rafe loving when you bake for him!
your kitchen is filled with the sweet scent of vanilla and chocolate. you mix batter for cupcakes, frost them with swirls of buttercream, bake a few batches of chewy cookies, chocolate chip, oatmeal raisin, all of rafe’s favorites. you pack them into a basket that’s also filled with brownies and lemon bars, because he deserves it. rafe's been working so hard, and you want to show him you're there, taking care of him.
you head to his house—well, your shared space now, but he's got that big place on figure eight, always working there. when you arrive, the door's cracked open, voices low and tense from inside. barry's there, you recognize his loud voice. you knock lightly, slipping inside with your hands full.
rafe's on the couch, elbows on knees, talking sharp to barry across from him. papers and cash scattered on the coffee table, the room is tense with whatever deal they're working out. barry glances up first, smirking a little. "hey, what's this? delivery service?"
rafe's head snaps toward you, and his expression shifts a little, tension easing just a fraction as he sees the basket. "baby," he says, standing up quick, crossing the room to pull you close. his arms wrap around you, strong and warm, and he presses a kiss to your temple. "you didn't have to."
"you've been working so hard rafey," you whisper, handing him the basket. he peeks inside, eyes lighting up at the treats, and you feel it, that shift in him. his grip on your waist tightens, a low hum in his throat as he grabs a cookie, biting into it right there. chocolate smears on his lip, and he licks it off slow, staring at you like you're the real dessert.
barry chuckles, grabbing a cupcake. "damn, man, you're lucky. these look fire for real." he unwraps it, taking a bite, but rafe's barely paying attention, his free hand sliding down your back, thumb brushing the curve of your ass. you can tell he's already turned on, the way his pupils dilate, breath quickening from the mix of scent of sugar and your effort for him.
"we're almost done here," rafe tells barry, voice a little rough, but his eyes are on you, dark and hungry. barry nods, finishing his cupcake and standing. "yeah, yeah. i'll hit you up later. enjoy your..snacks." he winks at the both of you, heading out, the door clicking shut behind him.
the second your alone, rafe sets the basket down and backs you against the wall, hands roaming your body like he can't wait. "fuck, you know what this shit does to me," he growls, mouth crashing into yours. his tongue dives in, and you moan softly as his fingers dig into your hips. he's hard already, pressing against your thigh, turned on from the baking, from you showing up like this, all sweet and thoughtful. it does shit to him.
he drops to his knees, yanking your shorts and panties down in one rough pull, exposing your pussy to the cool air. "gonna make you feel good, baby," he says, voice husky, eyes locked on your perfect folds. his hands spread your thighs wide, thumbs parting you open, and then his mouth is on you, hot, wet, and delicious.
rafe's tongue laps at your clit, firm strokes that make your knees buckle. you gasp, fingers pulling at his hair, holding on as he sucks, lips sealing around the sensitive nub. "rafe! oh my—” you moan, hips bucking against his face. he groans into you, the vibration sending sparks into you, and he dives deeper, tongue thrusting inside your entrance, fucking you with it slow and deep.
your moans spill out louder, completely desperate. he licks stripes from your hole to your clit, then circles the swollen pearl, sucking hard enough to make stars burst behind your eyes. "that's it, make those pretty noises for me baby," he murmurs against your skin, one hand sliding up to pinch your nipple through your top, the other fingers pushing two inside you, curling to hit that special spot.
you cry out, walls clenching around his digits as he pumps them, tongue flicking relentlessly. pleasure builds fast, coiling tight in your lower belly, and you keep moaning, making needy sounds that echo in the room. rafe doesn't let up, eating you out like he's a starved man, lips and tongue sloppy with your arousal. "cum on my face, baby," he demands, and you shatter, thighs trembling, moans getting louder as you release, your body shaking.
he laps you through it, gentle now, until you're spent, sliding up to kiss you deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. "best treat you ever brought me," he whispers, smirking against your lips.
