༄.° THE JEWEL OF THE OCEAN IS… 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 🫧 twenty-one 🐚 they / she ⋮ the sea pearls spencer's treasure shells the moon rafe's pearl trinkets lydia night art's precious dilfs ⭑.ᐟ
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ i love this premise, i’ve had this idea for months! i’m considering writing for them more so lmk if you’re interested!
જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON ⊹ ࣪ ˖
never have a child with a drug dealer.
to most girls, it's common sense; anyone with a functioning brain would know that drug dealers aren't exactly 'husband material'. but when you're young and impressionable, and a handsome bad boy archetype from the wrong side of the tracks shows interest in you, your head can start spinning, and you start making idiotic decisions.
there was something about rafe; something that pulled you to him from the moment your eyes met at a party your friends had dragged you to. he charmed you, swept you off your feet like it was a form of art, sweeping you off your feet. that's how you ended up in this situation.
anastasia was teething, which meant that you'd slept for around seven hours within the past week, and you'd just gotten your daughter to sleep, thinking that maybe you could have a nice, warm bath to rid yourself of the feeling that you were covered in spit-up, have a glass of wine and get ten-pages into a new book until falling asleep on your couch.
but your idea of a nice night was shattered there was a knock on your door. you let out an exasperated sigh, making your way to the door, your eyes widening at the sight of your child's father covered in bruises, and rafe stumbled in through the doorway like he lived there.
"what the hell?" were the first words that left your lips as rafe crashed down on your couch with a thud. "go ahead, let yourself in." you mumbled, a loud groan leaving rafe's lips, "rafe, be quiet! our daughter is finally sleeping."
"i'm sorry that i inconvenience you so much by getting beat up."
"you better be sorry, because this shit really-" your words died down in your throat as you turned around to get a proper look at rafe's face, already having forgotten the state he was in because of your annoyance at him; one of his eyes was dark purple and swollen shut, the other one on its way there, cuts and bruises all over his body, the front of his white wifebeater turning red.
"fuck." you muttered under your breath, bringing your fingers to the bridge of your nose and taking a deep breath, "i'll help you. just be quiet."
you fetched your first-aid kit from your bathroom cabinet along with a bag of frozen peas from the kitchen, "keep this on your eye." you mumbled, placing the bag over rafe's swollen eye, the man placing his hand over yours, only for you to pull your hand out from underneath, "you should really be going to a hospital…"
"can't, baby. they'd ask questions i can't answer."
you lifted up his wifebeater, nasty bruises littering rafe's chiseled chest that made your heart ache, blood matted on his skin. rafe let out a hiss when you cleaned the stabwound on his stomach with an antiseptic, making you roll your eyes. "you've been stabbed, and you're whining about a little antiseptic."
"maybe i want you to feel sorry for me." rafe let out a deep chuckle, "trust me, the only one i feel sorry for is me for ever getting involved with you..."
"god, you're a cruel woman." "i'm not being nearly as cruel as i have the right to be... you seriously gotta stop this. you're lucky this isn't any deeper."
"what, you worried about me now? what happened to 'you stress me out too much, i can't keep doing this'?" "i still stand by that. doesn't mean i can't worry about you..."
after managing to close the wound on rafe's stomach with adhesive and wrapping a bandage around his midsection, you tended to his smaller wounds, cleaning his beat-up knuckles and forcing painkillers down his throat before helping rafe into your bedroom, the man groaning with each step, but when you got him to bed and just you were about to leave, rafe's hand weakly grasped your wrist.
"stay with me for a bit."
you turned to look at him, rafe's cut-up lip quirking up slightly. you took in a deep breath, lying down next to him, rafe's fingers intertwining with yours.
god, he had such a stupidly charming way to him.
after a while, rafe spoke again, voice slightly raspy and slurred, "so, how's our little girl?" "you're acting like you care, now?" "c'mon. you know you two are the only ones i care about."
"she's good." you turned to look at rafe, "been fussy lately. she's teething."
"that's my girl." rafe let out a chuckle, "i bet she's gotten bigger since i last saw her." "babies tend to do that. it's not like you're around here often."
"didn't think you wanted me around." rafe shrugged.
"all i want is for my daughter to be safe."
"i'll keep her safe. i promise." you wanted to scoff at rafe's words; his profession was the antonym of safe. but the earnestness in his blue eyes made you hold your tongue, as you looked up at the ceiling, squeezing rafe's hand.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ you hate when your husband has to go away for business trips. but you don’t hate the fact that you came up with a way to miss him less.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ i feel like this isn’t that great but bc of my health lately writing smut hasn’t really been that appealing 😭
─── HOUSEWIFE જ⁀➴ ♥︎ KINKTOBER
you and rafe were... slightly codependent; most married couples were, even if they didn't want to admit it. you'd wake up next to him, your husband's arms wrapped around you as you he pressed kisses on your shoulder, mumbling soft, sweet words onto your skin to wake you up. you'd eat breakfast together, and you'd kiss him goodbye before he left for work.
he came home to you, and you'd eat dinner together, talking about your days. you'd shower, or bathe together, get ready for bed together, and you went to sleep together each night, only to repeat the routine the next day.
but there was a downside to having a successful businessman for a husband: he sometimes sometimes he had to go away on business trips.
"i love you." rafe's hands were around your waist, the man bringing his lips to yours for a soft kiss, before pulling away with his lips quirked up, "i'll miss you."
"i love you too..." your bottom lip stuck out in a slight pout, "are you sure you have to go? i'll miss you too much."
rafe chuckled, pressing another kiss on your forehead, pushing some hair away from your face, bright blue eyes looking down at you lovingly, "i'll be back before you know it, gorgeous." he brought his hand to your ass and smacked it, "you know nothing can keep me away from you." the man grinned cockily.
"rafe!" you squealed, feeling your cheeks warm up as he pulled away from the embrace, "hurry back. or else."
the house really did feel empty without him; every small noise you heard made your heart jump in your chest, and occasionally, as you sat in your armchair with your feet under you and a book in your hand, you'd look up, expecting to see rafe sitting on the couch with his tablet in his hands, working.
only to find out that it was empty.
you took out your phone with a sigh, dialing a certain number as you bit into one of the chocolate-chip cookies you'd borderline stress-baked, listening as the phone rang.
"hello my favorite customer, what'll it be today? xanax again or something stronger?"
you rolled your eyes at your best friend's antics with a small, cookieful chuckle, "rafe's on a business trip. you wanna come over and raid the wine cellar? i'll let you pick anything you want."
"god, as tempting as that sounds, i have a pretty important date. a third date." therese chuckled.
"a third date? wow. they must be special." "they are. i can come by tomorrow, though. that cool with you?" "sounds great. have fun with your soulmate."
after you'd hung up, you threw your head back on the backrest of the armchair, blowing raspberries. you knew rafe would be landing in a while, but you had no idea how to spend the time between now and then.
you were clad in one of rafe's button-downs that you'd sprayed his cologne on, music blaring on the stereos as you chugged straight out of the probably-ridiculously-expensive white wine bottle you'd grabbed from the wine cellar.
your knee-sock clad feet slid on the hardwood floors of your hallway, as you dramatically danced to the music, pretending to be performing the song, wildly swinging your head side to side.
when you finally landed yourself in your armchair, you laughed breathlessly; it reminded you so much of being a teenager, before you'd married, or even met rafe. your friends had always said that you were 'the sweet one' but you could still remember the nights spent in therese's basement, passing around a bottle of crappy vodka one of them had stolen, or when one of your friends had loaned their older siblings' car and you drove around the island as fast as the thing would go, stereo blasting music, again with a bottle of crappy vodka passed around between you, minus the driver.
you sighed contentedly at the fond memories when you heard your phone ping on the table. when you reached over, you saw that it was a text notification from rafe.
MY LOVE ❤️ [12:31AM] : Just got to my hotel. Missing you like crazy.
you pursed your lips thoughtfully, before a mischievous grin took over your lips; you could have some fun with this.
YOU [12:32] : facetime?
MY LOVE ❤️ [12:32] : God, yes.
you pattered down the stairs quickly, the hem of rafe's shirt flowing due to your speed as you made your way to the bedroom, your laptop already sitting on the bed. you flopped onto your shared bed, opening your laptop and inputting your password. once the homescreen loaded, you opened facetime and started calling him, bobbing your head to the little ringing as you waited for him to answer.
but when rafe's handsome face finally appeared on your laptop screen, you couldn't help but smile as wide as you could; his hair was slightly mussed, and his shirt was unbuttoned, showing off rafe's toned chest.
"jesus, it's unfair how gorgeous you look and i'm not even there." rafe groaned, making you giggle softly, "stop it! i'm not that gorgeous. you on the other hand... god, i really wanna suck on your bicep right now."
rafe raised his brows, "you been drinking, gorgeous?" "just a tiiiny bit of wine. i miss you." "i miss you too, angel." your husband narrowed his eyes, "wait, what are you wearing?"
you grinned, pulling back from the screen, showing the button-down you were wearing, "you like?" you raised your brows, making rafe let out another groan, "i even sprayed it with your cologne so it'd smell like you." you said, sniffing the collar.
"you're impossible." rafe sighed fondly, shaking his head, "making me wanna take a flight straight back." "mm, well if you saw what was under it, you might."
rafe raised his brows, a cocky smirk forming on his lips, "oh? what's under it, then?"
you chuckled softly, deft fingers slowly starting to unbutton the buttons on his shirt, and you could hear a low exhale with each button that uncovered a sliver of your skin, until the thing was fully unbuttoned, your breasts covered but the shirt open enough to reveal that you weren't wearing a bra, your panties the same red ones you knew were his favorite.
"fuck." rafe took in a deep breath, "you don't play fair."
"i never have." you grinned, revealing one of your shoulders, "i miss you... it's so lonely here without you. i miss kissing you... miss dragging my lips down your neck, your chest... licking down your abs until my lips meet the waistband of your boxers..."
you could hear the clink of his belt as you watched rafe unbuckle his belt, lowering his pants just below his boxers, able to see a prominent tent forming in his boxers. "what would you do next, hm?"
"i'd start to rub your cock through your boxers... just to tease you." you watched as rafe did what you said, a rough exhale leaving his lips. "if i was there... i'd slide that shirt off, 'cause nothing's better than seeing you. all of you." "you would, wouldn't you?" "mmhm."
you did as rafe said, sliding the shirt down your body painfully slowly, a low chuckle leaving rafe's lips, "that's a good girl... y'know, if i was there, i'd slide my hand into your panties... i'd start touching you, nice and slow..."
your hand slowly slid down your body until it met the waistband of your panties, sliding a finger under the lace, trailing down, down...
rafe groaned as he watched your hand move further into your panties, slightly lowering his boxers, finally letting himself out of the constricting fabric, his hand gripping the base of his cock. your arousal-coated finger started slowly circling your clit, a small whine leaving your lips.
"take them off." rafe spoke, and by the tone of his voice, you knew it was a command and not a request. you let out a soft chuckle, pulling the lacy fabric down your soft thighs, your calves, your ankles... until they were on the bed next to you.
you settled down in front the laptop, kneeling on the bed. "fuck, it's unfair how sexy you are." you watched as rafe stroked himself, able to see the drop of precum glistening at the pink head of his cock you could remember swirling your tongue around so many times.
"touch yourself." your husband said, and you let out a soft chuckle, and instead of slowly bringing your hand to your pussy, you were too impatient, dipping your fingers through your folds, gathering up some of your arousal before bringing them to your pulsating clit.
"god, rafe, i wish these were your fingers instead..." you whined as you started rubbing your clit, "shit, when i get home..." rafe grunted, continuing to stroke himself, "i'm gonna make sure you never forget my touch." you felt his words at your core, a whimper escaping you, "gonna- fuck, gonna keep you in bed for a week straight."
"rafe..." two of your digits glided down your slit until they met your entrance, sliding in with no resistance, your thumb now working your clit, "rafe, it's not enough... i need you..." you whined.
"you can do it..." rafe panted, and you watched as the pace of his strokes quickened, "do it for me baby, yeah?"
even though you tried to press your eyes closed, picture that the fingers filling you were his, your own fingers were nothing like his. they weren't as long, as thick, and they wouldn't tease you like he always did, couldn't reach the deepest crooks inside of you...
you pulled your digits out of you, rafe letting out a groan of disapproval, before your fingers, covered in arousal, started focusing on your clit again, now with more presicion. "sorry, rafe..." you whine, looking at the camera with puppy-dog eyes, bottom lip between your teeth, "i can't stuff myself the way you can."
"aw, poor baby." rafe cooed mockingly as his hand slid up and down on his cock, thumb on one of the prominent veins you knew was a sensitive spot for him, "don't worry, gonna stuff you so well when i get home."
"yeah?" you closed your eyes, bringing your other hand to your breast, roughly grabbing onto it the way you knew your husband would. "where you gonna do it, hm?"
"fuck-" rafe grunted, his breathing getting heavier, "first- in the foyer. on the dresser you love."
"mmhm?" you could picture yourself sprawled on the dresser, half of your clothes still on as rafe fucked into you in brutal strokes, making a moan leave your lips. "then?"
"kitchen... living room... bedroom... be like when we christened the fuckin' place."
you pinched your nipple, rolling it under the tip of your finger- you could feel the coil in your stomach tightening as you picture rafe bending you over one of the kitchen counters, riding him on the living room couch, him touching you on the bed just like you were currently touching yourself, but doing it so much better than you could.
"fuck, baby, i'm close..." rafe groaned, and you opened your eyes slightly to see that his hips were bucking up into his hand, "'s okay..." you mumbled, "let go for me baby..."
"can't wait to- god- come in you, wanna fuckin' fill you up an-"
before rafe could finish his sentence, you watched as ropes of cum started to spill out of him onto his abdomen, all the while he let out low groans; and as you closed your eyes, you imagined that he was coming in you, imagining that he was over you, making those noises, filling you, all the while he still kept moving inside of you, like stuffing his cum further into you-
and that was did it. you could feel your walls start spasming around nothing, a sound between a whine and a moan leaving your lips as you came, and you slowed down the movement of your fingers, his breathing just as heavy as yours.
after a moment, you let out a breathy chuckle, moving the laptop so it was on rafe's side of the bed before you collapsed onto the bed with a satisfied smile, letting out a soft chuckle as you saw rafe wipe his cum off his abdomen with his shirt.
"hey, it's your fault." "oh, is it now?" you raised your brows, "i'm just trying to get my husband home faster." "and it's working, trust me." rafe grinned. "i promise i'll be home in a few days." "yeah?"
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ when rafe tells you that you should be less touchy with one another, you decide to make it into a challenge about who touches the other first.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ TAGS ♥︎ fluff. smut. MDNI! ꒰𝟏.𝟕𝐤꒱
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ the first part of my anthology collection about each of my readers’ love languages is finally here!! i hope you enjoy.
PERVERT જ⁀➴ ♥︎ LOVE LANGUAGES ⊹ ࣪ ˖
you had always been a very physical person. in relationships, not only did you love the sexual aspect, but also cuddling, holding hands, little forehead kisses, public displays of affection… even with your friends, you'd always been physically affectionate.
rafe had always been the opposite. he didn't have much relationship experience before you, so it took him some time to get used to how affectionate you could be.
he wasn't used to holding someone's hand whenever he left his dorm, wasn't used to being pulled into a kiss in broad daylight as you were walking to go get coffee for your study session, wasn't used to holding someone in his sleep.
so, him bringing up taking physical distance from you... was slightly jarring.
"i think we should take some space from one another."
you stared at rafe as if he grew another head. "what?"
"i mean... physical space. like, you don't touch me that often." "why... do you think that?" "well, you're really used to being touchy, and us touching each other overall. no matter where we are. but it's not really something... i'm used to. i'm not used to cuddling, holding hands, random kissing."
you narrowed your eyes at rafe, crossing your arms, "alright. let's make it a challenge, then." "a challenge?" rafe furrowed his brows, "yeah. a challenge. we do what we usually do, we're together and everything... but we don't touch each other."
"that doesn't really make sense, though." "how come?" "because you're going to lose. i want physical distance between us, but you told me yourself that you're used to being physical with who you're with."
"and i am." you shrugged, "but since you need space, i want us to see how long you can really go without physical affection from me." "alright. we can do that if you really want to."
you grinned, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, "starting now, no kissing, hugging, holding hands, cuddling, sex, none of that. high fives and fist-bumps are alright, nothing more."
"alright." rafe laughed softly, "if you insist. what does the winner get?" "eternal bragging rights." you smiled confidently; you might love physical affection with rafe. but what you love more is winning, and proving him wrong.
"also, we can't sleep next to each other. because i automatically cling to people when i sleep." rafe smiled softly at your statement, and that already made you want to kiss his lips numb.
'tips on tempting your boyfriend', 'how to seduce a man', 'how to make yourself irresistible to a man'... your laptop had a bunch of tabs open on websites about seducing your boyfriend as you occasionally took sips from your iced latte, writing down on your notebook.
"are you studying? that's not like you." your friend chloe sat opposite you, her brows furrowed, "ew. of course i'm not." you laughed, shaking your head.
"rafe and i have this challenge where we're trying not to be physically affecionate with one another, so i'm trying to figure out a way to make him cave in. so far i've decided to tease him, by not texting him that often and when i do text him, it's very casual, by wearing revealing clothes, by sending him pictures of myself in barely any clothing, and overall just teasing him and using my feminine wiles."
"isn't that... kind of manipulative?"
"is it manipulative to prove to my boyfriend that he can't survive without touching me after he said he wanted us to not be as touchy as we usually are?" "yeah, i think that's pretty much textbook manipulation." chloe raised her brows.
"well, maybe it's a little manipulative. but i just want him to get that there's a reason i'm so touchy with him. it's how i show love."
"alright." chloe laughed softly, "just don't drive him insane."
first phase
you started off small. when rafe sent his usual text after his classes ended that said, 'Out of class, On my way! to my room to game.' you simply reacted to it with a thumbs-up. a few hours later, you received another message, 'So what are you up to?'
you bit down on your lower lip; he was already taking your bait.
you took a picture of yourself through your vanity mirror, wearing nothing but your underwear, making sure you were emphasizing your cleavage, leaning forward.
'nothing much. just going to a party with my girls.'
you received a reply seconds later, 'aw :( i was hoping we could have a movie night tonight.'
you laughed softly, 'maybe tomorrow. remember, it's my turn to pick. i'll come to yours at six?' 'deal.'
the truth was, you had no plans for the night. but your boyfriend didn't have to know that. that night, instead of going to a party with your friends, you went to the mall. you might have splurged a little too much on lingerie, clothes, and a few perfumes the sales associate referred to as 'irresistible'.
the evening after, you knocked on rafe's door, wearing his favorite pajamas; a pair of heart-patterned shorts along with a star wars shirt you'd stolen from him, knowing the combination would make him go crazy.
when rafe opened the door, you simply cocked your head to the side with a feigned innocent smile, "should we watch a movie, then?"
it was your turn to choose the movie; and you'd decided on the secretary; putting up a barrier made up of blankets between you and your boyfriend to make sure neither one of you would touch the other.
but as you watched the male lead spank the female lead, you couldn't help but grind yourself against the blanket, a small whine leaving your lips. you looked to rafe, a small chuckle leaving your lips, "sorry."
"it's- it's cool." rafe cleared his throat.
for the rest of the movie, rafe's eyes were on you, not missing each move of your hips as your bare leg was draped over the blanket.
when the movie was finally over, rafe turned to you, closing some of the distance between you two, and as he breathed in, he got a whiff of your new perfume.
"you smell… nice. different."
"you think so?" you giggled under your breath, "i'm just trying out a new perfume."
you didn't know it, but all rafe wanted to do was pull you into his arms and bury his face in your neck. and once you'd left, he could still smell your perfume in his sheets, the man picturing that you were still there.
second phase
you'd spent an absurd amount of money on new lingerie, but now you were spending even more time taking pictures of yourself in said lingerie. you sent three pictures to him with the caption 'miss you <3'
only for rafe to reply with 'miss you too.'
god, nothing was working.
but what you didn't know was that rafe was going through the same struggle.
he was stroking his cock, his hand lubed up, eyes pressed closed, occasionally taking a look at a picture of your half-bare body, imagining that it was your hand on his cock as he spilled his come all over his stomach.
but it didn't feel as any bit as satisfying as when he spilled himself into you, or like having your hand on his cock as you whispered into his ear, "don't you dare come." as you stroked him faster.
third phase
it was time to bring in the big guns. almost-ignoring rafe hadn't worked, showing up to his room in an outfit you were sure was going to get him, and sending him half-naked pictures of yourself hadn't worked.
it was time to resort to the one primal emotion you were sure would wreck him.
jealousy.
you decided to invite rafe to a frat party you were going to with your friends, wearing a new dress you'd just bought. and as guy after guy approached you, trying their cheesy pick-up lines on you that you giggled at, letting them down easy by telling them you had a boyfriend, pointing your head at rafe, you expected him to be jealous.
but he wasn't.
he simply smiled at the other men, nodding his head when you mentioned your boyfriend.
when you decided to leave the party, the entire walk to the men's dormitory was silent, and as you arrived at rafe's room, still feeling slightly buzzed, you practically slammed the door, sitting down next to him on his bed.
"why weren't you jealous?"
"was i supposed to be...?" rafe asked, raising his brows in confusion. "yes, you were! guys were hitting on me! you should be jealous!"
"were you... trying to make me jealous?" "well, duh!" you exclaimed in frustration, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "but... why?" "because you don't need me!"
"what?" rafe laughed softly, "what do you mean by that?" "you told me that you don't want to be so physical with me, which is why i made up this entire challenge. and i kept trying to prove that you needed me, needed physical affection from me, but it didn't affect you at all!" you whined, looking down at his sheets.
"baby." rafe cupped your cheeks, lifting your head up so that you were facing him, "you're right. i don't need you. but i want you, and i care about you. i didn't get jealous because i know you. and i know you would never do anything to hurt me."
"but you said you wanted distance from me, rafe."
"that's because-" rafe sighed, "that's because i'm not used to physical affection. not in the way that you are." "but it's the way i show people i love them. if you don't like it then you can't like me."
rafe chuckled softly, "i do like it. i love it, just like i love you. but i'm just not used to it. fuck, this challenge has been just as hard to me as it has been for you, if not even harder." "really?" you raised your brows, "yes, really. every night before i went to sleep, all i could think about was you. every night, i dreamt about you. and every morning, all i wanted to do was pull you into my arms. but you weren't there. and i want you there."
"i wanna be there too..."
"then be there." rafe smiled, pulling you into a kiss.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ you see some of the students rafe tutors getting too handsy with him, and decide to remind him, and yourself, how much pleasure only you can give to him.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ i’ve been playing so much stardew valley lately…
PERVERT READER જ⁀➴ ♥︎ RAFE CAMERON
you trusted that rafe would never hurt you; he'd never shown any interest in anyone other than you. but it didn't hurt any less when you saw that other girls showed interest in rafe.
for some reason, the moment people found out that you two were a couple, everyone wanted to get tutored by rafe. and by everyone, it meant every girl.
and you didn't like it.
you didn't like the way girls would try to slide their foot up rafe's pantsleeve, how they'd put their hands on his thigh, squeezing it, with rafe doing nothing but ignoring the girl's actions, without his brow even flinching slightly, until you brought it to his attention.
"i don't like it when other girls touch you."
rafe turned to you, post-coital, already half-asleep, "what?"
"tell the girls you tutor to not touch you."
"alright." rafe smiled, pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose, "i'll tell them."
what you hadn't known was that a few seconds after you'd seen the girl place her hand on rafe's thigh and squeeze it, he'd pushed her hand off and reminded her to please be professional.
still, from then on, whenever you saw rafe tutoring someone, he pushed their hands away when they tried to touch him, mumbling something to them, before turning right back to the textbook.
but... you still felt possessive. you wanted to prove to yourself that he was yours, that only you could make him really feel good.
by now, you were an expert on how to drive rafe crazy; you were an expert on every noise he made, every movement he made when you touched him.
another thing you were an expert on was how to make him cum; whether it was with your hands, with your mouth, with your pussy, or even if it was you just grinding yourself on him. you could even make your boyfriend come, even without touching him, even through the screen.
but there was one thing you really wanted to learn to do.
how to not make him come.
rafe had been a virgin when you met him; and as much as you enjoyed watching rafe's face as he came, watching him spill himself on your stomach, your finger trailing it, bringing it to your lips, rafe's cock twitching as he watched you suck the finger coated in his cum deep into your mouth, a tiny pop leaving your lips as you took your finger out with a feigned innocence.
you wanted to know how he'd act if you didn't let him come.
you'd been prepping him for an hour; giving little kitten-licks to the head of his cock, tracing the vein underside of his cock with your tongue, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth, sucking it slightly, licking up every drop of precum that leaked out of him...
but as soon as you sank yourself down on his cock, rafe threw his head back with a loud gasp, his hands gripping onto your hips while you mumbled under your breath, manicured nails digging into his skin, making rafe wince.
"i-i'm s-so..." he mumbled, eyes rolling back as you slowly pulled away from him, a whine leaving rafe's lips as soon as you were fully out of him, his cock at your entrance.
"give me two more and you can come, okay?" "i don't- i don’t think i can…"
"give me two more or i'm not gonna let you come for two weeks." you said in a stern voice, your boyfriend nodding. "t-two more..." he mumbled, eyes pressed closed.
and as soon as you sunk down on his length with a moan, rafe let out a wince, fingers digging into his sheet. "how many more?" you asked, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"o-one... one more..."
"good boy." you cooed, the deep exhale rafe let out as you pulled away from him making your cunt throb, and now you were the one taking in a deep breath. "one more." "one more."
you sank yourself down on his length once again, rafe letting out a moan as his hands trailed up your torso to cup your breasts, brows knitted together as if he was suffering.
"come for me." you whispered, rolling your hips, your walls squeezing around his length, "come for me, rafe."
a sound between a grunt and a whine left your boyfriend as he spilled himself inside of you, your grip in his hair tightening with every involuntary thrust his hips made in response to the pleasure, until finally they settled down.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ SUMMARY ♥︎ you don’t think that your boyfriend has been paying hou the attention you deserve, so you decide to take it, even if it’s in an empty classroom.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ WARNINGS ♥︎ smut. sex in public. unprotected PIV. MDNI!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AUTHOR'S NOTE ♥︎ my last kinktober fic! i had some more ideas for fics but i’ve had a hectic month but i have them written down and will eventually drop them outside of kinktober.
─── PERVERT જ⁀➴ ♥︎ KINKTOBER
for the fifth time that week, lila was complaining about the guy who was still ghosting her; you simply kept nodding and mmhming, because the first time she'd told you about him and you gently suggested that he isn't that interested in her and that she should move on because she's too good for him anyway, the girl immediately came to his defenses, talking about how he eventually always texted her back, even if it takes him a week, so he must be thinking of her sometimes.
you felt your phone vibrate in your bag, and lila didn't even notice you pull it out, a small smile appearing on your lips when you noticed it was a text from your boyfriend .
RAFE <3 [01:46] : Just finished chemistry. :)
you put your phone back into your bag, turning to your friend, "yeah, i'm sure he's gonna text you back soon. i gotta bounce, though, i have... something important. see you later."
before lila could begin to protest and launch into another rant, you'd hurried off to where you knew rafe had his chemistry lectures, a smile taking over your lips as soon as you spotted the boy leaning against the wall, looking down at something on his phone with that, familiar cute furrow in his brows.
"boo!" you walked up to him, only for your boyfriend to turn to you with a wide smile, making you pout, "i didn't startle you." "oh, you totally did. i nearly had a heart attack." he grinned playfully.
you laughed, rolling your eyes and taking his hand, pulling him along with you, "come on. i have a free period."
you led rafe into an empty classroom, the boy furrowing his brows as he registered his surroundings, "what... what are we doing here?" rafe chuckled softly. "we are making the most of my free period." the lock clicked shut behind you as you bit down on your lower lip coyly. "nobody uses this classroom on wednesdays. we could have fun."
"are you crazy?" rafe's blue eyes widened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, "anyone could walk in."
"don't be a spoilsport," you whined, your mouth set in a pout, "i've checked the schedule. nothing's booked for this classroom." you mumbled quietly, bringing your lips to your boyfriend's neck, leaning closer to press warm kisses on the soft skin there, teeth nipping at him, soothed by your tongue darting out from between your lips.
"nngh, we really shouldn't be doing this..." rafe whined, only for his hands to land on your waist, pulling your body to his, your boyfriend's head tilting back to give you better access as a quiet whine left his lips.
"i don't think you really mean that…" you mumbled into his neck, your hand trailing up the back of rafe's neck, softly stroking the short strands of hair there. "you're impossible to... god... say no to..."
rafe's hands gripped the back of your thighs, lifting you up onto the teacher's desk with ease, his large, warm hands slipping under the fabric of your cropped sweater as your hands worked to unbuckle his belt, "you've been too busy lately..." you whispered, your soft lips traveling back up to his, quiet words mumbled, caressing his lips. "i've missed you."
rafe's belt clinked as it dropped to the ground, a rough, low groan leaving his lips when he felt your hand start palming the growing bulge through his boxer shorts. "i-i've, fuck, missed you too..."
"promise me you'll spend more time with me." you rubbed his cock, causing rafe's hips to buck up into your hand, "i promise, i promise."
lifting up your skirt, you shimmied the pink lacy pair of panties down your legs, letting them drop to the floor as you pulled rafe closer to you. "good boy." you smiled coyly, tugging his pants lower along with his blue, plaid boxer shorts, his cock standing at attention. spitting onto the palm of your hand, you brought your hand to the base of his cock, giving him a long, painfully slow stroke that made your boyfriend let out a whimper that you could feel in your core as he bucked into you.
"please, baby..." rafe whined, his brows knitting together, "i need you..." you let out a soft chuckle at his pathetic pleads, giving his cock another stroke that earned you another whine, "you need me, huh? how bad? tell me." "so bad, so bad baby…"
separating your legs, you tug rafe closer by the collar of his shirt, bringing his cock to where you needed him, smearing some of your arousal onto the pink, sensitive head of his cock by teasing your folds with his length, a groan leaving rafe's lips, large hands digging into your thighs.
rafe positioned himself at your entrance, and a loud gasp left your lips when you felt him thrust into you, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, your head tilted back as rafe's hand slid up your sweater.
his hand greedily massaged your breasts through your bralette, tugging the fabric down slightly, his thumb rolling over your hardened nipple, your back arching into his touch as he pulled back, thrusting into you again with a force that made the desk creak under you.
you connected your lips with rafe's, hips rolling against his with every thrust. your hand slid into your skirt, your manicured fingers drawing circles on your throbbing clit, matching your boyfriend's movements.
"you're… so gorgeous…" rafe mumbled against your lips between intense kisses as he basically rutted into you; you could feel him stretch you out with every thrust, the head of his cock kissing the sweet spot inside of you, quiet moans leaving your lips.
rafe's lips trailed down to your neck, breathing in the scent of your sweet perfume, teeth nipping at your soft skin, soothing the sting with small kisses and licks. "god, rafe…"
the pressure in your abdomen intensified, your walls clenching around his cock, a strangled moan escaping his throat, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "i-i'm close…" rafe panted, his breathing getting more intense, "me too…"
your hands moved to rafe's shoulders, gripping onto the crumpled up fabric of his shirt, nails leaving indents through the thin white fabric as you rolled your hips into him, one of his hands sliding between your legs, finding your clit and continuing to stimulate you the way you'd already been doing to yourself.
suddenly, rafe stilled inside of you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his thrusts showed down into a halt, a low grunt leaving his lips and you could feel him spilling into you, purposefully clenching yourself around him so you could hear him let out those pretty whines you always loved. his finger stilled on your clit, but you moved your hand to his, guiding his fingers with yours, desperate for your own orgasm; after a short moment, he seemed to get the hint, his fingers continuing their ministrations.
you rolled your hips into his hand desperately, feeling him starting to soften inside of you, until finally, all the air was sucked out of your lungs, your cunt starting to clench around him rapidly as the warmth spread from your abdomen to all around your body, your breathy moan echoing around the classroom, your body arching into rafe's as if they were opposing magnets.
once the heavy panting started to turn into normal breathing, you and your boyfriend looked to each other, letting out soft laughs.
"i can't believe i let you talk me into this." rafe shook his head, and you raised your brows, "i didn't really have to do much convincing, did i?"
♡ summary: you catch your boyfriend kissing someone else?
♡ warnings / tags: angst. fluff.
♡ author's note: WELL HERE DAMN!!! second part to never my love i also hit 6k for today which is INSANE
PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST
rafe was walking towards his dorm room, thinking about the picnic he'd planned for you and him to go on under the stars. he'd read that there was a meteor shower, and there was no one he'd rather see it with than you, but then he heard a familiar voice call out, "rafe!" making him turn around to see sofia standing there with a warm smile on her face, "thought that was you."
"hi, sofia." he smiled, "do you mind walking with me? i'm in kind of a rush, but there's something i wanted to discuss with you." "yeah, sure."
the two started walking towards the men's dormitory, rafe holding the door open to her once they got there, "you're a gentleman." she said with a soft laugh, rafe giving the girl an awkward, tight-lipped smile.
"so, the thing is." he cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as they walked, "i'm not going to be tutoring you anymore. i already told the principal, and i asked them to assign you a new tutor."
"what?" sofia turned to him, the girl's brows furrowed, "why?"
"my girlfriend told me that she feels uncomfortable with it."
"do you always do what your girlfriends tell you?" sofia raised her brows with a small chuckle. "i love her. so when she sets down a boundary, yes." rafe shrugged, the two arriving at his dorm room.
"are you sure you can't do it? please? i really feel like we're getting somewhere." "i'm sorry, but no. but i'm sure that whoever is assigned to you will just as good, if not better."
both of their attentions were drawn to the door when they heard someone walk up to it, and at that moment, sofia's instincts took over, the girl pressing her palms on rafe's cheek, pulling him into a kiss.
you were laid on rafe's bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you'd put up on his ceiling with blu-tac, even going as far as attaching some pictures you'd printed out of star wars ships, along with the doctor's tardis, wanting to surprise him for his birthday. when he saw it, rafe told you that he loved it, that it made him feel loved and cared for.
you decided that enough was enough, getting out of your boyfriend's bed, grabbing your bag off the floor and taking in a deep breath. rafe was probably forced out like some of his friends tended to do. you pulled the dormitory door open, ready to call him and go wherever he was at.
only to witness sofia's lips on rafe's.
you couldn't help the weak gasp leaving your lips at the sight of the two, making rafe immediately pull away from sofia as he turned to you with panicked eyes, "this isn't-"
but you'd heard it all before from former boyfriends. 'this isn't how it looks like!!!' is basically code for 'this is exactly what it looks like'. you pushed past him, walking towards the exit, ignoring your boyfriend calling out to you, knowing that if you stopped for even a minute, you'd listen to his lies.
for the next two weeks, you only left your room to go to class, pink headphones pressed to your ears, muting every word rafe was trying to say.
one evening you were laying in your bed, lila sitting at the foot of your bed.
"oh my god." your friend lila let out a gasp, "oh. my. god." "what?" you asked "kappa alpha tau is having a party."
the words your friend said reminded you of ones your boyfriends said, "and earth circles the sun." you chuckled softly, your friend looking at you strangely.
"do you wanna go?" the girl raised her brows, "no thanks." "come on! it can be a fun way for you to get laid and move on from that loser!"
you turned to the girl, your brows furrowed, "i don't want to move on. i loved rafe."
your friend looked to you with something resembling pity in her eyes, letting out a soft chuckle, "whatever." she got out of the chair she'd been sitting at, taking one last look at her reflection in the mirror before turning to you "whatever. your boyfriend's been lowering your status when he appeared. you're nothing."
when lila pulled your door open, she didn't expect to be faced with rafe, the man standing there with a stern look on his face. lila let out a chuckle, "she's all yours." walking away.
"i don't want you here." you said the moment rafe walked into the room. "please give me five minutes."
you looked at the boy with narrowed eyes, crossing your arms, "fine."
rafe smiled, only for you to scowl right back at him, which only made his smile wider. "i didn't kiss sofia. i would never."
you let out a soft chuckle, "what do you mean? i saw you." "i mean," rafe pulled out his phone, "that sofia kissed me after i'd told her i couldn't tutor her anymore."
you heard rafe's voice come from the phone, "so, the thing is, i'm not going to be tutoring you anymore. i already told the principal, and i asked them to assign you a new tutor." it switched to a feminine voice, "what? why?"
"my girlfriend told me that she feels uncomfortable with it."
"do you always do what your girlfriends tell you?" "i love her. so when she sets down a boundary, yes." "are you sure you can't do it? please? i really feel like we're getting somewhere." "i'm sorry, but no. but i'm sure that whoever is assigned to you will just as good, if not better."
the words she was going to say were cut off by the sound of kissing.
you looked from rafe's phone to him, your brows furrowed, "you... you didn't want to kiss her?"
"never, my love." your boyfriend chuckled, pushing a loose stand of hair behind your ear, "only you. you're the only one i wanna kiss."
♡ summary: you're worried that someone your boyfriend is tutoring is into him.
♡ warnings / tags: fluff. angst.
♡ author's note: i hope you like it!
PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST
if your boyfriend hadn't signed up to tutor people with lower grades because he wanted extra credit, you likely never would've met him. but something you'd started to notice lately was that... some people weren't coming to rafe just for help with their schoolwork. to be more specific, some girls.
you saw it in the way they wore skin-tight skirts to something that was supposed to be a 'study session', in the way they bit down on their lip when he taught them something, in the way they laughed at the kind of jokes you laughed at when you first had a crush on rafe, the kind of jokes no one would laugh at until they wanted to get in their pants. but whenever you voiced your worries, rafe just laughed it off.
"come on. i'm not even good looking. why would someone go through two hours of tutoring just for me? i think you're just being paranoid, dove." rafe smiled, stroking your cheek.
"you need to stop that." you sighed, pressing a kiss on rafe's forehead, "there aren't enough words in the fucking dictionary to describe how amazing you are, or how lucky i am to have landed you."
rafe lets out a soft laugh, and presses a soft kiss on your forehead, once again repeating that you were the only one who'd want him and that he basically won the lottery by having you be into him.
but you saw the way some of the girls looked at rafe. like he was a trophy, like he was something to be won over... and you kept your eye on each and every one of them.
"do you love me?" you asked him with a throaty voice, displaying each and every one of your emotions inba four-letter question.
"more than anything living or dead."
sofia was a smart girl.
she knew that rafe was obsessed with his girlfriend; the girl who had originally needed rafe just to better her chemistry grades, but now needed him to hold her at night. maybe if sofia replicated something like that, maybe if she needed his help… maybe she could catch rafe's attention.
you’d never been jealous because of a guy. you never even cared enough about a guy to be jealous because of him. but when you passed the library and saw rafe and sofia laughing together, it felt like someone stuck a hot fireplace poker into your heart. it reminded you of the way you'd made him laugh when you'd first gotten together.
you'd tell rafe the stupidest joke you'd found on a joke book, and he'd laugh like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. but now, whenever you tried telling him any kind of joke, he'd simply let out a quiet chuckle.
was he getting tired of you?
that night, you two were laid in bed together, your boyfriend stroking your hair, "rafe?" you mumbled softly. "yeah, baby?"
"can you stop tutoring sofia?" "why?" rafe asked with a soft chuckle. "i... i just don't feel comfortable with it. i think she's into you. like, really into you." "sweetie." rafe pressed a peck on your lips, "i'm doing this tutoring stuff so that we can have a better future. i think you're reading into it. i want no one but you."
"please. just her, and her only."
rafe smiled, pulling your forehead to his, "i won't help her out with even a singular math question."
and you believed him.
you were laid on rafe's bed, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars you'd put up on his ceiling with blu-tac, even going as far as attaching some pictures you'd printed out of star wars ships, along with the doctor's tardis, wanting to surprise him for his birthday. when he saw it, rafe told you that he loved it, that it made him feel loved and cared for.
you decided that enough was enough, getting out of your boyfriend's bed, grabbing your bag off the floor and taking in a deep breath. rafe was probably forced out like some of his friends tended to do. you pulled the dormitory door open, ready to call him and go wherever he was at.
♡ author's note: i’ve been reading so much lately i barely have time to write…
PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST
rafe didn't have a lot of experience when it came to dating before you; he'd gone out on a few dates, but nothing serious ever until he met you. you were the wittiest, freakiest, sexiest girl who had ever even glanced at him, but his inexperience sometimes meant that he missed signals you sometimes tried to send him. what he lacked in emotional intelligence, the boy made up in practical intelligence.
but rafe would have to be blind to miss how the girl who loved having her hands on him more than anything suddenly no longer gave him more than a single peck on his cheek, how the girl who'd whine whenever he didn't have his arms around her all throughout the night no matter if his arm fell asleep or not now pulled away minutes after he'd started holding her. most alarmingly, how the girl with a sex drive as high as K12 hadn't initiated anything for two. weeks.
rafe was sitting at his desk doing homework, the reflection of his monitor reflected in his glasses, blue eyes occasionally darting to you, clad in one of rafe's sweatshirts and a pair of his pajama pants as you read one of your romance books. even that had changed; you used to love wearing anything and everything revealing, but as he thought back, he hadn't seen you in anything that didn't cover you up entirely.
rafe let out a soft sigh, turning his computer off and removing his glasses, which he then set on top of his keyboard. with an exaggerated groan, he flopped on top of the bed, right between your legs.
"what are you doing?" you asked with amusement clear in your tone as you closed your book, "i'm getting bored of homework." rafe shrugged, his hand starting to trail your inner thigh through the pajama pants.
your breath hitched when you felt rafe's hand move to your crotch, starting to rub you through the fabric. you closed your eyes, your head leaning back, a low breath leaving your lips as you arch into his touch, your breathing getting heavier.
however, as soon as rafe's other hand started pushing up the hem of your shirt, you cleared your throat, pulling away as you tug your shirt back down. "i'm… sorry, rafe, i'm not really in the mood." you give him a tight-lipped smile, and he pulls his hand away, a slight furrow in his brows.
"alright." rafe pulls back, moving to sit next to you, watching as you begin to twiddle your thumbs, the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall the only noise to be heard in the room, for once the silence between you charged.
"talk to me."
rafe's words pulled you out of your daze, your thumbs stopping at once. you bit down on your lower lip, your throat suddenly feeling dry, like the words that had been bouncing around in your brain for the past few weeks suddenly disappearing. "it's nothing." you mumble.
"i know it's something." rafe sighs, squeezing your hand, "you've been acting strange for the past few weeks. you don't want me to touch you, you don't touch me… did something happen? did i do something?"
"you're just overthinking things…"
"i know i'm not. if i did something, i'm really sorry. but please, just talk to me. i miss touching you. i miss holding you at night. i get it if it really is that you're just not in the mood, but… i can't help but feel like something more is going on."
finally, you turned to look at him, your eyes glistening, your teeth letting go of your bottom teeth as you took in a deep breath, preparing yourself.
"i'm a bit…" you spoke weakly, "i'm a bit insecure." rafe furrowed his brows, squeezing your hand once again as a way to tell you to keep talking. you swallowed, "it's silly. it's dumb, and i'm aware of that. but… uh, i was getting dressed, and my… my favorite dress wouldn't zip." you let out a quiet, self-deprecating laugh, looking down.
"what…?"
"i know, it's so stupid!" you laughed humorlessly and rolled your eyes, "but it… made me insecure. it made me feel so aware of my body. about it changing. about how it'd feel to you. how it'd look to you."
"it's not stupid." rafe said softly, his arm wrapping around you, pulling you into his side, "it's normal to be scared of changing. of you and things about you changing." his hand cupped your cheek, stroking the soft skin with his thumb, "i think that everything about you, whether it changes or stays the same is beautiful. because it's you."
"yeah?"
"yes." rafe pressed a kiss on your cheek, "i don't think there's a world in which i don't think you're not the most beautiful thing in the world to me."
and as the soft touches and the small kisses slowly got more intense, more passionate, more heated, as rafe's hands, his lips, his cock, the whispered words against your skin… everything, made you feel beautiful, rafe thrusting into you, his forehead pressed against yours, the word 'beautiful' leaving rafe's lips like a prayer every time he bottomed out inside of you. how the hell did you manage to go two weeks without him?
and every morning since that night, the first words rafe said to you in the morning were "you're gorgeous." without fail. and you never doubted him.
♡ author's note: this is my last 5k fic, but this is also another entry for @zyafics MRGA campaign, i feel like this fic fits it!!
PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ 5K MASTERLIST l
all of this started with one simple sentence that you'd muttered against your boyfriend's collarbone.
"could we try something new?"
now your boyfriend's hands were tightly bound into his wooden bedframe with baby-pink rope, his legs separated, both of his ankles bound to the end of the bed with the same pink rope. rafe tugged on the ropes around his wrists only for them to not move an inch, the boy softly mumbling, "these are... weirdly well done..."
"i was a girl scout." you called out from the small toilet attached to rafe's dorm room, "you ready?!"
"i'm ready!"
oh.
rafe soon realized that he definitely wasn't ready to see you walk out of the tiny bathroom with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth as a you untied the sinfully short pink, silky robe, letting it fall onto the ground while you walked towards him.
you let out a soft, seductive chuckle when you saw the tent in rafe's dark blue plaid boxer shorts, straightening your back even more to let him get a good look at you, and your chest.
rafe swore he could get drunk on the way you looked; the pink, lacy bra just sheer enough to let him see your nipples, a small, wet patch in the matching panties. "i don't think you were ready..." you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout and tilted your head to the side, trailing your manicured nail down his sharp jawline, rafe's cock twitching in his boxer shorts "poor baby. y'gotta be suffering, huh?" you cooed.
you let your finger trail down rafe's bare chest, the boy's hands once again tugging against the restraints when you brought your lips to his red nipple, twirling your tongue around it and sucking the hardened bud into your mouth, letting out a quiet chuckle against the sensitive skin before you pulled back, a whine leaving rafe's lips.
"why are you teasing me?" your boyfriend looked at you through his long dark brown lashes, making you shrug as you sat yourself on the edge of his bed, your fingers continuing to explore until they came across the sandy-colored happy trail leading into his boxer shorts.
you lifted the waistband of rafe's boxer shorts, a sigh of relief leaving his lips, interrupted by the snap! of the elastic meeting his hips as soon as you let go.
"have you ever thought..." you moved your hand to the head of his cock, standing at attention even through his boxer shorts. "that maybe..." you started sliding your hand down his shaft painfully slowly through the fabric, rafe's hips bucking up, searching for more friction as you leaned closer to him, your words quieting down into a whisper "i like making you all cute and whiney like this?"
"it's... nnngh... crossed my mind a few times..."
you grinned as you boosted yourself up onto the bed, moving to straddle rafe, his eyes on your ample cleavage. you chuckled, trailing your hand on the lace of your bra, "you want me to take em off?" you purred, the boy fervently nodding, making you chuckle softly as you leaned closer into him, your breasts nearly in his face, "bet you wish you could take them off yourself."
once again, rafe tugged on the restraints around his wrist, only for you to chuckle as you unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms before discarding it onto the floor.
"i bet i could make you cum in your underwear..." you purred, rafe's eyes glued onto your bare chest until you lifted his chin up so he was looking into your eyes, a small "hm?" leaving his lips and it became clear to you that the boy hadn't listened to a thing you'd said.
"nothing..." you mumbled, positioning your clothed cunt over the head of his cock, starting to draw slow circles over his tip, rafe's eyes rolling back in pleasure. each time you could hear him struggle, each time rafe tried to get out of the pink ropes binding him, your clit throbbed.
"please..." the front of rafe's boxer shorts was covered with a mixture of your arousal as well as rafe's, your boyfriend's mouth open wide as if he was in heaven. "please what?" you asked with a breathy voice, your boyfriend letting out a petulant whine. you brought your hand to his chin, forcing him to look up at you, "tell me what you want with words, or you're not getting anything."
"sorry..." rafe mumbled like he was an injured puppy, making you chuckle as you pressed a soft peck on his lips, "tell me what you want." you whispered against his pink lips, "i... i wanna come..." the boy whispered.
you pulled back slightly, only to see that rafe's beautiful, freckled cheeks were turning red. "okay." you said softly, cupping his jaw reverently, "well, i'm gonna make sure my boy gets to cum."
positioning your entrance at the head of his cock, you started circling your hips, held back by two separate layers of fabric. "you're- ngggh... you're not gonna take any of it off?"
"no." you mumbled simply before you sunk yourself down on him, letting out a moan, still able to feel rafe's cock even through both sets of underwear, both of you breathing shakily, and although many layers were separating you, you could feel his cock twitching. "you're close, aren't you?"
"n-nouuugggghhh...." rafe's protests quickly died down once your hand moved to fondle his balls through the plaid fabric, his hips bucking up into you.
you moved yourself up, the front of your boyfriend's boxer shorts completely soaked, rafe's eyes pressed closed tight. "i bet..." you mumble, rolling your hips, your entrance positioned just above the head of rafe's cock, his hips bucking up to meet you, begging for some kind of friction, his wrists and ankles begging to be freed, "you'd cum if i just sink down on you right now."
"no..." rafe mumbled, yet when you let out a soft chuckle, you could see the full-body shivers ravaging through him. "let's test that."
you let yourself sink down on rafe's clothed cock once again, moans leaving your lips with every inch that you felt inside of you, but once he'd bottomed out, rafe started grunting, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, curses leaving his lips as his hips involuntarily started thrusting up into you.
you chuckled as you got off his cock, rafe's breathing slowly getting steadier as you pulled up the waistband of his boxers, the inside of them covered in sticky white cum.
"i won." you grinned, sitting back. "alright, what do you want as your prize?" the sandy-haired boy asked, "are you sure you wanna know?"
♡ author's note: this is my last 5k fic, but this is also another entry for @zyafics MRGA campaign, i feel like this fic fits it!!
PERVERT MASTERLIST ♡ 5K MASTERLIST l
all of this started with one simple sentence that you'd muttered against your boyfriend's collarbone.
"could we try something new?"
now your boyfriend's hands were tightly bound into his wooden bedframe with baby-pink rope, his legs separated, both of his ankles bound to the end of the bed with the same pink rope. rafe tugged on the ropes around his wrists only for them to not move an inch, the boy softly mumbling, "these are... weirdly well done..."
"i was a girl scout." you called out from the small toilet attached to rafe's dorm room, "you ready?!"
"i'm ready!"
oh.
rafe soon realized that he definitely wasn't ready to see you walk out of the tiny bathroom with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth as a you untied the sinfully short pink, silky robe, letting it fall onto the ground while you walked towards him.
you let out a soft, seductive chuckle when you saw the tent in rafe's dark blue plaid boxer shorts, straightening your back even more to let him get a good look at you, and your chest.
rafe swore he could get drunk on the way you looked; the pink, lacy bra just sheer enough to let him see your nipples, a small, wet patch in the matching panties. "i don't think you were ready..." you stuck your bottom lip out in a pout and tilted your head to the side, trailing your manicured nail down his sharp jawline, rafe's cock twitching in his boxer shorts "poor baby. y'gotta be suffering, huh?" you cooed.
you let your finger trail down rafe's bare chest, the boy's hands once again tugging against the restraints when you brought your lips to his red nipple, twirling your tongue around it and sucking the hardened bud into your mouth, letting out a quiet chuckle against the sensitive skin before you pulled back, a whine leaving rafe's lips.
"why are you teasing me?" your boyfriend looked at you through his long dark brown lashes, making you shrug as you sat yourself on the edge of his bed, your fingers continuing to explore until they came across the sandy-colored happy trail leading into his boxer shorts.
you lifted the waistband of rafe's boxer shorts, a sigh of relief leaving his lips, interrupted by the snap! of the elastic meeting his hips as soon as you let go.
"have you ever thought..." you moved your hand to the head of his cock, standing at attention even through his boxer shorts. "that maybe..." you started sliding your hand down his shaft painfully slowly through the fabric, rafe's hips bucking up, searching for more friction as you leaned closer to him, your words quieting down into a whisper "i like making you all cute and whiney like this?"
"it's... nnngh... crossed my mind a few times..."
you grinned as you boosted yourself up onto the bed, moving to straddle rafe, his eyes on your ample cleavage. you chuckled, trailing your hand on the lace of your bra, "you want me to take em off?" you purred, the boy fervently nodding, making you chuckle softly as you leaned closer into him, your breasts nearly in his face, "bet you wish you could take them off yourself."
once again, rafe tugged on the restraints around his wrist, only for you to chuckle as you unclasped your bra, letting it slide down your arms before discarding it onto the floor.
"i bet i could make you cum in your underwear..." you purred, rafe's eyes glued onto your bare chest until you lifted his chin up so he was looking into your eyes, a small "hm?" leaving his lips and it became clear to you that the boy hadn't listened to a thing you'd said.
"nothing..." you mumbled, positioning your clothed cunt over the head of his cock, starting to draw slow circles over his tip, rafe's eyes rolling back in pleasure. each time you could hear him struggle, each time rafe tried to get out of the pink ropes binding him, your clit throbbed.
"please..." the front of rafe's boxer shorts was covered with a mixture of your arousal as well as rafe's, your boyfriend's mouth open wide as if he was in heaven. "please what?" you asked with a breathy voice, your boyfriend letting out a petulant whine. you brought your hand to his chin, forcing him to look up at you, "tell me what you want with words, or you're not getting anything."
"sorry..." rafe mumbled like he was an injured puppy, making you chuckle as you pressed a soft peck on his lips, "tell me what you want." you whispered against his pink lips, "i... i wanna come..." the boy whispered.
you pulled back slightly, only to see that rafe's beautiful, freckled cheeks were turning red. "okay." you said softly, cupping his jaw reverently, "well, i'm gonna make sure my boy gets to cum."
positioning your entrance at the head of his cock, you started circling your hips, held back by two separate layers of fabric. "you're- ngggh... you're not gonna take any of it off?"
"no." you mumbled simply before you sunk yourself down on him, letting out a moan, still able to feel rafe's cock even through both sets of underwear, both of you breathing shakily, and although many layers were separating you, you could feel his cock twitching. "you're close, aren't you?"
"n-nouuugggghhh...." rafe's protests quickly died down once your hand moved to fondle his balls through the plaid fabric, his hips bucking up into you.
you moved yourself up, the front of your boyfriend's boxer shorts completely soaked, rafe's eyes pressed closed tight. "i bet..." you mumble, rolling your hips, your entrance positioned just above the head of rafe's cock, his hips bucking up to meet you, begging for some kind of friction, his wrists and ankles begging to be freed, "you'd cum if i just sink down on you right now."
"no..." rafe mumbled, yet when you let out a soft chuckle, you could see the full-body shivers ravaging through him. "let's test that."
you let yourself sink down on rafe's clothed cock once again, moans leaving your lips with every inch that you felt inside of you, but once he'd bottomed out, rafe started grunting, his hips thrusting up to meet yours, curses leaving his lips as his hips involuntarily started thrusting up into you.
you chuckled as you got off his cock, rafe's breathing slowly getting steadier as you pulled up the waistband of his boxers, the inside of them covered in sticky white cum.
"i won." you grinned, sitting back. "alright, what do you want as your prize?" the sandy-haired boy asked, "are you sure you wanna know?"
✮ summary: agreeing to go to a party with you and meeting your friends for the first time causes rafe to have insecurities and doubts.
✮ warnings / tags: angst. fluff. hurt and comfort. punching someone. insecurity. nudity. them being ridiculously perfect for each other. wc: 2k
✮ author's note: what’s been up with me making these two suffer lately… tbh i just wanna deepen their emotional bond!! but dw i have freaky smut coming up for them soon!!
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people say that opposites attract, and that saying was a fact when it came to you and your boyfriend. you and rafe were like day and night; all the bouncers at all the clubs and bars within a five-mile radius of your university campus knew you by name, meanwhile every professor on campus knew your boyfriend by his name, all of them delighted whenever they found out they got to teach him. sometimes, a single outfit of yours had less fabric than one piece of rafe's outfit. rafe did more studying in one weekend than you did in a month. he was a virgin when you started dating, and you were... experienced.
and your boyfriend was definitely not a party animal.
"c'mon..." you coaxed, "i can't go alone. besides, i want you to meet my friends!" you whined, "your friends are gonna hate me." rafe deadpanned, his brows raised. "no they won't. so what if you're different from them? i'm sure you can find something to talk to them about." "like what? shoes and purses?" "like how much you adore me." your lips quirked up into a grin and you pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, "pleaaase?"
honestly, rafe's assumption wasn't that far from the truth; when you'd first told your friends that you were dating him, they all looked at you like you'd grown a second head. but it never mattered to you; you adores rafe, and even though you two sometimes got strange looks from people and your friends got weird whenever you mentioned him, it never bothered you.
"pleaseeee?" you stuck out your bottom lip, doing your best to put on a 'sad puppy dog' look. "fine." rafe grumbled, running a hand over his face, "only because you're cute."
"this is gonna earn you a reward..." you giggled, biting down on your lower lip and running your manicured finger down rafe's chest, the suggestive tone of your voice and the feel of your long nail against his muscles through his shirt causing his own voice to go hoarse, "i didn't... didn't even ask for that." "don't care." you give rafe a quick peck, "good boys get rewarded."
you'd told rafe that it'd take you around an hour to get ready, but the two of you had finally gotten to the frat house nearly three hours after you'd told rafe it'd take you an hour, but you'd just mumbled, "fashionably late..." into his ear.
but once you got to the frat house the party was being held at, you got past with ease... but the random dude at the fraternity door who acted as the bouncer looked at your boyfriend up and down and let out a disgusted 'eugh', making rafe look down at the ground, his cheeks starting to redden as he switched from one foot to the other, the other boy letting out a belittling chuckle, "sorry, but you're gonna have to ditch him."
you could see your boyfriend's face fall and him starting to step back, only for you to pull rafe back to you and looking at the boy standing at the door with the bitchiest smile you could muster up.
"he's my boyfriend." you said as calmly as you possibly could, even though you truly wanted to punch the living hell out of that dude, "and if you don't want him inside, it's gonna take me about two minutes to get every girl at your shitty ass party out." you smiled widely, "so, if you want a sausage party, then go ahead."
the boy's gaze went over rafe once again, a small groan leaving his lips. "alright, go in…" the faux-bouncer mumbled, and your smile widened as the boy stepped aside, making sure to bump into his side as you passed him.
"you didn't have to do that… i could've just gone back to the dorms." rafe leaned closer to you so you could hear him through the blaring music, only for you to take his hand in yours and squeezing it, "please. like i'd let someone get away with talking to you like that." you smiled up at him, "should we go find my friends?" rafe took in a deep breath before turning to you with a tight-lipped smile and nodded.
rafe felt out of place. when you'd introduced him to your friends with a cheerful, "this is my boyfriend, rafe." and brought his hand to your mouth, pressing a kiss on the back of his hand that left a glossy imprint there.
after your friends had awkwardly introduced themselves to rafe, looking at him up and down the same way the guy outside had, they went back to how they'd been before; chattering about something had no understanding of, with you joining in while your friends acted like he wasn't there.
lately, he'd been noticing all the ways you were different in. you went out nearly every weekend while rafe stayed in his dormitory either studying, reading, or gaming. you felt so confident you brightened up every room you walked into, meanwhile he felt like he was nothing but a dark cloud that followed you around. you seemed to get along with everyone, being able to make a friend in almost any setting, meanwhile most of his friends were ones that he'd met online.
even now, with the two of you being surrounded by crowds of sweaty people pressed to one another, music blasting so loudly the floors sticky with spilled booze were shaking, you looked like there was nowhere you'd rather be; meanwhile rafe's flight instinct was kicking in.
he leaned close to your ear and quietly said, "hey, i'm gonna go to the bathroom." pulling back and trying to give you a convincing smile. "okay." you nodded, and when he freed his fingers from your own, you reluctantly let go of his hand, watching as he made his way through the crowd, a small frown on your lips.
rafe gripped the bathroom sink, his knuckles turning white as he took tried to steady his breathing, his heart beating to the rhythm of the bass he could hear through the bathroom door. "get it together..." he mumbled under his breath. rafe took off his glasses and placed them down, turning the faucet on, splashing cold water on his face, wishing it could wash away all the thoughts plaguing his mind.
all the thoughts about how much happier you'd be with someone who you didn't have to beg to come out with you. all the thoughts about how much your friends would be more accepting of someone they thought was more suitable for you. all the thoughts about how he wasn't good enough for you. how he would never be good enough for you.
rafe was startled by someone beating their fist against the door, swiftly turning the faucet off and drying his face on a towel before turning to the mirror, "just be normal. just... be normal." he mumbled, putting his glasses back on.
the boy spotted you almost immediately as he was making hi way through the crowd, recognizing the outfit you'd spent too much time choosing, but it seemed like you hadn't spotted him. rafe's brows furrowed as he got closer to you, a dark-haired guy leaning close to you, a cup in his hand, his other hand on your arm, your jaw clenched.
"c'mon. we had fun last time, didn't we?" rafe overheard the guy say, almost as if he was boasting, deciding to stop a small distance away to see how the situation would play out. "let's just ditch the party and go to my room."
"that was ages ago. i have a boyfriend, thomas." "so?" the boy laughed, "your little einstein doesn't need to know. everyone knows you're just dating him so you can better your grades." "you think i'm that big of an idiot that i need to date someone to get better grades?" you scoffed, shaking your head, "then, what's it for? you pity him because he has like three friends?"
"i know this concept might be strange for you, but some people actually like others because of who they are and not just because of their bodies." you remarked,
"well, you weren't like that before." thomas rolled his eyes while you narrowed your eyes, "what do you mean by that?" you asked, cocking your head to the side. "i mean, you used to fuck anything that moved, fucking slut. now you're just with some nothing loser who probably doesn't know how to fuck." thomas laughed, rafe's jaw clenching, intending to interrupt until—
THUMP!
your fist made contact with thomas's face, the drunk boy falling to the ground as you took in a sharp breath, shaking your hand with an 'ouch'. "just so you know," you look down at him, your words coming out slightly clumsily, "he's better than you. and bigger. take that." you turned to walk away from thomas, but when you noticed rafe standing there with a stunned expression on his face, you froze, looking like a deer in headlights. "rafe."
but rafe simply chuckled, taking the hand that hadn't just greeted thomas, pulling you through the crowd, hurrying you outside.
you were breathing heavily, goosebumps forming on your skin from going from the hot, packed party to the chilly outside air, looking up at rafe, "rafe, i can explain, i know i shouldn't—"
but you were silenced by rafe leaning down, pressing his lips on yours, his large hands going to cup your cheeks, and as his lips moved on yours, he hoped it conveyed everything he thought, everything he worried about, and everything you somehow managed to make him feel.
when rafe pulled away, he tucked a strand of stray hair behind your ear, his thumb going to stroke the soft skin of your cheek. "weirdly, that was the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." rafe looked down, gently taking the hand that you'd punched thomas with as a hiss left your lips, the boy noticing some bruising on your knuckles, a few of them even bleeding, "let's get back to my dorm and fix this up, yeah?"
every time the antiseptic made contact with one of the cuts on your knuckles, you let out a quiet hiss, each of them sounding unfairly adorable to rafe.
"this is the cost of punching dickheads." he jokingly mumbled, "well, i had to protect your honor." you shrugged, making rafe furrow his brows as he applied lotion onto the cuts, "my honor?" "he called you a nothing loser. i'm not gonna let that slide."
"i thought you punched him because he called you... that." "oh, no. i've heard it many times. if they wanna shame me for liking sex then they can go ahead and do that. but i'm not gonna let them say something like that about you."
your words made rafe's lips quirk up a little, "so, are you my knight in shining armor?" "only if it's one of those ridiculously skimpy armors they give to female characters in games." you grinned, rafe shaking his head. once your boyfriend had applied band-aids onto your knuckles, he pressed a kiss on each of them.
it wasn't long until the two of you were under rafe's blanket, your naked bodies pressed together, rafe holding the hand he'd patched up, "you know, sometimes i worry that i'm not good enough for you." he mumbled, "why would you think that?" "i'm... i'm not like guys you've been with before. i'm not into parties, i'm not cool and confident..." "you're also not a total dickhead." "yeah, that." rafe chuckled softly, "i don't know. what if you were happier with someone more like you?"
"the thing is... i think you are like me, rafe." "how's that? we're... so different." "yeah, we have different interests, we have different personalities..." you bring your hand to rest over his heart, "but when i'm with you... i feel connected to you in a way i haven't before. like we're one."
"that's weirdly poetic." rafe chuckled softly, "i think you're secretly a sap." "shut up." you rolled your eyes, "but i know what you mean. like we're two sides of the same coin."
"yeah. and for me, that's better than anything or anyone else. i don't care if i could have the world's most perfect person. because they'll never measure up to you. i wouldn't want to love anyone else but you."
rafe smiled, bringing his lips to your forehead, "no one else." he whispered, pressing a kiss there.
♡ author's note: inspired by @forgetmenotnympho request for rafe to meet reader’s family!! i hope you like it angel <3
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"don't be nervous. they're gonna love you." you smiled as you watched rafe mess around with his hair, his brows furrowed in concentration, "i'm not- i'm not nervous." he mumbled, yet his jaw was set in a clench, a permanent frown carved onto his lips.
"yeah?" you chuckle, getting out of his chair and walking over to stand behind rafe, tilting your head to the side as you looked at your reflections in the mirror, "not even a little bit? turn around."
rafe turned to look at you, and even though you were wearing heels, he was still taller than you. you combed your fingers through his hair while his blue eyes were stuck to you. "do you think i should wear contacts?" he mumbled, "you hate wearing contacts. you say they're itchy." "yeah, but-" "don't worry." you let your hands slide from rafe's hair to cup his cheeks, "my parents are gonna like you even if you accidentally fart in front of them."
finally, his lips lifted up a little bit, and you brought your hands to his shoulders as if brushing something off them, "so, when am i gonna meet your family? you rarely talk about them."
"uh, i dunno." rafe cleared his throat, turning around and pretending to straighten the collar of his shirt, but you knew him well enough to know that he was avoiding the subject; but you'd never been one to easily back down. "it's just your dad, your stepmom and sisters, right? i doubt they're that bad."
rafe let out a huff of a chuckle, "my sisters are fine. just my dad and rose can be a bit... much." "well." you take his hand in yours, "i promise that my parents are gonna like you just fine. they're so excited to meet you. i bet my mom's made like a five-dish course. and, if you get anxious, we can always sneak off into the bathroom and i can give you hea-" "okay!" rafe let out a soft chuckle, bringing his lips down to yours for a quick peck, pulling back to look down at you with a small smile.
you lifted your free hand, bringing the fist up to swiftly knock on the green door thrice before stepping back, your other hand still intertwined with rafe's. after a moment, the door was pulled open and you were met with your mother's smiling face.
"you know, you don't have to knock? you have your key." your mother raised her brows, only for you to shrug, letting go of your boyfriend's hand, stepping up to wrap your arms around your mother, the woman letting out a surprised huff, "i know. just thought this was more polite." you grin, squeezing her slightly before pulling away. rafe looked between you and your mother, fiddling where he stood. he pushed his glasses up slightly.
"mooom, this is rafe." you grinned, "rafe, this is my mother." your boyfriend held a hand out for your mother to shake, a tight smile on his lips. "hi, it's lovely to meet you, mrs-" rafe's sentence was cut off by your mother pulling him into a hug, the boy's eyes nearly bulging out of his head, unused to such affection.
"it's so lovely to meet you, rafe." your mother said as she pulled away from the hug, keeping her hands on the boy's forearms as she looked him over, your mother looking comically short next to the tall boy. after looking him over, she turned to you, a grin on her face, "he really is handsome."
"moooom." you whined; you could see a pink flush starting to creep onto rafe's cheeks as your mother let go of him, introducing herself to him. when rafe attemped to 'mrs' her, she simply shrugged it off, insisting that he call her by her first name.
"dinner will be ready soon. you two can go wait in the living room." your mom exclaimed, as she made her way back to the kitchen. you led rafe into the living room, your fingers intertwined with his. you spotted your father sitting in his armchair, a bottle of beer in one hand, his eyes fixed on the television.
"dad?" you mumbled, only to get no response. you cleared your throat, repeating yourself but now slightly louder, "dad." the man turned his gaze to you, looking between you and rafe, you cleared your throat, a tight smile on your lips. "dad, meet rafe. rafe, meet my dad."
when rafe reached out his hand for your father to shake, your father simply narrowed his eyes and looked down at rafe's hand, before taking his beer and bringing it to his lips with a low "hey." turning back to the tv without any more acknowledgement of your presence. you simply took rafe's outstretched hand in yours, leading him out of the living room and back into the hallway.
"i'm... i'm confused. did i do something wrong?" rafe mumbled, his brows set in an adorable furrow, "no, no... my dad's just... like that." "like what?" "a dick?" you grinned and raised your brows, a small chuckle leaving rafe's lips at your assessment of your father. you took his free hand in yours, making the boy face you, "but my mom likes you." you straightened rafe's collar, "she loves little church boys like you." "church boys?" "i mean, you look like a church boy." you shrugged, "if she only knew the things i get you to do to me in the bedroom. all the posit-" "alright, alright!" rafe huffed, "don't be crude." "don't make me want to be crude."
when it was finally time for dinner, your fingers were intertwined with rafe's under the table, his ambidexterity coming in hand. "so, rafe." your father said gruffly, more focused on his food than your boyfriend, "what are your plans?"
your mother tutted her lips, gently smacking the back of her hand on her husband's chest, before turning to face rafe, "what he meant to ask, is what are you studying for? what do you want to do?" she smiled, bringing her glass of red wine to her lips and taking a sip, her keen eyes staying on your boyfriend.
rafe chewed the food that was still in his mouth and swallowed before answering your mother, "i'm studying to be a scientist." "a scientist!" she exclaimed, a satisfied smile on her face, "you must be smart." "he's the smartest guy in our year." you smiled, turning to face rafe, squeezing his hand. "y-yeah. i mean. based on the grades."
your mom practically squeals, "i've always wanted a smart son-in-law." she cooed, rafe's cheeks getting redder. you rolled your eyes, once again squeezing his hand, "wouldn't you rather be with someone who has similar goals?" your father asked rafe in a gruff voice, the demeaning tone in his voice causing you to bow your head down, loosening your grip on rafe's hand.
"let's not talk about this right now..." "talk about what?" your father scoffed, taking a chug out of his beer, "how we're paying for our daughter to get a damn liberal arts degree just so she can waste it on a fuckin' pipe dream?"
rafe's eyes were on you, meanwhile your eyes were on your lap, tears blurring your vision. "what, you think she's gonna be an actress?" your father started slurring, getting up from his seat, "she's gonna work at the starbucks 'round the corner."
"alright, i think you've had enough to dr-"
"you're nothin' but a damn disappointment, you know?" your father scoffs, then points towards rafe, "your little boyfriend is gonna leave you for someone who actually has a brain."
you let out a soft sniffle, your father stumbling out of the dining room as your mother practically guided him out. "are... are you okay?" rafe mumbled, but when you didn't answer, the boy got out of his chair, kneeling next to you. you didn't move an inch from the chair, but he still pulled you into his arms, soft sobs leaving your lips as you buried your face in rafe's hair. "'m sorry, 'm sorry..." you mumbled, "i know 'm not like this..." you cried, holding onto him even tighter.
rafe pressed his eyes closed as he held you close; he couldn't understand how the words of a single person managed to make the strongest, most... charismatic, spiritful woman he knew... crumble like that. and it scared him more than anything.
the entire drive back to campus was quiet. the entire walk to rafe's dorm room was quiet; and as soon as you got into the room, you faced a wall, and the only thing to be heard was the sound of the zipper of your dress coming undone, of the fabric falling to the floor...
this wasn't you.
you didn't get undressed facing the wall as if your body was something to be ashamed of. you'd bite your lip, looking at him seductively, slowly sliding the zipper down, rafe's eyes widening when your dress fell to the floor...
rafe was dressed in nothing but his boxers when he came up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. you let out a breath that felt like you'd been holding it in for a lifetime, pressing yourself closer into rafe's chest.
"do you want to sleep naked again?" rafe mumbled, pressing a kiss on your shoulder. you nodded, and without another word, rafe's hands unclasped your bra, and they started to slide down your arms. as soon as they did, rafe got down on one knee, sliding your panties down your legs. you lifted one foot up off the floor, and then the other, allowing your boyfriend to take your underwear off.
rafe pressed kisses to the back of your calves that caused shivers to run down your spine, his actions continuing all the way up your leg until he landed right under your ass cheek. he softly smacked your ass, the fatty flesh bouncing in a way that made you let out a soft giggle.
you turned to face rafe, pulling the waistband of his boxers back before releasing it, a small moan leaving rafe's lips as it made contact with his skin; and without another word, he was out of his boxers. soon enough, the two of you were laying in rafe's bed, the blanket over your heads, your fingers intertwined with his as you two whispered everything and nothing to one another.
"i'm sorry my dad was like that..." you whispered, rubbing the back of rafe's hand, "why are you apologizing? he's the one who should apologize for being a dick." you let out a huff of a laugh at his choice of words, mimicking yours, "it's not your fault. parents can be a lot."
"is your dad a lot?"
"he is." rafe took in a deep breath, "we don't really talk." "how come?" "he... doesn't agree with my choice of studies. he would've preferred if i went to business school and took our family business over..."
"family business?" you furrowed your brows, your boyfriend pursing his lips, "okay, so..." rafe takes in a deep breath, "my dad might be a bit rich." even though a part of you wanted to say a snarky comment, you simply squeezed his hand, "and he wanted me to go to business school, so that i could take over our family business."
rafe's eyes were strictly on your hands, the steely pair of eyes clearly avoiding your gaze, "but when i told him i wanted to study to become a scientist, he flipped out."
"how... how come?"
rafe looked up from your interconnected eyes back up to your eyes, "i know it's not likely for it to happen, but the reason i wanted to become a scientist..." rafe sighed, "it's 'cause i want to find a cure for what killed my mom. or at least help patients to prolong their lives."
your brows raised, nearly on their own.
"ovarian cancer."
oh.
"i know it's not likely, but i at least want to try and advance the research on it. or a find a way to prolong the patients' life." you brought your hand to rafe's cheek, pressing your naked body closer to his, "i'm a realist who borders on being a pessimist." you press a small peck on his lips, whispering the next words, "but i believe you can do it."
"yeah?" rafe whispred, looking at you as if searching your eyes for confirmation.
♡ summary: rafe surprises reader for her birthday.
♡ warnings / tags: fluff, rafe being the best man someone could ever wish for. smut, fingering, MDNI! wc: 2.5k
♡ author's note: this is for @lulanixoxo who requested some birthday nerd rafe fluff n smut for her birthday, i made this a priority request because i wanted it to be out before your birthday, i hope you like it and i hope you have an amazing birthday!!
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most your birthdays in the past had been spent going out with friends; if you wanted a birthday party, you always had to host it yourself because none of your friends or boyfriends wanted to put in effort, and those always ended up with you having to clean the venues yourself while still buzzed when all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and maybe shed a few tears. this year, you wanted to host a small party, simply because the buzz of a night club was too much for you.
"what are you doing?" rafe asked as he laid on the bed with a comic book in his hands, adjusting his glasses. you smiled, sitting with your legs crossed on his bed and rafe's laptop on your lap, a small smile on your face, "oh, i'm just looking at places nearby where i could hold a party." "a party?" "yeah, my birthday party."
your boyfriend simply closed the laptop, "don't." "but-" "don't." he smiled up at you, "because i'm handling it." "really?" "now what kind of a boyfriend would i be if i didn't have a plan for my girlfriend's birthday?" rafe's words made you roll your eyes as you moved the laptop to the foot of the bed and brought your lips to his.
the special day on rafe's wall calendar had been circled with a red heart, your initial right in the middle of it, but you really didn't think much of it until you woke up on the morning of your birthday to the scent of rafe's cologne filling your nostrils, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pressed warm kisses on your neck, the slight stubble making you giggle.
you turned to face rafe, your boyfriend looking down at you with a smile so sweet on his lips it made you want to take a bite right out of him. he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, bringing his lips to yours for a quick peck, and you could taste the minty toothpaste you two shared when you stayed with him.
"why are you up so early, hm?" you asked, pushing back some of rafe's hair, "because..." he pressed another quick peck on your lips, "it's your birthday." "oh, is it now? i had no idea."
rafe lifted a brown paper bag onto the bed, your eyes widening when you saw the logo of your favorite cafe on the bag, only now noticing the two coffee cups on rafe's nightstand, the scent of fresh pastries making you clap your hands together in excitement as rafe started to unpack the contents of the bag onto the bed.
after a moment, in front of you there were two croissants, pain au chocolat, a small cake with your name written on it with a heart, and a blueberry-chocolate muffin. "you didn't..." you mumbled quietly, looking between rafe and the foods in front of you with a small but happy pout. "happy birthday." rafe simply smiled at you, your heart clenching in your chest. "this place is on the other side of the town..." "guess i'm lucky that my girlfriend is a deep sleeper and didn't notice me sneaking out of bed."
honestly, you hadn't expected much after a breakfast in bed from your favorite cafe, but as soon as you rose out of bed, rafe turned to you with a small smile, "don't put on makeup and wear something comfortable, okay? we're gonna go shopping." "shopping? you?" you snorted, making rafe roll his eyes, "just do it." "you," you sauntered over to him, moving to straddle rafe, "-are not the boss of me."
...after a quick shower to wash off the affection you'd shown one another, you'd done as your boyfriend had advised you to do, simply putting on a crop top along with a pair of rafe's sweatpants. you raised your brows, "is this a fabulous birthday look, or what?" "absolutely." rafe chuckled softly, getting onto his feet, taking your hand in his, and intertwining your fingers. "let's go."
"rafe? what's this?" you cocked your head to the side when you saw the clearly expensive car in front of you, a man who looked to be the driver standing right next to it. "it's nothing." rafe said, squeezing your hand, "come on, let's go in."
the entire drive, you couldn't help but be sketched out- your boyfriend, who was studying on a scholarship, was now having you be driven around in a lexus. you thought that maybe it was some kind of rideshare app... but something that was even stranger, was that when you got to the mall, rafe said to the driver, "i'll call you when we need you, jamie." to the driver, as if they were old friends.
you'd expected the mall to be full of people rushing around from store to store... but when you walked in, you heard nothing but silence. you looked to rafe with slightly furrowed brows, but he just kept walking, as if nothing was amiss. "rafe, what's going on?" "nothing. c'mon."
even as rafe led you to the movie theater of the mall, there wasn't a soul in sight; not even someone checking for tickets. your boyfriend simply pulled you into the large theater, leading you to the best seats, right in the middle, where a large tub of popcorn was already waiting for you.
"rafe, seriously."
"what? maybe the mall's just a bit empty. and the movie theater." the boy shrugged as he feigned cluelessness, only to dig something from his pocket. he handed you a movie ticket that read 'happy birthday to the sweetest girl in the world.'
out of nowhere, the theater became dark, and the intro to your favorite movie began.
rafe spent the entire day dragging you from one place to another. after the movie, it was spa time, after that, mani-pedi, after that, food, after that, hair and makeup, after that, a store where every piece of clothing cost more than a two-bedroom apartment in new york.
and now, the two of you were back in the car you'd been in earlier. you were wearing a glamorous dress, and shoes that cost more than your entire wardrobe, and rafe was wearing a stylish button-up shirt along with prada dress pants, and he'd switched his usual glasses for a pair of contacts. he looked unrecognizable, and you couldn't help but keep staring at him, your eyes narrowing every now and then.
"what are you looking at?" rafe chuckled softly, squeezing your hand, "who are you and what have you done to my boyfriend?" you asked with feigned suspicion. "i sometimes like to wear contacts. just to look a bit more handsome." rafe rolled his eyes. you furrowed your brows at his words, and you brought your hand to his jaw, forcing rafe to look at you.
"you look handsome to me no matter what, you know that, right?" you pursed your lips, "you look handsome in every way. i don't want you to try and change yourself because you think i won't like you." rafe's lips twitched up into a smile and he nodded softly, "i know." he mumbled shakily, digging something out of his pocket; a black, velvet box. you took it into your hands with slight confusion, your brows furrowing in question, rafe rolling his ice-blue eyes, "i'm not proposing. just open it."
and once you opened the box, you saw the most gorgeous locket. "turn it around." rafe mumbled, and on the back, you saw rafe's initials, making you squeal, "now open it, please."
your jaw nearly dropped, a gasp leaving your lips when you saw what was inside of it; on the left side, there was a picture of you two on your very first date, rafe's arm awkwardly wrapped around you, a goofy smile on his face while you looked at him with nothing but utter love and adoration; and the second one was from your most recent date; rafe's arm wrapped around your waist, his upturned lips pressing a kiss to the side of your head while your arms were wrapped around him.
"i don't know if you remember this..." rafe cleared his throat, "but on our first date, that street photographer asked to take a picture of us." he let out a small laugh, "it took me weeks but... i finally found the person who took it, and i asked them to send it to me." "rafe... you did all that? for me?" and without missing a beat, he whispered, "of course."
after rafe had clasped the necklace around your neck, you spent the rest of the drive with your lips on his, rafe's hand trailing up your thigh until they met the lace of your panties... but once the car finally stopped, you pulled away from one another, rafe letting out a soft chuckle as he looked at you. "what?" you gasped, "your... lipstick's a little smudged." when you pulled out your pocket mirror and checked yourself out, it turned out that your lipstick wasn't 'a little smudged', it was a wreck, some of it having ended up on your boyfriend.
after spending fifteen minutes fixing your makeup, rafe was stood outside the car door, holding his hand out with a charming smile. you connected your hands with his, your skin tingling with excitement.
"close your eyes." the commanding tone of rafe's voice caused shivers to run down your spine, creating goosebumps all over your skin, and you did as he told you to, closing your eyes as one of his large hands covered your eyes make sure you wouldn't try to peek, allowing rafe to lead you whenever he wished to. you wouldn't normally trust someone to lead you into something blindly, but... with rafe, everything felt... easier. he was someone you were sure you could trust with your life.
"open." rafe said after a moment, and when you opened your eyes, you were faced with decorations all over with your name and age on them, 'happy birthday' banners surrounding you; and within milliseconds, your friends jumped out of their hiding places, wishing you a happy birthday. you saw your best friend, elle press the remote, and the music turned on, people starting to surround you to wish you a happy birthday, your boyfriend moving to stand right behind you with his hands on your hips and his chin resting on your shoulder; he wanted to know that he was there for you, but that you were the center of attention.
you knew that you were ruining your makeup with every hug your friends gave you, mascara running down your cheeks... but you didn't care. because for once, someone did something for you without you having to ask, without expecting something in return.
a few hours had gone by with you dancing, drinking and partying when you tapped rafe's shoulder, softly mumbling to him that you needed some air; he initially thought it meant you wanted to go out alone, but you quietly interlaced your fingers, nodding your head towards the balcony.
you felt the cool night breeze on your skin, rafe wrapping his arms around you without even thinking to shield you from the cold. you smiled, closing your eyes and letting out a contented sigh, melting into his warm embrace. you opened your eyes, turning your head slightly so you could see him, "rafe?"
"yes?"
"i can't believe you did all this for me." your soft words caused rafe to let out an amused huff of air, "of course i did. you're my girlfriend." "yeah, but..." you bit down on your lower lip, trying to find a way to express yourself without your words coming out completely pathetic, "no one's ever made this much of an effort for me." you feel rafe's arms tighten around you as you continue speaking, "not even any of the boyfriends i've had. one of my exes gave me a coupon for 'one free oral' which was just a ripped piece of paper with those words written on it with a sharpie."
"look." rafe cupped your jaw, stroking your soft skin with his thumb, "you're the most amazing woman i've ever met, and i am the luckiest guy in the world to have ended up with someone like you. the guys you were with before me didn't treat you right, but they don't matter anymore. because i want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated."
you let out a small sniffle, and rafe took in a deep breath as if preparing for something, "i..." he cleared his throat, "i... love you."
your eyes widened at rafe's confession; he had never said it to you before, even though he'd told you that he feels that way to you. your vision was clouded with tears, your voice shaky, "you... you love me?"
"i... i do." rafe smiled, his eyes slightly glassy with his own tears. before you could respond to him, rafe leaned down to press his lips on yours, the kiss somehow heated, yet gentle.
one of rafe's hands slid down, drawing circular patterns on the skin of your thigh, electricity buzzing through your veins, his hand starting to slide your skirt up, rafe's finger making contact with your clit through your panties, making you let out a breath into his mouth. rafe's lips detached from yours, starting to move down to your neck.
his hand finally dipped down the waistband of your panties, a gasp leaving your lips as his middle finger found your clit. "rafe..." you mumbled, your hand trailing up into his hair, slightly tugging on it, arching into rafe's chest.
"god, rafe..." you mumble softly, his middle finger and pointer finger trailing down your slit, his thick, ringed thumb teasing your clit as his fingertips circled your entrance, "please..." you whined, tugging on his hair harder.
rafe plunged his thick fingers into your cunt, his thumb drawing circles on your clit. you tugged on the hairs at the back of his neck, rafe letting out a small whimper as you did so.
your gummy walls clenched around rafe's long digits, his thumb pressing down on your clit as he spelled out his own name, each little twitch of his finger somehow managing to drive you crazy.
his fingers kissed your cervix, and you could feel the love he felt for you in every thrust of his hand, in every little word he mumbled or kissed into your neck until the noises around you started disappearing and you knew you were getting close to coming.
"'m gonna..." you mumbled, only for rafe to bring his lips back to yours, shooting static down your spine all the way to your pussy and muting every single word you were about to say as you felt your pussy start clenching around rafe's fingers, your orgasm taking you over, your intense heartbeat the only thing you were able to hear.
and once you finally started coming down from your high, rafe mumbled into your ear the three most important words as if they were a prayer.
👾 summary: you surprise rafe when he comes home by cosplaying his video game crush.
👾 warnings / tags: fluff, smut, MDNI!
👾 author's note: did i cosplay dva once… mayhaps.
PERVERT MASTERLIST 👾 RAFE MASTERLIST
rafe had been away for a week now, having gone to visit his family; that was a week too long to be away from the boy you loved for you. rafe was coming back to college today, and you were ready to surprise him.
free amazon prime for students and 18-22 year-olds came in hand when you got the idea for your surprise, and two days after you'd placed your order, you picked it up from the post office with a pleased smile gracing your lips.
rafe had texted you to let you know that he was almost back at college and that he'd stop by his room and then make his way over to your dormitory; little did he know, you'd spent the last week staying in his room because you'd missed him and being in his room, sleeping in his sheets was the closest thing to actually being with him.
now you were laying in his bed, wearing a costume that was just like the one his video game crush, DVA from overwatch wore, but the costume you had on was… a little bit more... revealing. you had her headphones, and you'd done makeup that was just like hers.
you kicked your feet as you had hay day open on your phone, but as soon as you heard the doorknob start turning, you locked your phone and placed it screen down on rafe's bed, doing your best at mimicking a seductive pose you'd seen on pinterest.
rafe's jaw dropped as soon as he saw you laying on his bed, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth, "nerf this." you said in a high-pitched voice, trying to imitate the video game character, your boyfriend keeling over in laughter.
"you're impossible." rafe mumbled as he made his way to you, kicking the door closed behind him and kicking his shoes off, rafe's lips crashing onto yours, but as soon as the boy pulled away, you grinned up at him, "i play to win." you winked, making him laugh once again.
within minutes, the costume you'd spent twenty dollars on had been dumped into the corner of the room, and the makeup you'd spent an hour on now smudged all over your face as you sunk down on rafe's cock, letting out a lewd moan that filled his dorm room.
"this..." rafe breathed out, "was the best surprise in the world..." he mumbled, snapping the band of your knee-high socks.
"you know what'd be better?" you moaned, bringing your lips to his, "if i actually tried to play the game." you felt rafe's cock twitch inside of you with excitement, making you grin, "i'm guessing you like that idea…" you purred.
"you…" rafe brought his lips to yours, his hand trailing down to your throbbing clit as his hip rutted up to meet your cervix, your back arching as soon as rafe's finger connected with your bundle of nerves, "have no idea."
♡ author's note: inspired by @tinythebunni ‘s request for a reader who wears something skimpy and needs to borrow rafe’s clothes. i hope you like this!! <3 check this if you want to see what she’d wear to a party!
PERV MASTERLIST ♡ RAFE MASTERLIST
"aw, come on rafe!" elijah's voice groaned in rafe's headset, "you suck ass tonight, man. what's the problem?" rafe rolled his eyes as he queued his group for another game, "it's cause his little girlfriend isn't there to support him under the desk." josh snickered.
"shut the hell up, josh." rafe spoke with slight irritation, "at least i have a girlfriend. your longest relationship has been with your right hand." "that's where you're wrong, buddy. i'm a leftie."
they soon started a new game, but when they were halfway through the second round, rafe saw his phone screen start to flash on his desk with an incoming call, the screen displaying your name and a heart after it. rafe was quick to mute his mic and place his headset onto the desk, pressing the green button and putting you on speakerphone as he continued playing. "everything alright?"
"hiiii pumpkin pieeee!" you giggled on the phone, music blasting in the background along with the chatter of other people. rafe chuckled softly; he had known that you'd be going to a party tonight; after all, you'd gotten ready in his room and had tried to convince him to come with you.
"hey, lovebug. i take it you're drunk?" "nooo, i'm just a liiiittle tipsy." you said, and rafe could hear you slurp up a drink and swallow after finishing your sentence, "i'm sure, i'm sure."
"can you come n get me?" you slurred, "'m tired n can't... can't, uh, remember where my dorm is..." "yeah, of course. you're at sigma nu, right?" "mmhm..." "okay, i'll be there in fifteen. go find some water and one of your friends. got it?" "yessir." you snorted, and he hung up the phone and put his headset back on, unmuting himself.
"listen, guys, i'm gonna have to quit." rafe explained as he closed the game mid-match. "what? why the hell?" elijah questioned, "my girl called and asked me to come get her from a party." "damn, i thought it was bros before hoes." josh snarked.
"yeah, well, we're not fifteen anymore. and she's not a hoe, she's my girlfriend. i'll message you guys later." rafe didn't even wait for them to reply, getting off the call and turning off his computer before either boy could utter a syllable. the boy grabbed his things and pulled on his hoodie, quickly rushing out of his dorm.
as soon rafe was outside, he dialed your number, his shoes crunching against the gravel as he walked towards the location of the fraternity you'd told him you were at, but no matter how many rings he waited, you didn't answer.
rafe ran a hand through his sandy hair, hanging up and calling you again. ring, ring, ring, ring, ring... once again, no answer. he bit the inside of his cheek, picking up his pace as he once again tried calling you, to no avail.
once the fraternity house came to view, rafe pocketed his phone, the boom of the bass piercing through his eardrums as soon as he entered the building.
rafe wasn't like you. while you thrived in these environments, huge parties where there were people every corner you turned, floors sticky with booze and other liquids, one sweaty young adult pressing against another, smoke that smelled like cotton candy, music so loud it'd damage anyone's hearing in the long term… rafe had always hated parties.
however rafe's height was an advantage; at 6'2, he was among the tallest at the party, and he hoped it wouldn't be too hard to spot you, his heart beginning to race from worry; what if something had happened to you?
he walked around the living room and even tried calling out your name, but the music booming in the stereos obviously was loud enough to drown out every squeak of his voice, but as he looked around, he didn't seem to spot you.
rafe pulled out his phone and dialed your number once again and kept searching through the living room for anyone who looked familiar, almost unable to hear the rings that signified an outgoing call over the noise of the TOP 50 playlist currently playing.
he went back into the lobby, but just as rafe was about to start really panicking, he saw a familiar figure through the wide archway leading to the kitchen, wearing the same outfit you'd shown off for him in an attempt to convince him to come with you. but his relief was shortlived when he saw the way you were swaying on your feet, the glassiness in your eyes made more pronounced by the fluorescent light above you, rafe's jaw clenching almost out of reflex when he saw the guy chatting you up, his hand on your bare arm. rafe took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen, beelining straight to you.
"are you okay?" rafe leaned down slightly to look into your glassy eyes, tugging the stranger's hand off you in a less-than friendly manner. "hey dude, i was here first. go find some other chick." the stranger scoffed, making rafe straighten up and look at him in irritation, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.
"hey dude, keep your hands off girls who are too drunk to even stand properly. this is my girlfriend." "that's your girlfriend?" the stranger let out something between an incredulous scoff and a snort, while rafe simply ignored him, more worried about you. "buggy, are you okay?" he asked, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"you came." you smiled up at him softly, letting yourself practically crash into your boyfriend's side, "this douche is bothering me..." you mumbled, making rafe chuckle softly as he snaked his arm around you. the other guy simply rolled his eyes and mumbled some insult under his breath as he started walking away. "let's get you home, yeah?" rafe wasn't even sure if you heard what he was saying, but you simply smiled and nodded nonetheless.
rafe's arm was tightly wrapped around you as he led you out of the loud frat house and into the cool night air, starting to walk back towards the dormitories. he was too focused on trying to get you back to the dorms to notice the way your teeth were starting to chatter and the way your skin was forming goosebumps until you let out a quiet mumble, "rafeyyy... 'm cold..."
his eyes widened as he looked down at you, clad only in a top and a miniskirt. rafe sighed as he detached from you, a childish whine leaving your lips, thinking he did it because he didn't want to hold onto you anymore. rafe's t-shirt rode up slightly and his hair got messed up when he took off his snoopy-themed hoodie, turning to you, "lift your arms up, buggy."
you did as he said, and your boyfriend pulled the hoodie onto you, basically having to guide your arms into the arm holes of the hoodie, but when you finally had the hoodie on, rafe let out a small chuckle as he looked you up and down. for some reason, seeing you wearing his clothes always managed to make your boyfriend's heart race like crazy, even if it was something as silly as a snoopy hoodie.
"what's so funny?" you pouted, the hood still over your head, "nothing." he shrugged, wrapping his arm around you once again and starting to lead you towards the dorms, "it's just that... the hoodie is longer than your skirt."
"it's your fault for being freakishly tall, you damn beanstalk." you mumbled as you leaned into him. "or your skirts are freakishly short..." "prude." you stuck your tongue out at him, "acting like you weren't admiring the way i looked in this before i left." rafe felt his cheeks warm at your words, letting out an incredulous scoff as you simply giggled as he continued leading you towards the dormitory.
after about ten minutes of you wobbling and putting most of your weight on the side that was pressed against rafe, the two of you finally arrived at the boys' dormitory, "alright, try and be quiet." rafe said to you, rubbing his hand up and down your hoodie-clad arm. you simply responded by bringing your pointer finger to your lips and hushing, rafe unable to help the small smile on his face from how adorable he found it.
once you got to rafe's room, your boyfriend helped you to his bed where you immediately collapsed onto the mattress, letting out a moan of relief, making rafe feel slightly ashamed for the stirring he felt in his pants. he cleared his throat as he walked to the bed, "baby, you should take your clothes off first." "can't you do it…?" you mumbled, "are you sure?" "'s not the first time you've seen me naked, rafe."
rafe started with your heels, carefully peeling them from your feet, pressing a few kisses on each leg as he removed them. then he moved up onto the bed, lifting the hem of the hoodie as his long fingers slowly pulled down the zipper on your skirt, shimmying the fabric off, slight indents left on your stomach. rafe pressed soft kisses on each of your thighs, soft hums leaving your lips. "lift your arms up, love." he mumbled softly, and you did as he said; at once rafe pulled the hoodie off along with your top, throwing them onto the floor.
rafe trailed warm kisses leading from the waistband of your panties up to the underwire of your bra, before pulling back, "can i take this off?" he asked softly, and you nodded. rafe's hands slowly slid from the front of your bra to the back, until he found the clasp. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding when you felt the clasp come free, allowing rafe to slide the straps down your arms and discard your bra.
rafe's hands softly massaged the indents of the underwire, pulling a sigh of relief from you, "do you want to borrow a shirt from me to sleep in?" he asked softly, but you shook your head and spoke softly, "can we just sleep like this? both of us?"
rafe's cheeks reddened slightly, but he nodded and tugged his shirt off, throwing it amongst your clothing. he then continued on to pull down the waistband of his sweats, kicking them off onto the floor and settling into bed.
you pulled the covers over both your heads with a quiet, mischievous chuckle, looking into his eyes, "does my breath stink?" "like a brewery." rafe said softly, and despite his words, he still brought his lips to yours, your bare chest pressed against his, rafe's hand sliding down to your back.
as he pulled away from the kiss, rafe trailed his finger up and down your spine, goosebumps forming on your sensitive skin. you nuzzled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his chest on your face, the two of you whispering sweet nothings to one another under the blanket, soft, drunken giggles escaping the little bubble you'd created.
"rafe...?" you mumbled quietly, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, "yeah?" he answered, his fingertips still tracing your spine, "thank you for coming to get me..." at your words, rafe let out a quiet huff of a laughter against your shoulder.
"you never need to thank me for something like that. if you call me, i'll come."
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 author's note: requested by @tinythebunni !! i decided to write this about nerd!rafe and perv!reader, i hope you’re cool with that!!
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“oh, fuck off, josh!” rafe exclaimed in annoyance, banging his fists against his desk. he took off his headset, lifting his glasses slightly as his forefinger and thumb going to rub the corners of his eyes, a long breath leaving his lips as he looked to his bed.
you laid there in an almost fetal position, soft snores and mumbles leaving your lips. lately, you’d done nothing but sleep. your preferred place of nesting? rafe’s bed.
“i gotta get off now.” rafe mumbled into the discord call with his friends, ignoring their expressions of disappointment and simply taking his headset off and placing it somewhere on his desk, too enamored by the small smile on your lips as you slept.
rafe pushed you back a bit, the idea that he had to make space for himself on his own bed making him let out a quiet huff of laughter, indistinct mumbles leaving your lips. but eventually, rafe settled down next to you, his arms wrapping around you as you let out a soft hum in your sleep, your body curling and nuzzling into his as if you’d spent your entire life in his arms, as if it was the most comfortable place on earth.
you were woken up by morning light flickering into rafe’s dorm room through his blinds, nuzzling into the warm, strong pair of arms wrapped around your body as the figure holding you let out quiet snores behind you.
you couldn’t help the smile playing on your lips, shuffling around in rafe’s arms that didn’t let up even as you turned to face him, a serene expression on his face. with an impish smile, you started pressing kisses all over your boyfriend’s face.
rafe let out a groan, still half-asleep as you continued attacking him with kisses, mumbling your name in a weak attempt to get you to stop.
“lemme sleep…” rafe mumbled, only for you to giggle and move to straddle his hips. “come on…” he covered his eyes with his arm. you poked his bare chest, starting to tickle him.
“i wanna plaaaayyy.” you say in a sing-songy tone, making rafe snort. he pulled his arm away from his eyes as he looked up at you with an amused smile, “you wanna play?” “yup.”
“alright. let’s play.” rafe said with mirth, but before you could react, he had flipped you onto your back on the bed, making you burst into laughter as he started tickling you, “i’m gonna kiss you now.” rafe announced, still continuing to tickle you.
“noooo!” you laugh, “stinky morning breath!”
“you’ll live.” rafe stated, before bringing his lips down to yours while you were still giggling.
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