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bsf!rafe begging you to let him fuck you.

ᥫ᭡. based on this ask! 18+, smut!

"rafe, stop." you giggled, gently pushing against him. you weren't actually trying to get him to stop. truthfully, you didn’t want him to stop. you two had been playfully arguing, wrestling each other until it turned into.... this. his hands on your hips as he kissed and nipped at your neck.

rafe's fingers wrap around wrists, guiding your hands up where he pins them to the mattress. he leans back down, trailing kisses down your neck. "please, baby." rafe murmured softly against your skin. his lips were like fire against your skin, each kiss felt like fire, your skin tingling.

you let out a soft sigh, your fingers running through his hair. your resolve was crumbling, like it always did with rafe. hearing rafe beg and say please was like music to your ears and he knew that. anytime rafe wanted anything, he'd immediately start begging, knowing you couldn't say no. and he also knew how much you loved to hear him beg, which just fueled his motivation to do it.

"rafe..." you trail, your voice tinted with warning as his lips continued on your neck. "come on, baby, please. i'll make you feel so fuckin' good, i promise." he whimpered, his head tilting as he switched sides, kissing along the other side of your neck. "you know i'll take care of you."

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"shit, you're so fuckin' tight." rafe grunted, his hips snapping against yours as he drove his cock in and out. you mewled beneath him, already too cock drunk to form any coherent sentences. "gettin' fucked dumb by your best friend, huh? shit — you like that, don't you, princess?"

"you like your best friend fucking your tight little pussy, huh? you like your best friends cock stretching you out?" rafe smiled down at you, your eyes rolling back in your head as he continued to fuck you with slow, deep strokes. rafe's hand reaches up, gently brushing back some of your hair that had gotten on your face. he leaned down, his lips hovering over your ear. "you look so beautiful like this... with my cock buried deep inside you."

rafe guided you through three orgasms, with you finally tapping out after the third, spent and practically crying. "uh uh, baby. i want more. god knows the next time i'll have your pretty little pussy wrapped around me again." rafe's large hands reached down, pressing against the back of your thighs. using his weight and muscles, rate pressed your thighs back until your knees were touching your chest. balancing himself with a hand on the back of each thigh, using that as leverage to pound into you. his cock was driving deeper than before, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust.

the sounds of his skin snapping against yours and your loud cries of pleasure filled the bedroom. you gripped the bedsheets for dear life as you felt your fourth orgasm of the night coming up. rate's thrusts were relentless, the squelching sounds of his cock driving into your soaked pussy was like music to his own ears. rafe looked down at where your bodies connected, a loud moan escaping from his lips. his large muscles flexed with each thrust, only spiraling you closer and closer to your next orgasm.

rafe took one hand from one of your thighs, using it to reach down and press his thumb against your clit, rubbing tight circles. your back arched off the mattress, a loud cry of pleasure leaving your lips and filling the room. "that's it, baby. come on. come for me." and that's all it took for your orgasm to rip through you, your body shaking and rafe's name leaving your lips like a mantra. "that's it, come all your best friends cock." rafe moaned. the way your pussy squeezed him like vice was all rafe needed to go over the edge, spilling his seed deep inside you.

"you've got the best pussy in all of outer banks. don't think this was our last time, princess."

please bsf!rafe showing inexperienced!reader how neck kisses feel!!!

warnings: neck kisses, heavy petting

you chewed your lip nervously, your best friend hovering above you as his thumb stroked the pendant of your necklace. “you have nothing to be scared of, i promise.” he reassured you, his knee resting between your thighs. it’s not that you were scared, you just had zero experience with the opposite sex. rafe made it his life’s mission to run off any guys that tried to talk to you, even going as far as threatening them if they didn’t do as he said. he knew it was selfish, but he didn’t care, your were gonna be his soon enough.

you sighed, finally nodding. “okay, i’m ready,” you smiled softly, “are you sure?” he moved your hair out of the way, exposing the delicious skin of your neck. “yes, i want you to show me how it feels.” if rafe knew that all he had to do was put on an x-rated movie with a makeout scene that had you asking him if he’s ever done that before and if he could do it to you, he would’ve done it a long time ago. rafe leaned down, his breath tickling your flesh. you laughed wrapping your fingers around his wrist.

it wasn’t until you felt his tongue run across your skin that your smile fell, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact. “fuck, i love that perfume on you.” he groaned, making you whimper softly. he continued leaving kisses on the column of your throat, his hands roaming your body as you started grinding against him. “i think i like this,” you spread your legs apart, letting him fully rest between your thighs. “yeah? how about this..” he bit the sensitive spot on your neck, making you gasp.

“yes, that feels so good, rafe,” you mewled, taking his face in your hands. his pupils were blown, as yours were too. “do you want me to stop?” he asked breathlessly. you shook your head, eyes flickering down to his lips. “no, no i don’t want you to stop. i want more..” rafe fantasized about this very moment for the longest time, and now that those words left your mouth, he couldn’t wait to get you naked and wrapped around his cock.

rafe + choking kink

warnings: bsf!rafe, a bit of innocent!reader, asphyxiation, dry humping

a/n: i was going to make this scenario where only reader was getting choked, but decided to flip the script last minute <3

“like this?” rafe gazed up at you, both of your hands wrapped around his neck while you straddled his lap. “a little tighter, baby.” you don’t know how you found yourself choking your best friend, but here you were, your fingers digging into his skin as you attempted to squeeze the sides of his throat.

rafe could tell by the look on your face that you were hesitating to give him your all. “i can’t rafe, i don’t want to hurt you!” you let go of a breath you didn’t know you were holding, a worried expression taking over your features. “aw, you couldn’t hurt me even if you tried..” he lifted your chin, meeting your eyes.

“come on,” rafe urged, “i promise you’re not hurting me.” you blinked, still unconvinced. taking one of your hands in his, he placed your palm over his hardened cock, a soft gasp leaving your lips at the teasing smirk on his face. “make me feel good,” rafe whispered, running the tip of his nose against your jaw.

obliging, rafe soon had tears in his eyes due to the pressure your hands provided to his windpipe. watching him crumble underneath you like this did something to your insides, your new profound confidence shocking the both of you. “okay.” he tapped the side of your thigh, indicating for you to stop.

ignoring his request, you squeezed tighter, making a choked groan sound from his mouth. “fuck, y/n.” rafe didn’t think he could be anymore turned on than he already was, but seeing that dark look in your eye made him think twice about the sweet girl he once knew as a friend. surely he’d be changing that after today.

“can’t breathe..” rafe said through gritted teeth, grabbing your thighs harshly. you were on such a power trip right now that you didn’t even feel the bruising grip on your skin until one of his hands shot up to wrap around your neck. it was your turn to stare wide eyed at rafe, letting go of him once you started struggling to get an intake of air.

rafe’s chest was rising and falling, his nostrils flaring with each breath. “what’s wrong?” he asked innocently, “does this scare you?” he cradled the back of your head with his other hand, your head pounding at the lack of oxygen. unable to pull away from his grasp, your hands took hold of his wrists, your hips unintentionally grinding against his own as you did so.

“you’re such a fucking slut, you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” he smiled. it wasn’t long before your vision started getting hazy, your hands scrambling to scratch at rafe’s arm. as soon as he let go, he caught you before you could fall back, pulling you into his chest.

“was that too much?” rafe sounded worried as he rubbed your back. shaking your head, you looked up at him, hips moving again so your clothed cunt can feel the tent in his pants once more. he groaned, planting his grip on your lower back to move you up and down his length.

“choke me while you fuck me?”

kook!sweetheart reader that gets rafe to teach her how to drive because her rich parents shelter her and don’t want her exposed to the dangers that comes with driving 😓

warnings: bsf!rafe, rafe calls reader ‘babe’, terrible driving (she’s me i’m afraid), rafe has a lot of patience in this one

a/n: i screamed when i saw this!! thank you for the req, mwah <3

“wait, i’m scared!” you took your hands off the steering wheel, your heart beating in your ears as the engine of rafe’s truck roared to life. “look around us, it’s nothing but empty space, it’s impossible to mess up, ‘promise.” he reassured you, taking your hand and putting it on the shift gear. “is your foot on the brake?” you hummed, glancing at him before you put the truck in drive.

“alright, now just ease off of it slowly, it’s gonna go by itself.” once the vehicle started moving and you looked a bit more comfortable, rafe let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “atta, girl..” you ignored the butterflies in your tummy, keeping all of your attention on the parking lot in front of you. “okay, you could give it a little gas now- hey!” rafe shouted, making you jump and slam on the brakes.

“see! i can’t do this!” you cried, rubbing your palms on the denim of your jeans. “yes, you can babe, it’s just- i said a little bit of gas, and we nearly flew across the island.” rafe sighed, closing his eyes momentarily. you stayed silent, already regretting asking rafe to take you out today. “hey, it’s alright, okay? m’sorry for yelling.” you swallowed thickly, slowly stepping off of the brake.

“this is good,” rafe sat up in his seat, “take a turn up here after the white line.” you did as he said, both of you cheering when you turned smoothly into the next parking aisle. “i did it!” you clapped your hands, quickly recovering when rafe grabbed ahold of the wheel. “let’s keep our hands on here, alright?” he laughed nervously. “s-sorry, that was stupid.” you huffed, cursing yourself in your head.

“no, you got it. let’s try parking, yeah?” you didn’t even want to imagine how terrible your parking was about to be. sure enough, you and rafe found yourselves standing in front of his truck, examining the position. “well.. you definitely parked.” he rested his hands on his hips, the sun beating down on both of you.

two parking spots. you took up two parking spots. “you know what, i’m just gonna have you drive me around everywhere, sound good?” rafe agreed without hesitation. “let me take a picture before we leave.” later on that day once rafe was in the comfort of his own bed, he did what he did every night and looked at your socials.

you had two new stories on your instagram, the first one being the photo of his truck from earlier with the text ‘i’m just a girl </3’, and the second being an off guard of rafe with one hand on the steering wheel, the words ‘my chauffeur is hot, yours is not!’ making a smile form on his lips.

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.”