Homecoming | Military!Rafe ♡ FEM READER !
Warnings: Dirty Talk, breeding kink, mommy/daddy kink, choking, face sitting, oral sex (reader receiving), missionary position & aftercare
Note: I wrote this based on experiences I've seen in movies. I don't know how military recruitment works in the United States because it's not my country, but I researched and did my best. (I wish I had a man like that in my life)
The past few months had been a test of physical and emotional endurance. The empty side of the bed seemed larger with every passing night, turning the bedroom into a sanctuary of memories. In your moments of deepest longing, you found yourself surrendered to his closet, burying your face in the linen shirts and heavy coats that still held the trail of Rafe’s woody cologne. It was the only way to feel, even if for a second, the warmth of that embrace that always seemed to be your only safe place in the world.
The Rafe the world knew was impetuous and complicated, but your Rafe, the man who wore that uniform with a weight on his shoulders that only you understood, was your other half. And today, finally, the calendar would no longer be your enemy.
You took care of every detail. The chosen dress hugged your curves strategically, your skin was soft and scented, and the dinner wafted a delicious aroma through the house. The sound of the key turning in the lock made your heart race, pounding against your ribs as if it wanted to jump out.
When the door opened, Rafe’s tall and imposing figure appeared in the doorway. He looked more robust, with a sharp jawline and the tired gaze of someone who had seen too much, but the spark in his eyes upon finding you was instantaneous. Rafe dropped the canvas backpack on the floor without any care, the heavy sound of military gear echoing in the hallway as he took long strides toward you.
"You have no idea how much I prayed for this moment."
His voice came out husky, carried by an urgency that sent shivers from your neck to your toes. Before you could respond, his large hands, still rough from the rigor of training, cupped your face with a possessiveness that made you sigh. The contact of his skin against yours was feverish.
"I smelled your scent in every dream I had in that damn camp."
He didn’t wait for anything else. Rafe sealed his lips to yours with a desperate hunger, a kiss that mixed the pain of distance with the chaotic relief of return. It was a brute contact, yet loaded with deep adoration. As his hands slid down your back, pulling your body against the rigid fabric of the uniform, you realized that dinner could wait. The soldier was home, and he had much more intense plans for the rest of the night.
His kiss was like a fire you had no intention of putting out. While Rafe’s hands mapped your body with a possessive haste, you noticed a distinct change under the fabric of the uniform. His arms, which were already firm, now seemed carved in stone, his biceps tensed against the wide sleeves revealing a brute strength he clearly acquired in the field. Seeing your husband in that state, so absurdly attractive, brought a satisfaction that warmed your chest. You really were a lucky woman to have that man all to yourself.
The intensity of the kiss tore low moans from your throat, sounds that seemed like music to his ears. Rafe broke the lip contact only to wrap you with a renewed strength, his hands moving down to your thighs and lifting you off the floor as if you weighed absolutely nothing. The ease with which he physically dominated you made your blood boil. With the little air left in your lungs, you pressed your forehead against his, trying to process reality.
"I can’t believe you’re back here, honey."
The whisper came out broken by desire. You hugged him tightly, digging your nails slightly into his broad shoulders, in a gesture that mixed the tenderness of the reunion with the sexual tension that was about to explode. Rafe squeezed you even tighter against his chest, the heat of his body piercing through the layers of clothing.
"Believe it, because I’m not going anywhere tonight."
He hissed the words against your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and light bites on the sensitive skin of your nape. The scent of leather, asphalt, and his natural musk flooded your nostrils.
"I spent every night awake thinking about what it would be like to touch you again, what it would be like to hear you calling my name."
Without putting you down, he began walking toward the bedroom, his heavy and determined footsteps echoing through the house. The dinner you prepared with such care would have to wait, because Rafe's appetite now was purely focused on you. He tossed you onto the soft sheets with an agility that left you breathless, quickly positioning himself between your legs as he began to undo the buttons of his uniform, his eyes fixed on yours, as if he wanted to devour you.
Rafe's weight on you was crushing in the best way possible, an anchor of reality proving he was finally there. He pinned you against the mattress with an authority that seemed to want to fuse your body to his, muscular arms flanking your head as he devoured you with his gaze. The urgency in his movements was contagious, his hands acting with impatient dexterity to get rid of any barrier that still existed between you.
Your skin seemed to catch fire at every touch, a trail of electricity accompanying the sound of clothing being discarded carelessly on the bedroom floor. Rafe undressed with impressive speed, revealing a physique even more imposing and marked by military rigor, before turning his attention to your dress. With a firm and determined move, he slid the fabric away, revealing what you had hidden underneath with so much planning.
"Fuck, so we’re going to inaugurate this new lingerie."
His voice came out as a low growl, loaded with raw lust as his eyes traveled over every detail of the fine lace hugging your curves. The set was so delicate and transparent that it barely offered any resistance to his hungry gaze, leaving almost everything exposed under the soft light of the lamp.
Rafe ran his thumb along the edge of the fabric, feeling the texture of the lace against your soft skin, and you could see his self-control slipping away in seconds. He was no longer just your husband coming home; he was a man who spent months in deprivation and now had his entire world right there, vulnerable and longing under his command.
"I’m not going to have the patience to be gentle with you today, my pretty girl."
He whispered into your ear, his hot breath causing goosebumps all over your body as one of his hands moved up your thigh, squeezing the flesh with a possessiveness that made you completely lose your breath. The soldier was back, and he was ready to take back what was his.
The lace panties were no match for his impatience. Rafe slid them down your legs with a rough tug, his large and calloused hands leaving reddish marks on your skin, a contrast he always loved to observe. He knew every inch of your body, remembered every curve he used to bite until he heard you beg, and now, with his blood boiling and desire accumulated from months of distance, he had no intention of letting you escape.
His eyes were dark, focused entirely on what was between your legs; your pussy was so wet. Without wasting time, he settled between your knees, pulling your body to the edge of the bed with a brute force that made the mattress creak.
His voice accepted no questions. It was a dry command mixing with the depravity of a man who desperately needed your flavor. Rafe wanted to be suffocated by you, wanted to feel the weight of your hips against his face and the taste of that hot pussy he so idolized.
You obeyed, moved by the heat emanating from him, and when you lowered yourself over his face, you felt Rafe's hot, rough tongue find you with a savage voracity. He gripped your buttocks with both hands, burying his fingers into the flesh with force, while he devoured you as if that were his only source of oxygen. The sound of wet smacks and his heavy breathing against your pussy made you lose your ground, while he used his mouth with obscene skill.
Your hips acted on their own, in a frantic rhythm that forced him to swallow every drop of your pleasure. You were drowning over his face, rubbing your drenched pussy against Rafe’s mouth, feeling the heat of his breath against your sensitive skin. His cock was throbbing, stretched and hard as stone just from the horniness of being used by you in such a low way.
"Oh my god, fuck, yes... just like that."
The cry came torn from your throat as you gripped the headboard tightly, your knuckles white from the tension. His tongue gave no truce, whipping your clitoris with a malice that made you lose your senses. Rafe didn't have a shred of pity; he shoved his face hard against you, getting himself completely messy, wanting to feel every drop, while the sound of wet smacks filled the room.
With his smooth face, his skin slid even more easily against your pussy, allowing him to rub his face into you without any barrier, focusing only on the direct and wet contact that pushed you to the limit. You felt the weight of his hands squeezing your thighs, keeping you pinned in place while he delighted in your desperation.
His laughter vibrated directly on your clitoris, a low and naughty tremor that made your legs weaken. Rafe knew exactly what he was doing, and the muffled sound against your wet flesh only served to push you closer to the abyss. You leaned back, seeking balance while bracing your hands firmly on his knees, feeling the rigid muscles under your palms.
Now, you were riding his face, dictating the pace of that madness. Your hips moved with a sinful urgency, and Rafe wasn't far behind, using his tongue with brute force to keep up with your every move. He looked up at you, his eyes glazed over your pleasure, while you rubbed yourself willingly, opening yourself entirely to the man you had desired during all those months of loneliness.
All that waiting time had left you on the edge of sanity, and your body reacted to every touch from Rafe with an almost painful sensitivity. You remembered well the lonely nights when you turned to the vibrator he had given you as a gift before leaving, desperately trying to soothe the void he left. The toy helped pass the time, but it was nothing more than a pale and cold substitute. Nothing, absolutely nothing, came close to the electricity running through your blood when it was him who was there.
No motor or artificial vibration could replicate the pressure of Rafe's large hands, the heat of his breath, or the possessive way he dominated you. While you rode his face, feeling sweat begin to break out on your skin, the realization that you finally had your man back drove you out of your mind.
"Nothing compares to you, baby."
The whisper escaped between your teeth as you felt the peak approaching, a wave of pleasure much deeper and more visceral than anything you had felt alone. Rafe noticed your surrender and intensified the work, his hands squeezing your thighs so hard that you knew the marks of his fingers would be your medals of honor the next morning. He knew you completely; he knew exactly where to squeeze and how to lick to make you crumble.
But of course, he wasn't going to let you come now. Rafe had always been a master at taking you to the edge and leaving you hanging, and he still needed to relieve the ache of his own cock that pulsed desperately for you. With a brute and precise move, he lifted and flipped you on the bed with an ease that left you dizzy, pinning you against the mattress again, only now you were facing him, feeling the weight of his body crushing you.
"You didn’t think I’d let you come now, did you?"
He spoke with that naughty tone, a smirk on his lips as he positioned himself over you again. His eyes sparkled with that dangerous fun only Rafe had.
You replied between short laughs and gasps, struggling to catch your breath while your bodies caught fire. Deep down, you loved that game of his, the way Rafe controlled every second of your pleasure.
"I want to fuck you just like this, looking at this little face, pretty girl."
His voice grew deeper, almost a growl, as he stroked his own cock with one hand, looking down at the member covered in veins and completely erect. He made sure you saw the state you had left him in, how big he was and ready to tear you in half.
Rafe wanted you to understand the size of the problem you had gotten yourself into, and by the look on his face, he wasn't going to have any mercy when he finally entered. He gave a thrust in the air, just so you could feel the tip of it poking your drenched entrance, while his other hand moved up to hold your neck with a possessive firmness, forcing you to face the pure desire emanating from him.
The moment he positioned himself and pushed in all at once, filling every inch of you, you felt like you were going crazy. The sensation of his cock, thick and hot, tearing through your emptiness and settling inside was a shock. You couldn't hold it back; your head tilted back and the cry of pleasure came out torn, a loud and long moan that echoed through the walls of the room.
You didn't give a fuck about the neighbors, the time, or anything else besides the delicious pressure of having Rafe back inside you. It was a necessary, brute, and possessive invasion, exactly the way you imagined every lonely night.
Rafe growled against your ear, his voice loaded with a cruel satisfaction as he began to move. Every thrust was deep, making your body shake against the mattress and the wet sound of sex fill the silence of the house. He held your neck with a force that would leave marks, keeping you in place so he could fuck you with all the anger and longing he accumulated in the army.
Every time he slammed against you, the pleasure was so intense your vision blurred, and you could only dig your nails into his strong arms, silently begging him to never stop.
Rafe was squeezing your neck with a force that bordered on the limit, almost a strangulation that left you breathless and completely surrendered. He was a pervert, a maniac for your body, but that obsession was exclusive, a dirty secret that only belonged to the two of you. His eyes were fixed on yours while he bombarded you with thrusts that seemed to want to reach your soul.
"You’re going to give me beautiful children, aren’t you, baby?"
The question came out as an order, his voice vibrating against your skin. You could barely articulate a word, the air disappearing between the grip on your throat and the brute invasion down below, but he didn't need a verbal response. The way you thrashed, moaning like a needy woman desperate for every inch of that cock, already told him everything he wanted to hear. You were under his command, and he knew it.
"You'd look even hotter with these breasts full of milk."
He let the sentence out without any filter, and the very image that popped into his head turned him into an animal. The idea of seeing you marked by him, carrying the fruit of that possessiveness, made him even more savage.
Rafe intensified the rhythm, turning the sex into something almost violent from the intensity. He slammed against you with blind fury, his hands now alternating between your neck and your breasts, squeezing the flesh willingly as he imagined every detail of that wicked future he just drew. You were his, and he was engraving that into every desperate moan you let out.
"Daddy missed Mommy so much."
Those words came out low, loaded with a malice that made you tremble all over under his body. He released your neck with an agonizing slowness, only so his blue eyes could descend like embers toward your breasts, which rose and fell in a frantic rhythm from lack of air. Without interrupting the heavy thrusts that made the bed creak, Rafe leaned down, attacking one of the nipples with an animal hunger.
He alternated between one breast and the other, using his tongue and teeth to tease you while his cock continued the dirty work down below, hitting the back of your womb with every strike. You felt the heat of his mouth contrasting with the sweat that was already starting to cool on your skin, and the combination was explosive.
You managed to let out the whisper between one moan and another, digging your nails into his back, feeling the soldier’s muscles contracting under your touch. The pleasure was so much that your legs, already without strength, wrapped around his waist in a gesture of pure desperation, wanting him to go even deeper.
Rafe let out a growl of satisfaction upon feeling your tightness, his hands now flat on the mattress to support an even more aggressive rhythm. He was focused on destroying you, on marking you in every possible way so that even when he had to leave again, you could still feel the trail of him inside you for days. Every movement of his was a promise that the night was just beginning and that he would have no mercy until both were exhausted and completely surrendered.
The sound coming from Rafe's throat was a low growl, turning into a drawn-out moan right at your ear. It was a husky, raw sound that carried all the weight of the abstinence of those months away. You loved hearing when he lost his tough-guy act and surrendered to the pleasure that only you could pull from him; the sound of his satisfaction was your favorite fuel.
He hissed the words with his voice failing, completely drunk on the tightness of your intimacy. His rhythm became erratic, stronger and without any control, the short and brute thrusts indicating he was reaching the limit. You felt his cock throb inside you, a hot pulsation that fired electric shocks all through your body. Your legs tightened around his waist, your fingers buried in your husband’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer, deeper.
"Rafe, I’m gonna... now, oh!"
Your cry of pleasure was the final trigger. Rafe locked his body, his back muscles becoming rigid as steel under your hands, and gave one last definitive thrust, hitting deep into your womb. It was at that impact that both of your worlds exploded. You felt the waves of orgasm hit you with an overwhelming force, making your internal walls contract desperately around him. In the same second, Rafe let out a guttural moan, a sound of pure relief and surrender, as he poured everything inside you, feeling every contraction of your pleasure.
You stayed there, united by the peak, heartbeats hammering against each other in perfect synchrony. Rafe collapsed the weight of his chest against yours, burying his face in your neck while trying to regain his breath, his body still shaking from the adrenaline dump. The silence of the bedroom was now only broken by heavy breathing and the sound of sweaty skin slowly peeling apart. He was finally home, and the void of the last few months had been filled in the most delicious way possible.
Your bodies were still stuck together by sweat, skins clinging to each other while the heat of the sex took time to subside. The feeling was one of absolute happiness, a relief that only those who have spent months away know what it’s like. You felt the relaxed weight of his body over yours and knew, by the possessive glow that still remained in Rafe’s eyes, that this was only the first round of many to come that night. However, the fatigue of the trip and the effort of that savage fuck finally began to take their toll on your soldier.
Rafe let out a heavy sigh, burying his face for a second in the curve of your neck before propping himself up on his elbows to face you with a tired but satisfied smile.
"I think I’m hungry now, but this time it’s for food."
The phrase came out with that husky and amused tone, making you both fall into laughter immediately. The tension from before gave way to a pleasant lightness, the intimacy of a couple that knows each other in every detail. He leaned in and gave you a long peck, a touch loaded with affection that contrasted with the brutality of minutes ago.
With no hurry at all to get up, you settled among the messy sheets, with you nestled in his broad chest. You stayed there hugging for a few minutes, hearing only the sound of each other’s breathing returning to normal, while the smell of the dinner you prepared still floated softly down the hallway, promising that the rest of the night would be as perfect as its beginning.
