Rough
Warnings: riding, choking, mentions of smut, 18+, sensitive content, dom!rafe, shy!reader, smut, unprotected sex
A/N: if anyone has any requests, my inbox is empty 😌
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When she asks rafe to choke her while she’s riding him. She expects him to say no, her ex always made her feel self conscious about her kinks.
“Fuck yes, oh fuck yes” he groans as you ask him.
“I don’t mean just grabbing my throat. I want to feel only you fucking me. Can you do that for me?” She asks nervously.
“If it becomes too much or you feel like you might pass out, tap my chest. Okay?” She nods her head, ready to experience the pleasure she craves.
His hand moves to her neck and rubs along her collarbone before wrapping it all the way around her throat and squeezing. He ups the thrusts, pounding into her. Blood thumps in her ears as he squeezes even tighter.
“Relax baby” he whispers softly into her ear. She relaxes as he loosens his hold slightly. “Breathe in a little for me, princess” she does as he says before he closes his hand around her throat again, this time tighter.
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Ginger Bread Man
2nd December - Smut
Pope Heyward x Reader
Summary - you make gingerbread, someone puts you on the kitchen counter.
Word count - 901
TW - Smut (Female receiving, sex)
“Mm do I smell gingerbread, baby,” Pope grinned, walking into your kitchen to find you baking, “Yes but I need to put them in the oven, if you excuse me..” you bent down to place them in the oven.
You came back up to see Pope cheeks turn a reddish colour, you smirk as you take your hands to his chest.
“You liked what you saw?” You hummed into his ear, “Er, er Yh,” he stutters, clearly flustered.
You are home alone since your parents told you they were going to work until dinner time. You invited pope to study for the new term but got a bit peckish, deciding that it’s ok to slack off a bit since it is nearly Christmas. You are baking gingerbread for You and him, you took note because it’s his favourite.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Pope.. we have done this before,” You reassured him, “If you don’t want this, just say,” You smile, kissing his cheek.
You pop yourself on the counter, seeing as you got a mini skirt on. It rides up your leg giving the perfect view of your wet panties to Pope.
“Your such a tease,” Pope stands in between your legs as he gains confidence to take control, “You're
not even going to deny it, are you Petal?”
“Nope,” with a pop of your lips, kicking your feet lightly as you look into his eyes.
“If you know what you want, then just say it,” Pope uses his logic, you find it so sexy when he uses his smarts, “Or else, you can keep the wet panties on,” he winks, having Patiences.
“I want you, Pope,” You caress his cheek, eyes flicking to his lips, “Make me feel good,” Pope took that a yes and leaned into kiss your lips smoothly.
Your hands tug his t-shirt off showing off his abs, “Nice rack babe,” you wink, teasing him.
Pope unclasps your bra, throwing your top somewhere. He took you by surprise as his fingertips go up your skirt, “Should I tug them off? Baby,”
“Yes,” You breath out, him quickly leaving your pussy bare. He attacks your neck with kisses, following your collar bone all the way to your breasts.
“Fuck, I bet your dripping,” Pope whispers, “Find out for yourself,” You giggle.
“Oh, I will,”
“Pope,” you moan, having your eyes roll back because of the feeling of his long, thick fingers into your tight, wet core, “You're so wet and tight,” Pope groans as he pumps in two fingers.
His arms hold you up on the counter, “This mini skirt.. been edging me more to touch you, for the last week!” Pope growls in your ear, speeding up his pace as his fingers go deeper into your walls.
Feeling his fingers curl deep inside you, hitting your G spot as you whimper more, “Pope,”
“Does my baby feel good? Just because my fingers are inside her,” Pope teases you.
“Yes, Pope,”
“Going to make you cum, nice and hard,”
“Fuck, please,” You open your pretty mouth, closing your eyes.
“Open your eyes, I want to see you cum.. so eyes open, sweetheart,” Pope coaxes you to an organism as his fingers rub to your clit.
“How are you doing that,” You shutter under his touch, feeling even more pressure on your clit.
“Magic,” Pope teases
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you whimper, “You going to cum for me?” Pope grins.
“Mm, Pope,” You shout, “Cum for me, all over my fingers on the counter top,” Pope told you.
Your juices floods through as your pussy clenches his fingers, “You did such a good job,” Pope kisses your forehead, smiling.
“Let me take care of you, Baby,” You wink at Pope, seeing his length has most definitely grown, “Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad,”
“Then fuck me, Pope,” you let go of his cock for him to pull it out, you part your legs and layered back on the counter for him.
“You feel tighter around my cock,” Pope groaned, letting you adjust before thrusting himself into your tight, little pussy, “You feel so good, Baby,” You moan as Pope slams his hips deeper into you.
“You feel like heaven, sweetheart,” Pope catches your lips into a kiss, sucking your lip. Your breath hitches as his cock sinks into you at a deeper angle; you moan into his mouth causing him to thrust his hips faster into you.
Pope holds down your thighs so you don’t slip off of the counter, his touch making you reach your high faster.
His fingers circle your clit again, making you clench around his cock more.
“Oh my,” Pope groans, “Your pussy squishing my cock so good,”
“Pope, I’m close,” You shout, turning into a whimper, “Me too,” leaning in to kiss you.
“Cum together, 3.. 2.. 1,” You nod as you release your high onto his large, thick cock, feeling the warmth of his cum sinking into you.
“That was..” Pope smiles, “Amazing,” You grin, finishing off his sentence.
“I think the gingerbread are ready,” You laugh, both hearing the beep on the oven, “Yh, I’ll take them out, you go find your top,” Pope kisses your cheek.
“Thanks,” you kiss his cheek, going off of the counter to find your top.
30 mins later you're both completely dressed back up again, sitting on the sofa eating gingerbread men as you study.
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Pull Over
Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of public sex, mentions of f oral, rafe being dominate towards reader, shy reader, rafe being possessive, mentions of car sex, innuendos of smut 
A\N: the first picture is not a want it’s a need 😩
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When he’s driving back to his house, but needs to immediately pull over to get a taste of her.
“Screw it,” is the last thing he says before his hands grip around her neck and his lips crash down onto hers.
“I couldn’t take it anymore, y/n,” he rasps between kisses. “I’ve tried to stay away, but can’t seem to get you, my princess, out of my every waking thought. I have to have you now. But I don’t think I’ll ever be able to give you up.”
He tells her to spread her legs and she looks around the dark streets, a sudden wave of anxiousness filling her.
“Rafe, we’re in the middle of the street. What if we get caught?”
“Do you really think I’d let anybody see what’s mine?” His tone is laced with urgency, desperate to get the taste of her on his tongue already. His hand begins creeping up her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up.
He brings his lips down to her neck, biting. “I’ll take you whenever and wherever I want. Do you understand?” He whispers into her ear, making goosebumps erupt on her skin.
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