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đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : best friend!rafe cameron x female!reader
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: 18+ mdni. friends to lovers, aphrodisiac/honey packets, explicit sexual content, mutual sexual tension, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, switch dynamics, light hair pulling, biting, neck holding, creampie, brief mentions of squirting, aggressive sex, topper thornton being an accidental matchmaker.
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: topper swears the honey packets work, you swear theyâre bullshit, and rafe decides thereâs only one way to prove him wrong. unfortunately, the honey has other plans.
đ/đ§: this is equal parts friends-to-lovers, âweâre definitely not into each otherâ denial, and absolute stupidity. everyone is an adult. please read the warnings before continuing. i kept editing and fixing and changing this. after a while it was turning into that series of events where you take a selfie and keep looking at it until you hate it LOL so i kinda gave up. hopefully it makes sense and hopefully you guys like it anyway :) âĄ
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you're on rafe's bed scrolling through your phone when he walks in with that stupid smirk, holding something between his fingers.
"what," you say without looking up.
"so... topper gave me these." the mattress dips as rafe sits, his weight pulling you slightly toward him. you glance up and see the tiny golden honey packets catch the light as he turns them between his fingers.
you actually laugh. "oh my god, rafe. are you serious?" you sit up straighter, grinning at him. "those don't even work. you know that right?"
"nah, i meanâ"
"it's honey... it's literally just honey in some fancy ass packet. topper probably paid like thirty bucks for two dollars worth of honey because some instagram ad told him it would turn him into a porn star." you're fully laughing now, years of giving each other shit making this easy. you reach out and flick one of the packets in his hand. "you actually believe that shit?"
"listenâ" rafe tries, but there's that smile tugging at his mouth because he knows you're gonna dog him for this. he shifts closer, his knee bumping against your leg.
"no, seriously, i need to know how much money topper wasted on honey packets." you push at his shoulder, invested in roasting him. "remember those gas station dick pills he got last summer?"
"alright, alrightâ" rafe's laughing too, shaking his head, catching your hand before you can push him again. his fingers wrap around your wrist for just a second before letting go. "you're not wrong."
"i'm never wrong about topper being an idiot." you settle back against his pillows, satisfied, tucking your legs underneath you. "remember when he tried to convince us that eating raw garlic would make him better at golf? and then his breath just smelled like shit the whole time?"
"yeah, and you kicked him out of the car," rafe says, grinning, leaning back on one hand so he's angled toward you.
"because he made it smell so fucking bad. and you know whatâ now you're an idiot too for even believing this."
"yeah, butâ" rafe pauses, something shifting in his eyes. he leans forward slightly, elbows on his knees, the packets still dangling from his fingers. "i mean... c'mon. if it doesn't work, then nothin' happens, right? like literally nothin'. we'd just be sittin' here exactly like we are now."
you narrow your eyes at him. "that's your argument?"
"i'm just sayin'..." he shrugs, still holding up one of the packets, close enough now that you can see the gold foil catching the light. "if it's bullshit... then it's bullshit and we laugh about how dumb topper is. but if it's not..." he trails off, that smirk getting wider as he tilts his head.
"it is bullshit."
"probably," rafe agrees, way too casual, shifting his weight so he's sitting fully on the bed now, one leg bent, facing you. "but... what's the actual harm? you gonna tell me you're scared of honey?"
"i'm not scared of honey, i'm just not gonna waste my time on some stupidâ"
"so then try it. humor me," his voice is smooth and logical, like he's not actively trying to peer pressure you into this. he holds one of the packets out toward you, close enough that you'd only have to reach a few inches to take it. "seriously. worst case scenario? nothin' happens and you get to say 'i told you so' for the rest of the night. and you love that shit."
and you hate that he's right. you hate that that actually makes sense, because if it doesn't work then literally nothing happens. it's just honey. and you do love being right.
"this is so fucking dumb," you mutter, but you're already grinning because this is exactly the kind of stupid shit you two always end up doing together. you reach out and snatch the packet from his hand.
"yeah, probably." rafe's already tearing open a packet, squeezing the honey into his mouth like it's nothing. he swallows, then looks at you with this expectant expression, leaning in slightly. "c'monnn. prove me wrong."
"i will." you tear open your packet, very aware of how close he is, how he's watching you. the honey is sweet on your tongue, sticky as you swallow it down and look at him. "it's not gonna work."
"we'll see," rafe says, settling back against the headboard next to you, his arm brushing yours as he gets comfortable, but his eyes are still on you.
"yeah, we will," you say, going back to your phone. "and when nothing happens, you're buying me food for a week as an apology for wasting my time."
"deal," rafe says, and there's something in his voice that makes you think he's not worried about losing that bet at all.
twenty minutes later the heat starts low in your belly and spreads outward until your skin feels too tight and every nerve ending is awake. you shift and the seam of your shorts catches against you in a way that makes your breath hitchâsuddenly you're aware of how wet you're getting, the fabric sticking to you, and every tiny movement makes it worse.
your thighs press together without you meaning to and the pressure sends a pulse of need straight through your core that's so intense you have to bite the inside of your cheek. you try to focus on your phone but the words blur together and all you can think about is the throbbing between your legs, the way your pussy is clenching around nothing, how the cotton of your shirt feels too rough against your nipples.
"you good?"
your phone nearly slips from your hands when he speaks and for a second you can't catch your breath.
"yeah, i'm fine." but your voice sounds all wrongâstrained and slightly pitched up in a way that gives you away immediately.
he's silent for a moment but you can feel him looking and it makes your skin prickle with awareness, makes the heat worse.
"you sure?" there's amusement threading through his voice now, low and knowing. "i could've sworn you said it was bullshit."
"it is." you try to sound convincing but you're pressing your thighs together again and you know he can see it, can probably see the flush spreading down your neck. "it's definitely not working."
"yeah? then why are you squirmin' like that?"
your entire body goes rigid.
"i'm not squirming."
"you keep pressin' your legs together..."
"oh my god, shutupshutupshutup."
then his hand lands on your thigh and the touch burns through the thin fabric of your shorts, making your breath catch immediately, and you realize you're in trouble because just that simple contact makes you want to spread your legs and beg.
"relax, alright?" his thumb strokes back and forth and each pass makes the ache between your legs worse, makes you wetter. "just checkin' somethin'."
"checking what?"
"how full of shit you are."
his hand slides higher and your pussy throbs so hard you gaspâyou can't help it, can't control the way your body responds to him. he stops with his palm resting on your inner thigh, his fingers so close to where you're dripping that you want to grab his wrist and shove his hand where you need it.
"rafeâ"
"whattt," he mutters, all innocence, but you can hear the smugness underneath. "thought it wasn't workin'."
"it's not." but you're shaking and your voice is barely there.
his thumb strokes your inner thigh again and you feel his breath against your ear, warm and close. "but you're breathin' all hard..." his fingers brush the edge of your shorts and you can't stop the whimper that escapes because you need more, need him to touch you properly or you're going to lose your mind.
"shut up."
his fingers trace the hem and it feels like you're going to die if he doesn't touch you properly, if he keeps teasing like this. "you want me to stop?"
"no." it comes out immediately and you want to take it back but then his hand slides up and cups you through your shorts and the pressure makes your hips jerk forward into his palm without permission.
"jesusâyou're fuckin' drenched."
you areâyou can feel how wet you are, how the fabric is clinging to you, and when he presses harder you feel the slickness spread and it should embarrass you but all you can think about is getting his hand closer.
then he's yanking you toward him and suddenly you're straddling his lap and his cock is right there beneath you, thick and hard and pressing up against your pussy through too many layers of fabric. you grind down without thinking and the friction makes you gasp because it's not enough but it's something.
his hands grip your hips and guide you to move against him again and the drag of his cock against your clit through your shorts makes your head fall back, makes you chase that pressure desperately.
"look at you." his voice is strained, rougher than before. "still waitin' for you to admit it was legit."
"shut up." you grind against him harder, chasing the pressure, and his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise but you don't care because you need more.
his hand slides up your back into your hair and tugs and the sharp pull makes you gasp. his other hand moves between your bodies and presses against you through your shorts and you're so sensitive that even that makes you whimper, makes your hips roll forward seeking more contact.
"please..." you hear yourself say it and you don't even care anymore.
"please what?" he's enjoying this but his voice is rough, barely controlled. "what d'you want?"
"please touch me."
he pulls your shirt off and then your shorts and suddenly the air hits your wet pussy and you're exposed and aching and vulnerable. his hand slides between your legs and his fingers stroke through your folds and you shudder at the contact, at finally feeling his skin against you.
"jesusâ" his voice cracks and you look down to see him staring between your legs like he's never seen anything like it. "you're fuckin' drenched."
his fingers run through the wetness and when he pulls his hand back you can see how they're coated, strings of it connecting his fingers to you, and he stares at it like he's mesmerized. the sight makes you clench around nothing, makes you need him inside you.
"look at this messâ" then his fingers find your clit and you stop breathing because the pressure is perfect and you're grinding into his hand desperately, chasing the sensation.
you're making these sounds you can't controlâgasping and moaningâand you don't even care anymore because his fingers feel so good and you're so close already.
"there you go." his other hand is palming himself through his sweatpants and you can see how hard he is, can see the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "listen to yourselfâ"
then his fingers slow down and barely touch you and you whine at the loss, at the sudden absence of pressure.
"what was that thing you said?" his voice is rough and his hips jerk forward into his own hand like he can't help it. "about instagram ads?"
"rafe pleaseâ"
his fingers push inside youâtwo at onceâand you clench around them immediately, your pussy trying to pull them deeper because you need more. he curls them and presses against that spot and your entire body jerks forward, a sharp cry tearing out of you.
"shitâyou're so tightâ" his hand is shaking where he's gripping your hip and you can feel how affected he is, how much he wants this.
he does it again and you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. his thumb finds your clit while his fingers work inside you and you can't help but moan at the combination, at how good it feels to finally have him touching you like this.
"you want more?"
"ohmyâpleaseyesâ"
"c'mon, ask me nice."
"pleaseplease i need moreâ"
"yeah? need what?"
"your mouth." it comes out desperate and broken. "need your mouth on me."
he groans and the sound is all raw and broken like just hearing you say the words is fueling him, like he's been waiting to hear it. he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean and watching his eyes roll back makes something flip in your stomach because he looks needy for it already.
then he's pushing you down onto your back and the sheets are cool for half a second before his hands are spreading your thighs wide and his mouth is on you andâ
your back arches off the bed before you can stop it. a sharp gasp tears out of you and your hands fly to his hair, gripping tight because you need something to hold onto. the groan he makes vibrates straight through your clit and you whimper, your hips bucking up involuntarily.
his tongue pushes inside you and you weren't expecting thatâweren't expecting the wet heat of it or how deep he'd go or the obscene sound it makes when he does. your hips jerk up and he groans again, louder this time, like he's the one being overwhelmed.
you look down and oh godâ
his face is buried between your legs, his jaw working as his tongue moves inside you, and his chin is already shiny and dripping with you. when his eyes flick up to meet yours there's something feral in them, something you've never seen before. this isn't calm, collected rafe who always has a smirk and a comeback ready. this is rafe completely undone, his pupils blown so wide his eyes look black, his mouth slack and wet and desperate as he stares at you like he's starving.
but that's not what makes you forget how to breathe.
his other hand is palming himself through his sweatpants, his hips grinding forward into his own hand in these short, desperate thrusts, and you can see the outline of his cock straining against the fabricâthick and hard and so obvious it's obscene. there's already a wet spot forming where he's leaking through and you can't stop staring, can't stop noticing how his shoulders are trembling, how his free hand is gripping your thigh so hard you know there'll be bruises, how his breathing is ragged and uneven against your pussy.
rafe was always so controlled, always the one with the upper hand, the one who stayed calm no matter what. but right now he looks frantic, completely gone, and it's because of you.
you want to touch him, want to wrap your hand around his cock and feel the weight of him and taste him and watch him fall apart under your mouth the way you're falling apart under his.
then his tongue drags up through your folds so slow like he's savoring the taste and the thought dissolves into nothing.
"ohâ" you gasp and your hips buck up, seeking more. "oh godâ"
he does it againâlicks you from your entrance all the way up to your clit and then circles it with his tongue, teasingâand you whimper. your hands tighten in his hair and you pull him closer without meaning to and he groans like that's exactly what he wanted, like he needs you to use him.
"you tasteâ" he pulls back just enough to breathe and his voice is completely shot, wrecked in a way you've never heard before. his hand is still working himself, his hips still jerking forward. "so fuckin' goodâ"
then his mouth is back on you and his fingers push insideâtwo, then threeâand the stretch makes you cry out because he's not gentle, he's messy and desperate, his tongue lapping at your clit while his fingers curl inside you. the wet sounds should embarrass you but you're too far gone to care, too focused on the way he's devouring you.
"listen to thatâ" his voice is muffled against you and you can feel his lips moving, can feel the vibration. "so fuckin' messyâ"
his hand is still working himself and his hips are still grinding forward and you can see how badly he's shaking, can see his jaw tighten and his eyes squeeze shut for a second like he's trying to hold himself together. when they open again and lock on yours they're needy and pleading and desperate.
he's looking at you like he's memorizing youâhis gaze drags up from where his mouth is on you, over your stomach, your tits, your mouth. he's staring at your face like he needs to see every reaction, every gasp, every time your eyes flutter closed, and the intensity of it makes your breath catch.
"rafeâ" your voice breaks and you can barely get the words out. "oh my godâ"
he pulls back just enough to breathe and his chin is dripping, his lips swollen and shiny and his pupils are so blown you can barely see the blue. "y'gonna cum for me?"
then his mouth seals around your clit and sucks hard and his fingers curl inside you and press against that spot and everything goes white.
"yesâfuckâyesâ"
it hits you and your entire body convulses, your hands gripping his hair so tight it has to hurt but you're pulling him closer as your hips buck up against his face. you're sobbing his name and he doesn't pull awayâhe keeps his mouth on you through all of it, drawing it out, groaning against you like he can't get enough, his hips still grinding into his hand like watching you come is almost enough to make him lose it too.
when he finally pulls back his face is a messâhis chin is shiny and dripping, his lips swollen and red. his hand leaves his cock and you can see how hard he is, the outline obscene against his sweatpants, a wet spot spreading where he's leaking, and suddenly you need to taste him, need to make him fall apart the way he just made you fall apart.
"my turn."
you're pushing him before he can react and he's so surprised he lets you flip him onto his back, his eyes going wide as you move down his body, your hands already reaching for his sweatpants.
"waitâ"
"shut up." you yank his sweatpants down and his cock springs free and jesus christâit's thick and flushed dark, curving up toward his stomach, pre-cum dripping steadily from the slit. you watch it drip down his shaft and your mouth waters because you need to taste him.
"fuckâ" his voice cracks when your hand wraps around him and he's so hard, so hot in your palm, and when you stroke up his entire body jerks like he's been electrocuted. "oh fuckâ"
you lean down and lick the pre-cum from his tip and the taste of himâsalty and clean and himâmakes you moan. his hips buck up and he whimpers, the sound high and broken.
"shitâwaitâi can'tâ"
"yeah you can." you lick up his shaft, following the trail of pre-cum, and his hands fly to the sheets and grip tight, his knuckles going white.
you wrap your lips around the head and suck and the sound he makes is this half moan, half growl that goes straight between your legs. you take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks, and his cock throbs on your tongue, leaking more pre-cum.
"shitâ" his voice is wrecked, barely recognizable. "fuckin' love your mouthâ"
you pull off with a wet pop and stroke him with your hand, watching more pre-cum leak from the tip, watching the way his abs flex and his hips jerk up seeking more. "god, you're so easy."
"yeah? so fuckin' what."
you take him deep again, as far as you can, and his hips thrust up involuntarily, pushing him deeper. you gag slightly but don't pull off, just relax your throat and take him deeper, and his hands fly to your hair.
"fuckâsorryâi'm sorryâ" but he's not pulling you off, his fingers are tangling in your hair and holding you there and you moan around him because you want this, want him to lose control.
you pull off, spit connecting your lips to his cock, and pump him with your handâfast and tight and slick. you take him deep again and this time when his hips thrust up you meet him, taking him into your throat. the groan he makes is almost anguished, desperate and raw, and you set a rhythm, bobbing your head, taking him as deep as you can while his hips start moving, fucking up into your mouth in shallow thrusts.
"oh fuckâoh fuckâ" his voice is breaking, cracking on every word.
but then his hands are pulling you off and he's gasping, his chest heaving. "fuckâwaitâi'm gonnaâ"
"that's the point."
"noâ" he's pulling you up his body and his hands are shaking, trembling as they grip you. "not yetâneed to fuck you."
his cock is pressed between your bodies, hot and slick and throbbing, and you can feel more pre-cum leaking onto your stomach. you grind against him and he groans, the sound pained.
"godâ" you reach between your bodies and wrap your hand around him and stroke, feeling how hard he is, how much he's leaking. "you're shaking."
"yeahâ" his voice breaks and his hips jerk up into your hand. "yeah i'm fuckin' shakin'âyou have no ideaâ"
you position him at your entrance and sink down slowly and the stretch makes you both moan because he's so thick, filling you so completely, and from this angle he's so deep you can feel him everywhere.
"oh fuckâ" his hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise and his entire body is trembling beneath you. "oh fuck you're tightâso. fuckin'. wetâ"
you start moving and the slide of him inside you is perfectâyou can feel every ridge, every vein, the way he throbs when you clench around him. you brace your hands on his chest and his heart is slamming against your palms, fast and erratic and out of control.
"look at you," you manage, even though you can barely breathe. "thought you were gonna be in control."
he thrusts up hard and the argument dies in your throat, replaced by a gasp.
"yeah?" his voice is strained, barely there. "you were sayin'?"
but you can see the flush spreading down his neck, the way his shoulders are tensed like he's holding himself back, and you know he's just as ruined as you are.
you ride him harder, faster, chasing the feeling building in your core. the wet sounds are so fucking obsceneâslap slap slap, squelch squelch squelchâand you can feel your arousal dripping down his shaft, coating his balls, making everything slick and messy.
"fuckkkkâ" he's watching where you're joined and his voice breaks, his jaw completely slack as he stares. you grind down in a circle and he whimpers, the sound all high and broken. "topper's never gonna believe this shit." he laughsâbreathless and brokenâand you feel it vibrate through his chest.
"are you seriously thinking about topper right now?"
"tryin' not to." you clench around him and watch his head tip back, his throat exposed, a groan tearing out of him that sounds almost pained. "but shitâyou owe him a fuckin' thank you card."
the angle drives him so deep you feel it in your stomach and suddenly you're not thinking about topper anymoreâyou're thinking about the drag of his cock inside you, the wet sounds that match your rhythm, how his fingers are digging into your hips hard enough to leave purple marks.
his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit and the pressure makes your movements stutter, makes you lose your rhythm because you can't focus on anything except the fullness of him stretching you and the tight heat building low in your belly.
"oh my godâ"
"there you go." he mutters, voice all low and shaky, and you can see sweat dripping down his temples, can see his abs flexing with every thrust up into you. "'s what i wanna see."
you grind down and take him deeper and his hips jerk up to meet you and you're both slick with sweat now, your bodies sliding together. you can feel the heat radiating off him, can feel his other hand find your breast and squeeze, his palm damp against your skin.
"so fullâ" you gasp it out because you can barely form words. "can feel you everywhereâ"
"yeah?" he thrusts up harder and you watch his biceps flex as he grips you tighter, watch the way his muscles coil. "y'like feelin' how deep i am?"
"yesâfuck yesâ"
you roll your hips and he whimpers and you realize you're the one making him sound like that, you're the one unraveling him. his composure is completely goneâhe's gripping you like he's drowning, his fingers digging in, and there's something raw in the way he's looking at you. pupils blown wide, mouth hanging open.
"you're so fuckin' tight." his hands grip your ass now and his fingers dig in hard enough to bruise, hard enough to sting. "you keep squeezin' me like that and i'm gonnaâgonna cum."
"already?"
"shut upâyou're the one who'sâlook at youâyou can barelyâ" his voice breaks when you clench around him again and his jaw goes slack, his eyes rolling back. he's right thoughâyou're gasping and your movements are getting frantic and his fingers find your clit again and suddenly you're close, so close you can feel it building.
"rafeâ" your voice breaks and you can barely get his name out. "i'm gonnaâ"
"yeah?" his hips are bucking up desperately now and you can feel him throbbing inside you, can feel how close he is too. "do itâwanna feel youâneed to feel itâ"
his fingers work your clit in tight circles and you come so hard you're seeing stars, clenching around him in waves, your body convulsing as his hips buck up against you, prolonging it.
you're still moving, still riding him through it because you can't stop, and he's falling apart beneath youâhis grip on you tightening, his breathing ragged. then his hands are gripping your hips hard and he's flipping you and you barely process the change before you're on your stomach and he's entering you from behind in one brutal thrust that makes you scream into the sheets.
"fuckâ"
his arm hooks around your neck and he's pulling you back against his chest, fucking into you so hard you can barely think, can barely breathe. his forearm is solid against your throat, the weight of it holding you exactly where he wants you, and his other hand finds your clit and rubs tight circles. you're squirming against him, trying to escape the intensity but he's holding you so tight you can hardly move.
the sounds are so nastyâthe wet slapping, the squelch with every thrust, your moans and his grunts mixing together.
"rafeâ" you're gasping, barely able to form words. "it's too muchâ"
his hips snap forward hard and you feel his teeth graze your shoulder before biting down, his fingers pressing harder on your clit. "nahâc'mon you can take it."
"fuckâpleasepleasepleaseâ"
his next thrust goes so deep you can't breathe and your body goes rigid for a second before your back arches involuntarily, your ass pressing back into him hard enough that he groans. the angle sends everything white-hot through you and your thighs clench.
"ahâahâfuckâ" the sounds punch out of you with every thrust and you can't stop them. he sounds so fucking good right now. the way he's rutting into you like he's been wanting to do this, like he's finally letting himself have you, makes you even wetter.
"every. last. inch." his voice is low and rough in your ear. "just like thisâ"
"that's itâ" his arm flexes around your neck and pulls you tighter against his chest. you can feel his collarbone digging into your shoulder blade, the solid heat of him pressed against every inch of your back. "fuck yourself back on my cock."
you do it without thinking, meeting his thrusts, and the angle makes him go even deeper. "oh godâfuckâyou're so fucking deepâ" your thighs are shaking.
"you like this?" his breath is hot against your ear and his voice is wrecked, barely controlled. "like me fuckin' you like this?"
"yesyesyesâ" it comes out broken between thrusts.
"yeah?" he thrusts harder and you can hear how wet you are with every movement, can hear the obscene squelch. "listen to thatâso fuckin' messyâdrippin' all over meâ"
your nails dig into his forearm and you feel the flex of muscle beneath your fingers, the way his tendons shift with every movement. his hips slow and grind deep instead of thrusting and you feel every inch of him, the pressure maddening, his cock dragging against that spongy spot inside you with every slow roll of his body.
"tell me i was right." his voice drops lower, more guttural, and his rhythm falters before he regains control and fucks into you with renewed desperation. you can feel the tension in his shoulders, the way his whole body is coiled tight.
"iâ" you sob it and tears stream down your face because it's too much, because you can't think. "fuckâ"
"say it." his hips slam forward hard enough to push you into the mattress. "say it. need to hear you say it."
"i was wrongâ" you sob it out, your voice breaking. "okay? i was wrongâ"
"that's not what i said." his arm flexes around your throat and his hips grind deep, so deep you feel it everywhere. "tell me i was right."
"godâfuck, you were right." you're clenching around him with every thrust, your body betraying you. "you were right about everythingâ"
"yeah i fuckin' wasâ" he groans against your neck and his control finally cracks, his hips snapping forward brutally now, chasing his release, his rhythm completely gone. you feel his arm tighten around your neck as he pulls you back onto him with each thrust and the angle shifts and suddenly he's hitting so deep you see stars. "you gonna remember that? gonna remember how good i fuck you?"
"yesâyes i'll rememberâi'll neverâforget it."
and just like that you're coming again, clenching around him so tight it's almost painful, gushing around him and soaking everything. and even still he's fucking you through it, his arm around your neck holding you in place.
"keep fuckin' takin' itâ"
"i'm taking itâ" you sob, tears streaming down your face. "fuck i'm taking itâ"
his rhythm is erratic now and desperate and you can feel him getting harder inside you, the way his cock swells right before he comes, and you want it, need to feel him come inside you.
"wanna feel youâwanna feel you come inside meâ"
then he's pulling out suddenly and flipping you again and you're on your back and he's on top and he's slamming back inside in one brutal thrust that makes you both cry out.
"look at me." his hand grips your jaw and forces you to meet his eyes and there's something desperate in them, something that feels vulnerable and unlike anything you've ever seen on his face. your heart clenches at the sight of it and you don't look away, not for a second. "need to see you."
he's pushing deep, deeper than before, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
"fuckâ" his voice breaks and cracks. "fuck i'm gonnaâi'mâ"
then he's spilling inside you, his entire body locking up. you feel itâthe first pulse of his cock, then another, then another. the heat of his cum flooding inside you, filling you, and it's so much. he's groaning your name against your neckâa sound that's almost anguishedâand you can feel every pulse as he empties himself inside you, his hips jerking forward with each spasm like he can't help it, like his body is trying to get deeper even though there's nowhere left to go.
the sensation triggers something in you and suddenly you're coming again, clenching around him, milking him, taking every drop. you're sobbing as you come and rafe is holding you so tight, his arms wrapped around you, his fingers digging into your back.
you can feel his cum inside you, hot and thick, can feel it leaking out around his cock because there's so much. your pussy clenches again and he whimpers against your neck, the sound vulnerable and raw.
his movements slow and become gentle but you can still feel him throbbing inside you and the aftershocks running through both of you. his full weight settles on you and you can feel his heartbeat slamming against your chestâfast and erratic. sweat is cooling on your skin but inside you're still burning, still feeling the heat of him.
"jeâ" his voice is rough, barely there. "jesus fucking christâ"
he stops like there's something he was about to say and swallowed it. his face is buried in your neck and his arms are wrapped around you so tight you can barely breathe. you can feel his pulse against your collarbone where his throat presses into you.
you wonder what he was going to say.
you're both gasping for air and your legs are still wrapped around his waist, holding him close.
he's not pulling outâhe's staying inside you and softening but still there, still connected. his full weight is pressing you into the bed and you can feel his cum leaking out around him, dripping down your thighs, making everything even messier. the sheets beneath you are soaked.
you can feel the honey packet still working through your systemâthe warmth that hasn't faded, the need is still there simmering under your skin.
you shift slightly and you feel him getting hard again almost immediately. he groans against your neck and the sound is surprised and almost pained.
"oh my god. already?"
your hips roll without meaning to and you feel him thickening inside you and he shudders, his arms tightening around you. you can feel the tension returning to his shoulders, the way his muscles coil.
"yeah."
you clench around his hardening cock and he makes this soundâhalf groan, half whimper.
he pulls back just enough to look at you and his hips press forwardâa slow thrust that's all the way in that makes your breath catch. there's this look on his face, something softer than before like something changed between you. his hair is damp and sticking to his forehead and there's a flush spreading down his neck.
"told you."
but the teasing sounds different nowâless about winning, more about something else. something you're not quite ready to admit yet.
you want to argue but he's grinding into you in slow circles that make your eyes flutter closed and your body is already desperate for more.
"oh fuck you."
but you're smiling. your legs wrap around his waist and pull him deeper and he laughsâsoft and raggedâbefore his mouth finds yours.
he's kissing youâactually kissing you for the first time tonight. his lips are softer than you expected and he tastes like sweat and a little sweet from the honey. his tongue licks into your mouth, messy and urgent and perfect, the warmth of it making you melt into him. you're already grinding up into him and your hands are in his hair pulling him closer.
his hips start building a real rhythm again, slow at first but building, and you're so sensitive that every thrust makes you whimper into his mouth. his hand slides between your bodies, his fingers gently beginning to work your clit and you gasp into his mouth.
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead pressed against yours, his voice low and rough.
"gonna fuck you all night."
đ/đ§: i hope you guys like this one!! i'm ngl i'm kinda scared this one's gonna flop because i know people usually aren't as into the best friends to lovers trope as they are older!bf. i usually write things that have some kind of taboo element, and i really enjoy writing power imbalances and other weird shit like that, so this was definitely a step out of my comfort zone. i kept trying to figure out a best friends premise that didn't feel generic or boring, and i wanted to write a version of canon rafe that felt a little different without making him feel out of character. i hope you guys enjoy this version of him :) sometimes i like imagining season one rafe if he wasn't actively losing his shit lol.
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