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movie night

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summary: you never imagined that a simple pair of flower-print cotton panties could make Rafe go feral and turn your innocent movie night into something entirely different.

words count: 3.6k

warnings: smut, shy/inexperienced reader, underwear fetish?, oral (f receiving), dry-humping, unprotected p in v, cum play, dirty talk, slight choking, body fluids, creampie

a/n: don't know what happened here, but this is probably my filthiest fanfic🌚

“Rafe— baby, stop— we can’t right now—“ You tried to say in between your boyfriend's kisses, as he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed, making his intentions clear with the way his hardness pressed against your thigh. You were expecting just an innocent movie night with cuddles, but he definitely had other ideas when, in the middle of the movie, he just put it on pause and, with a groan, rolled onto you.

“Why not? You’re on your period or somethin’?” He mumbled against your lips, still not wanting to keep himself away from you and kneading your thigh with one hand. You shook your head, making him finally pull away with a questioning look. “You don’t want to?”

“I do, but… we just can’t.” You mumbled again, your eyes wandering anywhere but his face, as you felt your own face heating with embarrassment. Your reason for that was stupid, even childish maybe, but at that point in your relationship, when it was still so fresh, you were not ready to cross that line yet.

“What do you mean? You’re horny, I’m horny, what’s the problem?” He teased, trying to ease you a little bit. His hand reached for your face, bringing your eyes back to his with the simple tilt of your head.

“Rafe, that’s embarrassing!” You threw your head back against the pillow. Your hands gripped his shoulders in an attempt to push him slightly away, too shy under his intense gaze, but he just nestled further in between your thighs, being his usual stubborn self. You huffed in slight annoyance, knowing damn well that since he knew there was a reason, he wouldn't stop bothering you.

“I promise it’s not, just tell me.” He gave you a one-sided smirk, leaning in to trace his lips along the column of your neck, making your breath hitch. “Tell me.”

“I don’t like my underwear.” You mumbled so quietly that for a moment Rafe thought that he had hallucinated it, but then he pulled away with such a grin on his face that you wanted to melt into the bed from the pure embarrassment.

“You what?”

“Oh my God, don’t say anything!” You whined, covering your burning face with your hands, pulling your head to the side in a weak attempt to hide in the pillow. Rafe tried to keep quiet, he really did, but the whole situation and your reaction were way too hilarious. “Now you’re laughing!”

“I’m sorry— no, baby, don’t try to run away.” He trapped you back under him, in the same position, after you tried to sneak away. You didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or hit yourself on the head for even admitting that to him, but now it was too late to think about it, as he would probably get all the information out of you, one way or another. “You really think I care about your underwear when I’m about to get some pussy?”

“I just didn’t think that we would, you know, have sex… I thought that we’re gonna watch a movie and cuddle, and it literally slipped out of my mind, so I just put on, like, the regular ones.” You managed to say despite the way your face was literally on fire. Rafe was trying to not make the situation worse, you had to give him that. He was holding back a smile, probably biting the inside of his cheek, and rubbing your thigh lazily. But you knew him. You saw that sparkle in his eyes that he had whenever his pretty head had something smart to say.

And now he was absolutely relishing the way you got shy.

He then sat up in between your legs with a lazy grunt, eyes roaming over your body, which was spread so comfortably on his bed in a mess of soft blankets. His hands were on your thighs until one of them trailed a little bit higher, just barely slipping under your shorts, as his thumb slowly trailed the edge of your panties.

“You’re overthinking it, baby, I promise.” Rafe’s eyes darted between your face and his hand. He licked his lips slowly, as if imagining his tongue on the place where his finger was.

“But they’re pink with some flowers on them. It’s just… We did it just a few times, and I always prepared, and you saw me in those sexy lace ones.” Your voice grew quieter at the last words, hands folded on your stomach, nervously fidgeting. “I just want to look good for you.”

“You do look good for me. Always. See, the lace is hot as fuck, I’m not the one to complain when you wear it. But these?” You saw the way his eyes narrowed the moment his hand tugged down the waistband of your shorts just enough for him to see the pastel cotton material underneath it. “Holy shit, it makes me hard because it’s so you. Soft and cute and sexy. God— I’m gonna blow up if you won’t let me put my mouth on it.” He chokes on his own words, now fully taking off your shorts and sliding down on his stomach in between your legs, face-to-face with your pussy.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed anymore. The way Rafe looked at you? The way his eyes darted between your flushed face and already soaked material of your panties, as if asking for permission? Oh, you were so gone for him.

His eyes rolled back the moment his lips connected to your clit through the cotton. He hummed, savoring the taste, giving you a soft lick, and fully soaking the material until it was almost see-through with your arousal and his spit. Your hips moved instinctively to his mouth, and your hand reached to his head to keep him where you needed him the most, while your thighs tightened around his head.

Rafe nibbed at your clit teasingly, enough to make your spine arch off the bed and that pretty sound slip from your mouth, but not enough to make it hurt. “So pretty for me, baby. So sweet. I could eat you out for hours, I swear.”

“Rafe—” You whimpered, hips twitching at the friction, the warmth of his breath through the soaked fabric making your brain go fuzzy. You tugged at his roots, unable to stop yourself and feeling like you might lose your mind if he didn’t do something.

“Mhm?” He hummed like he wasn’t absolutely feral between your thighs, like he wasn’t already halfway undone just from tasting you through your cutesy little panties. “You still embarrassed, baby?” You shook your head, or better said, tried to, but your muscles weren’t cooperating. Not when he flattened his tongue against your clothed clit again and groaned like it was the finest five-course meal he’d ever had.

It was all new to you. This was the line you and Rafe had never crossed before. The first few times it was usual, kind of awkward sex, where you both tried to understand each other's bodies and get comfortable with the intimacy. But this? The way he put his mouth on you without hesitation, as if you did it a thousand times? This was another level of lust that neither of you expected to feel so suddenly. And now he was in between your legs, completely feral and out of his mind for you.

He pressed his thumb into the damp cotton, circling lazily, watching you squirm. “This is better. It’s you. Real you. Sweet little thing who wanted to cuddle and didn’t even know she was gonna drive me insane. God, my cock is going to explode.” Your thighs clenched around his head, and that smug bastard smiled into your core. The vibrations alone had you gasping.

Then, as if getting way too frustrated with not being able to taste you fully, he peeled your panties to the side, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy. Didn’t even bother taking them off. Just shoved them aside like they were keeping him from his favorite view.

“Ohhh, fuck, look at you.” He breathed, licking his lips, with that lustful look in his eyes. You bit your lips, looking down at him and clenching from that sight only. “So wet already, baby. You let me get you like this in some flower-print panties? Shit, you’re perfect.”

Your heart did a full somersault. But before you could even process that, his tongue finally met you. Without a barrier this time, there was no teasing, his mouth just started working on you, and it made your back arch and your hand fly to his hair again. You weren’t even pulling anymore but just holding on to ground yourself.

At first Rafe didn’t even bother with rhythm. It was straight up just messy, greedy licks, like he was too desperate to care about anything else. Then, once he found the exact spot that made your hips twitch up from the bed as if in an attempt to grind against his tongue and your toes curl, that’s when he got focused. That’s when he locked his arms around your thighs, held you open the way he needed to, and rutted his own hips against the bed.

“Rafe— oh my God—” You choked out, breath catching on every wave of pleasure. Your whole body was buzzing, every nerve was ready to snap.

“I know, baby. I know.” His voice was thick and fucking hoarse. “Just let me have you like this a little longer.” He sucked your clit into his mouth, just once, and you screamed, with hands fisting in his hair and legs trembling on both sides of his head, and he groaned like he was getting off on the sound of you falling apart.

You felt the orgasm crawl up your spine before you could even brace yourself. Your body tensed, hips stuttering against his mouth, but Rafe didn’t let up, just slid one strong arm under your ass to pull you closer, deeper into him, until you were crying out his name in the silence of the room.

He moaned when you came on his face, lapping every single drop coming out of his body, kissing and softly licking your sensitive bud to help you ride through it. By the time you finally slumped back against the pillows, boneless and breathless, Rafe rested his head on your thigh with the laziest, most satisfied grin.

“You still worried about your underwear?” He asked, voice smug and rasping, glistening mouth pressed to your skin.

You barely managed to swat his shoulder, hands limp.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” And then he was crawling back up your body, kissing all the way from your pussy to your stomach, chest, and finally mouth. You tasted yourself on his tongue, moaning in his mouth in surprise, while he held your face firmly with one hand and felt every last drop of your embarrassment melt away.

You were still catching your breath when you felt him shift above you, muscles taut, chest heaving, jeans doing a very poor job of hiding just how painfully hard he was. His eyes were heavy-lidded and dark, his jaw was clenched, and there was a red flush creeping up his neck. You knew that look.

“Fuck.” He growled under his breath, his palm grazing that flushed, swollen bulge in his jeans, slightly moving away in order for you to see it too. You swore that the sight of him palming himself, with you knowing exactly what was under that, made you even more turned on, if that was even possible. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

He leaned back down, pressed kisses to your jaw, and sucked just a little lower, where he already knew was your sweet spot, then lowered himself further, hips aligning with yours. And when his clothed cock brushed against your covered pussy? You felt him twitch. Like he could barely handle the contact.

“You gonna let me?” He rasped, grinding against you again, slower this time, making your panties cling to your skin again. His voice cracked on the last word, like even asking was taking effort. “Just… fuck against it a little. Please, baby. Just a little.”

Your brain barely had time to form a reply — you were too focused on the way his thickness pressed against you, the wet patch already visible on his jeans. And when he did it again, groaning low in his throat as he rutted his hips against you, the heat between your legs flared up, making you moan and instinctively reach for the button and fly on his jeans. You pushed his clothes down, wanting to cry from the loss of contact when Rafe pulled away to take his jeans and boxers fully off.

When he got back in between your spread legs, he stepped closer to you, his heavy and pulsing cock fell on your bare cunt, making you clench around nothing again. That picture alone was definitely the hottest thing you had ever seen.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Rafe hissed, experimentally pushing forward. He smeared his pre-cum against your panties, sliding up and down a few times. For a few moments you were silent, too mesmerized to even say anything. Your body was basically twitching from the feeling of him against you, your brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. “I’ve never felt so horny in my life, I swear, baby. Gonna lose my fucking mind.”

Your hands found his, which were placed on your thighs, nails digging into his skin to anchor yourself to something because his cock was sliding perfectly between your folds now — not inside, not yet, but dragging against your clit just right, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Rafe kept going, grinding in little circles, panting above you with a wild look in his eyes. “You feel that? How hot you are for me?” He groaned. “I’m not gonna last like that, baby. I swear to God, I’m already— fuck, I might cum from just looking at you.”

You moaned his name, high and breathy, rolling your hips up to meet his. The friction was heaven. Fucking filthy, wet heaven. Your panties were soaked, his cock glistening with probably the mix of his spit and your juices, and you were both losing control with every passing second.

“Can’t—I can’t take it anymore, I need to feel you.” You managed to choke the words out of you, eyes glazy and barely focused. You reached for him with your hands, grabbing his neck and pulling him on top of you, desperate to feel his weight, his breath on your skin, when you knew what he would do next.

Rafe reached down blindly, and just like before, he shoved your panties to the side again, but rougher this time, less teasing, as he was way too desperate to feel you clenching around him. His fingers barely fumbled because he was more confident with your body now, feeling like he knew exactly what you needed and how to make you feel good. And the second the slick folds of your pussy were bared to him, he let out the most desperate, broken sound you’d ever heard.

“God, baby— please, please, can I?” He whispered, forehead pressed to yours, breath stuttering as he lined himself up, holding his cock at your soaked hole and waiting for your permission. “It’s gonna be so good.” He groaned, barely holding back. “You’re gonna let me fuck you with them on, pretty girl? Gonna let me fill you so nice and full without anything? God, you’re soaked…”

You nodded. Didn’t even care if you were supposed to ask him to wear a condom like you did before. Your whole body was craving him raw and without any barriers, so you were happier to be on the pill than ever before. He bit his lip, groaning and probably sharing the same thought that you did and then he pushed in.

One thrust — slow and teasing, just the head, just enough to stretch you, make your mouth drop open, and your eyes flutter shut.

“Oh my God.” He choked, trembling, holding himself back by a thread, as his head fell forward near yours on the pillow. “You’re so warm— I swear, I’m gonna cum just from the way you squeeze me like this.”

Rafe eased in further, your panties still bunched to the side, waistband digging into your thigh. Everything was messy, from your soaked panties to the kiss that he pulled you in with you both moaning in each other’s mouths and to the way his hips were sloppily slamming into yours.

You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him deeper. He thrust deep, fast, and desperately now, the room echoing with skin-on-skin and ragged moans, his free hand holding your throat just enough to make your head dizzy.

Every time Rafe bottomed out, you swore you could see stars, and he never took his eyes off you, even when they rolled back for a second, even when his rhythm started to stutter. His cock was slamming into you with full force, the tip brushing your cervix with each thrust, and for you it felt like too much and not enough all at once.

“I’m so fucking close.” He groaned, slamming his hips forward, pressing his thumb at the side of your neck until your eyes rolled back. “Gonna fill you up, fu-u-uck— not even gonna pull out. Gonna ruin your pretty pussy and your panties, baby.”

His hips jerked, his whole body shuddered, and he buried his face in your neck as he came hard, spilling into you with a deep, guttural moan. You felt every pulse, every twitch, every second of it, and it sent you absolutely spiraling, making your own orgasm crash over you in a dizzying wave. You whined and moaned his name, dragging your nails down his back and pulsing around his cock so much he swore he could’ve come the second time.

Your body went limp, blood pumping in your ears, feeling the sticky mess covering your pussy and the inside of your thighs, as well as the thin layer of sweat all over your body. Rafe nestled comfortably on top of you, grounding you with his weight, covering the side of your neck with barely noticeable kisses.

For a few minutes the room was deadly silent, and neither of you wanted to speak and ruin that moment. But then Rafe slowly rolled over to the side, pulling you with him in order for you to face him. Your cheeks were burning. You tried to bury your head against his shoulder, but Rafe caught your chin between his fingers, gently turning your face toward him.

“Don’t go all shy on me now.” He murmured, voice low and warm and still a little breathless. “You just let me fuck the soul out of you. Think I earned at least one look.”

You let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, avoiding his eyes even as your body curled closer. “That was… I’ve never—” You shook your head, biting your lip. “I’ve never done that before.”

Rafe’s expression instantly shifted into something softer, blue eyes roaming over your face. You bit your lip at the sight of him looking like that—flushed, slightly damp hair and that sheepish, boyish smile on his face.

“Me either.”

You blinked up at him, surprised, but you saw that he was not lying, that the whole thing that just happened affected him the same way. “Swear to God.” Rafe ran his fingers down your side, slow and lazy, like he never wanted to stop touching you. “I’ve had sex, but that? Shit, that was… different.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, didn’t know how to calm down the freaking butterflies in your stomach from his words, his touch, his look. You traced your fingers along the slope of his collarbone, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat still going hard under his skin. “You’re staring.” You whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“So are you.” Rafe said back, smirking.

You tried to look away again, but he didn’t let you. Rafe’s hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you in until there was nothing between the two of you, until the only thing you could focus on, again, was him.

“I mean it, though.” He murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “The effect you have on me? You’re dangerous. Fuckin’ ruined me.” You smiled, shy but happy, and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

Another long silence passed, much more comfortable this time, with just both of you enjoying the feeling of each other and not ready yet to stand up and clean the mess.

But of course, Rafe and his mouth couldn’t stay quiet forever.

“Also.” He added, voice low and smug. “Gonna need you to wear those stupid little cotton panties every time now. Pretty sure I came harder because they had flowers all over ‘em”

You smacked his chest with a laugh, mortified. “Rafe!”

“What?” He grinned with that usual, cocky smirk, now way too full of himself. “You think lace is hot? Nah. Give me cute prints and my shy girlfriend who gets embarrassed about them, and I’m fucking feral.”

You groaned and hid your face again while he laughed, wrapping both arms tight around you and kissing the top of your head. He whispered into your hair, still grinning and enjoying your reaction.

“Can’t wait to ruin ‘em again tomorrow.”

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outerbankspov · 2 months ago

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how sorority!reader and frat!rafe met

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn of Gamma sorority house. Laughter and the splashing of soapy water filled the air as the sisters put the finishing touches on their charity bikini car wash. It was their biggest fundraising event of the semester, all to go towards much-needed renovations for their beloved, slightly worn house. Excitement buzzed through the group, fueled by sugary sodas and the thrill of seeing their hard work pay off.

You, ever the enthusiastic and slightly mischievous member, had been particularly energetic, playfully spraying your sisters with the hose between scrubbing bumpers. You’d even convinced your friend, Chloe, known for her artistic flair, to create a hilariously exaggerated sign featuring a cartoon car practically begging for a wash. The Instagram posts leading up to the event had been your brainchild too, filled with sunny selfies and promises of sparkling clean cars for a mere five dollars. The response had been fantastic, a steady stream of vehicles lining up throughout the day.

Now, as the last sudsy car gleamed under the sunlight, a collective sigh of happy exhaustion swept through the group. You leaned against your bucket, a contented smile on your face, your red solo cup filled with ice-cold lemonade resting beside you. Your own outfit, a vibrant blue bikini top paired with denim booty shorts, felt comfortable and practical in the warm weather.

Just as you were about to suggest ordering a celebratory pizza, a rumble echoed down the street. You looked up to see a massive, lifted pickup truck turning into your driveway. It was shiny and black, looking like it had just rolled off the dealership lot. Inside, you could make out several figures. As the truck slowly rolled to a stop, you noticed there were six guys crammed into the cab.

Your eyes widened slightly as the driver’s side window lowered, revealing a blond guy with a noticeable, well-defined bicep flexing as he rested his arm on the door. He had a wide, goofy grin that crinkled the corners of his blue eyes. There was a playful glint in them that made you raise an eyebrow.

“Hey gorgeous, we came to get a car wash,” he called out, his voice carrying a confident, teasing tone.

You pushed yourself off the bucket, a sarcastic smile playing on your lips. You sauntered towards the truck, your red solo cup in hand, your movements radiating a casual confidence. You pointed to the brightly colored sign prominently displayed near the entrance of the driveway.

“Noooo,” you drawled playfully, emphasizing the word, “you drove through the driveway where a sign very clearly says ‘bikini car wash, five bucks.’” You punctuated your statement with a theatrical sigh, pretending to be utterly put out by their apparent lack of observation.

The blond guy erupted in a loud laugh, a genuine, booming sound that made a couple of your sorority sisters giggle. He leaned further out the window, still grinning, and held up a twenty-dollar bill. “Ur funny, I like it,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Keep the change, sweetheart.”

A flicker of something annoyance crossed your face, though you quickly masked it with a playful roll of your eyes. You reached for the twenty, your fingers brushing his briefly.

“Oh, I’ll keep the change, alright,” you said, your voice laced with mock sweetness. “For the house, of course. So, which one of your… uh… magnificent vehicles would you like us to work our magic on first?” You gestured towards the truck with a sweeping motion of your hand.

The guy chuckled again. “This beast right here,” he said, patting the side of the truck affectionately. “She needs a good scrubbin’.”

As your sisters gathered around the imposing truck, armed with sponges and soapy water, the blond guy hopped out. He was taller than you’d initially thought, with broad shoulders and a relaxed, easygoing demeanor. He introduced himself as Rafe. The other guys piled out of the truck as well, a boisterous group who seemed just as amused by the whole situation as Rafe was.

While your sisters started on the truck, Rafe leaned against the hood, watching with an amused expression. He kept his eyes on you as you directed the operation, a natural leader among your friends. He’d occasionally throw out a teasing comment, always ending it with that infuriatingly charming “sweetheart.”

“You’re quite the bossy one, aren’t you, sweetheart?” he’d say with a smirk as you instructed Chloe on the best way to get the mud off the tires.

“Someone has to keep things running smoothly,” you’d retort, deliberately ignoring the endearment. “Unlike some people who just show up and expect a sparkling clean truck for a measly five bucks.”

“Hey, we paid twenty!” one of his friends called out defensively, earning a playful shove from Rafe.

As the car wash progressed, you found yourself stealing glances at Rafe. There was something undeniably magnetic about his easy confidence and that persistent, slightly annoying grin. He seemed genuinely entertained by your banter, and despite your feigned irritation at being called “sweetheart,” you couldn’t deny a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips whenever he said it.

As they were about to leave, Rafe turned to you, his blue eyes holding a hint of something more than just amusement. “Thanks for the wash, sweetheart,” he said, the word rolling off his tongue with a familiar ease. “Maybe I’ll see you around?”

You met his gaze, a playful challenge in your own eyes. “Maybe you will,” you replied, a hint of a smile finally breaking through your mock annoyance. “Just try not to track too much mud next time.”

He laughed, that booming sound you were starting to finding not entirely unpleasant. He winked, hopped back into his truck, and with a final wave.

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tags,@spencerreid66 @mysticbby2009 @zenithsturniolo @starrii-sturns

a/n: does anyone know that one pic of Drew hanging out the car window Imagine that

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