♡ cw: female reader, no use of y/n, fingering in public, choking if u squint
if i missed anything lmk!
smut 18+, mdni
♡ request: yes!
── .✦ "careful, might start to think you actually want me"
♡ wc: 1.2k
Rafe had already told you to go home. Instead, you followed him onto the dock.
"Fuck," he runs his hand over his buzzed head.
Then he turns to you, low and calculated. "I said go home."
You stand with your back casually leaning against a thick, wooden post. Splinters poke into your t-shirt.
"No."
Rafe moves swiftly towards you. "Go home," he emphasizes, one last time.
"I'm not leaving."
Rafe takes a slow step forward. It's deliberate this time, not sudden. The heat radiating off of him makes your pulse skip.
You take notice of the way his jaw flexes as he grits his teeth together before your gaze falls to his fingers as he flexes them.
“Careful,” he says, voice low. “Might start to think you actually want me.” He’s close enough now that you can feel the warmth of him.
You don't move away, looking up at him through your lashes. The gaze is steady, letting a hint of challenge linger.
“And what if I do?”
Rafe lets out a bitter laugh before he goes still, his eyes flick to your lips before meeting your eyes again.
Without hesitation, his hand comes up to cup your cheek. His thumb brushes just beneath your eye, firm and deliberate. A rough exhale escapes him before his fingers start to drop, tracing the curve of your neck before resting there, claiming the space between you.
“You have no idea what you’re saying, sweetheart.”
His head twitches to the left. Your gaze stays locked on his, unflinching.
"I know exactly what I'm saying," you whisper, letting the words hang.
Once the words register, Rafe's grip tightens just slightly around your neck, the skin beneath his fingers lightening. His other hand slides to your lower back, pressing you closer and drawing you into his space. His breath is shallow, rough.
Your bodies are pressed together now, and you release a small breath from your chest. The hand that was once pressed against your back now travels to the front of you, resting along the hemline of your skirt.
Rafe's eyes bore into you, eyes flickering at the rise and fall of your chest. His pupils are dilated, and his lips parted, as his hands still rest around your neck, pressing into your pulse.
He can feel it quicken under his fingertips as he moves his free hand lower, his fingers find the space in between your legs, sliding underneath the gentle fabric. His digits dance along the skin of your inner thigh, causing your breath to tremble.
He watches you carefully as your eyes grow a little wider, your hips gravitating towards him like a magnet. His fingers flex around your neck at this movement, causing your jaw to go slack before slightly loosening his grip. The corner of his mouth twitches upward at your response as his fingers trail along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
"We… shouldn't," you argue, half-heartedly. You look at the dimly lit surroundings. "People could-'
He cuts you off.
"Let them," he murmured. His voice was like velvet.
Your breath hitches as he drags his fingers up your thigh to land on the soft cotton of your damp underwear, only making clear how badly you've been craving his touch. His grin turns dangerous at this realization, pausing before he presses in just slightly. Another soft breath escapes your lips.
Rafe hums in approval as he ducks down to press his forehead up against yours now.
"You want me to stop?"
Rafe's fingers press into the cotton a little more, winning a soft whimper from you. You shake your head. He looks at you intently, tongue in cheek, while his hand travels up from your neck, his thumb grazing along your bottom lip and moving to cup your face. His grip is rougher now.
"Use your words," his voice is a hoarse whisper.
"Don't stop," you inhale.
His fingers twitch at your confirmation, sliding his hand beneath the fabric of your underwear. The calloused pads of his fingers graze slightly over your sensitive skin. Another soft breath leaves your chest as his fingers find themselves between your folds, his tongue rolls over his bottom lip, and his gaze is still locked on yours. They rest there for a moment, not moving.
Your hips shift just a fraction, desperate for movement. He tuts, pulling his fingers out.
"Rafe," your voice is breathy at the loss of his touch.
He tilts his head forward a little, pausing as your lips barely touch each other. Every breath you take is another's, and you start to feel dizzy with want.
"Please," you whimper.
Hearing you beg causes his mouth to turn up into a smirk. His fingers slip into your slick again. You shudder, knees trembling beneath you. His free hand is still tight around your face.
His fingers press firmer, earning a breathy moan from you. He starts to draw lazy circles around your clit, watching your flushed face as he works you. Your eyes land on his face, coated in a thin sheen of sweat.
Rafe's eyes are dark, and you can feel his hot breath over your lips. "You sound so fucking pretty, sweetheart." His voice is low and gravelly.
His hand moves back down to your neck, squeezing it. You can hear static in your ears as your vision starts to blur, pleasure building up inside you and threatening to overflow. Each lazy circle drawn by Rafe ties the knot in your stomach tighter.
Rafe closes the distance between the two of you, brushing his lips against yours before rolling his tongue over yours. He groans into your mouth, sending a vibration through your chest, landing square in your core.
Electricity flows through your veins. Your head starts to buzz as pleasure ripples through you, gasping for air.
Rafe pulls away, watching intently as your lashes flutter and your head tips back, another soft moan leaving your body as you're on the verge of coming apart beneath him.
His hand moves, plunging two fingers inside of you, curling them ever so slightly. The chill from his metal rings are a welcome sensation, ridges pushing against your walls. He ducks his head down, teeth grazing your slack jaw as he fucks you with his fingers.
The rise and fall of your chest is no longer rhythmic, as the flush travels from your cheeks up to your ears and down to your chest.
"R-Rafe I-" you stutter out, legs starting to vibrate.
Rafe growls low at the sound of his name on your pretty lips. The fingers around your neck dig into your skin as his body tenses, trying to hold himself back.
"Say it again," he demands, voice rough. His middle and index fingers are deep inside you as the heel of his hand grazes your swollen clit. Each small brush causes your hips to jerk forward, sending shockwaves through your body. His fingers work faster as your back arches towards him, your full body coils as his name spills from your lips with a mix of obscenities.
Fire pools in your abdomen as your walls clench around Rafe's fingers, knees buckling beneath you. Rafe holds you up, his hand falling from your neck to your waist. His lips crush against yours, working you through your high as your body trembles in his grasp.
He pulls his hand out from under your skirt. Your hands are gripping his shoulders as he stares down at you. He takes in your flushed cheeks and your dazed expression before he swoops down again, his lips capturing yours in another kiss.
Rafe's grip on you tightens as he deepens the kiss, swallowing every whimper you make.
When he finally pulls back, his lips are just hovering over yours - his breath is hot and uneven. "Fucking perfect," he murmurs, voice wrecked, before dragging you back in for more.
♡ a/n: still at the v beginning of my smut writing journey [if that’s what we wanna call it] so feedback is appreciated! did my best, hope you like xo
back in 2020 i had no idea that these people were going to change my life with a silly little boat show. they mean everything to me. thank u obx!❤️ i cant wait to see what season 5 will bring us! P4L🌊
