thinking about how i just knooooww rafe doesn’t give a single fuck if people can hear you two banging in his room. it’s the evening and sarah and the pogues all just got back inside from swimming. they’re hot and tired and decide to hang in the living room until they’re cooled off. meanwhile you’re upstairs in rafe’s room, in missionary with your leg thrown over his shoulder and he’s going crazyyy. you actually have respect for the people downstairs so you’re trying to stay quiet (and failing) but honestly, the headboard hitting the wall continuously is proof enough that you’re fucking. rafe is just so uncaring and selfish about it tho. he’s going so hard you’re almost convinced he likes that other people can hear you. sarah is fed up with it (obviously not her first time hearing you guys) so she goes to knock on rafes door. he ignores the first couple of knocks, still thrusting inside of you because he’s determined to make you come. but you can’t even orgasm now knowing there’s people listening. you tell rafe that. rafe can’t have that. so he stops fucking you, throws on some boxers and open his door to find a very annoyed sarah standing there. “everyone can hear you two, you know?” she eventually says and rafe is standing there like…tell me something i don’t already know? your face is hot from embarrassment. rafe finally just says “ok..?” to her. like, now what? and sarah just rolls her eyes and scoffs, eventually stomping away out of defeat. rafe shuts his door and removes his boxers once again. he gets back on the bed and lines himself up with your entrance again. “we have to be quiet, rafe.” you tell him. and he just gives you that cocky little smirk in return. “no, you have to be quiet.” is all he says while sliding his tip between your slit.
soon he’s thrusting into you again like he’d never stopped and like before, you’re trying to suppress your moans and failing miserably
