#mechanicalengineer!rafe

[honeyssilk]

the thing about nerdy men...

mechanicalengineer!rafe staying at your apartment after work! contents: established relationship, cigarette usage, maybe a lil suggestive? & rafe knowing he's fine hehe wc: 435

your body is curled into one of your couch pillows as you wake up to the light sound of fingers tapping against a keyboard. the sky is pitch black compared to the pale blue one you fell asleep to.

the living room is now warmly lit from the floor lamp at the front of the room. you then turn over to see your boyfriend, rafe, slumped on your couch.

his glasses are on the bridge of his nose while his eyes intently focus on the computer screen before him. the two buttons of his polo shirt are undone as he blows cigarette smoke into the air.

"rafe, you're here," you say happily, voice still laced with sleep. a delighted expression emerges on his face, replacing his exhausted one.

"i would've stayed awake if i knew you were coming over." you move to sit closer to him.

"jus' needed to be near you," he explains, immediately setting his laptop aside to pull you into him.

the two of you bask in the silence of each other's company. rafe's fingers gently rubbing your skin through the soft lace of your cami pajama top. he's still taking drags from his cigarette, lightly tapping the falling ash into the ashtray.

"so, what were you working on? seems like a lot since you bought it home with you," you ask, knowing you wouldn't understand much of what he's describing, though you do find it attractive when he talks about his passions.

"nothin' much, just finishing some sketches for the new project i'm workin' on," he replies. your eyes flit around the paper-filled coffee table, observing the intricate sketches and formulas written alongside them.

"but now, you've got all my attention," he continues, leaning up on his elbows, a lazy smirk etched onto his handsome face.

he watches your face flush as his blue eyes meet yours before they dance around your features. his large hands grazing the elastic band of your sleep shorts to the curve of your hip.

"you're making me nervous," you mumble, nestling your head into his chest to shield yourself from him. even though with looking down at him, you still feel small under his passionate gaze.

"oh yeah? tell me more, baby," he urges, guiding your face to meet his.

"you keep looking at me like that," you huff, and he chuckles at your gestures to his facial expression.

"'cause you're so fuckin' gorgeous," he hums, and it's like the smile that appears on your face was contagious, because even through his tiredness, there was still something within rafe that couldn't refrain from smiling too.

a/n: thank you so much for all the support on my first post!! i hope u all enjoy this one as well!!