hiii!!! i love your writing so much and i was wondering if you made a part 2 to your recent rafe fic/drabble where his gf was feeling lonely and he comes and visits her? maybe bringing her her favorite snacks from obx that aren’t available where she’s at, buys her a new necklace or something so that she’d have a little piece of him wherever she is, and he’s just comforting her the entire time and holding her in his lap cuddling with her and then he doesn’t want her to keep feeling sad so he just takes her out to make her forget all about her friends, only for her friends to see them both out and suddenly they’re going to say hi (most of them have crushes on rafe that’s why)
a/n: of course! hope youre doing well 🤍
the following saturday, you’re curled up on your bed when there’s a soft knock at the door. your heart jumps — no one ever just drops by at uni.
“y/n?” comes rafe’s voice, quiet, cautious.
“rafe?” you whisper, pushing yourself up. you swing the door open and he’s there, arms full of bags, grin tugging at the corners of his mouth like he’s been keeping a secret just for you.
“hey,” he says softly, setting the bags down and stepping inside. “i brought reinforcements.”
he digs one bag out and your eyes widen. “oh my god… you didn’t—”
“i did,” he cuts in, smirking. “obx only, baby. your favorites. couldn’t let you suffer without proper snacks.”
you laugh, a little breathless, reaching out to touch his arm. “you didn’t have t o—”
“oh, i did,” he interrupts, smirking, ducking his forehead to yours. “besides, i wanted to. i couldn’t let you suffer without them.”
you laugh, a little breathless, and he reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “come here,” he murmurs. before you know it, you’re sitting on the bed and he’s pulling you onto his lap, arms wrapped around you, holding you like you’re the most fragile thing in the world.
“i’ve missed you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your temple. “been too long since i could do this.”
you breathe him in, heart melting. “i’ve missed you too.”
he digs in one of the bags and hands you a small box. your fingers tremble as you open it — a delicate necklace, with a charm that reminds you of the beach back home.
“so you’ve got a little piece of me wherever you are,” he says softly. “and if anyone ever makes you feel small or alone… you just look at this, and remember i’ve got you.”
you blink back tears. “rafe…”
“shh,” he murmurs, tightening his hold. “don’t think about it. just let me take care of you for a while.”
later, he pulls you up and drags you out into the warm afternoon, grinning like a kid. “time to make you forget all about everything else,” he says, weaving through campus streets, hand in hand, laughing. he orders hot chocolate from a little shop he swears has the best, and you lean into him with a sigh, the weight of loneliness starting to lift.
then… you freeze.
“y/n? rafe?”
oh no. your friends are there—most of them definitely have crushes on him. your stomach drops.
there’s a beat of silence.
then — “oh my god,” one of them blurts, staring at rafe like she’s just seen a celebrity in the wild. “that’s rafe?”
you want the ground to swallow you whole. rafe, though, barely reacts his hand tightens around yours — subtle, grounding — before he shifts just slightly closer to you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“hey,” he says, calm and easy, giving them a small nod.
they all say hello at once. it’s chaos. questions start flying immediately.
“you didn’t tell us he was visiting—”
“you said he was back home—”
“wait, how long are you here?”
“oh my god, hi—”
you feel your face burn, completely overwhelmed, but before you can even try to respond, rafe steps in. literally. he moves just half a step in front of you, not blocking you off—but shielding you, in that quiet, protective way he has.
his thumb brushes over your knuckles.
“hey,” he says again, a little firmer this time, but still polite. “she didn’t know i was coming either. surprised her.”
there’s something in his tone—gentle, but clear. she’s what matters.
your friends quiet down a bit, exchanging looks.
one of them smiles, softer now. “that’s… actually really cute.”
you let out a small, nervous laugh, glancing up at him and he looks down at you instantly. “you okay?” he murmurs, low enough that only you hear.
you nod, even though your heart’s still racing. “yeah… just—caught off guard.”
“yeah,” he hums, brushing his thumb along your wrist. “i’ve got you.”
always.
another friend pipes up, a little bolder this time. “so… you guys are, like—serious, huh?”
rafe doesn’t hesitate. his arm slips around your shoulders, pulling you into his side like it’s second nature. “yeah,” he says simply.
your breath catches. no jokes. no deflection. just certainty. you definitely notice.
there’s a brief silence again.
“well,” one of them says finally, smiling at you. “we won’t interrupt. we just—had to come say hi.”
another adds, teasing, “and confirm he’s real.”
that earns a quiet huff of amusement from rafe.
“i’m real,” he says dryly.
you elbow him lightly, laughing despite yourself. after a few more quick goodbyes, your "friends" drift off, still whispering to each other, casting glances back.
the second they’re out of earshot, you exhale.
“i’m so sorry,” you mumble, hiding your face in his chest. “that was—so awkward.”
rafe just chuckles softly. his hand slides up to cradle the back of your head, pressing you gently into him. “hey,” he murmurs. “nothing to be sorry for.”
you peek up at him. “you sure?”
“yeah.” his thumb tilts your chin up just enough so you have to meet his eyes. “besides… they were gonna find out eventually.”
you blink. “find out what?”
his lips curve slightly. “that you’re mine.”
your heart does a full, traitorous flip. “rafe—”
“and,” he adds, softer now, brushing his nose lightly against yours, “that i take care of what’s mine.”
there’s no arrogance in it.
“you already are,” you whisper.
“good,” he murmurs.
then he presses a soft kiss to your lips, slow and grounding, like he’s sealing the moment in place. when he pulls back, his forehead rests against yours. “c’mon,” he says gently. “we’ve got a whole day left. not wasting it on people liek that.”
you smile, the earlier heaviness completely gone now. “where to next?”
his grin turns a little mischievous. “anywhere that keeps you smiling like that.”
Nanami is literally addicted to your nipples. Your swollen nipples are what makes him incredibly satisfied. It's as if this is the part he fulfils as your husband. Everyone knows that Nanami is a very family orientated person who has “almost” conservative views (as long as they meet your needs, of course). A man goes to work, brings home money and satisfies his wife. And the woman, on the other hand, she… God, for him, she has already done everything that is necessary and not necessary.
The fire that will always warm his cold body. The light that will break through the darkness in his eyes. The future he so deserves. A family.
He really wants to have a family with you. Like in those propaganda flyers about a large family. A man who can support and love his family. A beautiful wife who is the joy and support of her husband. And children who bathe in this idyll. So seeing you with your round tummy and swollen breasts full of mother's milk was a blessing in disguise for him. Even before you were pregnant, he never left your breasts alone. He always paid the most attention to them during your lovemaking. He lightly bit them, leaving beautiful specks that looked like pink rose petals. He licked them and then breathed his warm breath on them, making them lightly tickle. It was as if he was trying to smell the combination of his saliva and your future milk (which will feed your children in the future, just the thought of it made him cum). And his favourite cherry on top was your nipples. He would bite, pulled in by the cheek, gnaw, tickle the pink bead with the tip of his tongue, lick, suck, pinch, squeeze with his lips, pull. The redder and more swollen they became, the more lustful his gaze became. He couldn't stop himself.
“Mhh…mhh…Ken…please…stop, it's really hard for me down there” - you moaned when your husband had been playing (eating) with your breasts for 20 minutes.
“Now, darling, just give me one more minute, please”-again, like five minutes ago, Nanami repeated his line like a broken record.
“Gods, they are beautiful”,- Kento whispered in a hazy voice, pinching your nipple between two fingers. You could already tell that cumming on your flushed breasts was the greatest pleasure of his life.
“Yes, that's it, this is where it belongs”
He will make sure to check if your nipples are still sensitive and swollen the next morning and throughout the day. For example, in the morning when you put a cup of coffee on the table for him. With a completely casual face, he will pull back the fabric of your robe, run his fingertips over them, feel the softness of your buds, and He will return to breakfast. You may reproach him for such tactless, behaviour, but he will simply reply that he was only checking something that should always be there. He'll also ask you to send him photos of your breasts during his work shift. And don't even think about sending him a repeated old photo, he won't fall for it and will reveal your ridiculous trick in a second. You will have a serious conversation at home. Of course, he has a folder on his phone where he stores all the photos you send him of this kind.
Also, Nanami could never imagine that your breasts could ever get even more beautiful than they are (you're already perfect for him). But, oh gods, something happens to him, when he sees your breast milk-enlarged boobs for the first time. Short circuit and white noise.
He starts buying you the most vulgar bras. Even if he thought some of them were ridiculous and absurd, on your breast they are a work of art. Lying on your breast has doubled in pleasure. Now, during sex, his head is bent almost only over your breast. Watching them sway so smoothly and stay soft, no matter how hard he tried to drive his soul into yours.
“Please, Ken-too, this is too much,”- you whimpered, out of hyperstimulation and incredible sensitivity. You've been bent in a not-so-romantic marriage press. Kento grinds his cock against your soaked walls. You can feel the mixture of your substances sliding down your flushed thighs, and Nanami's balls are beating against them in an ungentle manner. But Kento's hands are not on your hips, but on your soft, firm, sweat-shiny tits. It's a beautiful sight for him. Your reddened, swollen nipples with incredibly sensitive beads from which, under the pressure of his rough hand, a thin trickle of your milk flows out. Fuck, he's getting even harder. He licks off this small amount of substance and starts to literally milk you with his mouth. You try to tear his head away from you, but he doesn't care now, at this moment, you are giving him a real reason to exist.
“Oh, no, no, darling, you have to take care of your tired husband, so feed him like the good hostess you are,”- Nanami replies, as if he were a dog in heat. He takes your nipples in his mouth again and pulls your cheeks in.
“Fuck, darling, you're a fucking goddess, a goddess of prosperity, my goddess, my goddess, my woman….mgh”- the shameless slurps that fly from his lips are mixed with even more obscene sounds of your hips hitting,
“Kento….Kent…if you keep going like this…ah… there will be nothing left for the child.. ah!”- you try to enlighten his mind, whimpering in frustration. In response to your request, you only hear a dark, mocking snort.
“Is my wife going to run out of milk? Pfft, don't be ridiculous. My wife is too kind to let her children starve, is that right?”- he pinched your bead with a sarcastic smile, squeezing a squeaky moan out of you.- “I'm asking again, is that right?”
The only thing you can do is meow meaninglessly and try to remember how to breathe.
“Yes, yes, yes, I will, will, uhh… eh, yes.. yes… Will be good wife…. yours, ahh”
Kento took your chin firmly and hissed directly into your lips: “More precisely”
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You are very compassionate and kind. Warmth flows from you like the light from the sun, making everyone around you feel safe and at ease.
With your kind personality you manage to leave a mark on everyone you meet. You change people for the better just by how you act.
No one feels like they need to hold back when they are with you. You are one of those people you could genuinely just go up to and be friends with them within moments.
You embody the sun itself, your eyes practically glowing with a sense of life and a smile that leaves people awestruck.
Light seems to cling to you like a cloak, sticking to you no matter where you are and causing a cozy glow of positivity and kindness.
No matter where you go people always bask in your presence and beauty, some unable to look away from the warmth you possess.
Even the worst people try to be their best around you, just to keep you by their side.
A/N: this post feels kind of bad so sorry if you don’t like it :(
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