closer to you than your next breath

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believe me, everyone at the end, is blessed

tysm writers for existing <333 and make tumblr a big part of my life. may lord putting me in heaven with you 🥹🥹

pairing: bsf!rafe x reader word count: 736 warnings: praising, dry humping, sexual themes, 18+ minors dni

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You and your best friend, Rafe, always hung out due to your closeness. Today was just another one of those days where the pair of you sat in your room and talked about god knows what. It was a completely normal day for the two of you, well, until you let it slip that no man had ever given you an orgasm before. 

Your confession nearly made Rafe’s eyes pop out of his sockets, “You’re kiddin’, right?”. You remained silent with your fingers twiddling in your lap. He lets out a small chuckle, eyeing you before the realization hits him, “Holy shit”.

“It’s not funny, Rafe” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest, pouting slightly at the fact that he’s laughing. “I didn’t say it was funny, did I, bunny?” the nickname slips out of his mouth smoothly, making your face flush. “No, but you’re laughing. It’s embarrassing enough that I even told you, just forget it” you grumble. 

He rolls his eyes at your irritated state, “If I help you, will that make you feel better?”. He watches the way you furrow your eyebrows, clearly taken aback by his words, “Help me? No, I don’t need you to help me”. 

“Bullshit” he snorts, “I know you better than you think. You wouldn’t tell me that shit unless you wanted my help and you know it”. He can tell that you know he’s right when he sees the way you anxiously chew on your lip, avoiding eye contact. He’s irritated at this point because he knows what you need but you’re refusing his help, “Look, I’m not sayin’ that we have to have sex for you to get an orgasm. There are other ways”.

“You trust me, right?” he queried and when you nod, he grins, “Best friends help each other, remember?”. You shyly mutter a small ‘yes’, his grin widening, “Then let me help, let me make you feel good”. Before you can even blink, he’s pulling you onto his lap to straddle him. His hands are firmly gripping your hips. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his bulge through his shorts. 

He decides to test the waters, eyes remaining on your face, watching your reaction as he pulls you forward on his lap. When you don’t push him away, it encourages him to pull you further down onto him, his erection pressing into you. He’s pushing and pulling your hips back and forth against him, making you stifle a moan at the way his bulge rubs against your covered cunt. 

His hands move down to cup your ass under your skirt, the fabric of his shorts rubbing against your panties creating a delicious friction. “You like that?” he groans, his hands squeezing and massaging the plump flesh of your ass. Your hands hold onto his shoulders, a moan escaping both of you as your clit bumps right on where the tip of his cock rests.

“Shit…” Rafe hisses when you start to roll your hips, meeting his movements, pretty little moans flowing out of your mouth each time your clit grinds against the tent in his shorts. His eyes trail down your body until they land on his lap. He can’t help but smirk to himself when he sees the evidence of your arousal staining a small, wet patch onto his shorts, making him lift the front of your skirt up, revealing your soaked panties. 

He’s enjoying the way you’re rutting against him and he can tell your close when your hips are moving faster each time your clit catches onto his covered cock. “You look so pretty like this” he breathes heavily, hands guiding your hips, helping you grind down against him. 

Rafe’s eyes are glued on your face, taking in the way your chest rises and falls as you pant softly, “You gonna cum f’me?”. You’re already so close and your head starts to feel dizzy, the only response you give is a small moan, “C’mon, be a good girl and make a mess f’me. Bet you look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum” he praises. 

He’s rolling his hips against yours faster, taking in the sight of your eyes fluttering shut before you’re burying your face into his shoulder. Your body shudders and your pussy clenches around nothing as your orgasm hits you, resulting in you crying out against his shoulder. 

pretty sure I’ve seen a tag game like this before, but I’m bored and would love to see others results (bc I’m nosy)

warnings: mean!rafe, unprotected sex, just a hint of degradation

“you want to do it that bad, huh?” you nodded frantically, climbing on top of your boyfriend as he rested his hands on the curves of your hips. you have always been a pillow princess in the bedroom, letting your boyfriend take the reigns and fuck you however he wanted, but tonight you wanted to change that.

“you’re gonna tire yourself out, baby, why don’t you just get on your back and spread those legs for me?” you protested, crossing your arms over your chest as the corner of rafe’s lips lifted in amusement. “please, rafe..” you pouted, moving your hips languidly as a way to entice him. seeing you so eager and willing to please him made rafe give in.

“whenever you’re ready, babygirl.” he moved his hands to rest underneath his head, deciding he wouldn’t assist you to see how you could hold up by yourself. smiling once he gave you the green light, you took your bottom lip between your teeth as you reached back and lined him up with your entrance. with a bated breath, rafe watched as you slowly sunk down on his cock.

he swears there has never been a better view. “fuck.” he cursed under his breath, fighting the urge to reach out and hold you. you whimpered, leaning your weight on your palms that rested on his chest. abs constricting at the sheer hot pleasure your soaked cunt generously gave him, his eyes screwed shut once you started moving faster.

you were a moaning mess by the time your thighs started to burn with tension, your cheeks flushed with heat. “oh, my g-” you nearly toppled over when your knees gave out from under you, your boyfriend taking your hands in his. “see? what did i tell you?” he laughed, supporting you so you could continue without carrying your own weight.

“don’t laugh!” you whined, sighing in relief once the strain in your muscles started to melt away. “poor little thing, ‘can’t even ride..” he taunted, now thrusting up from under you. the added force made you mewl, your clit slamming down on his base with each stroke of his hips. “s’not true..” you slurred, “i can.” at this point, you couldn’t tell if you were trying to convince yourself more than rafe.

“no, you can’t.” he took both of your hands in one of his, using the other to slap you lightly on your cheek. “look at you,” he grabbed your chin, making you look down at him, “my pretty pillow princess whore.” you moaned in defeat, letting him pin you down by your neck. rafe hovered over you, quick to slip inside you once more.

rafe corpse bride inspired moodboard

heavily inspired by my fav Tim Burton movie <3

in this case, reader is Emily and Sofia is Victoria