I feel like boxer!rafe would be the kind of guy who would like drag you away from stores after a long day of you draining his wallet. (Smut!! Closer to the end!!)
And no, Rafe’s not an evil boyfriend, he’d buy you the world if he could. He’s just tired from his matches earlier that day, he’d went all out. Obviously, you had your own money, but why spend yours when you could spend his?
Rafe would’ve been patient through the first few stores, then you saw a thrift store (of course he let you in there, he had to), then you saw a designer shoe store, and you looked up at him all sweetly and innocent before dropping the fact that you’ve been wanting Miss Z’s since forever.
He looked up to the sky and exhaled as if he was looking for patience,”Seriously?”
And you nodded aggressively,”Yesyesyes!”
He looked at you, and sighed,”I really can’t say no can I?”
You grabbed his arm,”Nope!”
And he let you walk him there. You went straight to the Louboutin section, then got the shoes in your size—but wait—the Dior section looked good, so you browsed. Rafe ended up choosing one out for you, it was a pair of Adiorable slingback pumps.
You narrowed your eyes,”I thought you didn’t wanna come in here, Ray?”
He looked at you and shrugged,”Didn’t, but you’d just look good in these soo pshhh.”
Then you started tickling him, and he started tickling you back, and then he joked that he’d run out on you then you stopped…then hit his arm as your proof of winning. He just rolled his eyes.
After a quick snack at a cute bakery you said you had to try because well the cinnamon rolls looked good (Rafe was hungry so he went in there with joy), you stumbled across a boutique.
You weren’t really a reseller, you just wanted some stuff to inspire you on your next estate sale or Depop search for your own boutique. Rafe seemed to be distracted, so if you walked in there before he could see…then well he’d come find you and he’d have to pay.
But he saw and paused, and gave you a sideways glance and chuckled,”Seriously?”
You pretended not to hear him, already two steps to the door.
“Uh-uh. I love you, but not on my watch.”
In three long strides he caught up, grabbing you by the waist rom behind gently and picking you up and setting you back on track, well after kissing you silly of course.
You giggled,”Just one more!”
Rafe grabbed your face lightly with both hands and matched your tone of voice,”That’s what you said two stores ago, baby!”
You rolled your eyes,”Fine.”
He stepped in beside you, draping an arm on your shoulder,”There’s always gonna be more shopping. How many things do you have waiting on that wishlist of yours?”
You thought for a second.
“I don’t know, I lost count.”
He nodded,”Perfext. I’ll buy all that. You give me the list and we go buy ‘em. But I gotta save my wallet. I have a chip coming up, and it’s big money.”
“I could buy you the world and more, Y/n”
You kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear in a sultry tone,” You better win, buster.”
He inhaled sharply,”Don’t talk like that.”
You giggled,”What do you mean?”
He opened the passenger side door, he tapped your ass softly. You turned around and stuck your tongue out. He went round the other side. You guys sat there.
Then you leaned over the console and whispered in his ear,”This voice, Rafe?”
He tossed his head back and ran his hand over his face,”Damn…”
The drive home was quiet, but the air between you still was heavy with tension. Rafe kept glancing over at you, cheeks a little flushed, one hand resting on your thigh like he needed the contact. That sultry whisper in his ear had clearly done its job.
By the time you got inside, he was already soft-eyed and pliant. You pushed him gently back against the closed door and kissed him slow and deep, tasting the faint salt of his post-fight exhaustion. He melted into it immediately, hands settling lightly on your waist instead of gripping hard.
“You’ve been so good to me today,” you murmured against his lips, sliding your hands under his sweatshirt to trace the ridges of his abs. “Carrying all my bags. Letting me drag you around. My big strong boxer… all tired and sweet for me now.”
Rafe let out a shaky breath, head tipping back against the door. “Baby…”
You tugged his sweatshirt off, kissing down his chest as you went. When you nipped lightly at his collarbone he whimpered—actually whimpered—and the sound went straight between your legs.
“Bedroom,” you said softly, taking his hand.
He followed without protest, letting you guide him. Once you had him sitting on the edge of the bed, you straddled his lap, cupping his face in both hands. His eyes were heavy-lidded, lips parted, already breathing harder.
“Can I take care of you tonight?” you asked, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone.
He nodded quickly, cheeks pink. “Yeah… yeah, please.”
You kissed him again, slower this time, grinding gently in his lap while your fingers worked open his jeans. When you freed his cock, it was already leaking at the tip, flushed and heavy against his stomach. Rafe hissed when you wrapped your hand around him, stroking lazily.
“Feels so good,” he mumbled, hips twitching up into your fist. “Don’t tease me too much tonight, I’m already—”
You pushed him back until he was lying down, then stripped the rest of his clothes off, followed by your own. Climbing back on top, you rubbed yourself along his length, coating him in your wetness. Rafe’s hands fisted the sheets, eyes fixed on where your bodies were almost joined.
“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking just a little. It was rare to hear him like this—needy, unguarded, completely at your mercy—and it made you ache.
You sank down onto him inch by inch, both of you moaning softly. Once he was fully inside, you stayed still for a moment, just feeling him throb, and leaned forward to kiss him again. Sweet, lingering kisses while you started rolling your hips in slow, deep circles.
Rafe’s head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat. “Fuck… you’re so warm. So tight. I love when you ride me like this.”
You smiled, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Yeah? You like letting me use you after you’ve been such a good boy all day?”
He nodded frantically, hands sliding up to rest on your hips—not guiding, just holding on. You kept the pace languid and playful, grinding down every time he bottomed out, occasionally leaning down to suck little marks onto his chest and shoulders. Every soft moan and whimper he gave you was gold.
When you sat up again and started bouncing a little faster, his eyes fluttered shut.
“Look at me, baby,” you coaxed.
He did, gaze glassy and adoring. “Gonna cum soon if you keep doing that… feels too good.”
“Not yet,” you teased lightly, slowing down again until he was whining beneath you, hips chasing yours. “Want to play a little longer. You can hold it for me, can’t you?”
Rafe nodded, biting his lip hard. “I can… I will. For you.”
You rewarded him by reaching down to rub your clit while still moving on his cock, letting him watch. His breaths came quicker, chest rising and falling, but he stayed perfectly obedient, letting you set the pace.
Eventually you took pity on him, leaning down to kiss him messily as you rode him harder.
“Cum with me,” you whispered against his mouth.
Rafe’s arms wrapped around your back, holding you close as he finally let go—thick, warm pulses deep inside you while he moaned your name like a prayer. The feeling pushed you over the edge right after him, trembling on top of him as pleasure washed through you in soft, rolling waves.
You stayed like that for a long time afterward, still connected, trading lazy kisses and gentle touches. Rafe’s hands stroked up and down your spine, his voice sleepy and content when he finally spoke.
“Love you spoiling me sometimes too,” he admitted quietly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Especially after a day like today.”
You smiled, nuzzling into his neck. “Good. Because I’m nowhere near done taking care of my tired boxer tonight.”
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