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Overstimulation

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: overstimulation, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, colour system, squirting, subspace

word count: 500 + a/n: reqs are open for florist reader x older!rafe. p.s should i make an anon list?

You were spent, your body near limp in Rafe’s arms as he held the vibrator to your throbbing clit. You weren’t entirely sure how many times he’d made you cum, you’d lost track somewhere between your second and fourth. It felt like the two of you had been like this for hours, and maybe you had. 

Rafe pressed the pink toy harder against your clit, the added pressure causing you to whine while you tried to push his hand away. “Shh,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, your bare back flush with his bare chest as you sat between his parted legs. “You gonna cum again f’me, hm?” The only response you gave him was a lazy nod to which he tutted, “Words, sweetheart. Need you to use your big girl words f’me, can you do that?” 

You could only whine, your muscles going taut as yet another orgasm built in your stomach. Rafe sighed but remained patient, “Can you tell me your colour then? Please, baby.” 

“Green,” you mumbled, eyes falling shut and back arching as he slipped two of his large fingers into your sore cunt. 

“Good girl,” he hummed, curling his fingers. “Gonna cum again f’me?”

“Can’t,” you whined despite the obvious signs your body was showing of you nearing another climax. 

“Just one more,” he encouraged, “cum one more time for daddy.” You didn’t say anything that made sense, your words slurred together. 

“Feels weird,” you cried, feeling more pressure in your stomach than normal. He only hummed in acknowledgment, not letting up. You began to writhe in his hold until you went still, your orgasm hitting you full force.

It took a minute before you came to, the vibrator having been removed from your puffy clit and Rafe’s fingers no longer inside of you. You looked up at Rafe, your eyes glossy and your head clouded over. “There you are,” he spoke gently as he took you in, his glimmering eyes flickering back to the ruined sheets below you. “Made such a mess, sweetheart.” 

You followed his gaze, the sheets soaked with your release. “I did that?” You asked in confusion, not comprehending what’d happened. 

Rafe smiled proudly, “You squirted, baby.” 

Your lips parted and your face went red in embarrassment, “ ‘s that bad, daddy?” Your voice was small and soft. 

“Not at all, ‘s fuckin’ hot” he assured, something you wouldn’t quite place lining his words. “Want you to do it again.” Your eyes went wide at the words, your legs slamming shut. “Not right now,” his voice was deeper than it usually sounded. Was that him or was it because you were spaced out? You didn’t know. “But when your head is feelin’ better,” he paused, looking you in the eyes, “you’re gonna do it for daddy again, aren’t you, baby?”

You swallowed, your breathing growing heavier as you nodded, your overstimulated clit throbbing at the thought. “Good girl,” he purred, “now let’s get you cleaned up and rested, hm? Wanna make y’do that again as soon as I can.” 

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Sex Through The Seasons

masterlist here Rafe x reader

Season 1 Rafe who is honestly kind of inexperienced, he fucks you in missionary, your legs spread to accommodate him, your arms wound around his back, your palms resting on his upper back. His arms lay either side of your head, his face buried in your neck as he ruts into you desperately, probably cumming too soon, finishing before you and whining into your skin as he does. 

Season 1 Rafe who loves it when you give him head but doesn’t eat you out, never having eaten anyone out before, only using his fingers to get you off after he’s already finished so that he can go to sleep.

Season 2 Rafe who’s more experienced now, he will rest his forehead on yours, one of his hands slid under your back to lift your hips as he fucks you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms over his shoulders, fingers tangled into the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moans softly against your lips as his cums in time with you, his free hand rubbing circles timed with his thrusts to get you to finish at the same time as him.

Season 2 Rafe who still loves the way you take him in your mouth, fisting your hair in his hand as his head tips back, his lips parted as he sighs and whines when he grows close to cumming. He fingers you before sex, not specifically to get you off but because he doesn’t rush to get himself off anymore. He’s eaten you out a few times but it’s still a rather rare occurrence. 

Season 3 Rafe who likes to either have you in missionary, your legs hooked over his shoulders as he practically folds you in half or has you bent over the edge of the bed, one hand in your hair, pulling your head up every now and then when he bends down to kiss you, the other hand gripping your hip tightly, his ring cold against your skin. He has you cumming much before him, sometimes managing to have you on your second orgasm as he finishes.

Season 3 Rafe who chooses to eat you out over fingering you and will sometimes slip two of his fingers into you while he sucks on your clit. He still loves when you suck him off, but it doesn’t happen as often and if it does, he prefers to wait to cum with you, rather than in your mouth. 

Season 4 Rafe who doesn’t have a preference, everything is filled with passion no matter where or when you’re doing it, you best believe that the two of you have fucked everywhere possible. When you’re in missionary, he has a hand slid under your waist, holding you close to him, when you’re on top he has a hand on your hip and another on your back, holding you close so your chests are flush. He has you cumming at least twice before he’s finishing, talking you through it and telling you that you can give him another as he slides a hand between the two of you to rub circles on your swollen clit. Even quickies in the bathroom are tender and passion filled, if you’re sat on the counter, he’ll have a hand cupping the back of your head so you don’t get hurt, another holding onto your thigh, his forehead pressed against yours, pressing messy kisses to your parted lips. 

Season 4 Rafe who eats you out like you’re his last meal, often he’ll come home and eat you out until you’re shaking before cleaning you up, getting you water and calling it a night. He savours the times you give him head, something that doesn’t happen as often as it used to because he gets too impatient to get you off, to touch you so he can hear the sounds you make.

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True Form Benefits

True Form Sukuna x reader

warnings: MDNI, its Sukuna, he eats her out with his second mouth, calls her a whore a couple of times

word count: 828 a/n: was looking through fan art earlier and I had a vision, MIMA DONT READ

Since you’d been with Sukuna, there was always one thing you’d wanted to do that you hadn’t had the opportunity to do with him yet. His true form had a lot positive side to it, and this was one you’d always been infatuated by to say the least. You’d spent a while contemplating how to go about asking him to let you do this before realising, he’d probably be just as excited by the idea as you were, maybe even more. You sauntered over to where he sat, his legs spread as he leant back into his throne, two of his four arms resting on the arm rests, the other two tucked behind his head. “What is it?” He said flatly, able to sense your presence despite his eyes being closed, his bare chest peaking through his robes had you biting your lip. 

“ ‘Kuna,” you dragged out the ‘a’ at the end of his name as you grew closer to him. Only to be answered with a simple ‘hm?’ amusement lining his tone despite his apparent indifference. You stopped in front of him, your hands reaching out in front of you to toy with the edges of his robes. “I’ve been thinking…” you started, still dragging out your words as you spoke. 

“Spit it out, woman.” He said, opening one of his eyes to watch you, his lower left arm leaving the arm rest to grip your wait, pulling you to stand in between his legs. 

You cleared your throat, “You know how um, you like when I sit on your face…”

He scoffed, “No, you like that.”

Your face flushed red as if you weren’t about to ask him to eat you out, “Shut up.” He raised his eyebrows at that, looking at you properly now, all his eyes open. His lower right arm also moving to grip onto your waist. “Well, just thought that we could do that but, you know.” You mumbled, flickering your gaze down to his toned stomach where a second mouth resided. 

“I see,” he acknowledged, noting the way your breathing had picked up, your chest rising and falling in time with the heavy breaths that came through your parted lips.

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Later that night, you found him fulfilling exactly what you’d wished. Your legs were placed either side of his midsection, your shins resting on the silk sheets of his lavish bed. His lower arms were gripping onto your thighs, his upper two hands were tight around your hips, rocking you back and forth as you road his stomach. Your head was thrown back, your palms placed on his chest as tears pricked your eyes, loud moans spilling from your lips at every movement, the concept alone of what the two of you were doing had you reader to cum. The tip of his long tongue dipped in and out of you, your cunt a dripping mess, your swollen clit rubbing against his abs just right every time he rolled your hips forward. “ ‘Kuna, ‘m so close.” 

“I bet you are.” His voice was gruff, hands gripping you tighter, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he watched you. “Dirty fucking thing aren’t you, riding my stomach like a whore.” 

“Please please please please,” you muttered under your breath, strands of your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, your cheeks red and hot. 

He chuckled, “So pathetic, don’t know what you’re saying please for, I’m giving you what you wanted aren’t I?” You nodded mindlessly, wanton moans falling from your lips as the pit of pleasure in your stomach increased. 

“So close, ‘m so close,” you whined breathily, your head falling forwards causing your eyes to meet his that held a glint of satisfaction in them as he took in your state. 

“Go on, cum on my stomach like the whore you are,” it was an order, not a request, the sound of his voice, low and full of lust shot straight to your core. You mumbled and nodded, stringing together words senselessly as your thighs shook. You screamed out his name as you came, your nail digging into his chest and breaking through the skin, a pleased groan leaving him. You fell forward as you began to come down from the intense climax, your head leant against his chest. He let you have a moment to recover before his tongue began to move again, your breath hitched and you looked up at him, your eyebrows pulled together.

“You’re gonna give me another one.” You tilted your head to the side tiredly, your eyebrows pulled together as a small moan escaped you. He smirked and reached a hand around you, slipping two of his fingers inside of your warm opening, his tongue focusing on your throbbing clit, “And after that you’re gonna give me another one. Aren’t you?” You nodded, a long string of moans escaping you as you thought about the long night you were in for. 

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rafe and angel having sex in a party bathroom because angel was being so wet and needy so will helps her because it was getting uncomfortable

angel!reader x Rafe

warnings: unprotected sex, semi-public sex, degradation, creampie (I hate that word)

word count: 1.2k +

You weren’t entirely sure how Rafe had convinced you to come to this party, it was something to do with work, or his friends or- you weren’t sure. All you knew was that you couldn’t think straight because you were so, so horny. Rafe’s hand that was placed on your bare upper thigh beneath your skirt, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the sensitive skin there wasn’t helping your situation. 

He was currently engrossed in conversation with someone who’s name you didn’t know nor care about. Rafe could sense your discomfort, could see your constant shifting in the corner of his eyes. You probably thought you were hiding this well, and you were, just not from him. He knew every tell of yours better than he knew himself, and the way your thighs kept clenching together around his hand was nothing innocent. 

Rafe continued to converse, pretending his was unaware of your situation, even as he ‘accidentally’ brushed the tip of his little finger against your clothed clit. You practically jumped out of your seat, your face flushing with the growing discomfort and need that you harboured for him. Your thighs clenched around his hand, holding it in place and you angled your hips up, so his fingers continued to press against your clit. You didn’t see the way Rafe’s eyes darkened, too consumed by the need that was running though you like a wildfire. 

It didn’t take much for him to feel just how wet you were, he’d be surprised if you didn’t leave a wet patch on your seat when you stood up. But he wasn’t done teasing you yet, he wanted to see how long he could drag this out before you broke, before you begged. He was having fun teasing you, his attention fully fixed on the task, though he didn’t look at you long enough to give himself away. 

His brows rose as you rocked your hips against his hand, a barely audible mewl falling from your lips. Not here, he couldn’t let all these people see you like this, hear the pretty sounds you made for him. So, he moved his hand, instead wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closely into his side. 

It was beginning to be unbearable, you were starting to feel really irritable. You just wanted his attention, just wanted him to help you out. “Rafe,” you whispered, but he didn’t answer. Your lips fell into a pout, and you spoke again, a whinier tone to your voice, “Rafey.” Finally, his gaze fell to you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

“Hm?” He feigned ignorance to your issue, his hand rubbing up and down your bicep. 

You could only squirm under his gaze, your discomfort taking over everything. “Need you,” you mumbled.

Rafe angled his head to the side, “What for, angel?”

Your bottom lip jutted out, eyes welling. “Please, Rafey. ‘s uncomfy.” He swallowed, his act dropping as he saw your pure desperation that had driven you to tears. 

“C’mon,” he said as he stood, leading you to the bathroom with a hand on your lower back. 

The door locked behind you both and you gasped as he sat you on the counter, spreading your legs and slotting himself between them. He made fast work of unbuckling his belt, shedding himself of his jeans and boxers before pulling your panties to the side and thrusting into you without warning.

An uncontrollable moan ripped from your throat as he finally gave you what you’d been aching for since you left the house. His thrusts were hard and relentless, his fingers digging into the skin of your thighs. “Shut up,” he practically growled, covering your mouth with his hand, “want everyone to hear what ‘m doin’ to you in here, hm?” You shook your head, the only sounds you were making being muffled by his large hand. 

He scoffed, “Such a slut f’me you couldn’t even wait ‘til we got home, hm?” Your walls clenched around his cock, a curse slipping from his lips as your warm walls swallowed him. “You like that?” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust. “y’like when I tell you that you’re a needy slut f’me, huh?”

You sobbed, nodding into his hand as your walls clenched around him. A cruel chuckle came from Rafe, “So desperate for it, you were gonna use my hand to get y’self off in front of ‘em all.” He pressed his forehead against yours, the both of you lined with a thin sheen of sweat. “But ‘s not your fault, is it angel?” His thrusts slowed. “Just need me to do all the thinking, need me to take care of you and jus’ make you cum, don’t you?” 

You nodded once again, your eyes squeezing shut as he dropped his hand from your mouth to rub quick circles on your clit. His lips met with yours as his thrusts picked up again, the both of you were equally as desperate to cum now. The kiss was all tongue and teeth, messy like the rest of what you were doing. 

It didn’t take much before the attention he was giving to your sensitive clit threw you over the edge. Your loud, wanton moans swallowed by his mouth on yours. His thrusts grew sloppy as your cunt tightened around his cock, his own orgasm triggered by yours. You couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his warm cum shooting into you and filling you up. 

“There we go,” he spoke against your lips, giving you a few more slow thrusts. “Now I’ll be inside you f’the rest of the party, so you don’t get too needy.” You blinked slightly blanky up at him, still coming down from the high of your orgasm. “Awh, angel.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft and sweet like he wasn’t still buried to the hilt inside of your ruined cunt. “ ‘s okay, I’ll do all the talking. You just sit there lookin’ pretty, okay?”

“We’re not going home?” your voice was a little hoarse, you sounded confused and a little sad. 

He could only offer you a tight smile as he pulled out of you, a whine of discontent coming from you at the action. “I know,” he redressed himself and pull your panties to rest on you properly now. “ ‘m sorry, angel. ‘m trying to get a business deal through.”

You gaped at him, looking between the two of you and overthinking what you’d just done, about how you’d pulled him away from something important. He could see it written in your eyes and he shook his head slightly, “Don’t stress, angel.” His lips pressed against your forehead, and he lifted you off of the counter, setting you on the floor again. “Had to take care of my girl, yeah?”

That was all he said before he walked you out the bathroom and back to your warm drinks on the table you’d been sat at, a few knowing looks cast your way as you did. You stayed quiet at Rafe’s side, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt as he spoke. You could feel his warm cum slowly dripping out of you, the only thought getting you through the rest of the party being the way he’d fuck his cum back into you when you got home. 

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older!raf fingering florist!reader with daddy kink?

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: fingering, daddy kink (if you don't like it, don't read it)

word count: 1.2k + a/n: the daddy kink felt like the perfect move for florist and rafe, I hope you like it anon <3

You’d been pestering him all day, but it wasn’t your fault. The shop was closed for the day as you were waiting for more flowers and so Rafe said he would work from home to keep you company. It wasn’t your fault that you were feeling needy, and as your boyfriend, Rafe was supposed to give you attention and tend to you. Your head, fuzzy from the overwhelming ache in your core, wasn’t able to comprehend that he was busy and unable to give you attention. 

In a desperate act, you had gotten into your shared bed to take matter into your own hands. But no matter how much you rubbed your throbbing clit, you couldn’t bring yourself to the edge. It just didn’t feel as good as when Rafe touched you, even when you tried to mimic his actions from memory. You worked yourself to tears, still unable to cum and your clit just sore from your relentless rubbing. 

You got out of bed, clad only in a pair of cotton panties and one of his shirts that fell to the middle of your thighs. His door creaked open, and you stood in the doorway, face flushed and tears running down your cheeks. 

“Oh baby,” he looked up, brows furrowed in concern. He pushed his chair back from the desk to make room for you in his lap, “What’s goin’ on?” You couldn’t help the sob that came out of you as you climbed into his lap, straddling him and hiding your face in his neck. “Oh sweetheart, what happened?” He cooed, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your head, his other falling to your waist. 

“I can’t do it,” you whined, the skin of his neck becoming damp with your tears. 

He pressed a kiss to your temple, “Can’t do what, honey?” 

A frustrated sob ripped out of your throat as you spoke, “Can’t get myself off. Kept trying an’ trying but just can’t do it.” 

He hummed, rubbing your back soothingly. He rocked you back and forth in his lap, well versed in how to calm you down from your tears. “ ‘m gonna finish up and then I’ll help you out, okay?” 

“Want you to help now,” you countered, your breath still catching as you calmed from your sobs. 

But he only shook his head, much to your dismay. “I need to finish this, and then I’ll help you.” The words were firm now, and it had tears rising to your eyes again. 

Your bottom lip trembled, “Please, daddy?” 

Rafe’s heart stopped dead in his chest at the name. He pulled back to look at you properly, his blue eyes gazing into your wide, tear lined eyes. He reached up to smooth your furrowed brows with his thumb and sighed as he properly took in the desperation in your eyes, “Get in bed and I’ll be there in a minute, okay?” 

Eagerly, you nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek before climbing out of his lap, all but running to the bedroom. He took a moment to calm himself, running a hand over his head as he replayed what you’d said in his head. He delayed his meetings for the day until tomorrow and got out of the ones that he wasn’t urgently needed in before he followed you to the bedroom. 

He found you sat on the edge of the bed, eyes wide and hopeful as you looked up at him. He sat down in the middle of the bed, his back against the headboard and his legs spread. “C’mere,” he beckoned, gesturing to his lap. 

He didn’t have to tell you twice as you moved to sit on his lap, but he tutted and positioned you the way he wanted you sat, your back to his chest and your legs spread and resting against his. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” He murmured softly, kissing your cheek as pulled your ruined underwear down your legs and threw it to the side. 

His fingers slowly trailed up the inside of your thigh, one hand resting on your thigh as his other came into contact with your swollen clit. You jolted at the contact, “Oh, baby. Y’so sensitive.” He commented as he started to trace slow circles on your clit. You could only whine, the feeling of his hands finally on you was more overwhelming than you’d thought it would be. “Got yourself really worked up, didn’t you?” 

You only nodded, your body fully melting into his as your mind clouded over now that he was taking care of you. “Please,” you breathed.

“Please, what?” He tried, wanting to hear you say it again. You frowned, not quite grasping what he wanted from you. “Please, what?” He repeated. 

You chewed on your bottom lip, feeling embarrassed that you’d even called him that in the first place. “I don’t know,” you whispered unconvincingly.

“Yes, you do.” He nodded, encouraging you gently. “Please, what?” He asked again as he put more pressure on your clit. 

Your breath hitched, “Please, daddy?” 

A groan of satisfaction ripped from his throat, and he dipped two of his fingers into your opening. He kissed your cheek again, “So smart, baby.” The praise warmed your chest, your blood singing. “You gonna be good f’daddy now?” 

You nodded, “Yes.”

He paused his movements, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned as he began to rub your clit again.

“Good girl,” he hummed, slipping two of his fingers inside you, your neglected cunt clenching around him desperately. Your hips bucked up slightly, back arching as he curled his fingers. He wrapped his free arm around your waist, keeping you pinned against him as he worked you towards the orgasm you so desperately needed at an alarming pace. 

You began to squirm in his hold, your hands wrapping around his wrist as he picked up the speed of his fingers. A cry left your lips, head thrown back onto his shoulder as you tried to get out of his hold, your oncoming orgasm leaving you overwhelmed. Rafe kept his hold on you, focused on the task at hand. “ ‘s okay baby, nearly there and you’re gonna feel better.” 

You could only nod, your toes curling as strings of moans fell from your parted lips. “Daddy, please, I’m –“ you were cut off as you moaned again, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers curled inside of you. 

“I know baby, ‘s okay.” He said, eyes trained on the sight of you clenching around his fingers. “Gonna cum f’me, yeah?” You nodded, your nails digging into the skin of his wrist. “That’s my girl. C’mon, cum for daddy.” 

You cried out, the words alone throwing you over the edge, your legs shaking as your orgasm hit you at full force, filling your body with white hot pleasure. He worked you through it, his fingers moving at a slow pace as you came down from the high. “Too much,” you panted, pushing his hand away. 

He stilled, slowly withdrawing his hand from you, his fingers wet with your release. Rafe brought his fingers to his mouth, cleaning off your juices before speaking, “Feel better now?” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, breathing still heavy and eyes half-lidded. He only nodded, his hands running up and down your legs to help calm you. “You didn’t um, you didn’t think that it was weird? What I called you?”

He shook his head, “ ‘Course not, sweetheart. I liked it.” He assured, shifting his hips to get comfortable, his bulge brushing against your back to show just how much he liked it. 

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Say It's Not Gross

Rafe x angel!reader

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warnings: fingering, oral (f. receiving) word count: 800+

You’d been out in the garden all day, reading in the shade of tree while Rafe was at work, only when you head him calling for you had your realised how lost in the book you’d gotten. The sound of his voice had you instantly straightening, your eyes lighting up as you jumped up, running inside, your book still open and clutched to your chest. 

“Rafe!” you beamed as you found him, sitting in bed, his back against the headboard. 

He hummed, his lips instantly curving up, a smile taking over his face. “Hi angel. How’s my girl?” 

“Good!” You started as you made your way to sit in between his legs, your back against his chest. “I’ve been outside reading all day.” 

“Can see that, angel.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “What’s this one about?” 

“Oh, uhhh,” you shrugged, “it’s about um, just nothing exciting, uh-“ Rafe took the book from your hands, your cheeks instantly flushing red as he took in the words on the page, a knowing smile on his lips. 

“This is what y’get up to while ‘m at work is it?” He whispered into your ear as you stuttered to try and explain, “If you were feelin’ all needy, could’ve just asked me, baby.” 

He placed the book down beside you, one of his hands slipping under your skirt, fingers trailing up and down your thigh as the other rested on your waist. He placed a kiss to the back of your neck, leaning forward to take your earlobe between his teeth. 

A sharp breath escaped you, your hips jolting up slightly as a shiver of pleasure ran down your spine. His hand slid higher, the metal of his ring cool on your thigh as the pads of his finger pressed down on the damp material of your panties. 

A small whine fell from your lips as he pulled the lace material to the side, his bare skin pressing against yours, “There she is,” he hummed into your ear. 

“R-rafe,” you moaned as you pushed yourself up into his touch, need overtaking your mind. 

He shushed you gently, as he wound his other arm around your waist, holding you against him before slowly pushing one of his fingers into you. Your breathing grew shallow as he began to move it, your head falling back to rest against his shoulder. He murmured words of praise as he slipped in a second finger, your walls clenching tightly around him. 

You gripped the arm around your waist, your nails digging into his skin as your mouth fell open, the only sounds leaving you being desperate moans and the slurred sound of his name on your lips. 

“Doin’ so good for me, angel.” He praised, his fingers moving at a steady pace as his thumb began to rub harsh circles on your clit. 

A choked moan escaped you, your eyes falling shut as you focused on the overwhelming pleasure you felt throughout your body. “I love you,” you moaned as your toes curled, your back arching the best it could with Rafe’s arm around your waist holding you still. 

“I love you, angel” he smiled against the skin of your neck, light kisses being pressed on the area. 

Your thighs clenched around his hand as you grew close, you grew tighter around him as you began to squirm in his hold. Your nails dug deeper into his skin, red marks being left in their wake as a white-hot pleasure ran through you, your brain going numb at the feeling of it. 

As you slowly came back to your senses, you could hear Rafe’s voice whispering about how welly you did, his fingers slowly pulling out of you. You watched with blurred vision as he brought his soaked fingers to his lips, sucking them clean as he kept his eyes on you. A glimmer shone in his eyes as he pulled his finger out of his mouth, guiding them to yours. Your mouth instinctively fell open, the tips of his fingers falling past your lips, you tasted yourself and your nose turned up as you pulled away. 

His sound of his laughter filled your ears, the feeling of his chest shaking against your back. You frowned at him, your lips pressing together as your face flushed lightly, watching as he took your fingers back between his lips, making a point to hum as he sucked them clean. 

“So gross,” you shook your head.  

“Gross?” He raised his brows and slipped out from behind you. 

You sat up, a pout falling over your face, “Where’re you going?” 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he placed himself between your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and pulling you close to his face, “Shhh, lay down. Not gonna stop til’, you say it’s not gross.” 

Your eyes went wide and you lay back against the pillows, shifting slightly before biting down on your lip, one of your hands reaching for his as the other gripped the sheets.

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florist!reader and older!rafe's first time having sex together? 🩷

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, praise kink

word count: 1.7k +

It had been plaguing your mind all day, how much you wanted him. You had tried to push the thoughts out of your head, but when you sent him a picture of what you were wearing for him to reply with ‘you look so goddamn pretty, sweetheart’, you were pushed into action and closed the shop early. It would be a few hours before he finished work and you used it to your advantage, making a trip to the shops before going home, bags in hand. 

The sound of his car pulling up had you running down the stairs, careful not to slip on the tiled floor. Anxiously, you waited by the front door, arms behind your back as you swayed in your spot, unable to stand still. You watched him step into the house, pulling your lip between your teeth as you did. 

“Baby, ‘m ho-“ he cut himself off as he saw you, his breath catching in his throat. As if in a trance, he closed and locked the door behind him, his eyes trained on your figure. He drank in the sight of you as he made his way over to you, his steps unhurried as he committed every detail of this to memory. 

Your lips pulled up slightly and you glance down at yourself, clad in a nightgown that showed more that it concealed. It was shorter than your usual ones, the fabric cutting off so that it only just fell past the swell of your ass. He finally reached you, his hands instantly gripping your hips while he continued to look at you, lips parted. “Do you like it?” You mumbled, needing to hear him tell you how you looked. 

“So fucking’ pretty, sweetheart.” He drawled, tightening his hold on your hips ever so slightly. He finally pulled his eyes off of your body, meeting your wide eyes that were desperate for his praise. “You’ve made my whole week,” his eyes flickered to your lip caught between your teeth. He tutted, one of his hands leaving your hips to take cup your cheek, his thumb pulling your lip from your teeth. “Told y’not to do that, didn’t I? Gonna hurt yourself otherwise.” 

You just nodded, whispered a ‘sorry’ under your breath. “Got this for you,” you gestured to the item that barely clothed you.

“Yeah?” He hummed, “ ‘s really nice, thank you, baby.” Your tongue darted out to lick your lips before you leant up to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to press your lips to his. His hand slipped from your face, his arms moving to wind around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. A soft moan left you, the sound swallowed by his mouth on yours. He responded by pulling you closer, his hands slipping down to grip your thighs as he hoisted you up, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist. 

He broke away from the kiss as he carried you up the stairs, making quick work of taking you to the bedroom. You began to suck lightly on his neck, wanting to have as much contact with him as possible. He was gentle as he lay you on the bed, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as you watched him undress. The way he loosened his tie has a small whine leaving you, the sound causing a smirk to tug at his lips. When he was only in his boxers he lay beside you, leaving a trail of kisses along your collar bone to your neck as he moved to hover his body over yours, bracing his weight on his forearms place on either side of your head. 

You parted your legs to accommodate is body between them, his hips pressing down against your own. “Rafe,” you sighed as tilted your neck to give him more access to your skin. 

“Hm?” He didn’t break away, focused on leaving his mark on your skin. Instead of saying anything, you hooked your legs over his hips, pulling him down so that his bulge pressed into you. A moan came from the back of your throat as you rolled your hips up, your clit catching deliciously on his clothed cock. Rafe cursed against your skin, his breath shuddering at the contact with your barely concealed cunt. 

Rafe sat up, leaving you to whine at the loss of contact but he just shushed you as he slowly slid the nightgown off of your body. A groan came from his as he took you in, laid there in nothing but a delicate thong, a visible wet patch on the silky fabric. “You’re killin’ me, look at you,” his hands trailed up your thighs, “ ‘s this all f’me?”

You nodded, a small gasp coming from you as he pinched the inside of your thigh. “Say it,” his voice was soft, but the words were firm. 

“It’s-“ his thumb brushed over your clothed clit, he raised his brows for you to keep speaking. You swallowed thickly, your legs trying to close around his hand, but he kept them pushed apart, “All for you.”

“Yeah?” He brushed his thumb over your thinly covered clit again, putting more pressure on it this time, your hips jerking up at the contact. 

“Yeah,” you breathed. 

He hummed, taking your thighs in his hands and spreading your legs further. He lowered his head and licked a thin stripe up to your clit over your panties. Your fingers threaded through his hair, hips arching as he began to suck on your covered clit. One of his hands left your thighs to press down on your stomach, keeping you pinned to the bed while he used his tongue to put pressure on your clit again, the action causing your toes to curl. It was only when your nails began to dig into his scalp that he stopped, rolling your ruined panties down your legs and throwing them on the floor somewhere. 

He got up on his knees and reached to his nightstand drawer, a condom in his hands but you shook your head, stopping him from opening it. “D’you not want to?” He asked softly, stopping everything. 

“I do,” you assured, your eyes flicking down briefly to the large bulge in his boxers. “I wanna feel you, don’t want that.” You said as you tried to pull the condom from his hands. 

“Baby, I don’t think-“ he started, pausing as he took in your wide, glassy eyes. 

“Please?” His throat bobbed but he nodded, just whispering a small ‘okay’ before he placed the condom back on the nightstand. 

Your breathing was uneven with anticipation as he rid himself of his boxers, your breath catching in your throat at the size of him. He lined himself up with your opening, looking to you for confirmation. Slowly, he pushed just the tip of his cock into you a mewl leaving your lips as he did. “Not gonna fit, Rafey.” 

He shook his head, pushing in by another inch, “ ‘m gonna make it fit.” You pulled him down so that he was closer to you, your perked nipples brushing against his chest. Ever so slowly, he fully sheathed himself inside of you, the both of you gasping in unison at the feeling. 

He was still for a moment, letting you adjust to the size of him as he planted kisses on your cheeks. It was only when you pressed your hips up that he started to move, any thoughts of being gentle and slow flying out of his head at the warmth of your tight walls around him. His thrusts were hard, each one had the tip of his cock bumping your cervix. 

He hiked your legs up, manoeuvring you so he had you in a mating press. The deeper angle had unintelligible strings of sounds that might have been moans, pleas or his name leaving you. Your head was clouded with please as your nails dug into his back, your back arching and pressing your body impossibly closer to his. 

You clenched around him, one of his hands gripping your hips to hold you in place as he relentlessly bullied his cock into you. His grip was tight enough to leave bruises and the thought had you crying around him your nails scratching down his back as pressure built up in your stomach. 

“I know,” he mumbled lovingly as if he wasn’t fucking you within an inch of your life. “Doin’ amazing f’me.” The words had you panting, your toes curling, the pressure in your core becoming unbearable. “Makin’ me feel so good,” he continued, the words bringing you closer to the edge. Rafe’s free hand slid between the two of you and he pressed down on your stomach, groaning as he felt the bulge of his cock there. “Takin’ it so well, sweetheart,” he said as he pressed down on your stomach, a cry leaving your lips as he did. “Bein’ such a good girl f’me.” 

The praise pushed you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you at full force, your thighs shaking around him. You were barely aware of what was going on until you felt Rafe trying to pull out of you, your cunt squeezing around him to keep him inside of you. “Inside,” you whispered hoarsely, “please.” He didn’t argue, didn’t have the time to as you lifted your hips to meet his, the walls of your cunt unbearably tight as you came down from your orgasm, pulling his own from him. 

He swore, thrusting himself into you again as he buried his cum inside of you, painting your walls white with it. The last thing he expected to hear from you was the breathy ‘thank you’ that fell from your lips as he pumped you full of his cum, the words filling his head with all sorts of depraved thoughts. The room was filled with heavy breathing from the two of you as you tried to catch your breath, it was only when he moved to roll off of you and pull out that you spoke, “Stay.”

He shook his head, “Gotta clean you up, sweetheart."

You whined, “Please, jus’ for a little. Wanna feel close to you.” Your words were slightly slurred, eyes half lidded. He couldn’t find it in himself to deny you, so he carefully moved the two of you, so you now lay on his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you leaving you warm and full of him. A satisfied smile was on his face, and he couldn’t help but wonder just how much you’d let him do to you. 

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warnings: MDNI, unprotected sex, choking, subspace word count: 784

A curtain of his long, black hair had formed around the two of you, the pointed tip of his nose digging into your cheek, the sound of his heavy breaths and sighs flooding your ears. One of his arms was planted beside your head, the other sliding along your shoulder to wrap his hand around your throat. He squeezed gently, a loud moan slipped from your lips as your head went light, pleasure shooting down to your core. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, the tip of his cock bullying that spot inside of you, your walls squeezing g around him as your heels dug into his back. 

You bucked your hips up, wanting even more, desperate to feel him deeper inside of you. He hummed, his hand letting go of your throat, a whine of protest leaving you until he grabbed one of your legs to hook it up over his shoulder. A gasp got caught in your throat, “Suguru-”

“Shh, shh,” he hushed, planting a kiss to the side of your mouth, “it’s okay, you can take it.” He took your throat in his hand again, squeezing it harder this time as you threw your head back into the pillows. A groan escaped him as your walls clamped down around him, your gummy walls becoming a vice around his cock. 

The room stank of sweat and sex, the sound of skin slapping echoing off of the walls, the bed frame creaking with each thrust, each one harder than the last. “Suguru,” you cried, your toes curling as your legs began to shake. You reached up to grip his bicep, your nails digging into his skin, “Suguru please, ‘m gonna-fuck, please.” 

“I know,” he mumbled, letting go of your neck to rub tight circles on your clit, his teeth digging into the damp skin of your neck. “It’s okay, y’gonna cum for me aren’t you, pretty?” 

You couldn’t string together your words, instead just letting out mindless sounds, your back arching and your muscles tightening as you came around him, your climax triggering his own as his thrusts grew sloppy and untimed. “Fuck,” he moaned, his hair sticking to both his and your skin, “you feel so good, so good.” Your breath shuddered as you felt him cum, the warmth of it filling you up, he panted into your neck and gave you a few more slower thrusts. 

He moved to pull out, a mix of your fluids slowly dripping from you. “No,” you whined, your brows screwed together, “just, a little bit longer. I wanna be close to you.” It wasn’t rare that you’d say this, you usually got clingy, well clingier, after you’d had sex, there’d been a couple times you’d even gotten all teary eyed when he had left to get water. Since then, he’d grown more prepared, water already on the nightstand, your favourite blanket folded on the chair by the bed and a cloth to clean the two of you up when you would finally let him do so. 

“There we go, it’s alright,” his voice was gentle, a stark contrast to the way he’d been manhandling you not even 5 minutes ago, “just moving us so you’re more comfy, yeah?” You only nodded, letting him turn the two of you over so you were laying on top of him. Your leges on either side of his body, your face buried into his neck, he had a hand in your hair, his fingers slowly combing out the tangles while the two of you caught your breath.

“C’mon,” he still spoke gently, not wanting to startle you while you slowly came fully back to your senses, “drink some water.” He slowly sat the two of you back up, his hand now slowly rubbing up and down your back. He held the glass for you, making you drink some before he finished off the rest. 

He tapped your thigh, helping you off of him so he could reach over to the cloth that he used to slowly wipe between your thighs. Suguru handed you the blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, “Thank you,” you whispered into his chest, nuzzling further into his hold. From his chair at the foot of the bed, Satoru grinned as Suguru finally beckoned him over to the bed. He’d been told by Suguru that he was only allowed to watch the two of you today, a punishment for something you couldn’t even remember. Feeling him press against your back helped to calm you down and bring you properly back to reality, exactly where you belonged, in the arms of the men that you loved more than anyone alive.