okay, fine. but all it’s gonna show is you struggling to keep up.” you teased which he didn’t find funny.

you’re already naked, straddling rafe’s hips on the bed, his thick cock buried deep inside you as you settle your weight down. the camera on the nightstand lamp is rolling, its little red light steady, catching the full view; your tits heavy and bouncing slightly with every shift, your curves on full display, the soft dip of your waist, the way your ass spreads against his thighs.

you can see just the top of his buzzed hair and the sharp cut of his abs and chest muscles flexing beneath you. he’s on his back, hands slightly fisted in the sheets like he’s fighting the urge already.

“you sure about this?” rafe mutters, voice low and rough, eyes locked on you. “you’re wasting your fucking time, baby. you’re not gonna cum like this. me just laying here doing nothing while you do all the work? that’s cute and all, but we both know you need me moving.” he said, his bitterness showing.

you roll your eyes, palms planted on his chest for balance. “shut up, rafe.” you bark out. he smirks, that cocky tilt to his mouth. “i’m serious. you’re gonna get tired and frustrated and—”

you grab his wrist, bringing his hand up to your face. without breaking eye contact you wrap your lips around two of his fingers, sucking them slow and wet into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digits as you start to move.

you lift your hips and sink back down hard, bouncing on his dick with a slick, filthy sound that fills the room. the camera catches everything, your tits jiggling with every rise and fall, the way your body curves and arches as you ride him.

rafe’s breath catches, his abs tightening under your hands. “fuck… you little—” he groans out. you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, still bouncing steadily, grinding down deep on every drop so his cock hits that perfect spot inside you. “i said shut up. you don’t get to touch me. you don’t get to move. only i do.” you squeeze your walls around him on purpose, rolling your hips in tight circles that make his jaw clench.

he groans, head tipping back against the pillow, but his hands stay down even as his fingers twitch like he wants to grab your ass or your waist. “you’re gonna regret this when you can’t finish,” he grits out, voice strained.

you lean forward, tits brushing his chest, and bounce faster, the wet slap of skin on skin getting louder. “then stop talking and let me prove you wrong, asshole.” you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning around them as you fuck yourself on his cock, taking every inch over and over while the camera records it all. your body moves like you own him, curves rolling, hips working, completely in control.

your pussy clenching tight around his thick cock with every drop. the camera’s still catching it all. your tits swinging heavy, your curves glistening with a light sheen of sweat, his abs flexing hard underneath you.

rafe’s breathing gets rougher, jaw tight. “why do you even wanna do this?” he growls, voice low and pissed. “huh? my dick not good enough for you anymore? you like me helpless like this or some shit? just laying here while you use me like a fucking toy?” he questions.

you don’t answer. instead you grab his hand again, guiding it straight to your tits. his palm immediately squeezes, rough and greedy, fingers digging into the soft flesh as you ride him harder. you suck two of his fingers back into your mouth, moaning around them, tongue swirling wet and sloppy while your hips keep working.

“answer me,” he snaps, thrusting up once on instinct before catching himself and forcing his hips back down. “you get off on this? controlling me? bet you’re soaked just ’cause i can’t fuck you the way you need.” he continues.

you pop his fingers out just long enough to glare down at him, still bouncing, pussy dripping down his shaft. “shut the fuck up, rafe. you’re not in charge tonight.” you bark out at him.

he squeezes your tit harder, thumb brushing your nipple, voice getting meaner. “yeah? then why the fuck are you dragging this out? we both know you’re gonna get tired and start begging me to flip you over and ruin that pussy like you always do.” he comments.

you lean forward, tits pressing into his hand, and start fucking him faster, the wet slap of your ass hitting his thighs echoing. he’s arguing but his cock is twitching like crazy inside you.

you finally pull off his fingers with a wet sound and look him dead in the eyes, voice breathy and teasing. “i’ve been a bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl haven’t i?” you teased, which made his jaw almost drop.

the second the words leave your mouth you feel him throb violently inside you, getting even harder, thicker, stretching you fuller. rafe groans deep, his grip on your tit turning almost bruising as his other hand fists the sheets tighter.

“fuck… you’re such a little brat,” he hisses, eyes lit with need. “talking like that while you’re creaming all over my dick. you really think you’re gonna cum before i lose it and grab you?” he asked.

you just smile, rolling your hips slow and deep, letting him feel every inch while you suck his fingers back into your mouth again, moaning loud around them for the camera. the argument keeps spilling out between his gritted teeth, but his body is betraying him more with every bounce.

you lift yourself off his cock with a wet pop, your pussy already aching from how full he felt. rafe’s eyes narrow as you turn around, swinging one leg over so your back is to him. you plant your hands on his thighs for balance, ass right in his face, and sink back down onto his dick reverse, taking every thick inch in one smooth glide.

the camera on the nightstand catches the new angle perfectly, your full ass bouncing, your arched back, the side profile of your tits swinging heavy, and the way your pussy stretches around him.

you look back over your shoulder at him, lips parted, and start riding again, rolling your hips in deep, filthy circles before bouncing harder.

“jesus christ,” rafe murmurs, voice rough. “what the fuck is this now? you really just gonna keep playing these games? turning around like i’m not even worth looking at while you use my dick?” he bitches.

you bite your lip and keep bouncing, ass jiggling with every drop, pushing back so he gets the perfect view. “i know baby… i’m so bad to you,” you purr, voice sweet and teasing.

he scoffs but his hands twitch hard at his sides. “yeah, you are. acting like you own me tonight. you like this shit? making me lay here like a fucking loser while you put on a show for the camera?”

“mmhm, i know,” you moan, looking back at him again as you fuck yourself faster on his cock. your ass claps against his abs with every bounce. “i don’t deserve this dick at all, do i? i’m such a bad, bad girl for treating you like this.”

rafe’s breathing gets heavier. he’s trying to look pissed, jaw clenched tight, but you can feel how much harder he is inside you, throbbing with every teasing word. “keep talking like that and i’m gonna lose it. you think this is funny? huh? acting all bratty just ’cause you get to be on top for five minutes.” he asks.

you reach back for his hand, lacing your fingers with his and guiding it forward. you place his big palm right on the front of your throat, pressing his fingers there lightly like you want him to choke you. the second he grips, you lean back into it, using the leverage to pull him up.

rafe sits up without thinking, chest pressed to your back, his cock driving even deeper from the new angle. the pressure is insane, your walls squeezing tighter around him, your ass grinding down harder as you keep riding. you feel him groan against your shoulder, his hand staying on your throat like he can’t help it.

“fuck… you little tease,” he mutters, voice strained, clearly pretending he hates it even as his hips twitch up to meet you. “you’re really gonna make me sit here and take this shit?” he asks, his voice slightly breaking.

“i know baby,” you whisper back over your shoulder, still bouncing, voice dripping with fake innocence. “i’m so bad… i don’t deserve this dick, but i’m taking it anyway.” you taunt. his grip on your throat tightens just a little, and you can feel how much he’s fighting not to lose control completely.

you keep riding him like that, ass grinding back against his abs in deep, rolling bounces, your pussy taking every inch while his chest presses hot against your back. rafe’s breath is ragged in your ear now, heavy and uneven, his hand still wrapped around the front of your throat.

“fuck… shit,” he mutters under his breath, right against your skin, voice breaking a little. you feel him rub his free palm roughly over his face, like he’s trying to pull himself together, but his cock is pulsing hard inside you, betraying how much he’s struggling. “goddamn it… you’re fucking killing me.” he moans softly.

you hear every filthy curse and smile, looking back over your shoulder at him while you bounce slower but deeper, clenching around him on purpose. “what, you can’t take it baby?” you tease, voice sweet and breathy. “can’t handle me riding you like this? poor rafe… getting all worked up just from laying there and letting me use his dick.” you tease, a whiny moan being let out.

“shut up,” he growls, breath hot and shaky against your ear. his hand tightens slightly on your throat before he suddenly slides it up, clamping his palm firmly over your mouth.

you moan against his hand, the sound muffled, but you gently wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull it away from your lips. you turn your head just enough to keep eye contact, still riding him steady, your ass pressing back against him with every roll of your hips.

“it feels so good rafe,” you whisper, voice dripping with satisfaction. “your cock’s so deep like this… stretching me so fucking full. i love it. i love being bad for you.” you moan out for him.

he lets out a strained groan, forehead dropping against your shoulder as his breath fans hot and heavy across your skin. his other hand grips your hip hard for a second before he forces it back down to the sheets, fighting the rule.

you can feel how tense he is, muscles coiled tight, every inch of him struggling not to flip you over and fuck you his way.

“you’re such a fucking brat,” he hisses in your ear, voice rough and low. “keep talking and i swear to god—” you cut him off with another slow grind, moaning softly. “but it really does feel so good… you can’t even handle hearing how wet i am for you, can you?” you ask and he groans.

rafe curses again under his breath, palm rubbing over his face once more as he tries to steady himself, clearly losing the fight with every bounce of your ass on his cock. the camera keeps rolling, catching every second of his struggle and your teasing control.

you keep riding him deep, ass bouncing against his abs, when rafe’s breath suddenly stutters hard in your ear. “fuck— i’m about to cum,” he growls, voice strained and desperate.

you stop instantly, lifting your hips and sliding all the way off his cock with a slick sound. you look back over your shoulder at him, lips curled in a smug little smile. “you’re gonna cum baby? oh that’s sucks.” you taunt. rafe’s eyes flash with pure annoyance, jaw clenched tight. “are you fucking kidding me right now?”

you turn around fully, pushing his chest until he falls back against the pillows, his muscular body laid out for you again. the camera catches everything, your curves moving over him, tits swaying as you crawl up his body. you hold his gaze the whole time, eyes locked on his as you drag your tongue slowly down the center of his abs, tracing every hard line and ridge, tasting the salt on his skin.

“poor rafe,” you tease softly, licking lower, brushing just above his throbbing cock. “can’t even last with me on top, huh?” you laugh. “you’re such a fucking tease,” he snaps, voice rough with frustration. “you’re really gonna edge me like this? after acting like you own my dick all night? this is bullshit.” he barks out.

you just smile and crawl higher, straddling his lap again. your mouth finds his neck, sucking hard on the skin right below his jaw, pulling a dark hickey to the surface while he keeps arguing.

“you think this is funny?” he hisses, even as his cock twitches hard against your thigh. “stop playing games and fuck me right or i’m taking over—”

you cut him off by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling yourself close as you sink down onto his cock again slowly, letting every thick inch stretch you open. you moan softly against his neck, sucking another hickey right next to the first one, then another, marking him up while you start riding him in lazy, deep rolls.

“keep arguing, baby,” you whisper, stretching your body down against his, chest pressed to his, hips still working as you ride. your mouth stays on his neck, sucking and licking, leaving a trail of fresh hickeys while your pussy squeezes around him. “tell me how mad you are… i love when you get all pissed like this.”

rafe groans, hands fisting the sheets again as he fights not to grab you, his body tense and trembling underneath yours. the camera on the nightstand keeps recording every second, your ass moving, your mouth claiming his neck, his abs flexing with every slow grind of your hips.

you keep riding him slow and deep, mouth latched onto his neck, sucking fresh hickeys into his skin while your hips roll in filthy circles.

rafe’s breathing is wrecked, chest heaving under you. suddenly he sits up straighter, back leaving the pillows, muscles flexing hard as he tries to pull away from the overwhelming pleasure, jaw locked tight like he’s fighting not to blow his load too soon.

“fuck… wait—” he mutters, voice strained.

you don’t let him escape. you lift one leg up and put it where he bends his arm, his arm naturally hooking your leg over his arm, spreading yourself open even more. the new angle forces his cock impossibly deeper, hitting that perfect spot with every grind. it tricks him instantly, his hips buck up hard, fucking into you just right despite trying to stay still.

you moan loud right in his ear, lips brushing his skin as you cling to him, arms still wrapped around his neck. “mmh, rafe… your dick is so fucking big like this,” you whimper, voice breathy and teasing. “stretching me so full… i’m such a bad girl for making you hold back, aren’t i?” you say in his ear and he groans, grip tightening on your raised thigh even as he tries to stay in control.

you keep bouncing on him, pussy squeezing around every thick inch while you moan hotter in his ear. “don’t stop, baby,” you gasp, pretending like he’s the one driving into you. “fuck me just like that… don’t stop, rafe, please—”

“you’re not even letting me stop, you little shit,” he growls against your shoulder, breath hot and ragged, but his hips keep snapping up to meet yours, chasing the feeling even while he’s pissed about it.

you smile against his neck, sucking another dark hickey as you ride him harder in that spread-open position, leg held high by his strong arm. “your cock feels too good. don’t stop fucking me, rafe.” every moan, every teasing word pours right into his ear while the camera on the nightstand catches the whole thing. your bodies locked tight, his muscles straining, your curves bouncing as you use him exactly how you want.

you keep riding him hard in that twisted position, leg held high by his strong arm, his cock slamming deep with every bounce while your mouths hover close. your moans are filthy and constant in his ear, body stretched and pressed against him.

“you wanna cum, baby?” you whisper, voice dripping with mock sweetness as you clench around him. “tell me… you wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” you taunt. rafe’s grip on your thigh tightens, breath ragged and hot against your neck. “yes— fuck yes, let me cum.”

you smile against his skin and finally give in, riding him faster, hips slamming down as you chase it. the pressure builds fast and sharp inside you until you snap, you cum hard first, pussy pulsing and gushing around his thick cock.

warm liquid streams down his dick in messy spurts, soaking his abs and balls with wet, obscene noises that fill the room. the sound is filthy, slick and loud as you keep bouncing through it, creaming all over him.

“fuck— that’s it,” rafe groans, his voice breaking.

the second he feels you falling apart and soaking him, he loses it completely. his cock throbs violently inside you and he cums hard, thick ropes pumping deep into your pussy while you milk him through both your orgasms. his whole body tenses under you, muscles straining as he fills you up, the wet mess between you only getting worse with every twitch.

you stay wrapped around him, leg still held high, panting softly as the aftershocks roll through both of you. the camera on the nightstand keeps rolling, catching every second of the messy, dripping finish — your curves trembling, his abs glistening with your cum, the way you’re still slowly grinding on his spent cock like you can’t help yourself.

[weary-observer]

RIP to the best couple on TV, Jordan Li and Marie Moreau. Your queer hotness was too powerful for this world.