Rafe is famous with the women, and tutor!reader* finally gets jealous *you're not obligated to read Tutor to read this, but it does offer context on their relationship and who Patty is (her bestie) :)
Words: +7.2k Warnings: Fem!Reader. Reader, as always, cries easily. Jealousy. Rafe is an ass and teases the hell out of you. SMUT {piv, pillow princess treatment (as always), drunk sex, makeup sex, a bit rough if you squint, oral sex (fem receiving)}. Lots of alcohol consumption. Mention of uni life (classes, professors, sororities).
Rafe has always been the one to get jealous in the relationship. It's not like it's all the time. Just at some parties on the island, when a guy wouldn't really know about the two of you. Or maybe now at uni, since no one really knows you two, in a class or wherever. You, on the other hand... Rafe honestly just doesn't believe that you are capable of producing such a reaction.
Women have spoken to him at parties, maybe even flirted before a class. But Rafe would always be the one moving closer to you so that the girls would get it. And they always would. And they would always be respectful to say a little sorry before they go.
Rafe just thought it just wasn't in your nature. Your body was just incapable of producing such a ridiculous thing.
Until this week.
The new semester has started, which means new seminars, new professors, and new classmates. And that also meant you and Rafe finally had a class together. Though it was on one of the biggest auditoriums, but you had looked forward to that class because that meant knowing someone. You were tired of having to recognize new faces and new names all over again. Even if that meant dealing with Rafe's routine of just scrolling through his phone and only taking notes of the date during class.
On the first day back to class, Rafe texted you to let you know he was running a little late but would be there in time for class. So, when the classroom was open, you and a few more students made your way inside before the professor. You looked around the auditorium, thinking of where, exactly, Rafe would like to sit. And in the back and by the sides sounded like him.
Minutes passed, and the auditorium began to fill up. You anxiously sat as the seats around you became occupied, always looking at the clock to make sure you wouldn't have to say 'yes, sorry' to another person who asked you if the seat was taken.
Once Rafe finally made his appearance, so did a few more students, since the professor was walking right behind him. Everyone from this last group scurried away to look for a seat, and right as Rafe was 3 steps down from you, a girl sat beside you.
"Sorry, but this seat's ta-" You begin, but are quickly interrupted.
"Please sit down, everyone. I'm already late, and we have a lot to do!" The professor says as soon as he's sitting by his microphone.
The girl in question looks at you with worried eyes, but Rafe gestures you that he'll sit just a few seats down. You force down your disappointment and accept the apologies from the girl.
You watch as Rafe excuses himself through a few people and finally takes his seat. He's sat between two girls, one of whom eyes him up and down as he takes his seat. You study them silently, and, as expected, the girl smiles at him and holds out her hand as an introduction.
The professor's PowerPoint illuminates the wall behind him, and his voice soon fills the room. You look away from Rafe and the new girl hesitatingly and begin to write down the title of the seminar in your notebook.
An hour goes by, and your note-taking abruptly pauses. The two figures have been moving in the corner of your eye for too long, and you've found yourself too curious to not look at them. Countless notes have been lost in the midst of your curiosity, but the girl's enthusiasm has seemed to only intensify with time.
You can't really see Rafe's face, nor most of his movements, but you can see hers and how he turns his head to face her multiple times. She shines her perfect smile at him every time, letting her long blonde hair slide off her naked shoulder, which so happens to be facing him. She whispers at him low enough that you cannot hear a thing, rows away, but your obliviousness to what Rafe could be doing or saying makes your heart pull at every string.
You're able to snap out of it multiple times. You trust Rafe, and he has never given you any reason to be fearful of something as dumb as cheating. But, still, something burns at the bottom of your stomach. It is similar to anxiety, but it crawls in and clings to your chest.
Hours pass, and the seminar draws to a close. In the midst of your packing, the girl beside you apologizes once more for taking the seat and offers you her notes as an extension of her apology. You wish you were in a better mood so you could truly thank her for her generosity, but you do try your best. At least she was able to walk out with a lighter chest.
You finished packing and moved out of the way so other people could walk their way out of the auditorium to their next class. You check the time, as your other class was supposed to start in just a few minutes. And as you go down the steps, you see Rafe already packed and standing, but still listening to the blonde girl. He doesn't notice you as multiple people walk around them to get out of the row of seats, but the girl does see you. But she never stops talking.
You don't blame her, right away. You don't have anything on your face that would make it clear you were waiting for your boyfriend. Or even that Rafe was that boyfriend.
You check the time again and sigh out a sad breath. You've gotten better at not crying with every single frustrating thing in your life, but you still have to work on how much you let it eat at you.
And that's when you decide to not wait for Rafe and just walk to your class by yourself.
Rafe doesn't notice you leaving, not until the class seems to clear out and he doesn't find you in your seat. He texts you right away, but all he gets as a response is a quick "Sorry, had a class on the other side of the building in 5."
"Everything okay?" The girl asks him as they walk out of the auditorium, accidentally (on his part) side by side.
"Yeah, just didn't see my girlfriend leave the room." He says as he frowns down at his screen.
Rafe doesn't notice it, but the girl beside him doesn't seem to be spooked by the word 'girlfriend', like other girls had done in interactions with him. But he wasn't expecting her to. After all, they had only spoken a bit during the class, as Rafe really couldn't have made it clearer that he was not one to befriend for notes. But the girl didn't seem to mind, as she seemed to like a friend anyways.
(...)
Later, Rafe waited for you to be done with the class to pick you up, and quickly noticed how upset you seemed. You blamed it on being tired, so he let it go. But he kept an eye on you.
By the time you had the second class of that same seminar at the end of the week, Rafe made sure to get there on time. You two were going out for lunch after, so it only made sense. Your mood has risen back to its usual optimism, and Rafe couldn't be more relieved about it.
Inside the auditorium, you let him choose the seats and take a careful look around the room. When you sit, you look over at Rafe, but you already find him looking at you.
"What?" You ask him, with your voice soft.
"Nothing." He assures you.
You give him a look, which makes his lips slit into a smile, and you continue pulling out your things to prepare for class. As you're with your pen in hand, you open your mouth to say something to Rafe, but the air stops before it reaches your vocal cords.
"Can I sit here?" A voice asks, following the movement you had seen in the corner of your eye.
Your eyes lift to find exactly who you had wished to have missed class, the blonde girl from before. Rafe looks to his right when he notices the question was for him, and you watch him say a quiet "Sure."
The girl looks at you two for a second and then smiles as she takes her seat beside Rafe. You look away to spare yourself from your overthinking, as you can very much over-analyze the girl and her every action. The professor announces his entrance loudly into the class, letting the acoustics of the room carry his voice to every seat without exception.
You write down the date, and the class soon begins.
As the hours go by, Rafe watches as your mood sours in real time. It might take him a bit to realize why it does, but it becomes too obvious not to notice. The girl beside him would sometimes scootch another inch closer to him, or excuse herself, in a whisper, for having grazed his arm as she took notes. Every single interaction just made your note-taking pause for a second before aggressively continuing.
The class was too long for Rafe to not feel it pull at his heart to reassure you that everything was okay, either by letting his arm, which eventually leaned on the back of your chair, touch you and bring you comfort, or simply by trying to tease you over something else when he was bored.
Still... a small voice in his brain still made him want to grin at the scene. You were jealous. You, for the first time in your life, were jealous. And of a girl that Rafe is sure he has barely looked at.
Though maybe a bit cruel, Rafe did enjoy the feeling that those thoughts brought him. Yes, you were obviously annoyed and upset, but he knew, just like you had known when he was jealous, that it was just dumb. As if he would choose anyone over you.
And he does notice that, as you've never liked confrontation or any sort of argument, you prefer to suffer in silence, and in the midst of your notes, than put your foot down and make the girl move seats. A characteristic of your temper that is so consistently yours that Rafe can't even let his mind wander on if you ever would.
As class nears its end, and after many more attempts at conversation or more apologies from the girl, Rafe did notice that your note-taking outright stopped, and you simply leaned on the back of your chair and into his arm. His hand slides over your arm, but that doesn't make you look up at him.
You sit there in silence until class ends, and only move when it's time to pack up your things. Rafe, with nothing to pack, just stood from his chair to stretch his legs. But so did the girl.
She grabs Rafe's forearm before she speaks, "Are you going to the party tonight?"
You and Rafe look down at her hand on his arm and back at her. "What party?" he asks.
As the girl excitedly starts laying out the details, you force yourself to zone out and finish packing up. With your bag over your shoulder, Rafe snaps you back into reality by laying his warm hand over your head, sliding from the top to the back of your neck as he says, "We'll go, right, baby?" with his flirtatious smile.
"Sure," you tell them with a short and hesitant smile.
Rafe looks back at the girl, who stares back at you as if in a silent dare, and he digs his fingers in your hair to give you a reassuring touch. "We'll have fun," he says to clear the air, and you give him a short smile again.
Sure.
(...)
Thankfully, Patty's presence blessed your dorm as soon as you texted her about the party, and, with one look at your face, she had forced you to spill every bit of information that had made you hesitate every step to get ready for tonight.
Patty sat down and heard it all. To your surprise, she doesn't get angry as she usually does when Rafe does something wrong. She just listens.
"What are you scared of, exactly?" She asked when you finished, but you didn't know what to say. "That Rafe will cheat on you? Leave you?"
You knew, deep down, that Rafe would never do that.
"No," You told her.
"Than what?" Patty asks as if she's leading you to say the most obvious thing in the world.
But you just don't understand what.
"Rafe would never do that to you," She assures you, "I know it, and you know it. But a girl comes along, who I'm sure already knows that Rafe is dating you, and thinks she can do everything-"
"How would she know? Maybe she doesn't know." You naively and dumbly say, which grants you a glare.
"Do we live in medieval times, or do we have access to public social media where your relationship is openly posted on?" She asks you in an aggressive tone that just makes you chuckle, "And that is if Rafe himself hasn't already made it clear, which, let's be honest, he definitely did."
"So, what do I do? Just let it-"
"What?! No!" Patty almost screams, making you smile, "You get off your ass and make that girl leave your boyfriend alone. She obviously hasn't gotten the message like a normal person, so make it clearer to her that he's taken." She emphasizes the word aggressively, making you look away, "I'm not saying that you should fight her, babe - though you could... But make her see that Rafe is not up for grabs."
(...)
Easier said than done.
Sure, Patty did give you the confidence to put your foot down, and you get ready. In theory. In theory, you already knew what to say and do. But when the party came, everything felt too big for you. And that's why Patty gave you alcohol. Maybe too much alcohol.
You truly didn't see much harm at first, and Patty did know how to make a drink. Overall, it took you too long to notice that the damage had already been done with the previous cup, let alone with the one in your hand. With just a gulp to go.
Patty kept an eye on you even when you decided to be the one to leave her side. Neither of you had yet found Rafe or any of his new friends, so you found yourself in the company of just-as-drunk sorority girls. She watched as you squealed in excitement every time one of the girls would mention an auditorial class that you both have, which would only lead to your natural response to declare friendship for life.
Either way, she let you have your fun while she had hers, too. And that's when she lost you.
Patty didn't panic because the sorority girls also had seemingly disappeared, which probably only meant that you had moved to dance or get another drink. So she decides to just text you to see if you're alive, and you answer quickly with a 'yed'.
Good enough.
Minutes later, Rafe spotted you. He had entered the house party with some of his friends behind him, knowing from Patty's text that you two had come earlier than planned. He did not expect you to have already started drinking, but he couldn't help but smile behind his beer as he saw you dance with a group of girls he had never seen, looking like you're living your best day on earth.
You're wearing a short, light blue satin dress, glued to your torso, but flowing with your movements as it rests just below your ass. You have a white cardigan in your hand, probably from growing hot with all the jumping and singing - or screaming - of the lyrics.
Rafe went unnoticed by you for quite a bit. In fact, you had stopped looking for him ever since a single song you knew the lyrics to started. And, maybe after 7 songs later, the girls did want to grab drinks, so you walked with them out of Rafe's field of view.
The kitchen was full of people, but the girls did open a way and made it easier to walk through everyone as they loudly exclaimed their 'excuse me'. As you take another shot with them, Patty found Rafe with his friends.
"Have you seen her yet?" She asks before a proper hello.
"Yeah, she hasn't seen me, though," Rafe says behind his beer before taking a swig.
Patty chuckles, thinking back on your behavior before walking away, which does make it more apparent why you've forgotten your mission for the night.
As Patty goes to open her mouth to speak, a hand wraps around Rafe's shoulder in an attempt to turn him around. Rafe does, but he does not find you.
"Hi!" The blonde loudly exclaims as he faces her. "You came!"
Patty looks at the girl, and it instantly clicks. She watches as Rafe does small talk with the girl, but his friends steal his attention a few times during their conversation. The girl, with this, looks at Patty and smiles brightly as well, "Hi to you too. Did you come with him?"
Just as Patty opens her mouth to speak again, she is interrupted with a drunk girl stumbling into her. With a giggle, the girl holds onto her as she calls out her name, and Patty can't help but laugh at you. The drunken girl who is just so happy to see her at a party, while totally forgetting that you came in together.
"Hey there, drunk girl, having fun?" She asks you, granting herself a nod. "Where did your friends go?"
"Bathroom." You hiccup.
"Have you seen Rafe yet?" Patty tests you, watching as you are obviously unaware of the man just behind you. "No?" She confirms as you shake your head sadly, "Are you sure?" Rafe smiles behind you as he catches on to the conversation.
Patty grabs onto your waist and turns you around. You almost stumble, but then a loud gasp escapes your lips. Your handsome boyfriend, right in front of you. You squeal in drunken excitement, and Rafe smiles as you reach up your arms to his face. He lets you caress his cheek and then pull him into a hug.
Rafe wraps his vacant arm around you to hold you against his side. He looks down at you as you begin to speak, glistening under the house's dim lights with a sheen of sweat from dancing. He smiles down at your mouth, and you plant a kiss on his lips.
You separate from him in a gasp, "My jacket."
Patty laughs behind you, and you turn to face her. "Do you want me to look for it?"
"You would do that for me?" You ask with glistening eyes.
Rafe's chest vibrates behind you in a chuckle, and Patty smiles at you in response before walking toward the kitchen.
As you go to turn back to Rafe, your hand runs up his arm in familiarity, and then your eyes stop on someone. A girl just beside you. You frown in thought as you think back on who she is, and then the thoughts and heavy heart come back as a reminder.
She looks through the dance floor, avoiding your eye, and Rafe's voice snaps her back, even when he's just talking to his friends. Her eyes fall on you right after, and you stare at one another for a bit. You open your mouth to drunkenly ask for her name at an attempt at a friendly introduction, but her voice stops you.
"'m going to get a drink. Want me to get you another beer?"
But the question wasn't to you. Her eyes are on Rafe, who stopped mid-sentence to look at her, and says, "Sure, thanks."
You, drunk as you are, openly frown at her, and she walks away toward the kitchen. You finish turning over to Rafe, who looks down at you, and you continue to frown. "Why did you want her to get you a beer?" You ask him, making him look down at you.
"Because she offered." He says, but your frown only worsens.
"Are you going to accept anything she offers you?" You ask him, and Rafe can't even hide his shock at your tone with him. Never in a million years had he seen this coming.
His silence only makes you take a step away from him, out of his reach, and Rafe watches you do it. Your anger is so out of character that Rafe almost looks at his friends for help, but they sense the tension too. They excuse themselves to both of you to go outside to smoke.
"Well, are you?" You ask him again.
Rafe chuckles down at you, entertained. He puts down his nearly finished beer beside him and tries to reach for you. But you move away.
"Rafe." You turn your head in emphasis as you call out to him to answer you.
"Are you really asking me that?" He asks you over the loud music.
You don't answer.
"No, baby." He says with a smile, which only seems to sour your mood even more. "I am not going to accept anything else from her."
"Anything else...?" Even the tips of your fingers seem to sting in anger, "So you're accepting the beer that she obviously went out of her way of to get you, and only you?"
Rafe really cannot hold it together, for he fights for his life to not just laugh out of pure shock. He didn't even think you were capable of being mad at him anymore.
Your conversation is cut short with both Patty and the girl coming back at the same time. You look away from Rafe and offer Patty a short, uncharacteristic smile in thanks for the jacket. She looks between the two of you right away, and Rafe grabs the beer from the blonde's hands.
"I'm going to get some air." You tell Patty.
Patty stares at you as you walk away, and she turns to face the man behind her. He looks away from you and then over at Patty with his mouth open. Speechless. Patty's look is as clear as day to mean "What the fuck did you say to her?", but Rafe cannot bring himself to speak.
It takes him a bit to figure out what the hell is going on. But Rafe only really starts moving when he sees you step out of the house.
He puts down his drink, gaining the girl's attention, and as she reaches for him and worryingly asks, "Is everything okay?", Rafe simply squeezes past her to follow you out.
Outside, you slide your arms through the cardigan's sleeves and cover your torso from the chill in the wind. You walk through the groups of people, smoking and talking, on the wrap-around porch, excusing yourself to a more secluded area. Once you find it, you lean back on the wall and sigh to yourself.
You pull your phone out of your pocket and try to entertain yourself while the cold sets in.
"Baby," You hear from in front of you, and you look up to find Rafe looking at you.
You lock your phone and put it back in your pocket, still holding your jacket close to you. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Rafe"
"Why?" He asks as walks closer to you, still leaving a space between the two of you.
"Because you're really getting on my nerves, and I don't want to fight with you." You tell him sincerely.
"I am?" He asks, and you nod. He smiles, and you know he's getting ready to tease you. You know that smile - have known it for so long. It flips your stomach around and makes your heart warm, but you're really not in the mood. "Over a beer?"
"It's obviously more than a beer," You start, but he doesn't seem to get it yet. "Rafe, I'm serious."
"So am I, baby. Always." He takes a step closer, closing the space between the two of you. "Just tell me what's wrong." His warm hands find your waist.
"You're smiling," You tell him, "You'll laugh in my face."
"Never."
You huff out a breath and let your head fall back to the wall. Rafe gets even closer to you, and his warmth shields you from the wind. You look away from him to the people around you.
The closest group is a good distance away from you, and the music is muffled by all the sliding doors around you being closed. You're by yourselves, basically. No one but him will hear you.
"I don't like how..." You start, grabbing Rafe's attention again, smile-less. "I don't like that you let her get close to you all the time. Or talk to you like she knows you... I really don't."
The silence between you two sets, and Rafe's thumbs smooth over the satin of your dress, offering you comfort. You two stand in the silence for a little bit, giving yourself a bit to breathe and to make sure nothing is being left unsaid. You look at his face, which you always seem to love to death, but your heart still feels heavy.
"I didn't think you were capable of jealousy." Rafe comments, getting a look in return, "What do you want me to do with her?"
You know his words are sincere, but you do sense a bit of his enjoyment in this conversation. And your heart squeezes harshly.
"Rafe..." You say to him, feeling the tears coming. "I'm serious."
As soon as Rafe sees the glistening in your eyes, his whole face changes too. "I know you're serious, baby." His hands come up to your waist, under your jacket, to hold you even closer to him. "Why are you crying?"
"Because you're enjoying this, you asshole," You tell him, voice wet with the need to cry. "I can see it in your face."
"I am, but not because I'm making fun of you." He tells you.
You stay silent and keep looking at him with a minuscule pout you're obviously holding back. Rafe brings a hand up to your face and wipes the first tear from under your eye before it falls down your cheek.
"I'm sorry," He tells you sincerely, "I really am. I was being stupid."
"You are being stupid," you correct him, getting a tilt of his lips.
"I am being stupid," He repeats. "But what do you want me to do?"
"Not talk to her," You say with a sniffle, "You don't have to be rude, but don't make it seem like... You are okay with it."
"Done," He tells you. "What else?"
You feel a small pull at your lips for a small smile, but you look away from him to hold it back.
"Just tell her you're taken. That's all." You tell him.
"I have, but I will do it again." His words make your chest lighter, and your eyes go back to his. "What else?"
You don't hold the small grin that comes this time, and sigh in thought.
"I don't think I have any other requests."
"No?" He asks, leaning closer to you, "I was expecting a request for a tattoo of your face on my chest, at least."
You laugh in his face and reach your hands to him. His arms completely wrap around you, with the opportunity of you moving, gluing you to him. "You're right, I should be more possessive over you."
Rafe hums in agreement, looking down at your lips. You kiss him and pull away to look at him again. "I still hate you for wanting to laugh at me."
"I was just happy that you were finally possessive over me. I'm a simple man."
"More like scared to lose you, Rafe. Not possessive."
Rafe moves his head back a bit to look at you completely, his smile faltering a bit. "You're never getting rid of me, baby. I'll get the tattoo before you ever get that thought back into your head."
You chuckle as he smiles with you. "I love you," you tell him, getting a kiss in turn, "and I am freezing."
Rafe looks for the closest door of the house, and pulls you with him. The loud music fills your ears, and Rafe pushes you in before closing the door behind him. He leaves a hand on your hip and then starts leading you through the crowd, who's dancing to the music.
The house gets warmer and warmer as you get deeper into it. Not only from it being full of people, but from most of the crowd still being actively enjoying the party. You consider taking your jacket off, but Rafe's hand on your hips is starting to confuse you.
You expect him to take you back to where everyone was before you left, but you notice that he is taking you elsewhere when you start walking down a hallway.
You look over your shoulder as Rafe opens a door and peeks inside, and he places his hands on your hips to pull you into what seems like an unused guest bedroom.
Of course.
A small chuckle leaves your lips as you turn around to face him. "Don't we always end our discussions with sex?" You tell him as he closes the door.
"You're complaining?" He tests you.
You take off your cardigan and lay it on the naked mattress behind you. "Maybe," you shrug as Rafe walks closer to you, "Maybe our relationship is too heavy on sex."
Rafe pauses in front of you, and you can't help but laugh out loud at the look on his face. "You don't think we should be lighter on sex?" You ask him.
"You're the one that wakes me up in the middle of the night to eat you out, so don't-" You cackle at him and feel your face warm with his words.
"And you do it every single time," You tell him as he steps closer to you, "You never complain."
Rafe pushes you to sit on the bed, then goes down to your height. You watch him as he brings your leg over his shoulder, and lean back on your elbows in the bed. Rafe looks up at you as he lays a kiss on the inside of your thigh, and your breathing heavies.
"And I will continue to do it." He kisses your skin again, "For as many times as you want me to."
You smile down at him, and he slides your dress up your hips as his mouth follows, looking away while kissing your lower tummy. Your breathing hitches as he moves down and kisses your pussy over your underwear, applying pressure with his lips over the thin fabric.
Rafe kisses you over the fabric one more time, and you hold your breath when he moves your panties to the side. And, with it, he looks up at you again, just to check on you, light eyes darkened with lust, before his mouth closes the distance between you two.
Rafe doesn't kiss anymore, not like before. He holds your panties with one hand and licks right between your lips, from your entrance to your clit in just one slow movement. Your eye contact breaks instantly as you let out a deep breath and let your head fall back.
You unfold your arms and fall back completely on the mattress. Rafe watches you and uses that moment to adjust his kneeling and pull your panties off your legs completely. You chuckle as he throws it over at you, and he roughly holds onto your hips to maneuver your body closer to his mouth.
His warm mouth and tongue work on your pussy, and your hands move to his on your hips. The feeling of his tongue over your clit, with his rough hold over your hips underneath your hands, makes you let out a whimper, and that just motivates him to do more.
Rafe sucks on your clit, and you quickly move to grab at his longer hair at the top of his head - a part of Rafe's that you have been deprived of for way too long since the buzz cut, which had led to you one night begging him to grow it back again. He groans into your skin, and you look down at him. You watch him as he lets go of your clit with a wet kiss and moves his tongue down to your entrance.
He pulls you in closer to slide his tongue, and his nose slides across your clit, making you whimper out to him. He smiles as he licks back up and sucks your clit back into his mouth.
You close your eyes, with your heart racing and with pleasure thick in every fiber of your body. And it is with his head between your legs, and you lying across the bed with your dress up to your hips, that the door of the bedroom opens suddenly and scares the absolute shit out of you.
In a millisecond, you rise in your elbows and try to close your legs with Rafe lifting his head right between them.
But you then just meet the eyes of the blonde. That same blonde. She stands by the half-opened door, frozen from head to toe, and her mouth is left ajar. "I..." She begins to say, but she doesn't seem to find the words.
You truly don't know what comes across your drunken brain, but as you look at her. Frozen as she looks between you and Rafe. You can't help but start laughing.
And laughing some more.
You bring your hand to your mouth to hide your giggles, and that just seems to snap her awake, as just after your third loud chuckle, the door is slammed closed, and she is gone.
You fall back on the bed, not controlling your giggles just yet. Rafe lets out his own chuckle as he lets his head fall onto your leg.
The two of you stay like this for a bit, and your racing heart begins to slow with your giggles.
When you finally calm down, he kisses your thigh and gets up to lock the door. You watch him as he turns the key and, on his way back to the bed, you sit up and raise your dress over your head.
Rafe watches your every movement as more of your soft skin is revealed and no bra appears underneath the dress. When you're done, he takes his own shirt off, and you smile up at him.
"What are you smiling about, hm?" He asks you with a smile of his own, "Thought we have too much sex. Weren't you just considering stopping all of that just now?"
"Just wanted your opinion, Rafey," you tease him as you reach out and grab him by the waist of his jeans. "Can't a girl be curious?"
Rafe follows your pulling and watches as you unbuckle his jeans without breaking eye contact with him. He brings his pants down his legs and then kisses you to let himself be pulled over on top of you.
You wrap your legs around him and, as your tongue glides across his, your hand slides over his boxers. Rafe lets out a small moan into your mouth, and you pull away from the kiss. Rafe gets his boxers off, and your eyes follow him the whole time.
You let out a giggle as he pulls you even closer to him by your leg, and lock eyes as he slides right inside of you.
"Oh, fuck," he whispers to himself when he gets totally inside of you. "Every time," he tells you as he feels your warmth and slick around his dick. As perfect and every time he does it.
You smooth your hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck, and you give him a nod to start moving. Rafe, right away, begins to thrust into you and moves down to rest his forearm beside your head to lean over you. You moan right into his face as he thrusts more deeply into you, and he shines a smile before silencing you with a kiss.
Your nails dig into the back of his head, and Rafe groans at the squelch one of his thrusts produces and how your pussy squeezes him in response. His lips separate from yours and move into the curve of your shoulder, letting you moan into his ear as he lays kisses over your skin.
You whimper at a certain thrust, and Rafe bites at the skin on your neck. Your legs hold onto him closer, and he moves over to your ear, "Does it feel good, baby?" You nod, "Want more?" You nod again. He chuckles into your hair and pulls away from you, pausing his movements into you.
Your hand falls by your head as he sits up, and you open your mouth to complain when he slides out of you. "Turn around," he tells you, making you unwrap your legs from around him and turn on the bed. Rafe's hand follows your movements, resting on your hips as you lie on your stomach and raise your ass up at him.
He moves your legs to have you comfortably in front of him, and then slides back in. You moan at the feeling, sensing him impossibly deeper and right where you want him. He chuckles, knowing by now that this will always be your favorite position, and starts thrusting into you.
His hands grab onto you, and occasionally slide to grab at your ass, always getting a sound of yours in return. He curses out loud as you feel even wetter as he touches you and keeps slamming at a reasonable rhythm into you.
Rafe watches as you bring an arm away from near your head over to your pussy, making you breathe out a whimper as you touch your own clit. Rafe leans over you and meets your hand with his own, but before you can move yours away, he holds it under his so he can also slide over your clit with his and your fingers.
The feeling of his rougher over your soft skin is something Rafe has done before, but it works. You raise your upper body from the bed with your other arm and lean your forehead into the mattress as you moan out. Rafe lets your hand escape and does all the work for you all over again.
His touch over your clit with his own groans and heavy breathing over yours, the sound of his hips slamming into your skin, and even your own whimpering. It all becomes a lot to you before you even realize it.
Rafe senses it, you grow tighter and the hands by your sides close into fists with nothing to grab.
"Are you close already?" Rafe questions.
You moan in agreement, and his fingers speed up over your clit. You feel the pleasure in your belly rise in response, and your hips meet his thrusts back. You moan out loud as the orgasm begins to ripple through you, and Rafe lets out a moan as your pussy squeezes the hell out of his dick right back.
He lets you ride your orgasm out to the end, listening to you mumble nonsense noises as you let out heavy breaths and pleasure keeps moving through your body. As you slow down, he brings his thrusts to a stop and lets you have a breath.
"Rafe..." You mumble, and he keeps looking down at you, breathing heavily.
"Hm?"
You move your hand back to him, and he holds it. You pull him to you, and he leans over your body. A moan escapes you as his hips move against yours as he does, and then his warm torso against your back makes it even better.
"Want me close, baby?" Rafe asks as he kisses your shoulder. "Needy," he teases, and you groan at him. He chuckles against the skin of your back and tests, moving his hips into you. The sensation isn't too different from before, but now you two were skin to skin. Just as you wanted to be
You move back into him, dragging your ass into his hips, and he nips at the skin of your shoulder in response. He holds your hips in place and you let out a breath at the familiar pressure of his hands on your skin.
With you completely lying on the bed, with your ass slightly arching up for Rafe, pleasure then almost seems stronger when it reappears from the pressure. Rafe lays a forearm right behind your head and starts really thrusting into you.
You hold onto his arm as you moan out, and Rafe hides his face into your hair as he chases back his past, nearing orgasm, and you rebuild a one for yourself.
His warm breath against your skin and his sweaty chest and abs dragging across your back, in some way, stimulates you further.
You bring your hand behind you and grab his head to pull his lips into yours. It isn't a perfect kiss in any way. With pleasure back strong as ever for both of you, you two need to breathe in the midst of the kiss or pause even to moan into each other's mouths. Spit coats your lips and even down a bit to your chin, but something in your depraved brain loves every second of it. You also don't let Rafe pull away from the kiss, and he doesn't protest.
Rafe begins to feel his own orgasm closer and closer, and he deepens the kiss further. Your hand clings onto his hair, and Rafe groans from the pressure. He brings both of his arms into the bed, making himself impossibly closer to you, and he thrusts harder into you with the support of his hold on the mattress.
Your insides seem to explode with the power of your orgasm, and you finally pull away from the kiss to bring your face into the bed. Rafe finally too cums, bringing his face into your shoulder for support.
You two breathe heavily as pleasure runs for, what seems, from one body to the next, and stay as close to one another as possible.
When the two of you finally return to reality, Rafe pulls out and falls on the bed beside you. The cold of the room hits your back, but you don't mind it too much.
"You okay?" He makes sure, and you nod.
"Are you?" You ask in a teasing tone.
He looks over at you, his hair a mess and still a little bit out of breath, but he smiles as an answer. "Round three?"
You do a tired chuckle, and he keeps looking at you. "Maybe after my nap."
"Deal," He says, making you laugh again.
Watching Off Campus made me miss my babies, so here I am. Writing them having sex, as always.
