Latina!reader Is So Carolina By Karol G Coded

latina!reader is so carolina by karol g coded🎀

i love this song!! i was literally listening to it while i was getting ready <33 i need more latina!kook!reader req’s asapppp!!

hey girly may i please request rafe and bitchy!kook!reader who see each other at a party after a breakup, and they can’t help but sneak off together? some arguing and hot make up sex pleaseeee. thank you!

warnings: ex!bf!rafe, exes to lovers, slight angst, arguing, cussing, mentions of anger issues, descriptions of violence, rekindling, a little bit of jealous!rafe, oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, just a little bit of fluff

a/n: i kinda went off the request here and made them go home instead of really ‘sneaking away’ i hope that’s okay! i was heavily inspired by the song ‘best mistake’ by ariana grande <3 beware! this fic is a little long..

no contact. rafe wanted to smash his phone when you texted him that fateful night a little over two weeks ago, saying you were never going to talk to him again unless he apologized for getting angry and acting out of line. while he truly was sorry for yelling at you and breaking everything in his sight, he had too much pride to admit he was wrong. and it was because of that pride that you decided to dump his ass and ignore the hundreds of calls and texts he sent your way.

despite having to block his phone number, you couldn’t help but look at all the pictures and videos of you two, sad because you missed him, but pissed because he couldn’t just get his shit together and make things right. eventually, with a lot of convincing and even a little bit of bribing with a new purse, your besties had managed to get you up and into your hottest outfit yet before they took you to a party where they refused to tell you who was hosting.

after you basically obliterated rafe’s ego by not only ignoring him, but blocking him too, he told himself he wouldn’t be fazed if he saw you turn up at the end of summer party that topper threw every year. however, all thoughts of being nonchalant and giving you the same treatment back flew out the door when he saw you walk in with your friends, your mini dress hugging your thighs in a way that made his jaw tick. he would’ve had no problem with your outfit if you two were together.. but you weren’t.

which for rafe, that only meant he would be spending the night smashing faces in if he saw anyone looking at you. he kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking swigs from his beer until finally he ran out and was forced to go inside the kitchen. “hey, y/n.” you looked up. jeremy, a frequent visitor at the country club had approached you. he was sweet and very easy on the eyes. maybe a little too easy, he had a baby face and was a little too much of a pretty boy in your opinion.

“oh, hey ‘jer.” you smiled, calling him by a nickname you heard your friends say a while back. “you look great..” he complimented you. noticing your dress had ridden up, you pulled the hem down before thanking him. “that’s nice of you to say, thank you.” you laughed awkwardly as he seemingly stepped closer. “hey, uh, i heard you and rafe broke up, is that true?” at the mention of your now ex-boyfriend, you blinked. “i.. yeah. but i’m not looking for anything right now.” you shook your head.

“neither am i.” your eyes widened slightly as you felt his hand graze yours. wanting to change the subject, you backed away slightly before clearing your throat. “so what are you drinking?” noticing your discomfort, jeremy flashed you an apologetic look. “this? oh i just got water-” before he could say anything else, you gasped when he almost lost his footing, having been nudged super hard by none other than rafe himself. “woah, you gotta watch out there, man.” rafe winked at you before walking off, the man in front of you cursing under his breath.

“that was a lame move.” he scoffed. you looked past jeremy and at rafe who had his face turned. “i’m sorry, can you give me a sec?” you didn’t wait for him to reply before you followed rafe outside. as if he recognized the clack of your heels behind him, he spun around, making you stop as you two glared at each other. while his gaze slightly softened, you could still make out the roughness in his expression. “you did that on purpose.” apart of you was glad he did, since it gave you an excuse to get out of conversation with jeremy. then again, that was rafe’s intention.

“what are you talking about?” just then, a girl in a bikini walked by, rafe shamelessly eyeing her backside before giving you his attention once more. oh, okay. you smiled at him, arching a brow as he blatantly acted clueless. “you know what? i have someone waiting for me inside. ‘just wasting my time out here.” you whispered the last part, scoffing as you attempted to walk away. rafe dragged you to the side of the house, your hands coming up to shove at his chest.

“who’s waiting for you inside, ‘jer?’” rafe mocked jeremy’s nickname. “yeah, actually. why don’t you go and get the girl who’s ass you just stared at?” you shoved him again, this time making rafe take hold of both of your wrists as he backed you up against wall. “i was fucking with you,” he scoffed, “you’re the one that wants to go back inside to a guy who drinks water at a fucking party!” he laughed incredulously, like he couldn’t believe you would give that guy the time of day.

you swatted his hands away from your own. “i’m not doing this here. you’re acting like you aren’t the one who owes me an apology.” rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “y/n..” you shook your head, feeling defeated as he stared down at you. “just leave me alone, rafe.” just as you were going to walk away, he spoke up. “then let’s not do this here! let’s have a serious conversation, i mean it.” you shifted, glancing up at him briefly. “and go where?” you arched a brow.

deep down, you knew where this was heading but you so badly wanted to hear what he had to say. rafe got close, resting his hand on the small of your back. “tanneyhill. the house is empty for the next couple of days, so if you want to yell, fight and scream, be my guest.” you sighed as if you didn’t want to go, walking past him and to his truck where he opened the door for you. your friends were definitely going to give you an earful after this.

the drive to rafe’s place was quiet and a little awkward everytime you had to pry his hand off of your thigh, his excuse being that it was just a habit. rafe knew when you broke up with him, for the thousandth time, that it wouldn’t be too long before he saw your catty self walking up the stairs to his bedroom. “i would like to be home by a certain time so get to talking.” you sat down on the edge of his bed, clasping your ring clad fingers together.

rafe shut the door, leaning on the hardwood as he took in your outfit. there’s no way you showed up at that party tonight with the intention of going home alone when you looked this sexy. strappy heels, a black lace dress that that showed a bra and thong underneath, your hair and makeup done so perfectly, he itched to ruin all of it. “you look stunning.” he crossed his arms over his chest, catching the way you swung one leg over the other.

“we’re not here for that.” you leaned back, resting on your hands as rafe nodded. “fair enough..” he started, “look, i’m really sorry. it was wrong of me to take my anger out on you and have no regard for your feelings when i was in the spur of the moment. i should’ve never yelled in your face when you were only trying to make me feel better, i should’ve never broke your things when you told me to leave, from the bottom of my heart, y/n, i’m sorry.” he kneeled down to your level, a silent act of submission. you stared at him.

rafe had a pleading look in his eyes. “i can see you’re sorry,” you barely reached for his jaw, stroking the side of his face softly before you withdrew, “but what are you going to do to fix it?” rafe had missed your touch so much, he swallowed thickly when your warmth disappeared. “would you believe me if i said i was giving anger management classes a try?” you narrowed your eyes at him. “no. do you have a confirmation email or something?” rafe laughed, knowing you wouldn’t be easy to convince.

handing over his phone without any hesitation, you typed in his pin, your birthday, before going to his mail and checking for yourself. sure enough, he had confirmation for not only one class, but an entire course that would take him approximately three months to complete. “please come back to me, baby. i need you.” rafe hesitantly placed his hands on either sides of your hips, your eyes softening as you gazed up at the man in front of you. god, you missed him so much, these past couple of weeks had been the worst.

“i need you, too.” you whispered, both of you leaning in at the same time before your lips melted against one another. cupping rafe’s face, you brought him up from the floor, your back relaxing against his sheets as he hovered above you. rafe had been dying to feel your hands on him, craving your touch like never before. with your dress rolling up your thighs, rafe looked down at the supple flesh there, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in your cunt.

“i was so mad when i saw you walk in looking like this.” you took your bottom lip between your teeth, propping yourself up on your elbows as rafe’s fingers hooked through the soft material of your thong. you watched as he slid the undergarment down your legs, your head falling back as he pinned your thighs to the tops of his shoulders. “rafe-” you reached down, your fingernails running across his skin. he hummed, cupping your soaked pussy as a gasp fell from your lips.

“use your words.” he traced your glossy folds, cursing to himself at the sight. “my heels— they’re still on.” you blinked hazily when you felt his thumb tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. “yeah? they’re gonna stay on.” you moaned when his tongue finally made contact with your clit, your back arching off the bed as he splayed a hand across your tummy. letting out a cry, rafe ate you like man starved, which in a way he was. two weeks was too long, and he was going to unleash all his pent up frustration on you in a way that would have you writhing in pleasure.

rafe knew your body like it was the back of his hand, and he didn’t hesitate to use that to his full advantage. while still lapping at your clit, you fought the urge to shut your thighs around his head when two of his fingers prodded at your entrance. he groaned when he thrusted them into you, your pretty sounds serving as music to his ears. the coil in your stomach only grew tighter until rafe had your thighs trembling, your first orgasm of the night making all the air leave your lungs.

you cried out, rafe appreciating the way your hips stuttered in a poor attempt to chase his tongue. you blinked up at the ceiling when you came down from your high, rafe wasting no time in flipping you over and grinding his erection into your backside. with one hand, rafe gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail and with the other, he grabbed a pillow, placing it under your hips so he could shamelessly rut against you. leaning down, he kissed you sloppily, both of you moaning as you tasted yourself on his tongue.

taking himself out of his jeans, he wrapped a veiny hand around your throat, thrusting into you without warning. “oh my- fuck!” you squeaked out, your walls fluttering around his cock. rafe shut his eyes, his mouth ghosting over yours as he fucked into you hard and slow. “did you miss this?” rafe went deeper with each thrust, balling up your dress to pull you against him. “yes. yes, i missed this so much!” you whimpered, meaning every word. rafe never wanted to be apart from you ever again.

the discomfort from having your heels on was slowly but surely melting away as rafe replaced that feeling with pure bliss, your walls stetching deliciously around his length. for two weeks, the only thing you could imagine feeling was the warmth of rafe’s body against your own, your heart blooming in your chest at finally having that back. “fuck, i need to see your pretty face..” he rolled you over, slotting himself between your thighs before picking up his pace.

you gazed up at him, already looking fucked out as he groped your tits through your dress. “all this breaking and making up, i don’t wanna do it anymore, baby,” rafe tucked a piece of hair behind your ear before stroking your chin, “m’gonna go crazy if you leave me like that again.” you nodded at his words, your eyebrows drawing together in pleasure. “promise. i promise i won’t do that anymore.” you started moving your hips, meeting his thrusts as he groaned, leaning down to bury his face in the curve of your neck.

wrapping your legs around his waist, you didn’t leave him any room to pull away, his toned stomach slapping against your clit as you two rolled your hips in desperation to feel the other finish. “ah, fuck,” your nails clawed against his skin when you felt his teeth nip at the sensitive spot of your neck. with the way you were moaning rafe’s name in his ear, and your pussy swallowing him whole, it wasn’t long before you two started shuddering as the waves of euphoria washed over you both.

he never failed to make your head pound with your orgasm, quite literally stealing your breath away as you made him lose all train of thought, his ability to hold himself up nearly impossible with your greedy cunt milking him for all he had. “shit.” rafe breathed out, pressing a kiss to your temple before pulling out. you hissed, whining shortly after at the empty sensation. as much as you wanted to feel his arms around you, you wanted a hot shower and a wardrobe change more than anything else.

as if rafe could read your mind, he carried you to the shower where he undressed you and bathed you. he continued apologizing for the way he treated you weeks prior to tonight. even after he had you in nothing but one of his t-shirts, he spent the night inhaling your sweet scent while telling you how perfect you were for him until you fell asleep in his embrace.

literally how i visualize kook sweetheart reader 😭

kook!sweetheart!reader is very short n’ sweet coded for sure!! everytime i see sabrina carpenter’s tour outfits (especially that skims photo shoot) my mind goes to kook!sweetheart!reader immediately lol 🎀

sheep!reader who wears this cutie hat rafe bought for her 🥺

I NEED THIS RIGHT NOW!!! omg sheep!reader would love this hat so much, i could see her wearing it every chance she gets <333

do u write for drew?? :p if yes, can u write a imagine like reader gets caught (by drew) watching rafe cameron edits?? :)

heyy <3 while i do love drew and all of his projects, i just write for his character rafe only :(

what if rafe took a viagra thinking it wasn’t going to do anything cause he thinks it’s only effective on old men…….

warnings: bsf!rafe, rafe on viagra lmao, friends to lovers, masturbation, rafe is so pussy drunk it’s not funny, first time together, making out, dry humping, overstimulation, praise, rough sex, unprotected sex, oral (m. & f. receiving), face fucking, face sitting, multiple orgasms, so much cum, squirting, cream pie, cock warming, mentions of impregnating reader (as a joke but not really), the classic ‘what are we?’ at the end lol

“hello?” rafe spoke into his phone, emptying out a bag of candy into a small bowl. it was friday night, and also rafe’s turn to host your weekly movie marathon and junk food ritual. “hey, rafe, can you check something for me?” ward said on the other line, clearly stressing out. “uh, yeah? is everything alright?” he took a break from sorting out your favorite snacks, holding his phone between his cheek and his shoulder as he made his way upstairs.

“i hope so.. look— can you go to the master bedroom and check to see if i left my money clip in the top drawer of the dresser? me and rose just got here to the airport and i want to make sure it’s safe at home and i didn’t drop it anywhere.” rafe followed his father’s instructions, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. “m’sorry, i couldn’t hear you too well, ‘you said check the second drawer?” rafe’s hand froze on the handle when ward yelled into the microphone.

“no, don’t open the second! i said the first one!” he repeated, slightly in a panic. arching a brow, rafe decided right then and there he was going to open it the second he got off of the phone with the man. inspecting the contents, rafe hummed into the receiver. “yeah, pops, your clip is here.” he confirmed. ward sighed in relief. “alright, good, good. i’ll give you a call when me and rose land in the bahamas. where are your sisters?” he asked.

“sarah’s out doing whatever, and i just finished dropping off wheezie at her week long sleepover like an hour ago. i’m a lone ranger right now.” rafe fiddled with the handle of the mysterious drawer, wanting nothing more than to steal a peek inside already. “right.. is y/n going over?” rafe’s ears perked up at the mention of your name. “she is.” there was an awkward silence before ward cleared his throat. even though he knew you two had only ever been best friends, he couldn’t stop the fatherly lectures.

“well, just remember to wrap it up, you know?” rafe made a face even though his dad couldn’t see him. the furthest you and rafe had ever gotten was a few kisses here and there, and that was it. besides, rafe knew that if and when that day came, he wanted to have you cumming around his cock raw. the thought alone had him growing hot and heavy in his shorts. “yeah, sure, whatever.” he whispered the last part to himself.

“okay, anyways! i’m gonna go ahead and let you go. tell y/n me and rose say hello.” rafe hung up with a ‘will do.’ before shoving his phone in his back pocket. opening the drawer like he was determined to do, rafe’s shoulders deflated as it was just pairs of socks lined up neatly in the damned thing. just as he was about to close it, he saw what looked like a white pill bottle underneath one of the socks. eyebrows knitting in confusion, rafe grabbed it and examined the lettering.

“viagra?” he laughed, “that’s fuckin’ gross, pops.” he shook his head before twisting the cap off. emptying out two of the blue, diamond shaped pills, rafe reread the description of the medication on the back. “erectile dysfunction.. blah, blah, blah.. fuck it.” he shrugged, taking the pills in his hand before hiding the bottle again. once he left the room and made his way back to the kitchen downstairs, he washed the pills down before finishing up your little candy selection.

five minutes later, and rafe had welcomed you in, his eyes trailing down your backside. “do you know what movies we’re going to watch?” you chirped, walking into the living room.“uhm.. yeah, so i was thinking we could watch some scary movies, like the classics, y’know?” he cleared his throat, taking a seat on the couch before you snuggled into his side. “yay, i like those.” you smiled, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders as he covered both of you with a throw blanket.

being so close to rafe like this always gave you butterflies. his warmth, the scent of his cologne, his touch, you always left from here craving him more than the last time. rafe didn’t know if you did it unintentionally, but everytime you were resting against his side, you had a habit of brushing the side of his thigh with those pretty fingers of yours. he never mentioned it in fear you’d stop. about twenty minutes into the movie, rafe felt like he was in a cold sweat.

suddenly his senses were heightened, and he felt himself fighting the urge to touch you. although that wasn’t anything new to him, the urgency of it kinda threw him off. he swore your shampoo smelled even stronger, your skin feeling so soft and plush against his rough palms. sure enough, rafe found himself hard and absolutely aching against the material of his briefs. rafe has been hard plenty of times, but never like this. he shifted uncomfortably, your hand now resting in his lap.

if you were to move your hand just inches to his groin, surely you’d feel the third leg he was growing. looking down at your face, rafe had to shut his eyes when he saw that you were sucking on a hard candy. your lips looked so plump and kissable, he wished he could taste them. “you okay?” you peered up at him through your eyelashes, in which he nodded frantically. “mhmm, yeah. m’just gonna use the bathroom real quick.” thankfully, it was too dark for you to see the tent in his shorts as he got up.

rafe felt so much discomfort, he was sure we was walking funny the whole way. once he had the door locked, he pulled down his briefs, his eyes widening when his cock sprang up hard and fast against his stomach. “holy fuck!” he whispered. rafe couldn’t believe how angry and throbbing his cock was. desperate for some type of relief, he couldn’t help but lick his palm before wrapping his fist around his overly sensitive length.

he started stroking himself, imagining his hand as your own. you were so oblivious to him all the time, he didn’t even think you knew or caught onto the way he stared at you every time you were around him. he envisioned you on your knees for him, those perfect lips slick with spit and precum as you’d use one hand to grip his base, and the other to rub between your slippery folds. he just knew he could get you dripping for him if you’d just let him.

he imagined slapping his cock against your tongue, making you take him all the way down your throat. “shit,” he hissed, taking the hem of his shirt between his teeth to keep it out of the way. while rafe was relieving himself in the nearby bathroom downstairs, you had paused the movie, now able to hear everything. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t lie awake at night fantasizing about this stuff. you knew rafe was sexually active, maybe not as of lately, but still.

you wondered how he would look on top of you, making you take his cock to the hilt. you already knew his back muscles were exquisite, often daydreaming of digging your nails into the skin whenever you got a new manicure. hearing him moan and groan not far from where you sat made you want to pull your hair out. you felt so helpless and pathetic for listening to him rub one out. despite rafe practically jerking himself off for ten minutes straight, he couldn’t cum, and now he felt even worse.

breathing heavily, rafe splashed some cold water onto his face, feeling a bit shameful before walking out and joining you on the couch again. “why is it so quiet out here?” his cheeks burned at the thought of you overhearing him. your mouth was dry. “i had paused the movie for you..” you trailed off, swallowing thickly. rafe could tell by the look on your face that his suspicions were true. “..did you hear-” you didn’t let him finish his sentence before nodding.

“figured.” he pinched the bridge of his nose. “look— i promise i’m not some weirdo creep, i just did something really stupid and now i don’t know what to do.” he sighed, grabbing a pillow and covering himself when you went to turn on the corner lamp. “what do you mean?” you wore a concerned expression as you sat down next to him. rafe stared at you for a moment. “i took ward’s viagra.” you blinked, attempting to process what he just said.

“..i’m sorry, i don’t think i understood correctly. you did what?” rafe avoided your gaze as he repeated himself. “i took two viagra pills from my dad’s drawer. he called to check his dresser for something and freaked out when i mentioned the second drawer down, so i was curious after and then that’s when i found the bottle.” he rambled. “oh, rafe..” you covered your mouth, hiding the hint of a smile forming on your lips. “why would you do that?”

“those are for men who can’t get it up..” you explained, “unless that’s something you’re struggling with?” rafe met your eyes, disbelief evident in his features. “struggling to get hard? me?” he moved the pillow from his lap, “does it look like i have that problem?” you looked down, your eyes widening at the sight of the huge bulge in his pants. rafe watched your expression change, the way you bit your lip nervously not helping him in the slightest.

“it didn’t go down? even after..?” your cheeks heated as you recalled the events from earlier. rafe shook his head. “no. i didn’t even finish.” he groaned, slightly embarrassed. you knew your best friend long enough to know when he was uncomfortable. you watched his face twist in distaste. “it hurts so fuckin’ bad!” he breathed heavily through his nose, his nostrils flaring with each intake of air. you didn’t know what to do, your eyebrows creasing in worry.

“it hurts?” your voice was low now despite it only being you two in the house. “i’m not like in actual pain, but it just feels so hard..” he leaned back in the couch, his thighs spreading out as your mouth watered. he just looked so big and girthy, you couldn’t help the filthy thoughts from running through your brain again. with a shaky hand, you laid your palm on his clothed cock, making him jolt at the contact. “woah, woah, woah, you don’t have to do that.”

you scooted closer to him, applying more pressure. rafe’s hips bucked, his head rolling to the side as he watched your eyes darken. “i want to.” you met his gaze. “can i help you, ray?” rafe could’ve came in his pants right then and there. “s-shit, yeah,” he nodded, watching as you unbuttoned his shorts. before you could take them off, he pulled you on top of him so your heat sat comfortably on top of his erection. both of you moaned at the sensation. rafe wasted no time, sloppily taking your lips with his own.

you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck as he planted his hands on the globes of your ass. he smacked you through your leggings, eliciting a squeal from your lips. “you’re so fuckin’ hot.” he dragged your hips against his length, your head falling onto his shoulder. “are you sure about this? i don’t think i could stop if we keep going.” he panted. taking one of his hands, you guided it underneath the waistband of your panties, a whimper falling from your mouth when you felt the pad of his fingers stroke your clit.

“feel what you do to me?” you whispered, grinding against the knuckles of his digits. rafe smiled. “i did that to you?” he got up, taking your bottoms off in one swoop. your tube top was next to go, your tits bouncing as he threw the article of clothing. leaving you in nothing but your pink underwear, you kneeled down on the floor, pulling down rafe’s shorts until they pooled at his ankles. looking up, you were in complete shock at the size of him.

as if rafe could read your mind, he gathered your hair in a makeshift ponytail, pulling you close to his cock. “don’t look so scared, pretty girl, you could take it.” you gripped him at the base, making his mouth fall open. he felt hot and heavy in your hand, you couldn’t help but salivate at the at the thought of finally tasting him. keeping your eyes on his, rafe cursed under his breath when you ran your tongue along the underside of his length, your lips wrapping around his tip before releasing with a pop!

“fuck, that’s it.” he jutted his hips out, pulling your mouth back onto him. your eyebrows knitted together the further he inserted himself down your throat. “y’look so pretty like this. i’ve dreamt about having your mouth on me for so long, babe.” he groaned when your nose touched his pubic bone. you swallowed around him, making a shiver go down his spine. “look at that..” he marveled, pulling out again as he watched a string of saliva still connect your lips to his glossy tip.

“touch yourself.” rafe let you take a breath as your hand snaked down to your soaked folds. without warning, he adjusted the grip on your hair before pushing into your mouth once more, his thrusts making obscene sounds fill the empty space of the living room. your eyes watered, your tears threatening to spill as you rubbed hard circles on your clit. rafe’s head rolled back, his eyebrows knitting together as he moaned.

he swears he has never felt this good before. this surpasses any kind of imagination or fantasy he could’ve ever thought of. rafe’s abs were constricting as he felt his high approaching, your hand leaving your cunt to take hold of the back of his knees. rafe pulled out, using his other hand to jerk himself off until he came with a grunt. instinctively, you stuck out your tongue, rafe watching with hooded eyes as he painted your face. your eyes fluttered closed, the warm substance running down your chin.

rafe let go of your hair, using the tip of his cock to push the mess inside of your mouth before pulling you back up to your feet and kissing you with fervor. you were surprised at the action. rafe groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue, his hands guiding you back to the couch where he laid down, pulling you on top of his face. you gasped, his arms locking you in so you couldn’t move. “rafe!” you looked down at him, whimpering at the sight.

splaying a hand across your tummy, rafe pushed you back slightly so you were holding yourself up on his thighs. you watched him move your underwear to the side, a half scream emitting from your throat when he pulled you onto his waiting mouth. your nails dug into his skin, your hips threatening to move away from him out of sensitivity. “you had this sweet pussy the whole time?” he laughed softly, “i’m gonna have you every fuckin’ day now.” he kissed your folds, his nose nudging at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“do you want that?” rafe questioned, “want’ me to have my head between these thighs in the morning and before you go to bed?” you toppled forward, cradling his head when you felt his tongue flick against your entrance. “yes, ray! ‘want you all the time..” you nodded, writhing in pleasure as he worked on bringing you over the edge. rafe was hooked. you officially had him on cloud nine. he didn’t care how many times you tried to pull away from him, or how sensitive you were, or the amount of orgasms he had given you since he put you in this position.

it wasn’t until you were sobbing and shaking at the overstimulation that he decided he had enough of eating you out for one night. you couldn’t speak by the time rafe carried you upstairs to his room, not caring to shut the door behind him. fully sliding your panties down your legs, he slotted himself between your thighs, shamelessly rubbing his cock between your puffy folds. “you know how many times i touched myself to the thought of this happening? way too many..” his lips ghosted over yours.

you moaned at the revelation, your legs wrapping around his waist as if to coax him to fuck you already. both of you looked down, waiting with bated breaths as he entered you with ease. “oh,” you whined, squeezing around him like a vice. rafe hissed, resting his weight on his elbows that were on either sides of your head. “see how i just glided right in?” he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, “you were fuckin’ made for me, you got that?”

watery eyes meeting his, you settled for a slurred ‘mhmm.’ before he took your legs and placed them over his shoulders. just when you thought it couldn’t get better, he thrusted into you until you felt him kiss your cervix. mouth falling open, rafe sucked on your bottom lip as you completely lost yourself. with his toned stomach slamming down on your clit, and his cock stretching you open, your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt a buildup of pressure release between the two of you.

rafe looked down at the sudden mess, his face morphing into one of disbelief when he realized you indeed squirted all over him. “oh, fuck, look what you did.” you were still trembling from having your first orgasm around rafe’s cock when you followed his gaze, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. “nghh, oh my god— i’m sorry!” you cried, the man above you placing a finger over your lips. “shhh, don’t be. it’s our first time so i’m taking it easy on you..” he grunted in your ear, “but from now on you’re gonna give me that twice.”

you were so fucked out, all you could do was babble rafe’s name until you felt him twitch inside of you and stuff you full of his cum. rafe was fisting the sheets by your head, kissing your neck as you laid limp in his arms. he stayed inside of you, his large hands stroking your face while he praised you for being so good for him. by this point, he had taken your legs off of his shoulders and didn’t wait to rub soothing circles into your skin. even though you were in a post-sex daze, it didn’t stop reality from hitting you.

“rafe?” you could barely speak, your voice just barely above a whisper. he hummed, admiring the way you glowed under the dim light of his room. you stayed silent for a few moments, feeling a little hesitant to say your next words. “what are we?” you blinked up at him, his smile easing any kind of worry you might’ve had. “are you kidding? i’m debating on whether or not i should get you pregnant right now.” you laughed, feeling shy as if he didn’t just turn you inside out. “seriously, though, you’re my girl now, it’s a done deal.”