Thinking Of Kook! Sweetheart! Reader And Rafe Simply Making Out After An Ice Cream Date. She's On Top

thinking of kook! sweetheart! reader and rafe simply making out after an ice cream date. she's on top of him, laying on the bed. no one is home. she's in a cute little white dress, a bow in her hair, and rafe is sliding his hands up and down the backs of her thighs, squeezing her ass under her dress as they take turns sucking on each other’s tongues... sigh🎀

warnings: heavy make out session, groping, slight teasing, super sweet fluff

a/n: this ask had me going crazyyyy. ty anon for this lovely prompt <3

“you taste just like strawberry icecream.” smiling against rafe’s lips, you moaned softly when you felt his hands slip underneath your dress. “i can’t be loud, rafe..” you whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. he laughed before squeezing your flesh, hard. “ow!” you yelped, your eyes wide as he shook his head. “no one’s here, baby. you can be as loud as you want.” he rubbed his hands over the sore skin, his large palms running up and down your thighs.

taking his lips in a heated kiss, your fists balled up his shirt as he slipped his tongue in your mouth, the sweet taste of vanilla making your eyes flutter closed. you sucked on the muscle, making rafe groan. he was so, so hard, his erection poking at your tummy as he threaded his fingers through your hair. you loved the feeling of his hands on you. the groping, the squeezing, the way he knew exactly where to touch you in order to make you melt.

he pulled away for a moment, admiring your features as he traced the cupid’s bow of your now swollen lips. “how are you so fucking pretty?” despite both of you dry humping and sucking on each other’s tongues, you couldn’t help your cheeks from flushing at his compliment, a shy smile gracing your face. “rafe..” you pouted, “i’m serious! everytime i look at you i’m like; ‘holy shit my girlfriend is literally perfect.’” hiding your face in his chest, he laughed as he embraced you.

“with your cute little white dress and this bow in your hair. people probably wonder what the hell you see in me.” you slapped his arm playfully. “oh, be quiet. no one is asking themselves that.” you traced the underside of his jaw, both of you gazing at one another. “i do.” you bit your lip. “why?” you asked him. “i feel like i’m not worthy sometimes,” he shrugged, “you’re so sweet and kind and gentle, and then there’s me.” he laughed.

“..yeah, and then there’s you.” you sighed dreamily, bringing a smile to your boyfriend’s lips.

rafe jerking off to one of kook!sweetheart!reader’s pictures and making a mess out of himself? 😵‍💫

warnings: reader sends pics, male masturbation, suggestive ending

[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image

[10:56 PM] sweetheart <3: i just got this sample in for my next collection, what do you think?

rafe stared at his phone, utterly speechless at the sight. how was it that he was the one to receive a picture of you in the skimpiest lingerie he’s ever seen?

he swallowed thickly, his jaw clenching as he inspected every detail, every curve of your body in the photo. you were obviously in bed, the thought of him barging into your room and ripping every last piece of lace off of you before fucking you into oblivion was, without a doubt, something he was seriously considering doing right now.

mind scrambling to write a reply, rafe cursed under his breath as another picture lit up his screen.

[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: 1 attached image

[11:00 PM] sweetheart <3: cute little detail, right?

if rafe thought he was losing his mind at the first photo, he was definitely losing it now. there, in the middle of your bra, hung a small gold pendant with the letter ‘R’, the damned thing glinting underneath the dim lighting of your room.

rafe was already a jealous hothead, so to see you put his own little mark on you willingly? oh, he was going to show you his appreciation. with his phone long forgotten next to him, rafe stroked his already hard cock, wishing his hand was your own as he brushed the tip with his thumb.

everything you did drove this man insane. the little glances at his lips whenever you two would be flirting, the way you rested your pretty hand on his thigh when he’d make you laugh, all of it— rafe felt it all boiling down to one thing. and he needed it bad.

“s-shit,” rafe shuddered, his eyes screwing shut as he imagined you on top of him, that pendent with his initial swinging in his face as you rode him like there was no tomorrow. he would bet all of his daddy’s money and tanneyhill, that you’d feel like heaven wrapped around him.

it was embarrassing to rafe how fast he felt himself approaching his high. his mouth fell open, a throaty moan falling from his lips as his hips bucked into his fist. he wondered if you’d let him cum or make him work for it, just like everything else.

the first time he tried to talk to you, you ignored him until you saw for yourself that he wasn’t in any other girls ear. everything, whether it was a peck on his cheek, or simply letting him take you out to lunch, you made his actions determine whether or not he was going to get what he wanted.

“holy fuck!” he whispered, his chest now rising and falling as the band in his stomach threatened to snap. never in his life had he wished he was somewhere else right now, that ‘somewhere’ being between your thighs, hearing your sweet cries of pleasure. rafe couldn’t decide if he wanted to fuck his cum inside of you or paint your face, but after this? he figured he’d do both.

“oh, my g-” rafe’s words were cut short when his orgasm hit him, his jaw falling slack as his eyebrows knitted together. spilling his load into his hand, rafe groaned as his cock twitched in his boxers, a hiss sounding from his lips as he continued to move his hand languidly over his length.

by this point, it’d been well over thirty minutes since rafe had left you on seen, your ego a little hurt that he hadn’t responded to any of your texts after you dolled yourself up just for him. just as you were about to call it a night, your phone dinged with a message from none other than the man himself.

[11:33 PM] ray <3: made a mess. i’m getting in the shower and then i’m making my way over there. be ready for me, doll.

why are people quick to say she’s not his type as soon as it’s mentioned she’s latina… no one had said anything last season but as soon as they find out she’s a woc it’s a problem? you can’t tell me it isn’t racism because it is.

he has not seen with any other girl throughout the show so no one knows what his type is. and if he wasn’t into her why her out of everyone he can have? why stay with her for 18 months, he goes to her everytime he overthinks something or everytime her needs help, and he literally says he wants to build a home and a future with her so for people to say he’s not into her are jealous and reaching tbh😭

THANK YOU!! no one said a thing until this season, but i think mainly because we didn’t have a clear understanding of where rafe and sofia stood at the end of season three, so we all kinda assumed that it was just a little fling. but the point still stands regardless; that man likes sofia and is very much into her, anyone who says otherwise is in denial at this point..

❀˖° when rafe comes home in a bad mood, bambi!reader, who is always too shy to initiate anything, attempts to make him feel better, only to be rejected.

warnings: shy!reader, ward being ward, reassurance, light fluff, happy ending i promise lol

a/n: decided to keep this one short n sweet <3

“what’s wrong?” you squeaked out, keeping your distance from rafe as he paced back and forth, his eyebrows drawn together in anger. “s’nothing, just go back to bed, alright?” he didn’t do so much as spare you a glance before cursing to himself. usually you left him alone when he was like this, giving him the space he wanted before he decided to confide in you on his own accord. this time, however, you thought you should be the one to comfort him instead.

hesitantly, you stepped forward, the movement catching his eye. “you could tell me,” you stood in front of him, “is it ward?” that was the last name rafe wanted to hear right now. “yeah, it’s him. he won’t get off my ass.” you followed rafe to your bedroom. “he’s saying that i’m going to get cut off if i don’t start making good decisions like i’m some fuckin’ kid or something.” he scoffed, taking a seat at the edge of the bed.

“i take care of business for him every day! and when something doesn’t go his way, he has to give me shit because of it..” you got behind him, your knees digging into the comforter as you started massaging the tension in his shoulders. rafe practically melted in your fingers, a sigh leaving his lips as he leaned into you. “i just get so tired of being the only one who has to deal with him being an asshole.” you hummed, deciding that he just wanted to be heard right now.

rafe had eventually stopped talking, his eyes fluttering shut as your touch began trailing down his chest. you had finally built up the courage to kiss his cheek, your lips moving to his neck before he shook you off. “i don’t want to do anything right now.” he got up, leaving you by yourself as he started a shower. you pouted. usually when rafe was mad, he was all for taking it out on you, and now that you made the first move, suddenly he wasn’t interested?

you couldn’t help the thoughts from forming in your head, wondering things like maybe you annoyed him, or worse; you turned him off. deciding to try something different, you changed into one of his favorite pajama sets, kneeling on the floor for him once he came out. “what’r you doing?” he had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. “i want to make you feel better.” you gazed up at him, your boyfriend sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. apart of him felt bad that this was the first thing you felt like you had to resort to.

“you want to make me feel better?” he stepped closer, “just lay with me, i don’t need you to do something like that to give me comfort.” he helped you up from the floor, wrapping an arm around your waist as you two laid own. “i just thought since you were upset, you would want me to, you know.. help you out?” your voice was so sweet, rafe could listen to you talk all day. “i appreciate that. trust me i do,” you laughed when he gave your ass a squeeze, “but i prefer you like this tonight.”

you hugged him, littering his face with kisses. “you promise i didn’t turn you off?” rafe couldn’t believe his ears. “you? turn me off? impossible.”

hi angel! can you write something with pogue!sweetheart!reader and rafe inspired by that one scene in ‘priscilla’ where they’re pillow fighting and he hits her? but instead of rafe doing it on purpose, it was a complete accident and he feels really bad about it?

warnings: pillow fighting, rafe accidentally hits you, fluff, very slight angst

“you’re gonna kill me!” you laughed, yelping when rafe pulled you to the edge of his bed, his fingertips tickling your sides. he was laughing just as hysterically as you were. reaching up for one of his pillows, you swung it, hitting him on the side of his head, causing him to roll over. taking the opportunity to straddle him, he stole the pillow from you, an ‘oh, shit!’ leaving his lips before you felt his knuckles crash into your cheek.

you fell to the floor, holding the side of your face as rafe rushed to check on you. “i’m so fucking sorry!” he pulled you into his lap, moving your hair out of the way. it all happened so fast, you still felt dazed as you blinked up at him. “i didn’t realize i was holding the pillow wrong, fuck, i’m so sorry baby.” you were starting to feel the pain now, your eyes watering as rafe held your face, his thumb stroking the sore skin.

“it hurts..” rafe felt his heart break in two when he heard your voice shake. “i know, i know, it was an accident, i swear i would never do that to you on purpose.” his chest was rising and falling as he held you in his arms, your face tucked into his chest. he rocked you, leaving kisses on your forehead and lips, whispering the words ‘i’m so sorry.’ against your skin. “s’okay.” you tried to reassure him, only making him shake his head.

“no, y/n, it’s not. no more rough playing from here on out.” rafe examined your cheek, cursing under his breath at the sight. “no more rough playing even with our clothes off?” he met your gaze, a smile forming on his lips as you giggled quietly. “that’s the only exception.”

just a note to anyone who sends me asks <3 i like to respond to asks in abundance on days that i don’t post so i don’t take away any attention from my works 🎀 i’m not ignoring your asks or anything like that, i’ll get to all of them soon!