warnings - smut (some plot), smoking, p in v, cowgirl, slight submissive rafe, swearing, kissing, hickeys, mentions fighting/blood
You were walking along the shore with Sarah and Kie. Rafe had dropped you off a few hours ago and is about to pick you up soon. You checked the time 9:30pm, Rafe should be here in 20 minutes. John B, Pope, and JJ were smoking in the van, off the beach, which is where you guys were headed.
“How’s Rafe been treating you?” Sarah asked while she picked up random seashells. “Yeah, is he as bad as we told you he was.” Kie added. You laughed at little at Kie’s comment. “No he’s not a raging psychopath who hates everything, he actually listens to everything I say or ask,” You answered, “he even watched The Notebook with me.”
“What the fuck, me and Wheezie have been begging Rafe to watch movies with us for years, and he actually watched The Notebook.” Sarah said in disbelief. You just shrugged, unsure what to say about your boyfriend’s behavior. Kie was stood there surprised.
“So Rafe can be normal.” Kie says bluntly. “Yeah for his girlfriendd.” Sarah starts teasing. “Don’t get me started on you and John B.” You said. You all started laughing together and teasing eachother. As you guys got closer to the van, Kie heard something in the distance.
“Guys stop.” Kie abruptly says while you and Sarah are playing fighting. You both look at her confused and pull alway from each other. As you guys keep walking, you hear yelling. Sarah starts running in which you and Kie follow behind her. You all see Rafe and JJ arguing, a little too loudly.
It was not out of the ordinary to see Rafe and JJ argue, they hate eachother and will continue to do so for however long they keep it up. You run towards Rafe while Kie goes to hold back JJ.
“What is this even about?” Sarah frantically asked John B. “JJ’s drunk okay, he started yelling at Rafe calling him a daddy’s boy and shit,” John B says, “then he started bringing up [your name] and their relationship which got Rafe pissed.”
Sarah groans out loud, annoyed between her brothers yelling and JJ’s drunk voice. “Rafe stop, just take me home.” You whisper to him. You see in his face that he’s fighting everything in him to not hit JJ. You grab his hands and turn him away from JJ and towards you.
Not even your pretty face can take away JJ’s loud yelling from Rafe’s head. “I’m gonna beat the shit out of him.” Rafe says while gripping your waist. You can feel his frustration from the way he’s holding onto you, like only you can keep him stable. “You know you can’t fight him when he’s drunk.” You say
Rafe had promised you a while ago that he wouldn’t fight your friends if they were under the influence. You accepted what you could get, knowing the past history. In the back Kie is yelling at JJ to calm down. “JJ just drink some water please.” She begs.
“You’re right, let’s go home.” Rafe says frustrated as he grabs your hand. As you two are walking away JJ yells, “That’s right, take your girl home to your daddy’s house powerfuff girl.” Rafe stops walking, you can feel his grip tighten. “Rafe, seriously be mature about this.” You say getting annoyed, but he stays still.
“Rafe don’t do it please, for me.” You say. As you feel him relaxing all you two can hear is, “C’mon bubbles fight me like the man your dad brags about.” JJ shouts. That took Rafe straight away from you and striding towards JJ. You turn around and walk away, fighting JJ was more important than your promise.
You can hear everyone’s yelling in the back, along with the punches they were throwing at eachother. You hated Rafes fighting and he knew that, especially with your friends. You hate how everything you know about him changes back to his old ways.
You reach the car and realize he has the keys. “Fuck.” you whispered. You leaned back onto his car and took out a joint from your bag. You smoked whenever you were stressed, which in this moment you were. Seeing Rafe’s face after a fight is so annoying, what he does is wrong but he always looks so good no matter how fucked up his face gets.
But you had to remind yourself this time was different, this time he broke a promise he made to you. As you finish off the joint, you can hear fast footsteps coming your way. Rafe, he has a few marks and blood around his face and neck. He looks more peaceful now, but now even more upset in himself than he was with JJ. He realizes the car is locked and unlocks it.
Rafe goes to open the door for you as usual but you beat him to it and shut the door before he can try to mumble some sort of sweet apology. He stands out the car for a while after that, balling his fist and putting them over his eyes. He finally lets out a deep breath and heads towards the drivers seat.
He gets in and starts the car, looking over at you but you’re too busy looking at the window. He sighs and starts driving. The car ride is very silent, no music, no conversation, just Rafe’s loud breathing. His frustration keeps growing as the silent treatment continues on and you not even batting an eye towards him.
Soon enough you reach Rafe’s house and he drives into the quiet garage. Rafe parks the car and you get out before he does. This time you had the keys that Rafe had given you months ago and opened the door. His steps follow quickly behind you. “Princess, please talk to me.” He asks softly.
You ignore his words and continue to walk towards his room. “Can you even blame me?” He blabbed on about how JJ went too far. You continue to take off your jewelry acting like you were deaf. As you get up to go to the restroom, Rafe gets infront of you blocking your way.
You try to move out the way but he blocks you. He slowly grabs your waist with his bruised knuckles and puts his head into your neck, “Please say something.” He whispers. “I’ll do anything, just look at me.” He begs into your neck. You sigh, “You broke your promise.” You whispered.
You feel him nod his head, “I know, i’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He says moving his head out your neck and pulling your face gently to look at him. You can see his bruises forming, but the hurt his eyes is winning against your anger.
“You’re never gonna break a promise again.” You ask. “I will never disappoint you like that ever again.” He says looking into your eyes. You slowly start giving in but still hesitant. He brings his face closer to your neck, “Please don’t hate me.” He whispered. “I don’t hate you, but you make it really easy to be mad at you sometimes.” You admit.
“How can I be forgiven.” He asks. You think for a moment, deciding to toy with Rafe since he upset you. You gently move him away from you, taking his hand and sitting on the bed. “Give me a reason to forgive you.” You say, looking up at him. He let out a soft, “Fuck.” Still holding onto your hand, he sinks onto his knees, spreading your thighs apart.
He starts using both his hands to unbutton your pants and slide them off, along with your underwear. “You get mad when I fight but this is how wet you are.” He says smugly. “And yet you’re still not giving me a reason to forgive you.” You say annoyed, pulling his head towards your pussy.
All of a sudden his mouth is your clit, tounge licking up and down. His movements are sloppy and desperate like he’s begging you with his mouth. You let out soft moans, trying to wrap your legs around his head but his arms are still holding them apart. “Please Rafe.” You softly beg. He looks up at you, “What do you need princess, tell me.” He says while leaving soft kisses in between your legs.
You wanted to try something different, something that Rafe usually wouldn’t let happen. But since he’s on his knees begging for your forgiveness, might as well take advantage of the situation. “I want to be on top.” You tell him. He stops with the kisses and takes a deep breath. He sighs and lays his head against your stomach.
You slowly caress his head, till he brings his hands and takes off your shirt. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells you. You smile shyly and tug at his shirt. He stands up and pulls his shirt off his head. Next his shoes and he pulls his pants off, now he’s just left in his boxers. He holds eye contact with you and he pulls them down, you can’t help but let your eyes drift down Rafes body.
His dick is painfully hard and swollen from just you. He walks over and settles himself on his bed. He grabs your hands and guides you to sit on top of him. You let out a shaky breath and you angle yourself right above Rafe.
His bruised hands are now tight on your hips, trying to pull you down. “No Rafe it’s not gonna be that easy,” You say smiling, “ask me nicely.” He lets out a frustrated huff. You know it must be killing his ego to beg for you, so you start slowly moving your wetness on his tip.
You lay your hands on his chest and start teasing his tip by putting it in, then taking it out. He tries to move his hips up but you hold don’t let him. He lets out a defeated noise, “Please, please fuck me beautiful.” He starts begging. But you just keep teasing his tip, making it very sensitive. He starts breathing heavier, “Fuck, i’m sorry I won’t ever do that shit again, please baby you know I love you more than anything else, let me help you feel good.” He starts pleading to you.
“Your so sweet Rafe.” You tell him as you sink down, taking it all. Both of you gasp, filled with pleasure. You slowly start moving your hips back and forth on his dick, grabbing his shoulders to help ground you more. “Just like that, fuck.” Rafe says, looking at your face twisting in pleasure. “You feel so good Rafe.” You moan out, picking up the pace.
“You’re so good to me Rafey.” You tell him. He moans out at the nickname that you have for him. Your movements are slowing down as your legs get weaker. “Let me help you finish.” Rafe says while grabbing your hips. You give in, too filled with pleasure to deny Rafe.
You let your chest meet his and put your face into his neck, leaving small kisses and hickies. He moves up, sitting with you on top of him and bouncing you up and down. You let out moans in his ear, holding onto his shoulders. “Faster Rafe.” You whisper into his ear. He wraps his arms around your waist and starts fucking you faster. He lets out deep groans and he feels himself hit your sweet spot.
You feel yourself getting closer, moaning out Rafe’s name. Your head moves backwards in pleasure, causing Rafe to start sucking on your neck and leaving sloppy kisses. You start clenching tighter onto Rafe, “Fuck, cum with me baby.” He moans into your ear. You dig your nails into his shoulders as his moves get sloppier.
You let out a cry, letting yourself go as Rafe whimpers and releases himself into you. You both catch your breath as Rafe holds you in his arms. “Am I forgiven now princess?” Rafe ask’s softly. “Yes Rafe, I think you learned your lesson.” You say with a soft smile.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He says. “You too, i’m still gonna clean your face and knuckles.” You say leaving a small kiss on his lips. “Anything for you.” He says grabbing the back of your head and moving your lips towards his, finally kissing you after being forgiven. He picks you and starts a bath for the both of you.
This one is a series from a couple years ago following tutor!reader and Rafe, it is by @twinklelilstarkey! i discovered it about a month ago and i binge read the whole thing! i think the creator is extending it now too. Reader, whom Rafe has always had a thing for, is Wheezie’s tutor. unbeknownst to him, the feeling is mutual. Explicit scenes
✱ = smut
1. Pink Pen* 13. Blind Date 2. Driven Home* 14. Lunchtime 3. Come Over* 15. Aiden* 4. Sunbathing* 16. Control* 5. Bad Day* 17. A Plan 6. After Classes 18. The Talk 7. Party* 19. Long Overdue 8. Trip* 20. Dress Picking 9. Phone* 21. Unveil* 10. Lost Time* 22. Promise 11. Friends 23. Feel-good* 12. Thrill* 24. Graduation
military!rafe who enlists straight out of high school with a split lip and a chip on his shoulder because everyone back home already has him figured out — angry rich kid, spoiled asshole, future burnout — and he hates them enough to leave before they can watch him fail
military!rafe who cuts his hair short for the first time and suddenly looks even meaner somehow. sharper. colder. all broad shoulders and tired blue eyes and bruised knuckles shoved into sweatshirt pockets
military!rafe who discovers he’s terrifyingly good at military life because underneath all the rage, he’s always craved structure. he likes the exhaustion. likes pushing himself until his body physically gives out because it means he doesn’t have time to think
military!rafe who gets screamed at by drill instructors nose-to-nose and just stares back blankly because he’s survived worse at home
military!rafe who barely calls anyone except you and even then his phone calls are strange at first. awkward pauses. scratchy static. both of you pretending it doesn’t feel weird hearing each other after weeks apart
“you still there?”
“yeah.”
“okay. keep talking.”
military!rafe who sits outside the barracks late at night during calls with you, hoodie pulled over his head while everyone else sleeps inside, cigarette burning between his fingers as he listens to you ramble about mundane things like grocery shopping or your annoying coworker because normalcy becomes addictive when your entire life feels brutal
military!rafe who sends terrible texts while deployed
alive.
miss your face
this place sucks.
but secretly rereads your paragraphs over and over before sleeping because your messages are the closest thing he has to home
military!rafe who comes back after his first deployment looking older in a way that has nothing to do with age: his posture is straighter now. his jaw tighter. his eyes constantly scanning rooms without him realizing it
he hugs you so hard at the airport you almost stumble backward and for a second he just buries his face into your neck silently. the smell of your shampoo feels more comforting than anything he’s had in months
military!rafe who says “missed you” like the words physically hurt coming out
military!rafe who becomes insanely touch-starved overseas without admitting it. when he’s home he’s always touching you somehow. one hand heavy on your thigh while driving, fingers hooked through your belt loops in public, absentmindedly rubbing circles into your hip while half asleep like he needs constant reassurance that you’re real and standing in front of him
military!rafe who sleeps horribly after deployments. he falls asleep fast because exhaustion knocks him unconscious, but staying asleep is different nightmares wake him up drenched in sweat and breathing hard, eyes wild for a few seconds before he realizes he’s home and those are the only moments he ever looks genuinely vulnerable
military!rafe who apologizes afterward in a rough sleepy voice while you hold his face. “didn’t mean to wake you.”
“rafe—”
“sorry.”
military!rafe who gets quieter after a few years in. not softer exactly he still has that edge to him, still gets mean when he’s angry, still has a mouth that gets him into trouble but now it’s controlled anger instead of reckless
military!rafe who gets into fights anyway because some things never leave him completely. busted knuckles. split eyebrow. commanding officer threatening paperwork while rafe just sits there bleeding with that same bored expression
military!rafe who absolutely hates airports because every goodbye there feels too heavy. the way your fingers slip from his at security genuinely ruins him every single time but he always turns around one last time before disappearing
always
military!rafe who keeps tiny reminders of you hidden everywhere folded polaroids tucked into uniform pockets, your hoodie stuffed into his duffel bag because it still smells like you a voice memo of you laughing saved on his phone that he listens to when nights get bad
military!rafewho acts cocky before homecomings to cover how emotional he actually is“don’t embarrass me and cry, alright?” but then you run into his arms and suddenly he’s holding you so tightly he can barely breathe around the lump in his throat
military!rafe who kisses differently after deployments slower at first, almost desperate underneath it one hand cradling the back of your neck like he’s grounding himself through you
military!rafe who never fully tells you what he’s seen overseas because some things rot inside people if spoken aloud but sometimes he goes silent mid-conversation and stares off for a little too long and you know he’s somewhere far away in his head again
military!rafe who eventually starts healing in tiny invisible ways because of you because you’re patient when he wakes up angry because you never push when he gets quiet. because you love him through every ugly complicated part of himself he’s convinced should make him impossible to keep
military!rafe who still comes home carrying ghosts sometimes but every single time he walks through the front door and sees you waiting for him, he thinks maybe survival was worth it after all
this is kinda rom com vibes <3 tldr: rafe lost a bet, yn’s overjoyed
Rafe sat on the stool y/n had brought into the Tanneyhill bathroom with a pout on his face, his shoulders hunched as y/n draped an old towel around him. In the doorway, Topper and Kelce tried to crane their necks in to look at Rafe as y/n held a bleach covered brush in her hand. His hair was combed out, their natural, golden brown colored waves laying perfectly against his head.
Y/n almost felt bad about doing this… almost.
“Say, ‘I lost fantasy football!’” Kelce sang, holding up his camera to take a picture of Rafe’s grumpy face. Y/n turned to the camera, flashing it a thumbs up and a wide smile. Rafe simply glared.
“Get the fuck out of here, assholes.” Rafe snapped, flipping his two friends off before crossing his arms across his chest.
“Ouch… fine.” Topper said, holding his hands up in faux innocence. Kelce did the same, causing y/n to have to stifle her own laughter at their antics and Rafe’s dramatics as the boys finally left them.
“Ok, are you ready?” Y/n asked, picking up a bit of the bleach mixture from her bowl. She’d never done this before— save the one time her and Sarah did tacky, neon highlights in middle school, which probably didn’t count— but there was no way in hell Rafe was going to let Topper or Kelce near his hair.
“As I’ll be, I guess.” Rafe pouted. The corner of y/n’s mouth quirked up into a smile, a laugh threatening to bubble up because of Rafe’s pouty behavior.
“Alrighty…” y/n raised the brush up to his hair, “here we go.”
She dabbled a small dot of bleach onto his hair before looking up to meet Rafe’s eyes in the mirror. He looked entirely unamused, but fortunately not panicked, so she continued, focused intently on coating each strand of hair with the mixture. She spared a glance up at Rafe every couple of minutes as she continued to carefully cover his entire head.
“Ok, done.” Y/n said as she brushed the last bit of bleach onto his head. Rafe let out a long sigh before standing up from the chair, allowing the towel wrapped around him to fall to the floor and reveal his shirtless torso. He leaned into the mirror, looking at his bleach covered hair with a grimace.
“Oh wait!” Y/n said, quickly placing the little bowl she’d been using to mix the bleach back onto the counter. She grabbed a nearby plastic bag, opening it up before gesturing for Rafe to lean down.
“What?” Rafe asked, looking at her with a confused expression.
“I’ve gotta like—” y/n gestured with the plastic bag— “wrap it so it… soaks in.”
“Soaks in?” Rafe asked. “Like to my skull? What are you talking about?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never done this before!” Y/n threw her hands up dramatically. “I just know the Tik Tok I watched said you were supposed to wrap it with a plastic bag.”
“The Tik Tok you watched?” Rafe’s eyes widened. “You’re handling my hair based on a Tik Tok?!”
Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest as she glared up at him.
“Would you rather I call Topper and Kelce back in here to help? Because I could go and—” Y/n began.
“No, no, no.” Rafe sighed before leaning down reluctantly. “Just… do whatever.”
“That’s what I thought.” Y/n said under her breath as she began to wrap the plastic around Rafe’s head. He glared at her, not that she’d see.
“Ok, now we wait for…” Y/n checked her phone, “half an hour.”
Rafe grumbled as he straightened up again before turning to look at himself in the mirror. He looked like an idiot with a plastic bag on his head… so obviously y/n took a picture.
“Delete that.” Rafe said quickly, whipping back around to face y/n as she darted out of the bathroom and into Rafe’s bedroom with a giggle.
“Never!” Y/n shouted as she rounded his bed, Rafe close behind her. She had almost made it out when he grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her torso and lifting her off the ground.
“Give me your phone!” Rafe laughed, delivering a playful jab to y/n’s ribs which caused her to let out a squeal as she attempted to wriggle out of his grasp.
“No!” Y/n giggled. Rafe let out a playful growl, tossing y/n onto his bed. She bounced against the mattress before settling, clutching at her stomach as she laughed. Rafe stood at the foot of the bed, his hands on his hips as he shook his head, a small smile on his face.
“You’re the worst.” Rafe said before climbing to sit on the bed next to y/n with a dramatic huff. Y/n simply smiled at him, straightening up to sit next to Rafe at the headboard.
“You love me.” Y/n blinked up at Rafe playfully, which only caused him to roll his eyes.
“Ok, ok, fine.” Rafe sighed before stretching his arm out to wrap around y/n’s shoulders. He jostled her shoulders as she let out a dramatic coo. Y/n looked up at Rafe— or Rafe’s head— closely, examining her handiwork.
“I don’t think I did too bad.” Y/n murmured, poking at Rafe’s scalp. He looked at her out of the corner of his eyes suspiciously.
“Hmm, I guess we’ll see.” Rafe grumbled lowly, causing y/n to let out a scoff.
Then, the timer y/n had set went off.
“Yeah, I guess we’ll see.” Y/n said sassily, quirking her eyebrows up before climbing off the bed. Rafe sighed before following her back into the bathroom. She patted the stool, to which Rafe obediently sat down atop.
“Ok, let’s see!” Y/n said, letting out a long exhale before she began to peel back the plastic to reveal Rafe’s bleach covered hair. She examined it closely, picking up a few pieces of hair.
“I was expecting the reveal to be a bit more… different.” Rafe said with a small chuckle. “I don’t think it worked.”
“It worked, just—” y/n sighed. “I think it just needs to be rinsed out.”
“Ok, Miss Hair Stylist.” Rafe grumbled before standing up from the stool and making his way over towards the shower. He grabbed a nearby bath towel, draping it over the glass shower door before turning to y/n.
“Are you just gonna stand here and watch me take a shower?” Rafe asked. Y/n’s face immediately twisted up into a look of… disgust? Well, not exactly… it’s not like it wasn’t anything she’d seen before— by accident, of course— but it wasn’t like she minded. Rafe was a good looking guy and definitely had the whole package to match—
“What? No!” Y/n scoffed. “I have to like… rinse it out under the tap.”
“Is that really necessary?” Rafe sighed with the attitude of a toddler throwing a tantrum.
“Yes, it’s necessary if you want it to look good and not like… burn your scalp.” Y/n gestured dramatically to his still bleach covered hair.
“Burn my scalp?!” Rafe said, his eyes flying wide open. “What did you put in my hair?!”
“Oh my god, stop with the dramatics and sit in the shower.” Y/n rolled her eyes before pulling the shower door open and stepping in.
“But you said—” Rafe began as he followed her in.
“Sit down.” Y/n said sternly. He turned around, his broad chest practically pushing against her face in the crowded shower.
“Ok fine, girl.” Rafe grumbled before slowly crouching down to sit on the tile floor of the shower. He let out a low groan as he shifted to pull his legs up to his chest, sitting like a small child. Even sitting down, Rafe was still quite tall, his head coming up to well past her waist.
“Alrighty, let's do this.” Y/n said, grabbing the shower head from the wall and turning it on. Immediately, Rafe was shot with a jet of freezing cold water.
“What the f—” Rafe began, his hands instinctually coming up to bat the cold water away, instead forcing the water to shoot directly at y/n and soak her pants with icy water.
“Oh my god!” Y/n screeched, stumbling back against the shower wall and allowing the shower head to drop from her hands and hit against the wall with a solid thud.
“Why did you spray me in the face?!” Rafe scoffed, wiping the water from his face.
“Why did you spray me in the pants?!” Y/n snapped back, looking down at her uncomfortably wet and cold pants.
“You sprayed me first!” Rafe said. Y/n glanced between Rafe’s still unwashed hair and her now soaked pants.
“You— ugh.” Y/n sighed before pointing into the back corner of the shower. “Look away.”
“What? Why?” Rafe scoffed.
“I’m taking my pants off because you drenched them in water.” Y/n snapped. Rafe’s eyes widened before he quickly looked away. She began to pull them down, slipping slightly, her hand shooting out to clamp down on Rafe’s shoulder. His arm reached up, quickly grabbing firmly onto y/n’s wrist without even turning his head. Finally, she tugged the last of her pants off before flinging them out onto the bathroom floor.
Now she stood in her underwear and t-shirt, the water still running in the shower as Rafe turned completely away. She gnawed at her lip slightly. Rafe had seen her countless times in a bathing suit, and this was basically the same thing. No big deal… right?
“Ok, you can… look back now.” Y/n grumbled, rolling her shoulders in an attempt to appear confident. Rafe slowly turned back, his eyes unfortunately immediately coming into contact with y/n’s Star Wars themed underwear, given his position on the shower floor. He instantly forced himself to look down, his cheeks flushing bright red.
“Nice underwear.” He said under his breath.
“Shut up.” Y/n snapped before snatching the shower head back up. After running for a while, the water had warmed up to a more manageable temperature.
“Ok, lean your head back.” Y/n gestured, Rafe following and craning his head back slightly. Y/n lifted the shower head to allow the water to fall on his hairline, her other hand coming up to shield the water from streaming into his eyes as they fluttered closed.
The water flowed through his hair, rinsing away the bleach to reveal his bright, yellow-tinged locks. Y/n smirked to herself as she combed her fingers through Rafe’s hair. As she continued, Rafe found himself relaxing and let out a low sigh of relief. The two of them sat in silence for a moment, Rafe bathing in the comfort of y/n lightly scratching his scalp and y/n focusing intently on her “work”.
“It definitely worked.” Y/n said lowly, smiling widely as she held up a longer piece of Rafe’s hair to examine it closely in the light. Rafe’s eyes fluttered open, and he was met with an almost angelic sight.
Y/n was leaned over him, pieces of her hair that had been tied back falling around her face. The light above shone down around her almost like a halo, her smile beautiful enough to make Rafe feel as if he were dreaming.
As a matter of fact, he’d probably dreamt of this scenario— being with y/n in a beautiful and simply intimate way— a hundred times. But still, the real thing— even if it wasn’t quite how he would’ve liked— felt so, so much better.
So much better, apparently, that Rafe had begun to relax a little too much. His head tilted back too far, his shoulders falling too much, causing y/n’s careful balance over him to slip. Y/n yet out a yelp as she tumbled forward, her knee immediately colliding with Rafe’s groin as the two of them fell onto the shower floor. He let out a groan, his head only narrowly avoiding the faucet as he hit the tile. In the fall, the shower head was somehow lost and was now spraying about the shower and onto the bathroom tile.
Y/n and Rafe lay sprawled out on the shower floor, twisting around in pain and half-naked confusion as water continued to spray at them haphazardly. Rafe groaned, curling in on himself as his freshly bleached, yellowed hair stuck to his forehead
“What the hell happened here?!” Topper said. Y/n and Rafe turned to see Topper and Kelce in the doorway, their mouths agape in shock, confusion, and terror at the sight in front of them. Y/n lifted a hand, dramatically waving the two boys off as she wiped water out of her eyes. Rafe continued to groan in pain, finally reaching up to turn off the water with a huff.
“We are not toning your hair, boy.” Y/n let out a gasp.
“Tone? What the hell does that mean?” Rafe scoffed.
“i need your help with something,” you mumble from where you’re laying across rafes bed, face half buried in one of his pillows. he barely glances up from his phone. “that usually means trouble.” “probably.” that gets his attention.
rafe snorts softly, tossing his phone onto his chest before looking over at you properly. “alright, c’mon then. what’d you do?” you hesitate just long enough for him to narrow his eyes. “why do you look nervous?” “because it’s embarrassing.” “that’s never stopped you before.” you throw one of his pillows at him immediately, and he catches it with an annoying grin.
“seriously,” he says, sitting up now. “what is it?” you chew on the inside of your cheek before blurting it out. “i’m ovulating and it’s making me insane.” “…you came to me with this information?” your face burns. “i knew i shouldn’t have said anything—” “no, no,” rafe interrupts quickly, trying not to laugh. “keep going. this is the best day of my life.” “rafe.” “sorry, sorry.” he presses his lips together, still smirking. “continue, princess.” you huff before asking quietly, “can you help me..” “what’d you need my help with, exactly?” he says, trying to contain how great he feels.
“you know what i need your help with rafe! don’t try mess with me or I’ll just leave, im not in the mood for your messing!” slowly, rafe leans back against the headboard finding the whole scenario amusing. “okay, okay i get it. you want me to make you feel better, princess?” “please rafe i can’t take it anymore! i think im losing my mind.” you say with an annoyed, impatient sigh. “your my only friend!”
he lifts you up and places you on his lap. “you know, you didn’t have to suffer for so long you could have just asked.” he says looking at you smugly. “just.. help me relieve it a little, please?” “only because you have asked me so nicely.”
“you wanna give me a kiss, princess?” rafe said, so clearly amused. “mhm.” you lean in, lips softly touching each other as your hand reaches up to sit on his shoulders. movements getting more desperate. you move a little, grinding on him. a soft, quiet whimper escaping your lips.
“you need more?” rafe asks. “please..” his hand slips down to pull down the zipper of his jeans. “you gonna put it in for me?” “okay.” he pulls your lacey underwear to the side, while you bring his swollen cock out. “you ready, princess?” “mhm so ready.” you say, desire spreading over your face. he lays back a little further as you put his tip over your entrance, slowly sinking down. “awh baby, your so wet. you really wanted this huh?” “yes, wanted it so bad.” you reach his pubic bone as he hold your hips, griping tight.
you start to move, sliding your hands under his shirt. “fuck, princess your so tight.” he starts to guide your hips, grinding. “nghh, rafe it’s too much,” you say quietly. “shhh, i know baby. you wanted this, remember?” rafe says with a smug condescending tone. the movements get faster, sloppier. “your squeezing me so tight. you ready to cum baby?” “yeah, i-i’m ready.” “let me feel you milk me dry, princess. cmon.” you let go as your eyes roll back, with one final moan. finally getting the realise you’ve been longing for. rafe cums just at the sight of you, his best friend, cumming around his dick.
the movements come to a slow and stop. you guys have now road out your high. “you feel better princess?” “so much better, thank you rafe.” you say catching your breath and planting a kiss at the corner of his mouth. rafe can officially say that that’s the first time he’s ever truly been content.
a/n: yes, i am ovulating and thought it would be so much easier if i had a guy friend so i dont have to have a serious relationship with him and we can still be friends.🙄 anyway, i hope you angels enjoyed!
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